#(the one benefit meaning I’m not starting on Christmas Day like I had been for multiple years)

[readingwriter92]

Like I’m glad whatever weird illness I’ve caught in the last few days has been very mild. Like. Most basic common cold symptoms. But also it’s been like a year or two since I’ve last been sick so this shit just sucks?

I slept for fourteen hours yesterday. Super rough throat in the morning. No appetite.

Today it’s literally just runny nose and a bit of a cough.

I’m glad it’s clearing up fast but also lord runny nose is so obnoxious

[rubyreduji]

The Christmas Boyfriend — yjh

summary: when you tell your mom the little white lie that you have a boyfriend, you don’t expect it to evolve into bringing your friend with benefits home for christmas. what can go wrong?

tags: fluff, smut (minors dni), fwb, fake dating, college!au warnings: ok the smut is likes less than 2k words of this fic tbh, conversations about birth control, mention of unsafe sex, explicit sex, oral, fingering, praise, cum eating, creampies wc: 12.7k an: guys im not used to writing jeonghan so if his characterization is off im so sorry fdsak anyways writing this made me want to go ice skating :((

“Sweetie! I’m so excited for you to come home for Christmas!” Your mom calls over the phone.

“Yeah Mom, me too,” you say with half sincerity.

“Oh and make sure you bring that cute boyfriend with you too! I want to meet him, you’ve told me almost nothing about him!”

You pause. Boyfriend? Boyfriend.

Oh shit.

“Hey Mom?” It was the end of summer and you were about to go back to university.

“Yes sweetie?” Your mom was bustling around the kitchen getting ready for dinner.

“Do you think that I could go on birth control?” These worlds made your mother stop.

“Birth control? Why do you need to go on birth control? I know your cycle is normal, so who are you having sex with? Oh please don’t tell me you’re sleeping around,” your mom huffed exasperatedly.

“I’m not!” Technically you weren’t sleeping around. You were sleeping with one person, repeatedly. “I have a boyfriend Mom, and we use protection, but it would be nice to have an extra layer of protection.” It was…somewhat the truth. You tried to use protection but every once in a while you…didn’t. You’d taken a lot of Plan B lately.

“A boyfriend! Why didn’t you tell me? Tell me all about him!” The problem is…you didn’t have a boyfriend. You had a Jeonghan who periodically fucked you during the school year. You hadn’t seen him all summer but you knew that as soon as the school year started again you guys would start right back up.

“His name is Jeonghan, he’s studying business. We’ve been dating since the beginning of the year.”

“Oh tell me more! I want to know, please. I have to meet him immediately.”

And that’s how you spent the rest of the day making up half-lies about Jeonghan and convincing your mother to let you on birth control.

You honestly forgot you told your mom that lie, and now it’s coming back to bite you in the butt. You hadn’t brought him up to your mom since and now you either have to tell her you guys broke up or you have to convince Jeonghan to spend part of winter break with your family pretending to be your boyfriend. Knowing your mom, the latter will be easier.

“You told your mom WHAT?” You decide to tell Jeonghan after you guys finish having sex.

“I told her…that we’re dating.”

“Why?”

“You came inside me two minutes ago, you really wanna ask why? She would be so upset if she knew I was in a friends with benefits situation but if I tell her I have a boyfriend that I trust and care for, she’ll let me go on birth control.”

“Why did you have to ask her to go on birth control?” Jeonghan asks as you start to get dressed.

“I’m a college student Jeonghan, birth control isn’t free and if I ask my mom I can put it on her insurance. C’mon can you do this one thing for me? My mom is a great cook and it only has to be for a little bit, only one day really!”

“This really means that much to you?”

“Yes.” You’re practically making puppy dog eyes at him now.

“Well, you know, I just so happen to need somewhere to stay during winter break. So…I guess I’ll be staying with you and putting on the best show for your mom. You’re lucky I think you’re cute.”

You just grin at him.

“Sweetie! You’re home! Honey come here, our daughter is home!” Your mom runs out of the house to greet you, scooping you up into a hug. “Oh, oh, is this him?” She glances over your shoulder excitedly to where Jeonghan is standing behind you by the car.

“Mom, this is Jeonghan…my boyfriend.” You have to force the last bit out. 

“Oh he’s so handsome! It’s nice to finally meet you Jeonghan, I’m so happy you’re joining us for the holidays.”

“Thank you for allowing me to stay with you.” Jeonghan accepts your mom’s hug.

“Of course! You’ve been dating my daughter for almost a year now, anything you need we’ll be here.”

“Is that them?” A booming voice comes from the house. You look over to see your dad and brother standing on the porch.

“Honey, come meet Jeonghan! Look how handsome he is!”

You sigh, it’s already going to be a long four weeks.

“I’m…sorry about them,” you tell Jeonghan when you’re finally alone in your room, where your mother insisted Jeonghan stay with you. For someone who disapproves of casual sex, she sure does support ‘healthy love making between couples’. You don’t even want to think about her and your dad.

“I can’t say you didn’t warn me,” Jeonghan chuckles. “They all seem really nice though.”

“They’re…something,” you mutter. “I hope you don’t mind sharing a bed. Once again I’m really sorry about my mom.”

“It’s fine, I’m serious, stop stressing out. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before,” he jokes. 

You roll your eyes. “That reminds me. We have to lay down some ground rules.”

“Ground rules?” Jeonghan cocks an eyebrow curiously, and a bit skeptical. 

“Yes. I know it sounds silly and cliche, but really, we need to talk about it.”

“I don’t know what the big deal is. We just have to pretend to be a couple, that’s not hard. Hugging, kissing, all that gooey stuff.”

“What if my parents ask about our relationship? Are you sure you’re okay being coupley with me all the time? I-”

“Babe,” Jeonghan starts, “stop worrying. You make it seem like you have zero faith in me. Trust me, I can be the best fake-boyfriend you’ll ever need.” You scrunch your nose up at him calling you ‘babe’ in a non-sexual setting, but you guess you’ll have to get used to it.

“Still…if you even want to back out, just tell me and we can make up some excuse for you having to leave or-”

Jeonghan cuts you off once more, “Stop worrying. It’s the holiday season, let’s have fun! If your parents ask about our relationship just leave it to me.”

You stare at Jeonghan unsure, all too familiar with his antics. You can tell Jeonghan is about to counter your look when all of a sudden your door is flung open.

“Mom said dinner is ready!” Your brother announces.

You admit defeat on having this conversation with Jeonghan, leading him downstairs to where everyone is taking their place around the dinner table. The table feels just slightly cramped with the addition of the chair added for Jeonghan squeezed in next to yours. The top of dinner is quiet besides a few “could you pass the salt” or “this tastes great Mom” thrown in. It isn’t until your dad is going in for seconds when your mom speaks up.

“So, Jeonghan, tell me about yourself. Pumpkin has barely told us anything about you.” 

You internally groan at the childhood nickname your family still insists on using for you, and you hope it goes unnoticed by Jeonghan. Unfortunately, not much slips past him.

“Pumpkin?”

“A terrible nickname from when I was little,” you explain, slightly glaring at your mother.

“I think it’s cute.” You so desperately want to smack the smug look off Jeonghan’s face.

“It is cute,” your mom interjects. “It’s based on these adorable photos we took during her first fall. We did a photoshoot and put her in a pumpkin, it was just darling. Remind me later and I’ll pull out the photobooks.” Your mom winks at Jeonghan and you’re starting to realize just how big of a mistake this was. “Now, back to what I was saying. Tell me about yourself, Jeonghan.”

“Well there’s not much to say. I’m a business major, I enjoy sports and spending time with my friends.”

“He’s an amazing singer,” you jut in. You’re not sure why. Maybe it’s because Jeonghan is selling himself short. “He’s a part of the University’s choir. And he models for the fashion students.” You can see Jeonghan blush under your praise.

“Aw, that’s nice. And how did you two meet?”

“We met through a mutual friend, and then ended up having a class together the following semester. First time we met I thought she was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I’m just lucky she gave me the time of day.” Jeonghan makes a show of grabbing your hand in his, clasping them together on the table. Even though you know it’s for show, the display makes your stomach flip a bit.

You do take note that his story is true for the most part. At least the part about you two meeting and then sharing a class. You’re pretty sure the part about you being “the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen” is just fluff to appease your mom. It does the trick though, as your mom coos at Jeonghan’s words.

She continues to ask Jeonghan questions about himself and your relationship, and Jeonghan keeps delivering. He tells her stories about him attempting to flirt with you and you being too oblivious to realize. You roll your eyes the whole time, knowing what he’s actually talking about. The three weeks he spent continuously trying to hit on you before you finally agreed to go on a date with him. 

Speaking of the date, Jeonghan also tells that story. In real life what happened with Jeonghan invited you over to watch a movie, you both got a little tipsy, and ended up fucking right on his couch. Neither of you asked for a second date, but did start to booty call each other, so that’s something. The way Jeonghan tells it to your mom is a lot more…wholesome.

“We went out to see a movie, her choice of course.” Lie, Jeonghan forced you to watch The Notebook. “Then afterwards I didn’t want the date to end so we got dessert and went back to my apartment. We spent the whole night talking before she eventually fell asleep on my couch. It was adorable.”

“Oh stop,” you mutter, trying your best to sound playful.

“It’s true. The way your nose twitches when you’re dreaming and the little huffs you let out. How can I find that as anything but the cutest thing ever?” Jeonghan then leans in and presses a quick kiss to your warm cheeks.

You’re aware you do those things in your sleep, it’s something you’ve done ever since you were little, but you weren’t aware that Jeonghan knew about them. Everytime you sleep over at Jeonghan’s, or he spends the night at yours, he always complains in the morning about how you elbowed him in your sleep all night. 

“Oh you two are just so cute!” Your mom exclaims. She then turns to you, “How dare you keep him away from us for so long.”

Your brother is obviously doesn't care for the topic of conversation and excuses himself from the table. Your mom realizes that dinner is now officially over and she and your father start to clean up the table.

“Don’t go far, Jeonghan. I need to show you those baby pictures!”

“Noooo.” You tug on Jeonghan’s sleeve, like it might somehow convince him to go back upstairs with you, but of course not. Of course Jeonghan wants to see all of your baby photos.

You know this shouldn’t really bother you this much. Everyone has baby photos. The issue is you were an extremely unphotogenic baby. Your brother has maybe some of the cutest baby photos you’ve ever seen. Not you. You look like a gremlin, to the point your baby photos became a meme between you and your friends in high school.

Your mom makes a pot of coffee for all of you before she’s shuffling into the living room and pulling out the large fifty page photo album of you from newborn to age four. Jeonghan follows suit and you reluctantly take your place next to him on the couch. 

The first few pages aren’t bad. They’re all photos of you still in the hospital when you were first being held by your mom and dad, swaddled in a cute little pink blanket that you know your mom has stored somewhere up in the attic. 

The first bad photo doesn’t show up until a few pages in, after you were brought home. It’s a photo of you crying, your face all scrunched up in an ugly expression. You think it’s hideous but it’s one of your dad’s favorite baby photos of you. Jeonghan chuckles slightly and you shove him lightly.

Shortly after that the infamous pumpkin photo shows up. It’s you sitting in a pumpkin, a stupid, blank look on your face as you chew on the pumpkin. There’s a little orange beanie on your head that’s just a little too big for your head.

“Aww, look at that little pumpkin,” Jeonghan giggles.

“Shut up,” you grumble, glaring down at the picture.

Unfortunately for you, it only gets worse from there. There’s the photos from when you were two years old and constantly had messy hair and a stupid expression on your face. And then the photos of you at three when all you would do was pout at the camera. Then the photos from when you were four and somehow every photo was taken at just the wrong second.

Your mother and Jeonghan have a great time, cooing at each photo, your mother giving an anecdote every once in a while. It isn’t until near the end that Jeonghan finally looks over at you, on his other side. He smiles at the slight pout on your face.

“C’mon babe, stop pouting.” Jeonghan scoots closer to you, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. Even if it’s just for show, you can’t help but admit it is slightly comforting. Jeonghan then leans in and whispers to you. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You really are the cutest little baby. I mean that’s not a surprise, you’re still cute, aren’t you baby?”

Your face heats up at his words. You’re not sure why he’s laying it on so thick when you’re sure your mom can’t even hear him. You suddenly stand, trying to subtly get distance between you and your fake boyfriend.

“Well, it’s getting late and I’m tired after all of that traveling today. We’ll see you in the morning Mom.”

Jeonghan finally allows you to pull him back upstairs and into your room. You let out a deep sigh as soon as the door is closed and you move to start getting ready for bed.

“Are you okay?” Jeonghan asks you as he changes into his pajamas as well. “I didn’t make you uncomfortable or cross any boundaries did I?”

“No, no, you’re fine,” you assure him. “You’re just doing what any boyfriend would, so keep it up, actually.”

“Okay…” Jeonghan says, the skepticism in his voice. You don’t say anything else though and Jeonghan drops it, thankfully.

You both crawl into bed and you try not to think about how you can feel his body so close to yours. As you close your eyes you can’t help but think you’re not sure how you’re going to make it through the rest of the break.

“We’re going Christmas tree shopping today!” Your mom announces cheerfully when you and Jeonghan make your way downstairs for breakfast. 

“You guys haven’t gotten a tree yet?” You ask.

“We were waiting for you,” your mom explains. “So we could go as a family and then decorate it together.”

After breakfast your whole family piles into your dad’s car and you take off to the Christmas tree lot. There’s Christmas music playing on the radio as you drive and you can hear Jeonghan softly sing along.

You’ve always liked Jeonghan’s voice. You find his high, light voice angelic and you could listen to him sing all the time. You tune out the chatter of your parents in favor of listening to Jeonghan the whole ride there. A part of you is glad that only you can hear him, taking this as a moment for yourself. 

As soon as the car parks and you all climb out of the car, Jeonghan reaches over and grabs your hand in his. You look over at him to see him smiling at you and you smile back. There’s a bite in the air as you two walk through the trees and you appreciate the warmth of Jeonghan’s hand in yours.

“Oh, what a darling couple,” you hear an old couple whisper as they walk past you two. 

“Hear that? We look darling together, darling” Jeonghan jokes after they’re out of earshot. You roll your eyes but there’s a smile on your face as you playfully knock your elbow into Jeonghan’s side.

You and Jeonghan continue to walk around, looking at trees, until your father finds you two to tell you that your bother found the perfect tree. Your brother is bouncing around when you three make your way to the tree and he looks at you and Jeonghan proudly.

“Good choice, little man,” you tell him.

“Yeah, looks like a great tree,” Jeonghan agrees, which makes your brother smile even more.

Your family is standing in line to pay for the tree when your mom gasps. You look over at her to see her giddy face as she points up. You glance up to see the sprig of mistletoe places directly over you and Jeonghan’s heads.

“Well look at that,” Jeonghan says amused. “It looks like we have to kiss. By the laws of Christmas of course.”

“By the laws of Christmas?”

“Of course. I don’t want to end up on Santa’s naughty list,” Jeonghan teases you. You shake your head, smiling.

“If you say so.” You lean in and press a kiss to Jeonghan’s lips.

You’ve never actually kissed him outside of having sex, but it comes surprisingly natural to you. Jeonghan wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer for just a moment, before pulling away. The tip of his nose and ears are pink and there’s a slight twinkle in his eye and he grins at you.

“You have cooties now,” your little brother announces from beside you and you and Jeonghan both burst out laughing. 

On the ride back home, your whole family sings along to the radio, and your mother compliments Jeonghan’s voice, which makes him flustered.

After you get back home, your dad and Jeonghan struggle to get the tree to fit through the door as you and your mom snicker at them. After they finally get it into the living room, you, Jeonghan, and your brother get to work decorating it. When your brother asks why your parents aren’t helping, your dad says he did all the work by paying for it.

The three of you (mostly you and Jeonghan) spend way too much time untangling lights before you string them up, finally allowing you to get to the good part. Your family’s ornaments are stored in a large plastic tub and you get to work digging through them. You’re not sure how many your family owns, but you’re sure it’s enough to cover three trees in whole. The tub isn’t organized in any way and you do your best to pick and choose which ones you think will make the best decorations.

Jeonghan kneels down beside you and starts to look through the tub as well.

“These ornaments are cute,” Jeonghan comments as he picks up a small stuffed animal snowman with a loop attached to it. He reaches over to place it on the tree.

“Yeah, it’s a part of my grandparents’ gift to us every year. An ornament for both of us.” You pick up a decoration with a family picture on it and you hang it up.

“You were so small in that one,” Jeonghan says, referencing the picture you just added to the tree.

You glance over the photo. You’re maybe five or six, way before your brother was born. You’re squished between your parents on a bench with Christmas lights behind you. You’re bundled up in a puffy winter jacket and a hat is squashed into your head. It’s a sweet photo.

“You know, this is all quite unfair,” you tell him. “You’re going to have to show me your childhood photos at some point now.”

“Now I don’t know if that was part of the deal.”

“Well we might just have to make it so. I’d love to see tiny little Hannie.”

“Maybe I could strike up a deal…”

You’re about to make a comment on Jeonghan’s sneaky ways, when you feel a tap on your leg. You look down to see your brother standing next to you with a sled shaped ornament in his hand.

“I need help putting this on the tree.”

“I got you buddy.” Jeonghan moves over to pick your brother up, lifting him up so your brother can place the ornament on the tree.

The moment is oddly sweet and when Jeonghan lets him down, he gives your brother a high five after. Jeonghan walks back over to the tub before picking up an ornament. After closer inspection you realize that it’s the ornament shaped like a little bunny with a fluffy cotton tail and a pink scarf. You quickly lunge forward and snatch it out of his hands.

“Aish!”

“Sorry!” You exclaim, holding onto the ornament. “But you can’t place this on the tree.”

“Why not?”

“Because…,” you hesitate, suddenly embarrassed. 

“That’s her favorite, she has to place it on the tree every year. In its special spot,” you mom answers as she walks into the room, carrying a tray of cookies. 

Jeonghan just chuckles before leaning in to wrap his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek. You flush, trying not to think too much of it. It’s just because your mom is standing in the room. “That’s so cute. In its ‘special spot’?”

“Yes,” you mumble. You move out of Jeonghan’s grip to lift the ornament and place it at the top of the tree, right under where the star sits. The idea is more embarrassing now that Jeonghan is staring at you, the smug little grin on his face, but you can’t ignore tradition just because you know he’s going to make fun of you later.

“Are there any more special ornaments I should know about, darling?” Jeonghan asks and you smack him lightly, both for the comment and the teasing nickname he’s picked up.

“No. Decorate at your free will.”

Your brother is now more interested in the cookies your mom brought in, leaving you and Jeonghan to finish the tree off. It’s weighted down by all of the ornaments you’ve hung on it by the end. You reach down into the box to grab the tree topper.

“All that’s left is the star,” you announce.

“Jeonghan should put it on,” your mom suggests and you hold it out to him.

“Oh no, I couldn’t.”

“We insist,” your mom tells him. 

“C’mon Han, just do it, make her happy.” You nudge him a bit and Jeonghan finally takes it before reaching up on his tiptoes to place the star on top. You and your mom cheer and you can see the small smile on Jeonghan’s face.

With the finishing touch on the tree, you’re able to step back and look at your masterpiece.

“I think we did a pretty good job,” you say.

“I think we did the best job, and I should know. I’m a tree decorating veteran.” Jeonghan wraps an arm around your waist. You glance up at him, only to be surprised by him pecking you on the lips. You don’t even have time to react, the kiss smooth like you two do it all the time.

Jeonghan doesn’t bat an eye, turning back to stare at the tree. You feel your stomach flutter.

So here’s the thing. It’s not like you wouldn’t date Jeonghan, he’s a great guy, a close friend, but you two just never evolved into that part of your relationship. The issue when you’re hooking up with someone is that it’s intimate. You’ve spent the night at each other’s apartments, you share the same friends, you have strangely deep pillow talk with one another. It’s all under the same impression that you’re just friends with benefits, but now you’re here, in your childhood home, pretending to be a couple. The circumstances are completely different and now you don’t know how to feel.

All you know is that Jeonghan keeps kissing you with no sexual undertones under it, and maybe you like it a little too much.

When you wake up the next morning, Jeonghan is already awake on his phone. He looks over at you and snickers before turning his phone towards you. On his screen is a photo of you asleep, your mouth wide open and a bit of drool running down your cheek.

“Delete that!” You shout, suddenly wide awake. Jeonghan giggles as he stands up and runs out of the room. You chase after him, yelling at him, until you two make it to the kitchen.

“Well! You two are lively this morning,” your mom comments. She’s standing at the stove cooking breakfast with a fond grin on her face.

“Good morning!” Jeonghan says, a smug smile on his face as he slips his phone into his pocket. “That smells great. Do you need any help?” Jeonghan gestures to the plates sitting on the counter, waiting to be put out.

“Oh honey, no, no, you go sit. You’re a guest.” 

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan asks and your mom nods.

“Of course. Pumpkin, you can help me.”

Jeonghan moves to the dining table while your mom moves closer to you, a giddy look on her face, as she hands you the plates. 

“Pumpkin, you’ve really found yourself a keeper,” she whispers to you. “Jeonghan is such a sweet young man.”

“Uh, yeah mom, thanks,” you mutter.

It’s not like you don’t know Jeonghan’s a great guy, but the truth is you two aren’t dating. It’s not like you can tell your mom that, but you don’t know how long you’ll be able to keep up the lie after you two leave after break. It was easy when he was just a random name you threw out, but now your mom has actually met him, and he’s doing a little too well at charming her.

And maybe you too. It’s only been two days of pretending to fake date Jeonghan and somehow you’re already questioning your whole relationship with him. You don’t know if your heart will take fake dating him for any longer than you have to.

You and your mom head towards the table where Jeonghan sits next to your brother, looking invested in whatever your brother is talking about. You take your seat on the other side of Jeonghan as your mother sits across from you.

“So, any plans you two have for today?”

“Uhm, not at the moment,” you reply.

“You two should go ice skating! A new place opened downtown. I’m sure all the cute young couples are going there.”

You perk up at the idea. Ice skating has always been a fun winter tradition for you and now you have a reason to go. Right as the sun is starting to set, you and Jeonghan take off downtown. The city is dressed up in lights and it excites the child inside of you.

“Isn’t it pretty?” You ask Jeonghan as you walk down the street.

“Isn't what pretty?”

“The lights. Look at them. It really gets me in the Christmas mood,” you say. 

“Oh, yeah. They do look nice. Oh, there’s the skating rink.”

The rink is large and already filled with several people from other couples to families to people just skating solo. There are lights surrounding the rink and you can hear Christmas music playing out of speakers nearby.

You and Jeonghan go and rent your skates before putting them on and heading towards the ice. You slide onto the rink first and then wait for Jeonghan to follow. You watch as he steps out on the ice and moves to push himself forward, only to fall directly on his ass.

You stifle a laugh before reaching down to help him up. As soon as he’s back up Jeonghan moves over to hold onto the wall.

“Is this a bad time to tell you that I’m not very good at ice skating.”

You actually allow yourself to laugh out loud this time. “Why did you agree to come?”

“I don’t know, your mom seemed so excited about it and so did you.”

You smile before skating up to Jeonghan’s side. “That’s sweet of you Han, but we don’t have to continue if you don’t want to. We can just walk around downtown and look at the lights.”

“No, I want to do this,” Jeonghan states, determined.

“Okay, okay. At least let me help you out.” You move your hand to grasp Jeonghan’s and you start to move. Jeonghan gently lets go of the wall to follow you, his grip on your hand tight.

You skate effortlessly, trying not to giggle as Jeonghan does his best not to fall and pull you down with him. You’re skating much slower than you’re used to as Jeonghan clings to your arm.

“How are you so good at this,” Jeonghan whines as you two stop to take a break.

“Ice skating is a family tradition for me. Don’t worry, you look cute.” You reach up to straighten the fluffy hat on his head.

The moment feels oddly intimate, which is an interesting feeling considering you two have seen each other naked. It almost feels like you two are an actual couple, out on a cute Christmas-y date.

If you’re being honest, Christmas has always been your favorite holiday. You love the whole season and the feeling of family and joy and love. When you were little you always dreamed of having a great Christmas romance, and now you have it, it’s just…fake.

You look at Jeonghan to see the soft pink dusting his face and ears and you wonder if it’s because of the cold or if he’s thinking the same thing you are.

“Aww, you two are so cute.” The moment is broken and you look to the side to see an older couple skating up to you two. “Would you like us to take your photo?”

“Oh, um, sure!” You reply, pulling your phone out to hand to them. Your mom did tell you to take lots of photos.

You skate back over to Jeonghan and position yourself next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You two lean into each other, smiling at the camera. After that photo is taken you lean in to press a kiss to Jeonghan’s cheek.

The couple then returns your phone and bids you a goodbye. You flip through the photos and Jeonghan peeks over your shoulder at them.

“You should send those to me.”

You look at him curiously. In all the time you’ve known Jeonghan, you’ve never known him to care much about having photos of you two together, even as just friends, but you shoot them over to his number anyway. You then grab his hand again and continue to skate.

Even with Jeonghan’s poor skating skills, you two still have fun. The Christmas music sets the mood as you two skate around the rink and you can hear Jeonghan humming along as you skate. The moment is nice.

You two skate for about an hour before Jeonghan’s feet start to hurt and you two decide to put the skates up and pop into a nearby cafe to grab some hot chocolate before exploring downtown more. There is a tree put in the center of the plaza and you and Jeonghan take a few more photos to show your mom.

In the midst of hooking up with Jeonghan, sometimes it’s hard to remember you two are friends as well. You’re a bit glad for this whole fake dating thing, because it gives you a chance to hang out with Jeonghan in a non-sexual manner. It reminds you of how much you like Jeonghan as just a person and how you enjoy spending time with him. It’s really nice.

It’s late into the night when you two finally head back to your house. The lights are already all off and you and Jeonghan creep up to your room quietly, as to not wake up anyone else. You two quietly change into your pajamas before crawling into your bed.

There’s a slight chill in the room and you slide over to Jeonghan to try and get warmer. He accepts you into his arms and you two lay there in silence for a moment before he begins to speak.

“You know, I wasn’t sure about this at first, but I’ve been having a lot of fun. Your family’s great.”

“Yeah…they are. Thanks for doing this for me by the way.”

“I mean, it benefits me too, right,” Jeonghan chuckles.

Right. The reason you’re doing this in the first place: the birth control.

It’s weird to think about now that you’re here. Jeonghan has seemed to blend into your family so well, you nearly forgot the reason this started to begin with.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jeonghan asks.

“What? Oh yeah. I’m just…tired. I think I should try to sleep.”

“Yeah, okay…goodnight.”

When you wake up, Jeonghan is still asleep next to you, and you glance at the clock to see it’s strangely early. It’s then that you hear the tapping on your door and you stand up to crack it open. Your mom is standing on the other side of the door with a paper in her hand.

“Sweetie, sorry to wake you up, but I need you to do me a favor today.”

“What is it Mom? Is everything okay?”

“Oh yes, nothing wrong, but I need you to go out and buy these things for me.” She passes you the list and you scan over it before shooting your mom a look.

“You haven’t gotten the presents yet?” You hiss. “Christmas is in like four days!”

“I know! Me and your father haven’t had time to go with your brother around. Please? Here’s my card.” She passes you her credit card. “You can pick up some gifts for yourself as well. Bring Jeonghan along, get lunch, make a day out of it. Please, Pumpkin?”

“Yeah, sure, Mom. I’ll get it all.”

“Thank you!” Your mom hugs you quickly before leaving. You sigh, staring down at the list. There’s quite a few things on it. The closer you look at it you realize there’s also gifts for your extended family and your father on it. You huff, you have your work cut out for you. At least your mom has marked what store you can find each item.

You walk over to the bed and shake Jeonghan until he wakes up.

“Wha’?”

“Come up, get up. We have a long day of shopping ahead of us and I want to beat the crowds.”

Jeonghan grumbles a bit more but rolls out of bed. You two get dressed before climbing into your car and heading towards the store. You stop at a coffee shop to get both of you take out cups and head to the first store.

Your brother’s Christmas list is mainly toys, which you guess you can expect from a five year old. The toy store is already bustling with people and you grab a cart and Jeonghan’s hand so you don’t lose each other. You make your way through the aisles, doing your best to find everything on the list.

“What about this one?” Jeonghan asks, holding up a green race car. You frown.

“No. He doesn’t like that shade of green, and he already owns three green cars. He wants a purple one…aha! Here it is.” You grab the one on the back of the rack before throwing it into the cart. “Okay. I think there’s toy dinosaurs a few aisles down, and then we should have everything here.”

You two continue through the store before you find the aisle full of different dinosaur themed toys. You pick up a book for you to gift your little brother yourself and then look over the toys.

“He already owns a t-rex, a stegosaurus, and a triceratops,” you mutter more to yourself than Jeonghan. You glance through the toys before landing on a dinosaur with a long neck. “Brachiosaurus, perfect.”

You place this in the cart as well and then turn to Jeonghan, who is smiling at you. “You’re a good big sister, you know that?”

“I’m just doing what my mom asked me,” you tell him as you push the cart towards the check out.

“No I mean, you pay attention to him. You know what toys he already owns and what colors he likes. It’s sweet.”

You brush Jeonghan off again, but the words cause a warm feeling to bloom in your stomach. You two stand in the check out line for what feels like forever before you’re able to leave. As you two are walking to the car you look over at Jeonghan and realize he deserves something for Christmas as well. He’s spending the whole break with you and your family, it’s the least you can do.

“Oh shit, I forgot something. Here, take the car keys, I’ll be back in a flash, I promise.” You hand him the keys before running back into the store before Jeonghan can protest.

You weave through the people before making it to the Lego aisle. You’ve seen all of the models inside his apartment, and you figure this will be a good gift for him. You search through the different kits to find the best one, before settling on the electric guitar set. You’ve seen him play the bass a couple of times, and you hope Jeonghan will still appreciate the thought.

The line is a bit shorter this time and you make sure the box is well hidden in the bag before making your way back to the car. You store the bag in the back before slipping into the driver’s seat.

“You got everything you need?” Jeonghan asks and you smile and nod.

“Yep! On to the next place.” 

The next store is less exciting than being in a toy store and it seems to be even busier. You and Jeonghan hold hands once more as you walk through the store. His humming to the Christmas music on the speakers calms you a bit, and you allow yourself to enjoy the Christmas spirit more.

You and Jeonghan make it through the store, and another one before you decide it’s time for a lunch break. You two find a cute Italian place to sit down and rest your feet. You’re waiting for your food to arrive when your phone dings and you see an Instagram notification. You open your phone to see Jeonghan has tagged you in a post.

The first photo is the two of you at the skating rink, your arms wrapped around each other. There are a few more photos. A photo of you holding your hot chocolate while looking at the lights. The selfie you two took in front of the tree in the plaza. The final photo is a photo of you putting an ornament on your own tree at home. The post is captioned Christmas 🎄🎁☕.

“Our friends are going to think we’re crazy,” you tell Jeonghan. In theory, your friends know you and Jeonghan are sleeping together, but you’ve never explicitly said it, and they most definitely don’t know that Jeonghan is spending Christmas at your house.

“So? Let them. Those are cute photos.” You can’t argue with that and you drop a like and repost it to your story.

When you finish up lunch there’s one more store you two have to hit. There are only a few odd and end items left and you can’t wait to get home. You and Jeonghan are looking at sweaters when you feel someone bump into you and you lurch forward a bit.

“Watch it,” the man growls.

“Hey!” Jeonghan shouts, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.

“What?” The man turns back around.

“You bumped into my girlfriend.” Despite this not being the moment to get flustered, hearing Jeonghan call you his girlfriend even without your family around sends butterflies into your tummy.

The man and Jeonghan have a stare down for a moment before the man huffs out a pathetic “sorry” before walking off. 

“Thanks Han,” you say before you place a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Well, some people just belong on the naughty-list,” he says, which makes you chuckle.

By late afternoon you two finally finish shopping and you get a text from your mom that tells you she’s taken your little brother to the grocery store so you and Jeonghan have time to get the gifts in the house without him seeing. You and Jeonghan quickly bring everything to your room before closing the door. You make sure to slip the present for Jeonghan under your bed before he notices and you then turn to him.

“Want to help me wrap these presents?”

“Of course.”

You and Jeonghan sit on the floor of your room, where Jeonghan soon finds out you’re awful at wrapping gifts.

“It’s so easy. It’s just folds and tape,” Jeonghan says as he places a piece of tape on the most perfectly wrapped present you’ve ever seen.

“Oh shush. I usually use gift bags okay? And now I have you, so you can wrap all of the presents from Santa, and I can do the rest,” you declare as you scribble a To: Mom onto the present you finished wrapping.

“Fine, but only because you’re the worst gift wrapping elf I’ve ever seen.”

Though you know it’s meant as an insult, you can’t help but smile at the cuteness of his sentence. You’re also just happy you don’t have to wrap more gifts than necessary.

It’s late when you wake up the next morning, due to the fact you went to bed late last night. You and Jeonghan stayed up to finish wrapping presents and then you two got onto talking about family Christmas tradition and before you knew it, it was two am. 

The bed is chilly and when you sit up to look, the other side of the bed is empty. You wrap a blanket around you and head downstairs to see Jeonghan and your mom sitting at the table talking. When you look out the window it’s a world of white and you start to feel giddy.

“It snowed!” You exclaim. “Hannie, we have to go play in it!”

You know it’s childish, but you can’t help it. You quickly get dressed and put on your winter coat and gloves before heading outside. A few minutes later, Jeonghan exits the house as well, your brother in tow. You search through your garage before you find your sleds and the three of you take a short walk to the park down the street. There’s a big hill next to it and you all take turns riding down it.

“C’mon, ride down together with me.” Jeonghan pats the space in between his legs on the sled and you climb on.

Jeonghan pushes off and then wraps his arms around your waist as you two go speeding down the hill. You can feel the snow fly back into your face and your sled goes tilting before you and Jeonghan are completely thrown off. You two land in a heap together and you both start giggling. You roll over in the snow and start to make a snow angel and Jeonghan does the same.

When you stand up and assess your work, you pull out your phone to snap a photo of the two angels next to each other. You’re just putting your phone away when you feel something cold and hard pelt you in the leg. You look over to see Jeonghan with a mischievous grin on his face, already aiming his next snow ball.

You quickly bend down to grab snow and form your own ammo, while also trying to dodge the onslaught of Jeonghan’s. You two go back and forth, throwing snow at each other, before Jeonghan finally ambushes you and grabs you by the waist and tackles you down into the snow.

You two are breathing heavily as Jeonghan hovers over you. There’s a twinkle in his eye and snow in his hair and you think that this might be the prettiest you’ve ever seen Jeonghan. You’re not sure what comes over you, but you reach up and grab him by the collar of his jacket, pulling him down to connect your lips to his.

Jeonghan melts into you, kissing you back. You two lay there in the snow, kissing, until you hear commotion next to you.

“Ewww.” You both pull apart to see your little brother standing over you two. You and Jeonghan both blush and Jeonghan climbs off of you before helping you up. “I’m getting cold, can we go back home now?”

Neither you nor Jeonghan make eye contact as you grab the sleds. Jeonghan gives your brother a piggyback on the way home when you get inside your brother pulls Jeonghan off to go play video games together. You’re grateful for the break, still a bit flustered from your intense kiss earlier.

You’re luckily able to ignore the boy for the most part for the rest of the day, until it’s time to go to bed. You and Jeonghan shuffle around each other awkwardly until you decide to finally bite the bullet.

“Hey, about the kiss earlier, I’m sorry. I-”

“No, it’s okay!” Jeonghan cuts you off. “Don’t worry I uh…I liked it.”

“O-oh, okay,” you mumble.

Neither of you say anything else as you two climb into bed. You’re not sure if you should move closer to Jeonghan until he reaches over to tug you towards him. You slot yourself into his arms, and you hope he can’t feel your heart beating a million beats per second.

You’re glad you didn’t make anything weird with Jeonghan, but now you’re afraid you may have made things a lot more complicated for yourself.

“You two are on cookie duty,” your mom tells you and Jeonghan as she bustles around the kitchen. She’s been stressed since you two woke up. You suppose that’s fair when it’s Christmas Eve, and it gives you a good reason to not think about you and Jeonghan.

“Can I help? I want to make cookies for Santa!” Your little brother exclaims.

“If you want to, buddy,” you tell him.

“Yay!”

“There’s a recipe book in the cupboard, and I should have picked up all of the ingredients the other day,” your mother continues.

“We’ve got it Mom, no stressing, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you Pumpkin.” Your mom kisses your cheek before running off to finish errands.

You clap your hands together. “Let’s get to baking.”

There’s several cookies your mom has requested you to make and you get to work on the dough for the chocolate chip cookies, while Jeonghan works on the sugar cookies. The chocolate chip cookies are fairly easy and you’re able to pop them into the oven while Jeonghan and your brother are cutting out shapes into the sugar cookies.

“This one is shaped as a snowflake,” your brother explains to Jeonghan as he stamps the dough.

“Ah, I see,” Jeonghan says and you grin. You work around them as you grab the flour to start making gingerbread.

Right as you’re walking past Jeonghan, he spins around, running into you and getting a cloud of flour all over both of you. You can hear your little brother giggling as Jeonghan huffs a laugh.

“You know, darling, this is pretty cliche,” Jeonghan says, still grinning.

“It would only be cliche if I smear frosting on the tip of your nose,” you tell him, continuing to walk past. “But, don’t count that out yet.” 

By the afternoon the house is warm and filled with the sweet scent of baked goods. The cookies are cooled and all three of you have already sneaked one or two for yourselves as you sit down to decorate. Your brother has been given the task of frosting the sugar cookies for Santa, while you and Jeonghan get to work building a gingerbread house.

“Look, not to brag, but I’ve come in second place every year for my family’s gingerbread house contest.”

“Second place? Why not first?” You snicker.

“Because my cousin is an architect, okay. It’s called an unfair advantage.”

You giggle once more. “If you say so, Hannie. Here, you can make the shingles with these.”

The two of you work in harmony, decorating the little house with all of the candy. When the house is finished you two move onto making the little gingerbread man.

“Look at little Hannie,” Jeonghan says, holding up the gingerbread man he just made. It’s decorated to look like Jeonghan, even done with his signature smirk.

“Very cute,” you tell him. “But your hair isn’t that long anymore.” You reach over and swipe some of the icing used to make his hair off of the cookie before reaching up to smear it on Jeonghan’s nose.

“Oh I see,” Jeonghan hums, doing his best to keep the grin off his face.

“I told you, don’t count it out yet.”

Before you can even stop him, Jeonghan is dipping into the bowl of frosting and swiping a streak over your cheek. You squeal as Jeonghan grins proudly. 

“There, now we’re even.” You fake pout at Jeonghan slightly and he playfully rolls his eyes before leaning in and kissing your cheek, right over the icing. When he pulls away, he’s licking his lips. “I’m sorry, but revenge just tastes so sweet, darling.”

It’s your turn to playfully roll your eyes now, not at all upset with Jeonghan’s antics.

You finish up your gingerbread self as well and place it next to Jeonghan’s in front of the house. Jeonghan pushes his towards yours even more, so their hands touch. “Look, they’re now holding hands.” 

“You’re so stupid,” you tell him, but you’re smiling.

“You like that I’m stupid,” Jeonghan teases.

“Maybe…but only a little bit,” you say, but it’s enough to make Jeonghan grin from ear to ear.

It's a Christmas tradition in your house to spend Christmas Eve watching everyone’s favorite Christmas movies, and this year your brother is actually able to make a suggestion. 

“Jeonghan, sweetie, you get to suggest a movie as well,” your mother tells him as she readies the hot chocolate.

“Really? I wouldn’t want to impose?”

“You should know by now you’re not imposing, and if anything, it’s Christmas Eve, you deserve to have some cheer as well. It will be nice to have something new in the lineup of movies.”

Your mom starts to pour the hot chocolate into mugs before sliding the reindeer shaped mug towards your brother. It’s his favorite cup to use, even when it’s not the Christmas season, though it was originally gifted to you.

“No Mom, let Jeonghan have it.” Your brother declares as he pushes the mug towards Jeonghan.

“For me? Thank you!”

You lean in towards Jeonghan. “He must really like you. He doesn’t even let me use that mug, and it belongs to me.”

After the hot chocolate and cookies have been passed out to everyone (and your brother has set some out for Santa), you all move into the living room. Your parents sit in their chairs and your little brother places himself on the floor right in front of the TV. You and Jeonghan move over to the couch where you naturally slot yourself into his arms, you two cuddling up together as you throw a blanket over your laps.

The first movie of the night is your brother’s choice, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. It’s a classic and you can’t be mad at the choice. The whole time Jeonghan keeps making jokes only loud enough for you to hear and you keep giggling, causing your brother to glare at you, causing you to elbow Jeonghan in his side.

“You better not distract me when we’re watching my movie,” you warn Jeonghan.

Jeonghan throws his hands up in fake surrender. “Oh darling I wouldn’t dare.”

Your favorite Christmas movie is A Charlie Brown Christmas and you make your family watch it every year. For you, it never gets old, and you watch it with what can only be described as stars in your eyes. You know Jeonghan finds it amusing, but you can’t help your love for all things Peanuts and something about that silly little Christmas tree brings you joy.

Instead of your parents choosing a movie, Jeonghan gets to choose this year, and you’re thankful you don’t have to watch your dad’s choice, A Christmas Story. Instead Jeonghan chooses the Jim Carey version of The Grinch, which makes you grin wide.

“That’s my second favorite Christmas movie. Did you know that?”

“Nope, I guess we just have great taste, darling.”

“Of course we do. I mean, we’re dating each other,” you flirt and you watch Jeonghan duck his head in embarrassment.

Jeonghan shifts his position so you’re sitting in between his legs, leaning back against him. His arms wrap around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. It’s cozy and your heart feels full at the moment.

You know none of it is real, that it’s all fake for something as trivial as birth control, but right now, you so desperately want it to be real. Enough that you’ll let yourself believe it is, even if it’s just for a moment.

It’s late when the movie is finished and your brother is doing his best to keep his eyes open.

“Hey little man, if you don’t go to bed soon, Santa won’t come,” you tell him as you pick him up in your arms.

“B-but Santa has to come,” he mutters in a sleepy voice.

“Well then let us put you to bed.” You carry your brother to his bedroom, Jeonghan following you behind.

“What if I can’t sleep? Is Santa still going to come?”

“I’m sure you’ll be able to sleep, buddy. Do you want us to read you a story?”

“Please?”

“Hey Han, there’s a copy of The Night Before Christmas in my room, could you go grab it?” You ask Jeonghan and he nods. He comes back a few minutes later, holding the book. He settles next to you on the bed and you hold the book open for your little brother to see.

You and Jeonghan take turns narrating the book until your little brother’s eyes droop down and he’s fast asleep. You and Jeonghan quietly sneak out of the room and slip into yours. Due to the presents being hidden in your room, it’s your turn to play Santa.

You and Jeonghan carry the presents to the living room before placing them under the tree. It looks picture perfect when you two are done. You and Jeonghan move over to the plate of cookies set out before both grabbing one and tapping them together.

“Cheers,” Jeonghan says.

“Cheers, to our success at playing Santa.” You both bite into your cookies, making sure to leave crumbs on the plate for your brother to see in the morning. You split the glass of milk, leaving a few drops at the bottom.

“Look.” Jeonghan points up and you catch sight of the spring of mistletoe. Your family has never been ones to do mistletoe and you wonder if your mom put it up this year just because she knew Jeonghan was going to be with you.

You’re surprised you didn’t see it earlier, but to be fair you haven’t been home much the past few days, and even when you have you haven’t been near the fireplace. 

Right then the clock in your house strikes midnight, and you lean in to kiss Jeonghan. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him, as you cup his face. You two kiss for what you’re sure is much longer than it needs to be before pulling away.

“Merry Christmas, Jeonghan.”

“Merry Christmas, darling.” 

“Santa! Santa, Santa, Santa! Santa was here!” You wake up to screaming and you barely have time to process what is happening when your bedroom door is flung open and there’s a tiny body attacking you and Jeonghan.

“Yeah, buddy, we know,” you mumble as Jeonghan yawns loudly. “We’ll be there in a second.”

“You better be.” With that your brother leaves and you and Jeonghan decide it’ll be best if you two make your way into the living room.

Your parents are both already in the living room, both of them looking tired as well. Your brother is eagerly sitting in front of the tree, inspecting each present as he waits for you and Jeonghan to shuffle over to the couch. Jeonghan sits down and you practically sit on his lap with how close you get to him, cuddling into his side, wishing you were still asleep.

“Merry Christmas! Say hi to the camera,” your dad says as he holds his phone up to record your little brother.

“Hi!” He says while waving enthusiastically. “Merry Christmas! Can I open my presents now?”

Your mom chuckles before telling him to do so.

You watch with half interest as your brother opens his presents, doing your best to wake up. Jeonghan is warm against you, though, and it makes you more sleepy. It isn’t until your brother is almost done opening his presents from Santa that you’re awake.

As soon as your dad has picked up all of the wrapping paper, you move towards the tree to open your own presents. It’s nothing much, as you really only asked for clothes and a few other things for your apartment. The life of a college student.

When you’ve thanked your parents for your presents you hand them their presents from you. You’re satisfied at the giddy your little brother has for the dinosaur book you got him and he gives you a giant hug.

“Pumpkin, what’s that present left under the tree?” Your mom points at the final present under the tree.

“It’s my present for Jeonghan,” you say as you pick it up and hand it to the boy.

“You got me something?” Jeonghan asks you, a bit of awe in his face.

“Of course.” You sit down next to him and press a kiss to his cheek. “I hope you like it.”

Jeonghan rips the wrapping paper off to reveal the Lego set underneath, and Jeonghan gasps. There’s an excited grin on his face as he looks between the box and you.

“You got me this?”

“Yeah, I noticed the sets in your room and thought you’d like this. I know you play the bass but-”

Jeonghan cuts you off by lunging forward and kissing you. You melt into him, reciprocating the kiss. When you pull back, there’s a twinkle in his eye. “Thank you, it’s perfect.”

“Oh, let me take a photo!” Your mom exclaims. “Go stand in front of the tree.”

You know there’s not fighting your mom and you pull Jeonghan over. You press your sides together, smiling at the camera. Your brother wants on as well so you two pick him up and hold him between you two.

“Aww, my babies, you guys look so cute! Okay, now who wants breakfast?”

You’re standing on your back porch, watching the snow fall, when you hear steps approaching. When you turn around you’re not surprised to see Jeonghan approaching you.

“You know, you didn’t have to get me anything for Christmas. Let alone a Lego set.”

You shrug. “I wanted to. You’re doing this for me, and I wanted to give you something to show my appreciation.”

“Well thank you. It means a lot to me.” Jeonghan moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you. You accept his hug, snuggling into his arms. “I’m sorry I didn’t have anything for you.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to. You just being here is enough.”

Jeonghan pulls away from you slightly, so he can look you in the eyes. You can see him struggling to say what he wants to, before he eventually just spits it out. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Is everything okay?”

“I…I’ve really enjoyed the past week, and it’s made me realize I need to be honest with you. I really like you, and I have since we first met. We had that first date which ended in us having sex, and when you never brought up a second date I kind of figured you just wanted to keep it on a physical level. I didn’t mind, but I guess I always kind of wanted it to be more,” Jeonghan admits. “And being here, and spending all this time together and not having sex, it kind of made me realize just how much I like you.” 

You can feel your heart beating in your chest as Jeonghan speaks. He likes you. Yoon Jeonghan likes you, and has had a crush on you since you first met. The notion makes your stomach erupt in butterflies.

You stare at him, his cheeks slightly pink from the cold and white snowflakes dotting his black hair. He looks like an angel.

“I understand if you don’t like me back, but I needed to tell you that. I’m not sure what this means for us but-”

It’s now your turn to cut Jeonghan off with a kiss. Your hold on him tightens as you pull him into you and Jeonghan eagerly accepts. He moves his hands to cup the back of your neck, holding you gently as he deepens the kiss. You’re both a little breathless when you pull apart and Jeonghan has a giant smile on his face.

“I like you too. A lot. And being here made me realize I want this to be real, if you do too.”

“Yes. I would love that.”

“Well then, I hate to inform you that I don’t think we can be fake dating anymore, as I have a very real boyfriend.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes. And he’s very handsome and talented and a very good kisser.”

“Well it’s a good thing I also have a very real girlfriend, who is also a very good kisser.” Jeonghan’s face gets closer to yours as he talks before he leans in fully at the end, kissing you once more.

“Your father and I are going to go look at Christmas lights with your brother. Would you two like to join?” You mom pokes her head into your bedroom where you and Jeonghan are cuddled up on your bed, watching a movie.

You've been spending the day just enjoying each other's presence. You've also been answering sporadic texts from your friends, asking about you and Jeonghan after your Instagram post earlier.

You posted the photo of you kissing his cheek in the ice rink, the photos your mom took this morning, and a photo of your gingerbread men holding hands, captioned My favorite present this year ♡. Your friends have been hounding you about it since.

You glance at Jeonghan and down at your laptop before turning to your mom.

“I think we’ll just stay here,” you tell her.

She just smiles at you two. “Okay, have fun. We’ll probably be gone for a few hours.” Neither you nor Jeonghan miss the wink she sends you two.

You can hear the garage door open and close as your family leaves and you and Jeonghan both glance at each other. You’re not quite sure what the rules are on how long you should wait to have sex after becoming a couple, but then again, it’s not like you and Jeonghan haven’t fucked before.

“Do you want to-”

“You know just because we-”

You both stop talking when you realize the other one is. You gesture for Jeonghan to continue.

“Just because we’re now officially dating, doesn’t mean we can’t still have sex,” Jeonghan says. “Unless you want to wait.”

“No, I actually was going to ask if you uh, wanted to have sex.” You almost feel awkward, talking about it, like you two haven’t been hooking up on the regular for over a year.

You’re relieved of the uncomfortableness as soon as Jeonghan turns to kiss you. After a week of kissing for show, it’s nice to finally kiss him for yourself. As strange as it might be, it feels nice to kiss Jeonghan like this. Though you’re excited to see where dating Jeonghan takes you, hooking up is how you know him best.

Jeonghan moves your laptop off your laps and climbs on top of you, pressing you into the bed. Though you’re used to sleeping with Jeonghan, there’s still a new air to this. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Jeonghan so eager to fuck you, but you can’t say you’re complaining at all. 

Your lips slide together, deepening the kiss, as Jeonghan’s hand ghosts your waist. You can feel his tongue swipe against your lips right as he starts to push his hand up under your shirt. You gasp when you feel his hand grope your tits and Jeonghan takes that moment to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You whimper as you feel his hand slide under your bra as well, his fingers playing with your nipples. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth and you suck on it slightly before pulling away all together. As you take a moment to catch your breath, Jeonghan moves down to suck at your neck.

“F-fuck, Hannie,” you whine.

“So pretty, darling,” Jeonghan mutters.

You push Jeonghan off of you slightly, so you can remove both your shirt and bra. With your chest now bare, Jeonghan takes the liberty of wrapping his lips around your nipple. He flicks the bud with his tongue, while his hand shows the other one some love. Your body arches up into his touch as you feel your cunt clench down around nothing, desperate to have him inside of you.

Jeonghan must realize this as well, and he pops his mouth off of you. “Want me to touch you, pretty girl?”

“Please,” you beg. You wiggle your hips a bit and Jeonghan chuckles as he hooks his fingers into your waistband and slides both your pajama pants and underwear off in one go. Like he’s on autopilot, Jeonghan reaches down and starts to rub at your clit with two fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet already. Do you want my fingers or my mouth?”

“D-don’t care,” you mutter, already enjoying the pleasure of his fingers pressed against you. “Pick one. Both. Whatever. Just please, don’t stop touching me.”

You gasp a bit when Jeonghan pushes your legs apart even further, allowing himself to slip in between them. He leans down and starts to kiss your thighs, leaving small nips every once in a while. When it’s clear you’re too impatient for this, Jeonghan closes the gap between his mouth and your pussy, pressing a kiss to your entrance. From there, it only gets messier as Jeonghan darts his tongue out to lap at your arousal. He licks a thick strip along your slit, stopping at your clit so he can wrap his lips around it. You moan as you feel him suck on the bud.

His hands are holding on tight to your thighs, keeping them apart. His tongue swirls around your clit and you buck your hips up as your hands fly to grip onto the sheets. You’re sure you look pathetic, but you don’t care if it means you can get head this good.

His mouth switches between sucking your clit and licking at your entrance. You’re dripping slick now, even as Jeonghan licks it up. He buries his face between your thighs deeper, and you’re sure his face is a mess now. He drags his teeth against your sensitive clit and you whine loudly.

Jeonghan seems to be happy with his affect on you and he finally gives attention to how empty you feel. His finger rubs your slit for a second before he pushes it inside of you. You’re completely drenched and his finger glides in with ease, allowing him to slide a second one in not long after. 

His mouth is still working at your clit as he fucks a third finger into you. He thrusts them deeper each time, curling them back to hit the soft spot of your walls. It pays off to have someone know your body so well, and you can already feel your brain going fuzzy as Jeonghan knows all the right places to hit.

Your abs tighten as you can feel yourself approaching your orgasm. Your thighs clamp down around Jeonghan’s head as a warning, and then you’re shaking as you reach your high. You moan freely, your hands grasping at the sheets, as Jeonghan continues to work you through it.

When your body has calmed down, you sink into the bed, allowing yourself to rest for a moment. Jeonghan has finally come up for air, his whole face shiny with your arousal. You grab him a tissue and he wipes off his mouth and fingers.

“You’re turn,” you whisper as you push Jeonghan down onto the bed. He’s still completely dressed you and push his shirt up to kiss down his stomach before pulling down his pants and underwear like he did to you. 

His cock springs free, fully hard and leaking. You slot yourself between his legs and waist no time taking the tip in between your lips. You suck gently before working your way down his length. After doing this many times, you’ve had practice taking him, and you can completely get his whole cock down your throat.

Though Jeonghan isn’t very blessed in the girth department, his cock is the longest you’ve ever been with, being able to reach deep inside you and down your throat. You bob your head up and down, letting his tip hit the back of your throat, before you pop off his cock, wrapping your lips around the shaft as your hand fondles his balls.

Your tongue darts out so you can run it against his cock, swirling it around the rim of his tip. You can hear the stuttered breathing of Jeonghan above you, as you back to sucking at the head of his cock. His pre-cum coats your tongue, and you have to admit, the salty taste brings you joy.

“G-gonna cum,” Jeonghan mumbles before he’s spilling his load right into your mouth. You do your best to catch it all, but some still slips out and drips down your chin, which you think makes Jeonghan cum even harder. “Fuck, your mouth is so good.”

You pull your mouth off of Jeonghan, swallowing the rest of the cum in your mouth, and Jeonghan groans. You crawl back up to Jeonghan’s face, kissing him. If the fact you just had his dick in your mouth bothers Jeonghan, he doesn’t show it.

“Need you in me, Hannie,” you tell him.

“Okay baby,” Jeonghan responds. He flips you over, so you’re laying on your back. He removes his shirt, so you’re both completely naked, before leaning down to kiss you again.

You’re not sure how his cock is still hard, despite just cumming, but you can’t complain when you feel him rubbing his tip against your slit. His kiss deepens as he pushes inside of you, your walls clenching down to mold against his cock.

You try to relax, but he feels so good sliding into you. After a moment he’s fully inside of you, his tip pressed snug up against your cervix. Jeonghan slowly slides out of you before slamming back in. Your pussy is soaking wet and you’re sure Jeonghan’s cock is drenched, if the wet squelch was any indicator.

Jeonghan starts to slowly thrust in and out of you, building up his pace as he goes. Your thighs hug his hips as you wrap your legs around him and your fingers dig into his back. You can feel his mouth suck at your collarbone as he slams into you harder.

His cock reaches deep in you, the drag of his cock against your walls causing your brain to go even more incoherent. All you can think about is Jeonghan and his body against yours and his cock fucking you so good. There’s a reason you’ve let him hit with no strings attached for so long, it’s just even better now that you can fully call him yours.

“You feel so good around me,” Jeonghan mumbles into your neck. “Perfect fucking pussy.”

“Love your cock,” you mumble back. “So deep inside.”

“Fuck, need you to ride me.”

You and Jeonghan take a moment to reposition and then you’re bouncing in his lap. Your grip onto his shoulders tight for leverage as you fuck yourself on his cock. His cock hits as a new angle in this position and all you can do is moan like a bitch in heat. 

Jeonghan reaches down and grabs onto your ass, guiding you up and down his cock as he squeezes the flesh. Your tits are bouncing wildly in Jeonghan’s face and he leans forward, sucking one into his mouth. You throw your head back as your eyes flutter close, lost in your pleasure. 

Your thighs get tired at some point and you start to just grind against him, his cock curving up into you at just the right angle. Jeonghan can sense your neglected clit and he reaches down to start rubbing circles into it. Your cunt clenches down, and both you and Jeonghan can tell you’re about to cum soon.

“Need your cum, Hannie,” you tell him, your words slurring together. “Fill me up.”

“Anything for you, darling,” Jeonghan says, half delirious himself.

It only takes one final jerk of your clit to have you trembling around him. Your pussy walls fluttering against his cock as you fall forward against Jeonghan, your body twitching as you cum. You can feel Jeonghan’s cock throbbing inside of you as he cums as well, filling you full of his seed.

You both lay like that for a while, with Jeonghan still inside of you as you exchange soft kisses. When it’s clear you need to get up, you slowly lift yourself off of Jeonghan’s cock, and you can feel his cum slide out of you. 

“Fuck, we need to wash my sheets,” you mumble.

“Okay, but let’s cuddle for just a bit longer.” And well, you can’t say no to that.

“Oh, we hate to see you two go,” you mom says as Jeonghan finishes putting your things into your car. “Visit soon, okay? And bring Jeonghan as well.”

“Yes Mom, I will.” You lean in to hug her.

“Thank you for allowing me to stay with you guys over break,” Jeonghan tells your mom and she pulls him into a hug as well.

“Thank you for being such a good guest. And for being such a good boyfriend to our Pumpkin. Visit soon, okay sweetheart?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan smiles at your mom.

“Bye-bye!” Your little brother says as he hugs your leg. You reach down and pick him up so you and Jeonghan can hug him in between you two. You press a kiss to his cheek.

“Bye, buddy. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Seen you soon!” You let him down and he runs off.

“Text me as soon as you get to your apartment.”

“I will. Okay, we really have to go.”

“I love you,” your mom says as she kisses your cheek.

“I love you too.” 

“Okay bye Pumpkin, bye Jeonghan.” You both wave before climbing into the car.

As you take off you reach over and grab Jeonghan’s hand. 

“Well it seems this was a successful trip,” Jeonghan says.

“Very,” you agree.

You not only got a boyfriend, but now you don’t ever have to tell your mom you lied to her to get on birth control. It’s really a win-win situation in your eyes.

You glance over at Jeonghan to see him already staring back at you. Yeah, it truly is a win.

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{The Disconnect & The Spiral}

(I realize this isn’t my usual content, but hear me out, the rekindled GF fixation is going hard rn)

- -As an avid fan of Gravity Falls and an even bigger fan of the tragic old man lore packed into the mystery trio, I honestly gotta say..

I refuse to believe this is the full story towards WHY Fiddleford and his wife had a whole blasted argument over…him forgetting to get her a Christmas present?? Upon reading this section, I can frankly say I had a similar reaction to Ford. The immediate sense of, ‘really? That’s it? Your family reunion was torn up over that?’

I mean- your husbands been gone for lord knows how long, your young son also hasn’t seen him in ages, and let’s be honest- with how much trauma the ole hillbilly is stacking up on a day to day through his adventuring with Ford, how often is he actually able to call home or write a letter with a sound mind?

It just doesn’t feel feasible that a man who started this journey so troubled and in yearning to return home to family would be so forgetful as to not scrimmage up not even a souvenir or postcard from Gravity Falls for his family. So what is it then? Perhaps he’s become so averse to everything in the small town he wouldn’t dare bring a trace of it home with him, or rather, he truly had forgotten some small one off promise he made. Perhaps he’s forgotten a lot by this point-

Because of lack of dates on a majority of his entries it’s a little difficult to put together a timeline of when Fiddleford finished his memory wipe gun and when he started using it. By all means he racked up a lot of memories he wished to forget in the beginning being as quote ‘weak minded’ as he is. But then of course we all know he becomes addicted to quite literally erasing every little inconvenience until of course the end result. The freedom of a clear mind outweighing all consequences for him.

Instead however I choose to believe these were the first persisting side effects of his machine. We know enough about it now to get the fair suggestion that even one use of the memory wipe gun can be more damaging than can truly be discerned, so seeing as he quite possibly has used it at least twice by now- both events he used them for being extensive (the shifty incident and the gremloblin incident cited in journal 3) I believe it only fair to assume this quoted argument he got into with Emma-May was hardly over one measly little present. True, we have no frame of this woman much less the rest of the family (minus what we get of Tate once he’s grown), but I am TRULY giving her the benefit of the doubt in believing her husbands mind has begun to scatter in ways he didn’t even realize. So much to the point that a fight possibly fueled by ‘it’s not just about the Christmas present, it’s about ————“ would truly confuse him

I say that in the kindest way, I love Fiddleford, truly he’s the most tragic character in my mind regarding this story, but the man’s self destruction and drift from his family had to have started somewhere. And just like any addiction that can tear a family apart, this one was definitely packing punches. I realize I don’t have much backing, and I’m really just rambling some nonsense, but Alex Hirsch just doesn’t feel like one to write a one off ‘oh by the way this silly reason is why Fidds is alone from his family for the holidays, something he clearly holds a deep fondness for’. Nah, that man is too cryptic for him to write something like that and for me to not overthink it <3

(But with all that said and done- dear god the snow globe cabin and the knitted six fingered gloves literally killed me- that hillbilly is such a damn sweetheart, it can almost make me ignore the doom that will befall him and the town <3!!)

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Fixer Upper

Part 29.5

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

part 29

part 30

A/N: I completely forgot to include the scene where Kurapika gives reader her gift, so I decided to do that and a little extra!

warnings: pussy eating, soft sex, cockwarming, semi-public sex, angst, Kurapika gets jealous really easy😭😭

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After watching movies with the group on Christmas night, Kurapika and (Name) headed upstairs. The blonde had been much too nervous to give her his gift in front of everyone, so instead he waited until they went to bed. He brought her to his room, looking at her shyly.

“(Name), I want to give you your gift now…” he said, a soft smile on his face. (Name) looked up as he sat her on his bed, watching as he reached for the top shelf on his closet.

He grabbed a black bag, his cheeks turning pink as he pulled out a little black box. “Here…”

Kurapika handed the box to her, his eyes soft. She gave him a glance before she opened. “Oh, Pika…”

Inside the box was a golden ring, with a ruby and sapphire shaped into a heart. It glittered and gleamed, making her jaw drop. “Kurapika Kurta, how expensive was this? You didn’t have t-“

Kurapika silenced her by taking the box, pulling the ring out. “I did have to. This ring represents us and our care for each other. You’re important to me, more important than you could ever know. I… want to be with you.”

She teared up, offering him her hand. Kurapika smiled, placing it on her pointer finger. “One day, I hope to put one on your ring finger and make you my wife. But for now, I hope that this is enough…”

Although the ring came with no guarantee of a label on their relationship, she knew for sure it was more than just friendship or friends with benefits.

“Pika… this isn’t a proposal, is it?”

Although (Name) loved him, they hadn’t even started dating or established a label to what they were, she wasn’t ready to marry him.

A proposal had been the plan his inebriated mind had thought of when he bought the ring at the mall nearly a month ago, but thankfully Kurapika came up with something different. Kurapika was sure he’d marry her one day, but he knew she might be scared off if he acted too quickly.

“N-no, it’s not a proposal, it’s just… a promise. I’m promising you that I’ll only have eyes for you, that you will be my one and only…”

She tried to smile, but could only stare at him. “… your one and only? And by that, you mean..?”

“Th-the one I want…”

He was getting nervous, and she didn’t want to push him. If he wasn’t ready to put a label on their love, that was okay for now. (Name) wasn’t very patient after all, but for him she was trying. “Okay, Kurapika. I’ll hold you to that.”

The ring was truly beautiful, and it made her feel a little nervous to think about how much it cost. She also wondered how exactly he knew her ring size, because it fit her perfectly.

“Do you… like it?”

He was blushing intensely, his face almost as red as his scarlet eyes. (Name) couldn’t help but giggle, cupping his cheeks. “I love it. It’s an amazing Christmas present.”

She peppered his cheeks in kisses, causing the blonde to melt with her touch. He was putty in her hands, she could kiss and touch him in whatever way she wanted, and it would make him beg for more.

“I love you, Kurapika…”

His cheek nestled against the palm of her hand as he took in all of her affection and love, letting her play with his hair. She only paused for a moment when he didn’t say it back, still feeling a little disappointed.

Kurapika made it up to her by laying his head on her lap, kissing her thighs. “Wanna… make you feel good. Please.”

It was a little surprising just how needy he’d gotten for her pussy with just having sex twice. Kurapika was already tugging her pants off, looking up with those hazy scarlet eyes. “Please?”

She giggled, opening her legs a little so he could see the wet spot forming on her panties. “Is this what you wanted, Pika?”

He breath hitched, and he could only lean forward to press a kiss on her panties, gently lapping at the juices seeping through. She whined softly as he opened her thighs further, sucking at her clit through the thin fabric of her underwear.

“Mmph, Pika, y-you can take them off-“

He wasn’t listening, his eyes closed as he tongued her hole through her panties, holding onto her thighs as he soaked them with his spit.

She whimpered, lightly tugging at his hair. It felt good, but with her hips bucking and the way she was wiggling to try and get his tongue inside of her, it was clear to Kurapika that his angel needed him.

He pushed her panties to the side, too needy to tug them off completely. His immediately went to her clit, giving it lick after lick before latching on, suckling softly as his fingers pumped in and out of her.

Kurapika could spend all day between her legs if she let him. The taste of her pussy was something he could become addicted to if he wasn’t careful.

Nearly an hour passed by, orgasm after orgasm being drawn out of her pretty pussy until she was pushing at his head. “T-too much!”

He glanced up at her for a second, rubbing soothing circles into her thighs. “Shh, you can take one more, be a good girl and behave for me.”

Kurapika sucked on the fat of her thighs, his fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt. “Almost there, just a little more angel.”

And with one final orgasm, he finally pulled his head away from her pussy, giving her thighs soft kisses. “There, that wasn’t so bad was it? Such a good girl for me…”

She was a panting mess, her thighs sticky and her forehead covered in sweat. He felt giddy, proud that he could make her feel so good.

“Let’s get some rest, (Name).”

He pulled her into his arms, tucking them both away under his comforter for some snuggles as they fell asleep.

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“So, are you in?”

Kurapika and (Name) glanced at each other. After being rudely awoken by Leorio bursting into Kurapika’s room. “No.”

Leorio scowled at Kurapika’s answer, walking over. “I wasn’t asking you, I was asking (Name).”

“No.”

“Pika, stop it.”

The blonde pouted, hiding his face away in (Name)’s face. “Ehem. Leorio, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I don’t know if I’d get a babysitter in time for the kids.”

“What about Dia? She loves you, I’m sure she would babysit them!”

“She’s also an adult and it’s on New Year’s.”

Leorio crossed his arms, pouting along with Kurapika. “Oh come on, you can at least ask her! How am I supposed to throw a New Year’s party without my sunshine?”

She smiled at the pet name, rolling her eyes. “Oh, don’t try to sweet talk me, Leorio. I’ll ask her, but if she says no-“

Kurapika wrapped his arms around her, his face squishing against her breasts. “I don’t want you going…”

She sighed, playing with his hair. “Kurapika… you’re such a brat. Why don’t you just come with me?”

“Because if I wanted to hang around a bunch of drunk college students, I would have went to college.”

(Name) patted his head. Leorio had invited her to his apartment for a New Year’s Eve party. He would be inviting some of his college friends, which consisted of only men that were in his major. Leorio wasn’t bad with women, but he also wasn’t great with them, (Name) being the only female friend he had.

“Oh? So you’re not going?”

“Yeah, and you’re not going either, (Name).”

On the night of New Year’s Eve, the mom van pulled up to Leorio’s apartment. Kurapika got out of the car, opening the door and helping (Name) out.

“So much for not coming, Pika,” she teased, watching as he buttoned up her coat. “And what is this about?”

“College students are perverts. Stay near me, and don’t take a drink from anyone.”

“Kurapika, I don’t think Leorio would be friends with any creeps.”

“You never know, (Name).”

She rolled her eyes, holding onto his hand as he helped her up the stairs. They were a little icy, so he kept a hold on her, watching her feet to make sure she didn’t slip.

“Damn it Leorio, he should have scraped these or… something.”

“Kurapika Kurta, you expect him to scrape the ice off of all these stairs just for me?”

“… I would have done it.”

She felt her cheeks warm up as a smile stretched across her face. “Oh? What a sweetheart.”

He melted under her praise, nearly slipping himself as she smiled at him so brightly. “Careful, you’ll trip!”

They waited outside Leorio’s apartment, huddled together for warmth. “Why the hell is he taking so long? Are you holding? Do you want my c-“

The door swung open, revealing Leorio. He was wearing the shirt Killua and Alluka got him for Christmas. “Hey there stud, how’s the party going?”

Leorio blushed at (Name)’s words, laughing nervously. “Well… it’s going.”

They walked in to see a few men sitting on the couch, some playing Magic the Gathering or watching TV. Kurapika snickered to himself. “I didn’t know all your friends were nerds, Leorio.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow in Kurapika’s direction. “Kurapika, I know you aren’t talking. Just a few days ago you went on a rant about history and how it’s been misrepresented in the media. These are your people.”

Kurapika huffed, crossing his arms. She had a point though, Kurapika wasn’t exactly the popular type, besides being handsome. Or pretty, some people seemed to assume he was a woman upon first meeting.

Speaking of…

“Hey, welcome ladies! I thought this party was going to be a total sausage-fest!”

Kurapika scowled, but was calmed down by a gentle caress from (Name). “Oh, Kurapika isn’t a girl. He’s my…”

She thought for a second, glancing at the blonde for a moment. What were they exactly?

“He’s my… date for the night.”

The hesitation in her voice was like a punch in the gut. Although he was the one that hadn’t put a label on anything, a part of him wish she would call him her boyfriend.

But he couldn’t even call her his girlfriend, so he couldn’t get upset.

“I see… well, come sit with us! We just started a new game.”

(Name) was placed between two men, who immediately began explaining the game to her, letting her look at their cards. She seemed to be having fun, but the men were a bit too friendly for Kurapika’s liking.

“(Name).”

He pushed one of the men out of the way, sitting down and pulling her into his lap. “Let me see your cards, maybe I can help.”

“Oh, yeah you’re really smart, I’m sure you can come up with some sort of strategy!”

Kurapika kept a protective arm around her body, his chin resting on her shoulder as he guided her through the game.

Eventually, the others left to grab some drinks from the kitchen, leaving the two alone.

Kurapika gently caressed her hip, his chin resting on her shoulder. “You know, I never thought I was the type to get jealous before I met you.”

She was confused on what he meant, until his hand slipped under her skirt, moving her panties to the side. “K-Kurapika, you can’t-“

Her face went hot when she felt him slip in, barely covering a moan with her hand. “Shh, angel… you don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?”

She panted softly, trying to wiggle and move her hips for some friction, but only earning a squeeze to her thigh. “Angel… calm yourself, shh…”

The others returned, and Leorio was the first to notice her flustered state. “(Name)? You alright? You look like you might be running a fever…”

He leaned over to feel her forehead, and Kurapika seemed to tighten his grip around her body. Leorio was touching her while Kurapika’s cock was nestled inside of her, it felt naughty!

“I-I’m fine! Just… just a little hot…”

Leorio nodded slowly, watching as the blonde flared at him darkly. “I’ll… get you a drink then.”

The game continued, and she was barely able to focus with him twitching inside of her wet heat. Kurapika wasn’t doing so hot either, having to bury his face in her shoulder to keep himself from groaning. He was acting a bit cocky, but inside, all he felt was pure bliss at being able to nestle his cock inside of her like this. She was so warm, and getting to be this intimate with her felt like a dream come true.

As the cock ticked closer to midnight, the blonde tugged a blanket over the two, allowing his hand to slip under her skirt and play with her pussy undetected.

The way her cunt squeezed around him from the pleasure he was giving her made him bite his lip. “Oh, angel…” he choked out.

Leorio glanced at the blonde, raising an eyebrow. “Did you say something, Kurapika?”

The blonde’s cheeks turned bright red, and he stuttered out a quick reply. “N-no… just… just yawned. It’s getting pretty late.”

The taller man knew something fishy was going on, but decided to let it go to spare (Name) any embarrassment. “Yeah… it’s almost midnight.”

As the clock continued to tick forward, the two could feel themselves reaching their limit. Kurapika’s assault on her clit was making the poor girl writhe in his lap, only spurring him on to move his fingers faster. “Are you close, angel?”

His hushed words made her back arch, the feeling of his warm breath on her neck enough to make her pussy clench around him. “S.. so close…”

“Me too…”

(Name) nearly yelped when he lifted her hips and brought her back down on his cock. “P-Pika, they’ll see..!”

“Let them see, then they’ll know who you belong to.”

She felt her face get hot. Kurapika said he had gotten jealous, but she didn’t know how badly it had affected him. The way he fucked into her made her see stars and she was barely able to keep the blanket over them.

Thankfully, the others were either too drunk or two focused on the countdown to care. Even Leorio was busy, laughing as he chatted with one of the men there.

It was nearly midnight, and the countdown had started. She felt his cock slam into her, unable to take it. Thankfully, he was able to pull her in for a kiss just as she let out a whiny moan, muffling her sounds with his lips.

When the clock struck midnight, the two came together, their bodies trembling as Kurapika continued to ride his eyes, filling her wet cunt with his seed.

“And it’s midnight! Ooo, looks like someone got their New Years kiss!”

The two were too spent to even respond to Leorio, just resting in each other’s arms as they recovered from their orgasms.

“Are you alright, angel? Can I get you anything?” Kurapika asked, cupping her cheek gently.

“Don’t think you could… would make a mess…”

He blushed, realizing that if he did get up, his cum might leak everywhere.

For some reason, that made him more uneasy than embarrassed. He placed a hand over her chubby tummy, rubbing it lightly as he imagined his seed taking root in her womb. He was thinking of it again, creating a family, the new Kurta clan through her.

As the other party goers left to go home, Kurapika rested his chin on her shoulder, continuing his soft rubbing motion. Would he ever be able to settle down with her, have a family? What about his revenge? His clan?

His anger?

He never wanted to let his anger and hatred slip away, and deep inside of him, he knew that because of this, he would never be able to give (Name) the life she deserved as long as he held onto it.

It was selfish of him, really, to hold onto her like this when he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep her forever. He wanted it, desperately, with his entire being, but some old dogs can’t learn new tricks.

(Name) seemed so content, resting her head on his chest as she dozed off. She was cute like this really, when she trusted him with her body, with her life. Human beings were such fragile creatures really, with such short lives.

Was he wasting hers by being selfish? Right now, she could be in the arms of someone that would give her the world and more, that would give up anything and everything to stay by her side.

And yet here he was, holding onto her for dear life, tears trailing down his cheeks as he placed shaky kissed into her temple and cheeks.

‘I love you… I love you so much, I’m so sorry… everything I’ve loved, I’ve lost. I…’

He gently brushed some of her hair from her face, gently rocking her in his arms. “Goodnight, (Name).”

Kurapika laid down with her, his cock being kept warm inside of her.

“Sweet dreams, my angel.”

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Vantage Point | Chapter 10

Status: Ongoing

Pair: Mingyu x f.reader

Genre: College au. BFFs to FWB trope. Fluff, Humor, Angst, Smut [chapters with smut will be indicated and will contain the necessary warnings]

Summary: Pulling off the “No Strings Attached” arrangement with his best-friend-turned-best-friend-with-benefits was easy, but when a new condition is added onto the mix, Mingyu didn’t realise just how much he held onto you when you finally let go.

Chapter Warnings: mentions of oral sex

WC: 1.4k

Author’s Note: just your normal bestie conversations. Ten chapters in already answered still so so much to happen. This series is a long one 😉

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“Stop that,” your best friend scolds.

“What?”

“That. The pacing back and forth, checking out the window, pace back and forth, checking out the window again…”

“Oh. Sorry,” you lower your head down, and face the window again, trying to stay in one spot instead. Slowly, your hands find each other and in no time, your fingers are fidgeting and you start to gently bounce on the balls of your feet just looking at your street covered in all white. Another day stranded in the storm means another day cooped up in your apartment with your best friend.

Soon enough, heavy hands are felt on your shoulder as you’re being turned away from the view out the window and onto a face with the most accurate puppy dog eyes, “Cam, what’s wrong?” There’s a look of worry in Mingyu’s eyes as it scans over you, “we’re going to be fine, we’ve had worse snow storms.”

“No, it’s not that,” you sigh, “I just… can it stop already? We have to go soon.”

Mingyu tilts his head at your statement, a questioning look on his face, “but you were the one who said we should avoid the roads first?”

“Yeah but… I thought it would be over by now. We have to leave soon, Gyu!!!” You sulk.

“What’s with the sudden rush?”

“Because you need to be home,” you sigh in defeat, “you should’ve been home a while back if I wasn’t being a crap best friend.”

Mingyu mimics your sigh as he’s hit with the realization of your worries and he pulls you in against his chest, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, “Oh Cam…”

You groan before sticking your chin up and looking at him with a full pout, “I’m sorry…”

“You don’t need to apologize, this isn’t your fault.”

“It is! You could’ve gone home as soon as the term was over but you decided to stay and make amends with dramatic me and now you’re stuck in the city in the middle of a snow storm and Christmas is three days away,” you rambled so fast that if it had been someone else listening, they wouldn’t understand you. “I’m sorry Gyu, I know you really wanted to be home and spend time with family.”

Your best friend looks down at you, pats your head and simply smiles, “Like I said, stop apologizing. I’m not blaming you. Staying a few more days was my decision and I don’t regret it. I would’ve had a terrible Christmas if I knew I wasn’t on good terms with my best friend. And we still have a few more days okay, we’ll make it home, have faith. And you know what, even if we don’t make it, then we’ll make do! I know mom’s cheesecake recipe”

That was the thing about Mingyu, he’s always the most positive person in the room, and in your life, if you’re being honest. He could brighten up every situation while still being sensitive enough to everyone's feelings. He’s optimistic and always knows what to say to cheer you up.

“Hey, don’t give me that face,” he scolds as he looks at the pout still etched on your face, “stop feeling bad. Please? You know if I was really upset about all this, I’d be honest with you and tell you but I’m really not. It’s gonna be okay, yeah?”

Mingyu waited for your answer and at this point in time, if there was one thing left to hold onto, it would be your best friend’s hope. You nod slowly and offer him a smile before kissing his cheek, your usual way of saying thanks, which he knew.

“Now, cmon. Let’s make breakfast, don’t think I haven’t noticed the quiet grumble your stomach is making.”

“Okay, what about her?” You flash your phone in front of Mingyu as you both sit on your couch.

“Rina? Never.”

“Really??? Not even a kiss?!” You gasp in shock.

“Nope, we’re only on hi-hello terms.”

“Noooo way! You know she has a big fat crush on you?”

“I’ve been told.”

“And? You can’t even give her time of day? She seems nice.”

The conversation on ‘how far have you gone with x person’ was a usual one you had with Mingyu, and now that he’s known you were a virgin until two weeks ago, he’s indulged you with naming more people than he did. Right now, as you both stayed warm in your living room with a cup of hot chocolate, seemed to be the perfect time to play the game again.

“Ehh, not my type,” Mingyu shrugs, “besides, Soonyoung told me she doesn’t like dogs.”

“How does Soonie even know— you know what, nevermind, point taken. She has to love dogs. Okay next,” you scroll through your Instagram feed to find more girls from your university.

“Hey, no. My turn. Him,” Mingyu shows you a photo from his phone and immediately, you’re rolling your eyes in annoyance and shoving him playfully.

“Stop that!” The whiny tone in your voice only makes Mingyu laugh boisterously. He defends himself by saying he really just wanted to ask but you know your best friend and it’s almost too easy to tell when mischief lies behind his eyes.

“What?”

“Pretending like you don’t know I have history with him!”

A dramatic gasp emanates from Mingyu, complete with a hand on his mouth, “you have history with James?!”

“Gyu!” You laugh but the deathly squint you throw at him is unmissable.

“Oh come oooon, Cam! Don’t you think it’s high time I finally know what really went down with you two? What happened to ‘I’ll tell you everything soon’?”

If there were two things in this world Mingyu has learned to perfect, it was his pout and the sad doe eyes, although the latter is already a given thanks to the puppy DNA that flowed through his veins. And right now, he’s taking full advantage of the fact that you can’t resist the way his lower lip juts out.

“Okay, fiiiiiine,” you concede and Mingyu’s already crossing his legs and giving you his full attention, ready to hear the story. Boys, you thought, they love to gossip just as much as girls do.

“Well we went on several dates after I broke things off—“

“With Dae,” Mingyu interrupts, “yeah. yeah I know that part. So??? What else?”

“Well,” a pause and you study his face, making sure now was the right time to divulge this information to him, “when we decided it wasn’t the right time for either of us to take things to the next step, we also realised that the fun didn’t really have to stop.”

If CGI effects were something you could see in real life, there would be multiple question marks flying around Mingyu’s head right now. “And fun means what exactly?”

You take a deep breath, thinking about not saying anything anymore and then thinking, what the heck! Your best friend literally knows everything about you and has seen all of you, why is this suddenly the one last thing kept secret from him?? You don’t know either.

“Right before he’d go to basketball practice and I’d go home, I’d suck him off in his car and he’d return the favor.” Your best friend’s jaw simply falls slack. “It didn’t happen every practice, okay. But it happened a lot. Until of course I got really busy, he started to get back on the dating scene and eventually got with that Finance major. It just ran its course, I guess.”

“But you two never had sex?!” Mingyu questions in disbelief.

“Nope. I don’t know. Neither of us never really tried to reach that point either. No forcing anyone with anything, ya know? We’re still good friends. Fun while it lasted, helped me get over Dae and well… perfect the skill and practice the gag reflex.”

“You are crazy! I can’t believe you hid this from me!”

You scoff, “You were too preoccupied with Claudia! Whom by the way, still thinks I was fucking you while you two were together.”

“She was wrong then, but she’s right now,” the man across you wiggles his eyebrows playfully, “So am I the only one who knows this?”

“Mmm… second. Wonwoo always knew,” you shrug and Mingyu gasps in offense yet again, “BEFORE you start with your dramatics, I didn’t tell him okay. You know he’s in the same year as James and they had a couple classes together and James accidentally slipped with him. There just was no point denying anymore when Wonwoo asked me.”

Your best friend nods skeptically, “So I’m still the first one you told?”

“Yes, Gyu. You always are.”

A satisfied grin graces his lips and he throws you a wink, hands suddenly pulling your leg over his lap, “so about that skill… care to show me just how much you’ve perfected it?”

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Fics With Titles That Start With F (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

Failure by Design (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: Being friends with benefits doesn’t work, the movies and media showing that they always fall in love. After starting their friends with benefits arrangement, Dan and Phil are expecting to fall in love, but they aren’t disappointed when it doesn’t happen. They are content, and that’s all that matters.

Falling for You (ao3) - brightblackholes

Summary: Based on the prompt “You found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and i don’t want to tell you i was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and i don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when i’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life”

family - phillestatos

Summary: When Dan met Phil, she never thought an eighteen-year-old boy could change his son’s life in that way and how he could become family to her. Or, a reflexion of Dan and Phil’s relationship through the years in Phil’s mum point of view.

family (found) (ao3) - huphilpuffs

Summary: Dan reflects on his friendship with Martyn.

Family matters (ao3) - chiridotalaevis

Summary: Being around the Lesters always causes mixed feelings in Dan.

family reunions and hurt feelings (ao3) - counting2fifteen

Summary: Just because you're family doesn't mean you always get along.

OR:

Adrian brings his new girlfriend to Easter dinner, and Dan doesn't like her.

Family's What You Make Of It (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrayne)

Summary: It starts when Dan stumbles through the door of his two bedroom flat with an attractive stranger attached to his mouth, and it ends with, well… a family. Or, the one where Dan is a single father of a three year old, who intends for Phil to be nothing more than a one night stand until he see’s him interact with his daughter for the first time.

Famous Last Words (ao3) - whalefairyfandom12

Summary: In a world where the last words your soulmate will say to you are written on your wrist, fearful and introverted Phil works in a bookstore. His greatest fear? The words counting down the seconds until he meet his soulmate, someone called ‘Dan.’ But it isn’t until he befriends a university student that he nicknames ‘Bear’ that Phil realizes that surviving through fear isn’t the same as living.

Fan Letters (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: While bored in quarantine Phil (with the help of Dan) decides to go through some fan letters from a decade ago. Finding a piece of history he didn't know he'd ever lost.

familiar perspectives (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Kath twinkles in Dan’s direction, and he knows she’s been watching his hands move across the puzzle. “Is he, now? Shame you’re stuck with him, then.”

(scenes from the isle, oct ‘21.)

Feel Good Inc. - melancholymango

Summary: Dan is your local sexually ambiguous religious boy. Phil is your local bad boy that sleeps with anyone that’ll have him and sins as if second nature. Then there’s also the poor original character that gets caught between them and their ridiculous amount of sexual tension. Threesomes, eh?

Finally (ao3) - thatsthephan

Summary: an engagement/marriage Dan and Phil AU:)

Finally, Christmas With You (ao3) - lazyfic

Summary: Phil wakes up horny Christmas morning and finally has Dan with him to take care of it.

Find Your Own Freedom (and Live Life on Your Terms) (ao3) - thoughtfullightcollection

Summary: Phil’s inclusion in Dan’s video, his supportive retweet of the link to it, had exposed Phil as much as it had Dan. They’d known it would, had planned it together, taken this step together, as they did every big decision they made.

Fire and Petrol (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: There’s a Halloween Gathering in London, Phil will be down there tomorrow. It’ll be the first time they’ve seen each other since Dan was up north for three days and Phil’s entire world flipped on its side.

A fic about eager unsureness and sharpie.

Fire meet gasoline (ao3) - LiterallyAmazingPhan

Summary: This is a story about love and loss. It’s about when light reaches the darkness and swallows it whole. It’s about touching fire and letting it burn through you; about falling in too far and not finding your way back out. It’s about setting yourself on fire and watching as you burn alive.

first night away (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: dan and phil enjoy each other on their first night away. (inspired by their late night instastories.)

first things first (ao3) - yoongioss

Summary: Dan knows that sex doesn’t need to happen for a relationship to be real, to be alive, and to be wholesome. But, he wants to settle his urges and his ideas and they’re only for Phil.

He is all for Phil.

First to Listen (To Anything I Said) (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: It's 2004, and Dan Howell is screwing up in school. He can't help that he's stuck in boring classes with boring people and just doesn't care. So when Phil Lester, one of the geekiest kids in school, is assigned to be his tutor, he's expecting this to just be another crappy part of his already crappy life.

But when it turns out Phil might be Dan's first real friend, his hormones threaten to screw all that up. Because that's all it is, right? Hormones?

Flagged - littlephanfics

Summary: Phil works as an Internet security officer whose job is to read flagged emails and send out warnings for a magazine company. Little did he know, he’s about to get hooked on emails from a certain someone. Based loosely on Rainbow Rowell’s Attachments.

Flatmates (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: oh my god they were flatmates / the fuckboy!phil au we all deserve

Fools - mairieuxes

Summary: Dan Howell likes to pretend someone he isn’t. But then Phil Lester comes along and suddenly he feels like a wilted flower after a rain shower.

For Better Or For Worse (ao3) - Junebug1312

Summary: Dan thinks he might not be entirely straight. Will a Porn Challenge video clear things up for him?

Frat Boy Fuck (ao3) - philcantwerk

Summary: dan and phil are both cocky frat boys that love beer almost as much as they love each other. dan, drunk and horny, challenges phil to a game of beer pong: whoever wins, tops. may the games begin

freak (ao3) - bloodyscarab

Summary: i'm a freak, yeah i know,

know you like to hear me say it

freak by shygirl

Friday Afternoon - cafephan

Summary: At the same time for the last month or so, Dan and Phil have made a habit of ‘meeting’ in the private bathroom. But one day, they are caught in the act by an unexpected visitor, and must find a way to get out of the inevitable interrogation and following consequences.

Fuck The Past (Dan vs Phil vs Daniel) (ao3) - phandomsub

Summary: Daniel and Phil decide to mess around with a book of spells for their new video. It’s all just a good laugh, until they somehow end up transporting 18-year-old Dan from 2009 into 2017. The only logical solution is: threesome.

Fuck Your Cereal (ao3) - cyanica

Summary: Four times Dan got justice for his cereal, and one time where Phil won their prank war using a person's certain first video... that's still on the internet for some reason.

Full Northern (ao3) - Spiteful_Letters

Summary: In this universe, Dan never meets Phil and he goes on to become a successful, pretentious actor. Meanwhile Phil carries on with his YouTube career, though he cant shake the feeling that something is missing.

When Dan falls on hard times he is forced to upheave his life and move to Manchester where he meets the quirky yet irritating 'AmazingPhil' and they begin filming videos together to make ends meet. Can he overcome his snobbish prejudices against YouTube and learn the error of his ways? Will he fall for Phil in the process? Read on to find out!

Full of Words I Don’t Know How to Say (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: Snuggles, sex, and big feelings.

Fun With Nail Polish (ao3) - Cadensaurus

Summary: In which Dan paints his and Phil's nails and Phil is a kinky little shit

[gurugirl]

I’ve been going through this for almost a year now and idk if i’m just being dramatic or something I should report to HR or the police. Here’s goes:

I’ve been working at my job for almost 2 years now and 1yr ago we had a new hire. I talked with him the first day and he kinda just felt off? Like I had a weird vibe about him but I didn’t know him so I didnt wanna judge him so quickly. Our first interaction was mostly him asking me where I’m from and trying to get to know me. Anyways I kept my distance from him but he became close friends with my work crush.. who I also was best friends with

It became kinda awkward because anytime I was around that guy he made me feel uncomfortable so I started being distant from my work crush as well. My work crush liked me too and we were kinda in a friends with benefits relationship which is where this all gets bad.

The guy ends up finding out because my work crush would usually drive me home and one day I had company over so we did our #business🫡 in the car. And he was following behind us in his car and saw

Then we had a break from work, about 2 weeks for Christmas/New Years and that’s when I found out that he’s been stalking me. He’ll sit in his car outside my house for about 5 mins during the day and then around 2-3am he’ll come back and stay there for an hour. I noticed because he has a really loud car engine so I started looking into ring cameras. Then when I came back from the break he randomly told me how my brother is really tall? which confused me because my brother only visited me during the holidays and i haven’t seen him all year which confirmed that was his car watching me. So I got ring cameras and I still see his car everyday around 2-3am watching me.

Then my work crush left to finish college. So I started taking the bus again. And He would wait in the parking lot after work to try and get me in his car even after I repeatedly told him no. When I come into work he’ll try forcing himself on me for hugs or trying to hold my hand and when I tell him to stop he’ll get mad and start calling me names. Or shove/push me, trip me, etc. 

But one day I was stuck and it was raining and he “just happened to be in my area” and offered me a ride which I felt like I shouldn’t but did anyway.. He explained to me how he liked me since the first day we met and how he stays awake at night thinking of me. How i’m so important to him that he’ll drop/leave anyone to spend time with me. How many times he’ll count the times he sees my name in one day.. and then talks about how he loves how “innocent” I look. Which made me uncomfortable I’m 21 but I do look and sound really young that people always think i’m around 15-16 and he’s older than me.

Anyways throughout that car ride he talked about the weapons he has in his house and how he thought about using them on my work crush. asking what I see in him and if we’re dating. Then he told me about how many times he thought about kidnapping me.. and then when I finally got to my house and he kept stalling to let me leave the car and i panicked because the door wasn’t opening he just laughed and said how “todays not the day don’t worry” and I went home and cried. Then I realized that I never even had to tell him my address which shows he does stalk me.

idk if i’m being dramatic because after every weird encounter he’ll brush it off and tell me “i’m just kidding, you have to relax” I even talked with my work crush about how he makes me uncomfortable since they’re friends and he said that he knows he likes me and he’ll talk to him about giving me space. then once i told my work crush about how he’s being more mean. Like this once time he grabbed on me and bruised my arm bc I wasn’t talking to him and my work crush just said to “try and be patient bc he wasn’t having a good day” I started not like him after that because idk how to take the fact that he could be friends with someone like that and make excuses for him.

I did talk with my supervisor about it but not in depth and she said that she’ll make sure we’re in separate spaces but he still always follows me like I physically feel like i can’t breathe because every time i’m going somewhere he’s there or right behind me always trying to talk with me. And i try to be friendly bc if i don’t he starts getting aggressive. And he’ll tell me how talking with me and seeing me is the only thing that makes him happy. So I started ignoring him more and I don’t care about being nice to him anymore and now he’s playing victim and saying how he feels like end!ng his life because i’m ignoring him..

there’s a lot more but sorry for the long rant. It’s been ongoing and idk what to do because he’s friends with my friends and if I do something about it then everyone’s going to blame me and think I was overreacting. I’ve talked with multiple people but no one thinks it’s that serious. So now idk what to think.

First of all I just need to say I’m surprised no one is taking your account of this seriously. If you have a ring camera you can like record with that right? So you’d have proof to anyone doubting you that the man is crazy enough to be sitting outside of your house at 2 am just to look at your house. Also his words “today’s not the day don’t worry” are creepy af and I’m terrified for you.

He’s also trying to gaslight you by telling you he’s joking to make you feel like you’re being silly or something but he’s proven he’s not joking already. This man is dangerous.

Is the job one you need to keep or do you think you can quit and go somewhere else? But then there’s the fact that he knows where you live. Do you live with your parents or roommates? Tell whoever you live with about this man and tell them in detail how he’s threatened you and make it clear that you’re scared of him.

I do think you should go to HR but your boss’s response is concerning but maybe tell them again with more details and proof if you have it. Please get as much proof as you can bc, even in 2024 women are brushed off as being dramatic and attention seeking which is why men get away with horrific things (it’s happened to me even and I’m not going into detail here but let’s just say the guy barely got a slap on the wrist while I still have the occasional nightmare almost a decade later).

HR could be helpful but it depends on your work environment. Would you trust them? Once I went to hr about our company’s IT guy (this was some years ago) and showed them emails he sent me - super inappropriate and clearly making lewd comments about me that escalated to him texting me on the weekends and I lost my job two weeks later for “over staffing” while that IT guy works at that company still to this day. He never did the kinds of things that you’re describing tho so I never heard from him again once I was fired.

I’m not saying that to scare you, just to inform you that you may need to look elsewhere for support. Maybe even the police would be helpful in this situation but they’ll want proof.

Babe… I’m worried about this situation and it’s bringing up all kinds of scary feelings in my gut and you’re going to be your best advocate. Buy pepper spray or something, anything to defend yourself. Take self defense classes and learn how to fight back. Tell everyone you can about this guy and tell them his name anything you can about him (if you have his address, what kind of car he drives, etc).

Please don’t let your guard down around him. You’re right to be scared. Listen to your gut. Please please be safe and look for any back up you can for rides to and from work if the bus isn’t running. Never get back into that car with him again.

Xoxo

[iceddecafcaramel]

12/25/2023

I can't believe it's already Christmas day. I don't even know what to start writing about first because there are so many thoughts in my mind.

This week, we spent so much time together. We had dinner together, baked banana bread, went to go see Christmas lights, lunch, and lots and lots of sex. The more time I spend with you, I just get so confused because I thought we were just friends with benefits. Do friends with benefits hold hands in public? Do they give forehead kisses to each other? I'm just so confused because I feel like this is everything we used to do when we were dating. Why are we doing the same things we used to do when we were a couple? And hearing that me going on a date made you jealous shattered me. Because I would have chosen you if I had the option to- without a question. And I still would. But I don't want to fall for you again if you aren't sure about being with me. It hurt so much to know that you think that your ex is the one that got away. It hurts knowing that you were and still are so sure that she was "the one" for you. It hurts that everything you do makes me fall in love with you even more. I hate feeling hopeful and believing that maybe this time, you'd give us a chance.

Why am I so desperately hoping that what your roommate told me was true, and that you still liked me? I laugh because you’re so clueless about guessing what hurts me, when what hurts me the most is you. I know you don't mean to but you're sending me mixed signals. I always toughen up when I talk to my friends about my feelings for you, and how I don't have them, but these few days have proven otherwise. As soon as I’m alone with myself, I can’t help but feel that sharp pierce of grieving; grieving for what could’ve been. And when I do, it physically hurt my heart so much. But who am I kidding? I am still in love with you. I love supporting you and believing that I make your life better. I would do anything for you and it's so dumb. I hate how much I still want to be yours.

I’m choosing choices that benefit you more than me without even second-guessing it. I'm on autopilot when I put you first each time. And I hate that because it's such a tell-tale sign that I have feelings. Why do I like him so much that what I prioritize wouldn’t ever matter more than him?

I’m scared to talk to him about what I heard from his roommate but just like last time, I am almost certain that knowing how he really feels would shatter me. Do you ever wonder what life with me would've been like? I hate that I think about it every day.

Fix You by Coldplay: "when you're too in love to let it go" That Way by Tate McRae: "friends don't look at friends that way"

[radiant-reid]

Something New

Summary: When his friend with benefits needs a date, Spencer agrees to play along before their relationship dramatically changes when she needs him emotionally.

Hi! Could you make a fic ab spencer & reader being fwb and reader needs a date to something important so she takes spencer w her and they have a cute lil moment after the event? can you do a fic inspired by “nothing new” by taylor swift

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Content Warning: smutty (like R18 level) | Implied homophobia | Alcohol consumption | Mommy issues | Internalized misogyny This didn't start out as sad, but it kind of is

Word Count: 5.4k

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"Fuck!" Y/n groaned in a far different tone than the one she had been using for the previous 15 minutes. She threw her head back at the sudden interruption of her moment of pleasure, irritated beyond belief.

Of course, as soon as Spencer's dick was in her, the phone just had to ring. Could a call really be so important that it had to disrupt the first alone time they'd had together in a week?

Sex on cases was strictly forbidden unless one of them desperately needed it, which resulted in an endless amount of ridiculing from the other. Plus, when their friends with benefits relationship only existed in DC, they could escape with less teasing from the team. No one could really prove it, but they knew there was something between them. Four months and they couldn't find anything more than circumstantial evidence.

"Really? Do you have to take it?" Spencer complained, looking up at her with pleading eyes, so his whole throat was on display. Always such a whore. It was also why he kept his fingers wrapped around her thighs, purposefully drawing her attention to the veins that became more prominent when he tensed them.

Y/n gave him a knowing look, tipping her head to the side. "In our line of work, we have to." She answered with what he already knew.

"Phones are the ultimate mood killer," Spencer grumbled, holding her by the hips to raise her off his lap.

Completely naked, Y/n walked across his bedroom to the bedside table where her phone sat. Usually, it was somewhere on the floor or still in her pants pocket.

She groaned even louder when she read the caller ID. "It's my mother." She announced, spinning back around to face Spencer. He had already stood up and was pulling his pants and boxer shorts back up.

"Now that is the ultimate mood killer." He corrected his previous with a chuckle.

"Worse than serial murder?" She asked, flashing him an amused grin.

Spencer huffed out a laugh. "From what you've told me, maybe." None of it was things she'd told him exclusively. They weren't, by any means, that close. It was stories she'd told the team when it was her turn to vent about her family.

"Be quiet," Y/n instructed, answering the call. The absolute last thing her mom needed to know was that she had a fuck buddy and not a boyfriend she could marry and have children with. "Hi, mom." She said into the phone, instinctively plastering on a fake smile.

Spencer found more amusement in not listening to her first instruction, walking up behind her. He placed his hands over her boobs, squeezing gently as he placed wet kisses on her neck.

It was far too hard to think when he did that, so she had to shove him off before replying. "You're coming to DC this week?" She repeated, making sure she didn't mishear. Even though she was hoping she did. "I can't say I'll be here and not out on a case." She rolled her eyes at the reply. "You really don't have to extend your trip here all week so you can see me." She was more or less pleading. "I can see you when I'm back near you." Or Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or the year 2050. "Yeah, I know I didn't come last time... Okay, I'm sure I'll be here Saturday night." That gave her five days to prepare. Not nearly enough time. "Yeah, just text me where and when... Okay, love you too, bye."

By the time she hung up the phone, Spencer couldn't stop his laughing. "Sounds like a fun weekend."

"Fuck you, Reid." She replied, throwing him an annoyed look over her shoulder before searching for her clothes.

"Yes, please, that's why you came here, wasn't it?" He asked, leaning his weight against the door frame.

Y/n briefly frowned at him, looking down at his pants. "Dude, you just got dressed."

"It felt inappropriate for you to be talking to your mom while I was naked." Spencer justified, placing his hands on her waist. It always made her skin break out in goosebumps and elicited a low chuckle, then a smirk from him at the effect he had on her.

She gestured to her own body, seeing the flaw in his logic. "I am very naked."

As always, Spencer had a good rebuttal. "And I wouldn't have it any other way." His finger began to circle over the skin on her lower stomach, making her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

Y/n's hands trailed down to his pants, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him seductively. "I thought phones were the ultimate mood killer?" She challenged, tracing over the very apparent bulge.

"I don't think anything could turn me off right now," Spencer admitted, letting his head hang back as he closed his eyes. "Not even talking about your mom."

She quickly took her hands off his body. "Ew, that is just an indescribable amount of disgusting."

"Okay, okay, sorry." Spencer apologized, using his grip on her waist to push her backward until her calves hit the bed frame and she landed on the mattress.

~

"I am this close to throwing my phone out the window." Y/n declared, illustrating her threat to the technology by putting her index finger and thumb together until they were almost touching. The phone in question was still buzzing on her desk, something she was trying desperately to ignore.

It was Thursday, aka two days until the dreaded day, and she could not be less thrilled. The dress she intended to wear was hanging in her closet, taunting her every time she opened the door.

"No! Don't you dare do that to the tech." Penelope quickly threatened although it came out more like a plea, clearly unaware of the frustrating content of the messages.

The five of them- Y/n, JJ, Emily, Morgan, and Spencer- were sitting in the bullpen, trying to find a will to do their paperwork. And, of course, Penelope was there for moral support.

"Who is it?" Emily asked, figuring she was ready to share because anything was more interesting than paperwork days.

Her question went ignored by Morgan's observation. "I bet," He started, rocking back in his seat and drawing out a pause for dramatic effect. The smirk he wore was a clear sign he was about to say something ridiculous. "You've got a boyfriend."

That really made her chuckle. "You, Derek Morgan, are a terrible profiler." She informed him, glancing at her phone before promptly putting it back down. Morgan put his hand over the right side of his chest like his heart had been injured.

"Also, for future reference and general anatomy knowledge, your heart is on your left side, dumbass," Spencer mumbled, immediately having to duck when Morgan threatened to mess up his hair. He looked extra incredible that particular Thursday if she could say so herself. Which was a gray area. As daring as ever, Spencer flashed her a wink.

"Okay, not a boyfriend," JJ repeated, determined to test out her own profiling skills to one-up Morgan. Carefully, she eyed Y/n for any tell she might have had. "Your mom." She guessed.

Y/n pointed to her in affirmation. "Bingo." JJ grinned at the win, gloating to Morgan.

Having felt the same thing more than once in her life, Emily knew what the matter was. "You have to go see her, don't you?"

"Time and time again, we're learning the ladies of the BAU are far better profilers," Y/n said, informing her she was right.

"Oh, I want to take a turn at this," Spencer announced, smirking all for her to see. She gave him a, don't you dare, look which he firmly ignored. "You're not going home because she's coming to DC, and you're seeing her this Saturday... night." He was definitely attempting to act like he hadn't heard the very conversation he was profiling had occurred.

The rest of the team shared suspicious glances at how Y/n looked like she was about to slap him. They could guess, but they didn't know how Spencer knew the inner details of her life. As usual, the pair were far too in their own world to notice.

Penelope's voice snapped them out of it. "So, what exactly is the issue?"

"Oh, right, that." She was so close to having forgotten about it. "Well, I grossly underestimated what having dinner with her would look like. Now it's a gala with every friend she has and their kids, and I really don't want to go." She explained the details of the hundred text messages before adding on the worst part. "And I need a date."

Everyone wore the same sympathetic smiles. "I could come with you." Emily jokingly suggested.

"Yeah, she'd love that," Y/n replied sarcastically, picking up her phone to read the rest of the messages. "What's sad is that there isn't a single guy in DC who would actually date me." That earnt her a round of laughs at the depressing status of her love life.

"I know someone you could take," Morgan suggested, smirking with the same smirk he had before. She raised her eyebrows to warn him of what would happen if he said something dumb. Still, he continued. "Pretty Boy."

It wasn't an outrageous suggestion to the team. If anything, it was logical, but the looks on Y/n and Spencer's faces were filled with shock. She knew taking him would be dangerous, not only because she would want to jump his bones-he looked good in a suit- but because he could also be annoying and a wild card.

The four of them seemed to be desperately waiting on an answer. "So, got anything green?" She asked, half-jokingly so it wouldn't be awkward when he shut her down.

"I don't appreciate you pimping me out, Morgan," Spencer sounded, swinging his chair around to glare at his friend. "However, my time isn't free." His smug smirk shouldn't have been as attractive as she found it.

Y/n wasn't sure whether she had a better alternative. At least he was a doctor, which would earn her points with her mom. "What do you want?" She wondered, eyeing him carefully while she weighed up her options.

Instead of announcing it in front of the team, Spencer got up, cupping a hand around Y/n's ear to whisper to her. When she heard what he said, she was thankful he didn't say it aloud.

"Blow jobs, every day for a month," Spencer whispered, voice husky with his breath tickling her skin. Even just hearing him whisper something like that made a shiver run through her. The blush on her cheeks was enough for the team to realize something R18 was going on.

She tipped her head to the side, asking him if he was actually serious. Pulling him down by the tie, she took her turn to whisper into his ear. "You realize that's prostitution on my part?"

Spencer turned his head, their faces so close she could taste the lingering coffee on his tongue. Once he'd stared into her eyes for far longer than was appropriate for friends, he moved her head to the side. Quickly, his voice was in her ear again. "Is it, though? When you would do it anyway?" He challenged smugly.

God, she hated him for what he could effortlessly make her feel. She turned to Penelope to make sure there really wasn't another option. "Are you sure we don't have a case?"

The blonde shrugged. "Sorry, hon."

Sighing, she turned back to look at the only person in the world that she wanted to slap as well as makeout with. "One week." She offered, loud enough the team could hear it.

Scoffing, Spencer came up with a counteroffer. "Three weeks."

"Two and a half." Y/n proposed, holding out a hand to shake his. Spencer happily accepted it, wearing a shit-eating grin like he'd won the lottery.

The rest of the team shared equally confused looks. "Should I?" Emily asked them, unsure if she wanted to know what the deal was.

JJ shook her head, going back to the file in front of her. "I'd rather not know."

~

Upholding his end on the deal, Spencer knocked on her apartment door just before 6 that Saturday night. His eyes roamed over her figure for a moment. "Good evening, sweetheart." He greeted her sarcastically, stepping inside without being invited.

The pet name wasn't something she'd heard pass his lips, but it sounded nice. Whoever he eventually ended up with as a partner was lucky.

The suit he was wearing wasn't something she'd seen. A green suit jacket and pants with a white shirt, light brown tie, and matching in color leather loafers. The green of his suit matched the satin of her dress. If neither of them argued, they'd look like a perfect couple.

"Good news, we have a case." He announced.

Instant relief flooded her face, and she victoriously threw her hands up in the air. It wasn't the correct reaction to have to the news of a new case because it meant someone had died. "Yes, yes, yes!" She cheered, already getting out her phone to dial her mom's number.

"There's actually not. I was just joking." Spencer retracted, wearing his proudest, most smug smirk.

Y/n spun back to look at him, her mouth dropping open as she resisted the urge to slap the arrogance off his face. She didn't know what words could adequately summarize how irritating he was. "Did you know I like you less and less every day?"

Spencer's hands were quickly on her waist, pulling her hips to his. "Just had to see your disappointment face." He claimed, moving his right hand so he could brush a strand of hair off her cheek. "You know because I don't get to see it in bed when I'm screwing your brains out. Leaving you shaking and unable to walk." Aside from the smugness, the worst thing about him was his ability to do something sweet while saying something filthy. It was unfair and never failed to turn her on.

"That, right there, was the last sexual comment of the night," Y/n informed him sternly, knowing he loved breaking the rules when it came to her.

His hands raised in defense, eyes still playful. "Until after this thing is over, right?" He asked.

"If you behave, then sure, we can have sex." She granted, her giggling increasing when Spencer looked upward and mouthed 'yes.' So maybe he was cute as well as hot, intelligent, smug, amusing, and annoying.

Turning his wrist around, Spencer looked at the time on his watch before showing it to her. "Time to go?" He asked.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, being in Y/n's apartment for a reason other than having sex. He wasn't sure what to look at or focus on in the entryway.

"Uh, yeah, probably." Y/n agreed, stepping into her heels. Almost tenderly, Spencer held her hand to help her. She grabbed her clutch, activated the security system, and locked the door.

Instead of letting go of her hand, Spencer threaded his fingers through hers while they walked to the elevator. "You look gorgeous." He complimented, realizing he hadn't said it before.

That was also new. Y/n had heard 'hot' when she was naked, or 'beautiful' in a friendly way, but never something so romantic. It was different enough for her to look up at him with a smile, a genuine smile.

"Thank you." She replied as they stepped into the elevator. "You look handsome as well." Without their banter, it was far too intimate. "I really need to fix your tie, though." She added, unlacing their fingers to flip his collar up. His eyes were fixed on what she was doing, making it difficult to concentrate. "You have this habit of not doing your top button up and leaving your tie untightened." She explained while she did the top button, tightening his tie.

Spencer tipped his head back, exposing his throat further. If it wasn't for the stupid dinner, she'd have her lips all over it, threatening to make it up and leave him without makeup tips.

"It's not a habit. It's a style." He claimed, running his hands through his habitually- or deliberately- messy curls. "Ouch." He complained when she tightened the fabric until it was against his skin.

"Don't do that to your hair, either." She warned, moving his hands to comb through his hair and try to fluff it down.

Spencer ducked his head. "Hey! I thought you liked my sex hair."

Grabbing his wrists in one hand, Y/n used the other to rearrange his curls. "I like your sex hair when we've had sex, not when you're about to meet my mom." She corrected him like he didn't already know.

"Can you, like, not hold my hands?" He requested, wriggling them out of her grasp, just to be annoying.

"You can be so childish sometimes." She told him, finally satisfied with how his hair looked when the elevator doors opened.

Spencer grabbed her hand to hold again, whispering in her ear so no one else in the underground parking could hear. "Does that mean I can call you Mommy?" He was like a child acting out, being that it was impossible not to laugh.

"Spencer, zip it." She instructed, trying very hard to be stern.

Mimicking the zipping of a lock, he drew his lips closed, still unable to resist the urge to make jokes. "Yes, Mo-"

Y/n cut him off before he could continue, clamping a hand over his mouth and raising her eyebrows like it was a threat for him to continue. He was smart enough not to.

The swanky, upmarket hotel with valet drivers was absolutely not where Y/n wanted to spend her Saturday evening, even more so when she got the group text that Emily and Morgan were going out.

Y/n held his bicep while they walked inside the hotel's ballroom, close enough she could smell his cologne. Once again, she found herself nervous, and wishing she could turn back out the door.

At her grip tightening, Spencer stopped and turned to face her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Y/n was quick to ensure him she was okay, not wanting to spill her inner feelings to him.

Spencer looked like he wanted to say something else. Before he could, someone else called her name. A tone that elicited a squeezing of his arms.

Plastering on a fake smile, she turned away from Spencer. "Hi." She said, giving her a quick hug before spinning back and pulling Spencer closer. "Mom, this is Doctor Spencer Reid. Spencer, my mom." She introduced her.

Politely, Spencer shook her hand. "Y/n, what have I told you about introducing me by anything other than my name?" Her mom cautioned.

Spencer had never seen her confidence diminish so quickly in the four years he'd known her. The part of him that was her friend wanted to hug her while she squeaked out an apology. Logically, to Spencer, the person who raised Y/n would be just as amazing as she was and not unimpressed by her own daughter.

Winning points back for Y/n was his biggest goal. "It's really nice to meet you, ma'am."

The smile her mom gave he would have profiled as authentic. "So, you're a doctor?" She asked, curiously and almost impressed.

"I hold PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering," Spencer answered, a charming smile on his cheeks as his hand drifted to Y/n's waist. If he wasn't just doing her a favor, she'd think it was protective.

Her mom carefully eyed her daughter. "And how long have you been dating?" She asked, making the underlying meaning of the question clear to her daughter.

Spencer stroked his thumb over her side, assuring her she could answer however she wanted. "Three months." Internally, she amused herself by replying with the timeline of their friends with benefits relationship. "I wanted to make sure it was serious before I introduced you." She tacked on, smiling up at him to sell the story.

"Well, that's good." Her mom agreed. "You need someone serious at your age." Spencer had to physically stop himself from letting his jaw drop open at the audacity of her comment.

Clearly, this wasn't a new situation to Y/n, who smiled tightly, like her mouth was wired to stay like that. "Yeah, I know, mom." She agreed, pretending it made sense to her and wasn't internalized misogyny.

"Good, now I've got to go and mingle." Her mom said, smiling at the couple before leaving.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Spencer spun her around, tentatively cupping her cheek. "Spence, I'm fine." She assured him, anticipating his question. "Even if I wasn't, this is not the place. I'm just sorry I didn't tell you."

Spencer trusted what she was telling him. Always. "Don't be sorry, baby." When she first heard what he called her in the bedroom, she realized it shouldn't have brought her so much comfort. But then it occurred to her that she was always comfortable around him. "Can I get you a drink?" He offered, purposefully steering the conversation in a different direction.

"If they have alcohol." She happily accepted with a wink.

The night dreadfully wore on, and Y/n spent every second wondering if she could leave. Spencer, more than her, owned the room. She'd seen him shine before, but it was usually talking about serial murder. In there, he was able to seamlessly fit into any conversation. He glided around the room, barely needing her there while he impressed everyone.

Maybe, she'd have to rent him out again. Giving him head was a small price to pay for boosting everyone's opinion of her. Particularly when he threw his head back the way he always did, looking at her through his unfairly long eyelashes. Still, thinking about how pretty her fake boyfriend looked while she was sucking him off wasn't appropriate for a charity gala.

All night, she drank more and more champagne, unsure what she was celebrating but sad about the state of her life.

Purposefully, she avoided her mother for the evening. It became tricky when it was time for dinner, and they had to sit at a table with her.

"Y/n, have you ever thought about leaving DC?" Another unrecognizable friend of her mom's asked as the dinner was finishing.

She shook her head, putting her fork down. "No, I really enjoy my job."

"Yes, but you could be doing something safer." Her mom disputed, her voice quiet enough no one else at the table could hear. Apparently, ridiculing your daughter is an okay thing to do, provided no one else is listening.

Y/n had far too much to drink and wasn't thinking about the consequences of her words. "I know, but I love it, and I've worked hard to get here." She countered, already reaching through her glass of champagne. Subtly, Spencer moved it out of the way before placing his hand on her thigh.

"Did you work hard, though?" Her mom asked rhetorically. "You went into college with big dreams of becoming a lawyer and left with an undergraduate degree to join the FBI after nothing but partying."

Unable to care anymore, Y/n groaned loudly. "Mom, I've gotten a master's degree since then." She reminded her, her temper boiling over. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system or how angry she was, but her cheeks were red hot. Spencer didn't think any of it was fair, and he wasn't one to get mad, but he would have jumped in to defend Y/n. "Seriously, I am so sick of you minimizing the work I do."

Just before her mom could reply, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned her head around and immediately smiled. "Barabra, how are you?" She asked, already getting out of her seat to hug her. "Let me get my drink, and we can catch up." Just when Y/n thought she was out of the woods, her mom turned back around to face her. "This conversation is not over." She warned.

Y/n huffed once she left. "It is for tonight." She muttered under her breath. "I'm going to the bathroom." She informed Spencer, who gave her a pitiful look she really didn't want. He let her go, eyes following her with concern before he got caught up in a conversation about the importance of 16th-century artwork on modern street art.

When she hadn't come back in twenty minutes, Spencer excused himself from a conversation about political affiliations, which was uncomfortable enough already.

She was at the hotel bar with a near-empty glass in front of her. He'd been right next to her all night that he didn't have time to admire how beautiful she was from afar.

Making his way over, he slid into the barstool next to her, reaching out for her glass and moving it across the dark wood. The bar wasn't noisy at all, only a few businessmen around drinking with out-of-state colleagues or before their flights out of the city.

"Give it back." Y/n requested, trying to take the glass from him.

Spencer handed it to the bartender. "She doesn't need anymore." He reported, believed based on the fact he looked like her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry." She apologized, crossing her arms over her chest. Her emotions were clouded but bouncing between sad and mad. It was probably for the better because if her head was clear, she'd tell her mom what she really thought.

Gently, he touched her shoulder, drawing her attention away from the uninteresting art and to him. Maybe it was because she was drunk, but she could drown in the deep brown of his eyes.

"I think it's time to go home." Spencer declared, taking her clutch to get the valet ticket. He got out of his seat, handing the bartender a generous tip for looking after his girl and offering her a hand. She needed more than a hand, resting her weight against him while he practically carried her.

The front of the hotel was noisy, with people both leaving and coming back from night activities. It was cold too, and Spencer quickly shrugged off his jacket to wrap around her along with his arm still around her shoulder.

With the dark sky, she couldn't help but let it all out, crying with a hand clamped over her mouth so no one else would be able to tell. "Hey, hey, hey." Spencer cooed, drawing her into his chest so she could cry it out. It was a protective instinct, even if he'd seen the not innocent side of her because that's what he did: protect the people he loved.

Spencer held Y/n there until they brought her car around, opening the door for her before getting in the car himself. She sniffled out a sob while trying to wipe the mascara-stained tears running down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry that I'm such a mess." She apologized again, trying to put on a brave face.

"Sweetheart, it's okay. I'm here for you." Spencer assured her, reaching out to hold her hand while he drove. Even drunk, the nickname made her heart flip.

She figured being quiet was better than rambling the whole way home. Spencer didn't talk either, unsure of what to say to her to make it better, which he realized was absurd when he knew her so intimately.

The car right seemed to sober her up, enough she could get out by herself. He followed her, reaching out to grab her hand in case she tripped on her heels.

Once she opened the door, she turned back to look at him. "Spence, you really don't have to be here." He smiled before he could help it, and she was more than confused. "What?"

"Sorry, you just never call me Spence." He explained, awkwardly sticking his hands in his pocket.

"Thank you, seriously, for bringing me back." She was moving around her apartment, taking her shoes off, throwing her stuff on the couch and walking to the kitchen. When he followed, she shot him a confused glance. "I know I said we could have sex, but I think this evening was the ultimate mood killer." She guessed why he was still there with a dry laugh.

That broke Spencer's heart. The fact she thought he was only there because he wanted something. Even more, because she felt the need to pad it out with humor. Stunned, he stood there, wondering if he'd really messed her up that bad. "I'm not here to sleep with you," He said.

"Why then? You've only ever been here for that." Her tone wasn't even spiteful, just confused.

He stared at his shoes, figuring out an answer. "I... I don't just think about you like that, Y/n. I'm staying because you're my girl, and I like having sex, but I also respect you, and I think you need someone right now." Spencer blurted out all at once, not taking a breath.

"Your girl?" She caught the middle of his rambling. If he was looking, he would have seen the way the corner of her lips tugged up into a smile.

What he said quickly caught up to him, and he realized the possessiveness of his statement. "Sorry, I, uh, d-didn't mean it like that." He spat out.

Taking a step closer to him, she reached out to touch his arm, and his eyes flicked up to meet hers. Sure, she had been crying, but she was so beautiful, and he couldn't help but admire that for a moment. "I like it."

She was close enough he could have kissed her, and as much as he wanted to, he knew she was too vulnerable. Instead, he opted for hugging her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. Although they'd been just as close naked, everything felt barer. He could feel her tears seeping into his top, but it didn't bother him in the slightest.

When he pulled back, he cupped her cheeks, resting his forehead against hers. "Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?" He offered.

"Please." Y/n agreed, smiling a little at him.

They ended up in bed, under the covers, while Spencer held her. "It's not just about tonight, is it?" He sensed.

Y/n scoffed. "God, no. I've heard much worse than that before, believe me." Unfortunately, he did. "I just- she always makes me feel like I'm past my used by date." She explained. "Like I'm meant to get married and have kids just because she did."

"You know that's not true, right?" Spencer asked, making sure she knew. "You don't have to do any of those things, and you're completely enough by yourself."

Softly, she nodded, growing increasingly thankful he was there. Otherwise, she would have cried herself to sleep, getting deeper in her head about the whole situation.

"There's something else, though." Spencer realized, scanning over her face.

"I was in the bar for fifteen minutes, and not one guy offered to buy me a drink or talked to me." She mumbled, feeling like it was a dumb thing to say. "I shouldn't crave male validation, but when I don't get it, I still feel like I'm past my used by date."

All Spencer wanted was to make it better, but he wasn't sure how. It was so deeply ingrained in her that he wasn't sure he could, but he was determined to try. "Y/n." He was staring so intensely into her eyes he couldn't look away if he wanted to. "There's nothing about you that's worn out. You've got to stop thinking like that because you're so worthy. Everyone around you sees that every day."

"You're such an incredible person," Y/n informed him, inching her face closer to him.

"So are you," Spencer replied, determined to make her see it.

She glanced down at his lips for just a second, knowing she was close enough to kiss him. "Can I?" She asked hesitantly.

Spencer didn't verbally reply, closing the gap between their lips in the softest kiss they'd had as he held his palm against her cheek. "Don't feel obligated, but can I take you out on a date?"

"Yes, tomorrow?" She suggested, unable to bite back the grin.

"Of course."

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pizza and deep conversations

☝️ originally posted by marvellegends

#kate bishop x fem!reader, soft angst, fluff !!

WARNINGS: one slightly suggestive joke 🙏

→ it’s hard to be angry at kate bishop, even when she wakes you up at 2 am in the morning for pizza after an exhausting Christmas day.

A/N: @neozworld I KNOW I KNOW you gave me a fluff prompt and this was supposed to be fully fluff but I included soft angst as well 😭 I know you’re not a marvel fan, but ty for listening my rants on natasha and kate and ty for this wonderful idea <3 ily.

A/N 2: idk if this is counted as a christmas fic? but I hope you enjoy reading <3 this is truly my favorite prompt. also hawkeye episode 3 !??! maya is so cool and <clintkate's dynamic3

! word count: 1.1K

“Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe.”

Look, there’s a whole lot of reasons why you were ignoring your girlfriend.

1. You were tired. So tired.

2. Why were you tired? Kate kept you up all night. And no, not for what you might think, but for watching chick flicks because Kate insisted that Christmas Eve was the best time to watch them.

3. You spent the whole Christmas day celebrating with the Avengers. With the idiocy of the boys (and by the boys you mean Tony, Thor, Sam, and Bucky), and with the combined teasing of Yelena, Natasha, Wanda, and occasionally even Kate, you felt like smashing your head into a wall.

4. It was 2 am.

“No,” you mumble in your sleep, pushing Kate’s face away with your hand. Kate huffs and swats your arm away, then starts to shake it over and over, “y/n! Wake up!”

It was times like this that your girlfriend reminded you of Clint’s kids. She always had energy and you were the opposite usually.

“Katie, I’m exhausted,” you manage to say, trying weakly to pull your arm away, “Please.”

“But I’m hungry,” she pouts, but to no avail, your eyes still closed, “You know what I need?”

You decide to give her the benefit of a doubt, silently praying that all she wants is crackers and tea (since you had that in the kitchen), but when you open one eye and meet her mischievous grin, you groan on impulse.

“Babe, I’m not getting up at 2 am to get you pizza,” you grunt with annoyance.

“Do you love me?” she asks you seriously, and you whine loudly, “Katie, please, just because I’m too tired to get you pizza doesn’t mean I don’t love you!”

“But you’re already awake,” she pleads continually, taking a pillow and swatting you with it, “Pleaseeeee!”

“ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT,” you shout tiredly, sitting up on the bed, “IM UP.”

“YES,” Kate pumps her fist in victory and you rub your sleepy eyes to meet the archer’s hypnotic blue ones. She blinks like she knows how much irritation is building up. You see that she’s already dressed and ready.

“How long have you been awake?” you question her, suddenly awake, and concern evident, “You need proper sleep, Katie.”

She threads her hand through her long black hair, sighing audibly and not looking directly at you, “I didn’t sleep.”

“Restless?” you whisper knowingly, intertwining your hand with hers and you realise for the thousandth time that it fits perfectly.

“All the time,” she whispers back, squeezing your hand in search of comfort.

You stay silent and kiss her knuckles, slowly and purposefully. Kate’s breath hitches in her throat.

“It’s hard being a hero,” you tell her, still holding her hand, “Whatever your hands do or are going to do, I love them.”

Kate tears up after a few seconds of resistance, and you instinctively wrap your arms around her.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and loving rubs on her back, you detach yourself and wipe the tears under her eyes, eliciting a weak smile. Then, you pull a jacket on, throwing her your favorite sweater of yours, which she also loved to wear.

“Let’s go.”

The car ride was slow, peaceful, and quiet. Except for a few speeding cars, it wasn’t that lively given the time. Kate plays music on the radio.

You hum to the music, and the sound lulls Kate to a content state, the melodies of her favorite music and your voice filling her heart with warmth.

“Katie,” you whisper, grabbing her attention, and she turns to you upon hearing the nickname that only you and Clint get to call her.

Your hand finds its way to hers like it always does.

“You’re my hero, you know that right?” you say both teasingly and with seriousness, and Kate’s heart constricts.

“And you are mine,” she whispers into the dead of night, but you hear her, even when no one else does.

You wind down the windows and blast the music louder, and Kate finds enough in herself to laugh. Laughing was so much easier when she was with you.

You sang the song off key on purpose and Kate joins in, the same contagious smile taking place. You look over and smile, she was a better sight than the full moon.

“I love when you smile, it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay,” you tell her immediately.

Kate feels heat rush to her neck. You always gave compliments the moment you thought of them.

“How can you say something like that,” she stutters characteristically, trying to cover her face with her other hand.

“You always try to cover your blush when you’re alone with me!” you whine, disappointed, “I want to see the massive effect I have on you.”

“The effect I have on you is more obvious,” she tries to counter, smirking.

“Mhm, yeah keep telling yourself that.”

"I can't believe you almost started a war because there was no cola left," Kate chides you with a grin that represented her unbelief at her girlfriend's attitude. In her arms were a few pizzas (maybe one or two for Lucky).

"How is 'it's christmas and that's why we ran out' a good excuse?!" you complain grumpily.

"You're like the grinch you know, with your grumpiness and with the green sweater you're wearing right now-"

"Stop!" you start giggling, all the while still keeping your eyes on the road, "Don't antagonize me!"

"Right, right," you can practically hear the smirk on her face, "I'm sorry for saying you're the human embodiment of the grinch."

"I'm starting to regret bringing you out," you mumble quietly.

"Hey, I heard that!"

You roll your eyes and pretend you didn't hear her, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel.

Comfortable silence fills the car again. It started raining a bit ago, the raindrops staining the windows and the noise of it relaxing you.

"What Clint said during our meal today," Kate side eyes you, "The thing he said about-"

"About being a hero and about the risks of being one?" you finish for her, "And how you'll lose some things or people forever?"

"I know I sounded nonchalant but," she chuckles with little humor, "Yeah. It's scary isn't it?"

"You're not going to lose me you know. Not now. Not ever."

You want her to understand.

Kate struggles to answer, trying to find the right words.

"You're the last thing I'd want to lose," she fidgets with your sweater, "It was hard enough to win you over."

You laugh breathily but Kate's face still seems unsure.

"I mean what I said as much as Clint did," you reply firmly, "You're the last thing I'd want to lose too, you know."

Kate exhales slowly, and she smiles warmly at you.

"What would I do without you?"

"You'll never find out," you whisper, and the traffic light turned red, allowing you to grin at her.

And with the slight hint of snow on her hair, the redness of her cheeks due to the cold, the content shadow of a smile on her face, and her hand on your thigh, you pray that you'll never find out either.

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Stealth Mission

Pairing: fwb!Childe x reader x crush!Kaeya Genre: smut, slight angst Warnings: f!reader referred to as princess, choking, degradation, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, imagined voyeurism, exhibitionism, and threesome. I think that’s it- Summary: (Y/n) is set to go on a mission with her crush Kaeya. It won’t be long before Childe, who she has a friend with benefits relationship with, finds out about it Word Count: 4.4k words A/N: Merry late Christmas!! Lol excuse the title. I couldn’t think of anything

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“(Y/n), thank you for getting here on such short notice,” Jean greets you as soon as you walk through the door. Flashing her your usual smile, you make your way over to her desk, standing right before it as she gets up out of her chair. 

“It’s no problem at all.”

“Well, I know you were on a mission in Liyue, so I appreciate your haste in getting here. Now, with that said, let’s get to business, shall we?” she says as she sits back down, motioning for you to do the same using one of the two chairs in front of her desk. You take the one on the right before relaxing into it, giving her your full attention as she gives you the rundown on what’s been going on. After she finishes explaining, you take a deep breath. 

“Wow, okay. Guess the monsters have been up to quite a lot since I’ve been gone, haven’t they?” you reply with a soft laugh. She hums and rises to her feet, walking over to one of her many grand windows. 

“Mm, yes. I’m afraid that if we keep letting them go unchecked that they’ll cause even more chaos and havoc than they already have, and they’re just getting closer and closer to Mondstadt with each day that passes.”

“Right. Well,” you say as you rise from your chair as well, “I’ll see what I can do to ensure everyone’s safety.” 

“Great, thank you. If you don’t mind, I’d also like to send Kaeya along with you.” The name causes your heart to skip a beat and for color to fill your cheeks. 

“Kaeya? Why?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

“Well, I know you’re very experienced and skilled in fighting, but I just would feel more comfortable if you had someone along with you for this one. Things can get nasty out there if you’re all by your lonesome, especially with the amount of monsters like these that have been showing as of late,” she explains, turning away from the window to face you. You hum and nod your head in agreement, too many fights you had to do alone coming to your mind. Some went okay and others ended up with you having to seek out Barbara to heal your injuries. 

“Well, I’m sure the extra help won't hurt. I’ll never say no to company,” you agree, trying to not let the excitement over the idea of spending some time alone with him seep through in your words. 

“Great! I’ll make sure to let him know the next time I see him! I really can’t thank you enough.” With a small nod in reply, you shake her hand and see yourself out of her office. As soon as you walk out of the Knights of Favonius headquarters, you start making a mental list of everything you would need to bring. Jean had said that you would be trekking through the woods to find some of these monsters and that it would start quite a bit aways from Mondstadt, so you’re going to have to bring your good shoes and camping gear. 

Just as you’re about to head out of town, you notice Kaeya talking to a merchant not too far away from you. He just so happens to look up when you spot him at that moment, a sly smile stretching across his face as his eyes meet yours, and you can’t help the way your heart skips a beat. You’ve had a crush on Kaeya for what felt like the longest time, and sometimes in moments like these you can convince yourself that the smiles he flashes you each and every time he sees you, might mean that the feelings you harbor for him aren’t too one sided afterall. He bids goodbye to the merchant with a small wave before casually strolling over towards you. 

“Well, good afternoon, Honorary Knight,” he greets, coming to stand before you and crossing his arms over his strong chest as he gives you a once over. 

“You don’t have to call me that, you know,” you reply with a roll of your eyes, placing all of your weight onto one foot and a hand onto your hip. He smirks at your words and you already know what’s coming. He just loves teasing you, much to your chagrin and pleasure. 

“Oh? Would you prefer ‘princess’ instead, then?” he asks, an amused lilt to his words as he steps closer to you, to which you step back in response to. 

“Nope,” you reply casually, as if the name didn’t make your heart flutter. 

“Hm, how about…my girl,” he coos with a wink—well, with what you’re assuming is a wink with the way he smirks at you. Despite the deep infatuation you have for him, you would much rather die than let him know that the words he seems to throw out so carelessly into the wind, actually mean much more to you. So, you do whatever you can to make him believe that you’d rather kiss a Hilichurl than be with him. 

“Definitely not.” 

“Ah, what a shame. I think that one suits you quite well,” he all but purrs. 

Despite the fact that your expression remains neutral, you can feel the heat slowly filling your cheeks. God, he knows just what to say and do to make you flustered. 

“You’re going on a mission with me, by the way,” you say suddenly to change the subject, starting to walk away from the man. He follows after you and catches up with ease, his longer legs giving him an unfair advantage. 

“Oh? How exciting. What will we be doing?” he asks, looking around at the people passing by the two of you. 

“Jean will explain later,” you brush off, stopping at the flower shop to gaze at all the pretty flowers. To your surprise, Kaeya picks one up, tosses a coin onto the table, and gently places the flower behind your ear after snapping the stem off. 

“Well, I can’t wait to hear the details,” he says softly, his breath fanning across your face at the close proximity between the two of you. It smells minty. “Catch ya later, Princess,” he whispers before shooting you a wink and walking away, presumably to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. You sigh and head towards the exit of Mondstadt, deciding that you’ll do a little bit of walking before meeting up with him again to decide on your packing situation. 

As you’re strolling down along the dirt paths, you can’t help but feel as though a pair of eyes are following each and every movement you make. Though this isn’t exactly a new feeling, seeing as how everyone knows who you are and they always stare, this…this is different. It feels…sinister. It has you on edge as you look around for any possible danger. When you don’t find anything amiss within the nice and peaceful scenery around you though, you chalk it up to it being nothing more than your imagination as you continue on your walk. 

“We should go get some more firewood before it gets dark.”

“I can go get some if you want to finish setting up the tent,” you say to Kaeya, standing from your crouched position to stretch your limbs. 

“Are you sure? It’ll be getting dark soon,” he says softly, standing up as well. 

“What? Afraid I can’t handle myself?” you ask as you raise a brow, cocking a hip out. 

“Definitely not that, Princess. I know that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself.” 

“Good. Then I’ll be right back,” you say with a grin and a wink before spinning around on your heel to walk off into the woods. As you pick up logs and sticks, you feel just like you had been feeling all day. Like someone is watching you. You can’t place your finger on what it is though. It feels gentle, like a bird that’s just curiously watching you, but it also feels dangerous, like a monster that’s getting ready for an attack. 

As you continue walking around your campsite and picking up wood, you start to get more and more nervous. It starts with a stick breaking nearby, your gaze staring off into the dark to try and see what it could possibly be. When you find nothing, you brush it off as a rabbit and go about your task. After that though, it’s brush scraping together. Your hair stands up on your neck at this one, your ears trying to pick up more after it stops. You find nothing though. You’re just about ready to call out to either address your potential threat or to let Kaeya know you might have company when a hand claps over your mouth. 

You instantly drop the wood, your fight or flight response kicking in. Before you could do any real harm though, a mouth is suddenly brushing against your ear as a familiar voice speaks. 

“Well, that’s no way to say hello to an old friend, is it?” A shiver goes through your body at the familiar words. Your body immediately slumps against your attacker, which turns out to not be an attacker at all. 

“Jesus Christ, Childe. Covering my mouth so I won’t scream isn’t exactly a friendly ‘hello’ either,” you sass, spinning around to glare up at him. You’re just met with a cocky smirk and eyes full of mirth. 

“Oh, come now. I had to do that. Otherwise, you would’ve let pretty boy there know that I’m here.” At the mention of your partner for the mission, you turn your head to find Kaeya setting up a fire pit. Good, he didn’t hear you guys. You two are pretty far away, but still close enough to see Kaeya and the sparking fire. 

“What are you doing here anyway?” you hiss, turning your gaze back to the ginger. 

“I missed you,” he pouts, moving to wrap his arms around your waist. You let him, but still roll your eyes at him. 

“Bullshit. What are you really doing here?”

“Bullshit? Well, it’s not a lie that I miss that sweet pussy of yours,” he purrs into your ear, sending a thrill up your spine. You shove at his chest, coming to your senses in time. 

“Kaeya is right there and I can’t be caught frolicking with the enemy,” you whisper-shout. He hums and despite the sweet sound, his face drops into one of malice. 

“Yeah, I can see that. Are you finally going to tell him how you feel?” You blush at the question, feeling the heat go up to your ears even. He’s the only other person who knows about your crush on him, and it was a mistake to tell him. He constantly teases you about it. 

“No,” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest to feel more in control. 

“Well then, I don’t think he’ll mind if I steal you away for a little bit.” 

“It’s not about that.” 

“Then what is it about, doll?” 

“I told you to stop calling me that.” 

“What, do you prefer slut? Whore? No? How about…princess?” You gasp at the pet name, staring up at him with wide, shocked eyes. 

“You heard that?” 

“Of course I did, doll. I hear everything.” 

“Childe, you need to go.”

“Can’t do that.” 

“This isn’t a game.” 

“I’m sorry, but do you not remember how our agreement came to be?”

You watch on as Kaeya flirts with the merchant, your chest tightening uncomfortably at the sight. You can feel your gaze fill with green, the horrid monster eating away at your heart and soul. 

Jealousy. 

You’d give anything to stop crushing on the captain, anything at all. You jump when someone clears their throat behind you, making you spin around to come face to face with Childe. You go to pull out your weapon but he stops your hand by grabbing ahold of your wrist. 

“Come now, that’s no way to greet a friend, is it?” 

You squint your eyes at the man, your knuckles turning white from how hard you’re gripping your weapon. “What do you want, Childe? I’m not going to fall for any more of your petty tricks.”

“Now now, no tricks. I actually have a proposition for you.” You raise a brow at this, letting your weapon go but his hand just slides up your arm. “I see the way you look at him, you know.” Despite the fact that he didn’t say a name, you know exactly who he’s talking about. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you lie, trying not to blush. 

“Yes you do, don’t lie. Lying is a sin, you know,” he teases you with a devilish smirk. 

“As if that ever stopped you.” 

He mockingly pouts at your words, his free hand that isn’t nearing your shoulder going to his heart. “Your words wound, (Y/n), truly.” You roll your eyes at his dramatics and shrug his hand off, glancing over your shoulder to make sure that Kaeya, or anyone else for that matter, hasn’t seen you talking to him. 

“What do you want?” you ask again. He huffs and drops both of his arms to place them into his pants’ pockets. 

“How about you leave with me right now and find out?” he purrs, suddenly bringing his face dangerously close to yours. And despite the fact that you’re on a mission with your crush and it’s time-sensitive and Childe is the bad guy and it’s the absolute wrong thing to do…you do it. You glance once more at Kaeya before nodding your head, letting Childe smirk that dangerous smirk of his as he grabs your hand and tugs you away from the man of your dreams. 

“Our agreement is that we can have fun with each other, no strings attached so that you can get over your crush on Golden Boy.” You gasp when his hand suddenly goes around your throat and pushes you into the tree right behind you. “And as it so happens, I need that tight cunt around my fat cock right now.” You whine as he slots his leg in between yours, pressing his thigh right against your heat. 

“Childe,” you stutter out, body filling with unbearable heat. 

“Yes?” 

“Please,” you whimper. You weren’t a hundred percent sure what you were asking for, but you’re hoping that he gets the message of we can’t do this here, you need to go. He, of course, gets the exact opposite message. 

“Oh, well since you asked so nicely.” He then dives down and connects your lips with his. You’ve always imagined what Kaeya would taste like and always figured he’d taste like mint. With Childe though, he’s the exact opposite. He tastes like cinnamon; spicy, hot cinnamon. Both are good, but you can’t figure out which you like more. 

You moan into his mouth as he moves your hips for you, making you grind your pussy up against his leg. “God, you’re so infuriating,” he says in between kisses, making you almost laugh at the irony. He’s the one who is infuriating. “I oughtta make you scream my name so loud that even the people in Mondstadt hear you. I want pretty boy to hear it, hear you moaning my name as I fuck my seed into you.” 

You’re horrified by the sound you just made. It shouldn’t turn you on to think of what your crush would do if he caught you with the enemy. Would he pull Childe off of you and fight him? Would he throw you in jail for fornicating with the enemy? Would he smirk and watch Childe fuck you raw? Would he want to join? 

You gasp at the image that just filled your brain, your back arching as your body shakes with ecstasy. “Did…did you just cum?” Childe asks, voice filled with astonishment. You shake your head despite the fact that your entire body is quivering and you can barely open your eyes. Wow, that really did it for you, huh. “You dirty little slut. You were thinking about him, weren’t you?” he growls, tightening his grip on your throat. You moan despite the fact that you’re shaking your head. “Oh, I’m sure that’s true, honey,” he sarcastically replies before tugging you forward and over to a fallen tree. 

He pushes you forward and makes you bend over it, your ass getting slapped as soon as your chest hits the wood. “Childe, please,” you beg, whimpering as he tugs your pants and undies down in one fell swoop. 

“Please what?” he hisses, bringing his thumbs inside your thighs and spreading your lips for him to look at your glistening folds. You groan and press your forehead into the thick, fallen tree, trying to find the right words. You’re so horny right now, but you know it’s a risk to do this with Kaeya only a couple hundred feet away. 

“We can’t do this here, not now,” you whine, your body defying your words by going up on your tippy-toes when one of his thumbs slips into your drooling hole. 

“Oh? You seem a little too eager for someone who doesn’t want to do this right now,” he purrs teasingly, lazily dropping his finger in and out of your hole. Your body shakes as you pull your head up to look at Kaeya, who is now sitting in front of a fire. God, all it’ll take for him to spot you is a moan a little too loud. You can see it now. He’ll look in your direction and move his head this way and that to try and spot the source in the darkness right before his eyes meet yours. 

You moan when you suddenly feel full, your back arching and making your ass rise higher. While you were daydreaming, Childe prepped you and just slid right between your tight walls. “Childe,” you mewl, digging your nails into the bark and scraping some off with the force. 

“That’s it, Princess. Moan nice and loud for me,” he purrs before starting to thrust with more momentum. Your eyes roll back into your head as your mouth falls open in a silent moan, the light clap of his hips meeting your ass making you paranoid that you’ll get caught. 

“What, that all you got?” he hisses before leaning forward to grab your throat and tug you up. Your whimper gets cut off by the tight grip on your neck, your eyes watching Kaeya look around him with a worried look on his face. Great, while you’re here getting your guts rearranged, he’s worrying about you. 

Your eyes lose sight of him when they roll back into your skull, another orgasm approaching you at a fast pace. A gurgled moan escapes you as Childe starts going faster when he feels you clench around him. “You gonna cum? Huh? Is my slutty princess going to cream all over my cock?” With him growling the words out at you in between groans and grunts, it was no surprise that you ended up doing just that. 

He hisses when you squeeze his dick like a glove, causing his hips to stutter as he reaches his own orgasm. He pushes his member as far in as it’ll go before throwing his head back and letting his seed go deep inside you. You both slump forward and lean on the big log, his hands lazily running up and down your sides. His breath fans across the back of your neck as he pants for air, his chest rising and falling against your back. You bring your head up to look at Kaeya, finding him starting to stand up and head in the direction that you first disappeared in. 

“I have to go,” you hiss, lightly elbowing Childe to get him to back up. He grunts and pushes himself off your back, his dick still remaining inside you though. 

“Why? Don’t want the perfect prince to see you?” Childe grumbles. You huff and go up on your hands, looking at him over your shoulder with a glare. 

“I’m serious. You have to go. You know what kind of trouble this could bring.” 

“Trouble is my middle name, sweetheart,” Chide purrs to you with a smirk. When you don’t budge and you remain glaring at him, Childe rolls his eyes. His cock is finally pulled out of you, but before you can even blink, he’s pulling your panties up before any of his seed has time to slip out of you. You make a face as you feel it drip out of you and soak your once clean panties. 

“Really?” you ask with a sigh, moving to pull your pants up. 

“What? I thought it was a nice touch,” he teases, stuffing himself back into his boxers before buckling his pants up. It’s your turn to roll your eyes this time, your hands attempting to fix your hair as you watch Kaeya disappear behind some trees. “Besides,” he starts, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back to his chest once more, “you’ve never complained about me filling that greedy pussy before,” he purrs against the shell of your ear. You shiver right before you lightly elbow him and step out of his arms. 

“Well, I am now,” you growl, bending down to pick up the sticks you had collected earlier. You don’t see it, but Childe’s face scrunches up into something nasty and vindictive. It’s a warning in of itself. Too bad you didn’t see it. 

“Oh yeah? And I wonder why that is,” he replies “casually,” wiping the look he had on his face away right before you look up at him. 

“Chi-”

“Ooh! I know why! Pick me, pick me!” he says a little too loudly for your comfort as he jumps up and down with one arm raised in the air, resembling the kid he’s acting like. 

“Stop acting like an immature child and go home,” you hiss, quickly standing up and lightly shoving his chest in the opposite direction of your camp. He stumbles a bit, but the stupid bastard has good reflexes and catches himself with ease.

“Why don’t you just give up on Golden Boy? He’ll never be interested in you the way you are in him,” he replies as he checks his nails, completely ignoring your advice. Your face falls at his words before scrunching up in anger. 

“Yeah? And what do you know about it, hm? Should I just spend the rest of my life having sex with you?” you practically growl. 

Truth is, you know he’s right. Kaeya will never understand the butterflies that fill your stomach when he speaks or the way your heart threatens to beat out of your chest when he gets too close to you. He’ll never understand that mint is one of your favorite smells or blue is one of your favorite colors because of him. 

Then again, Childe’s eyes are also blue…

“Why not? At least with me you’ll actually feel something real,” he says as he looks up from his nails to look at you. He finds your face is crestfallen, your eyes staring at the ground. 

“What I feel for him is real. I don’t care if he never feels the same. Just being near him as his friend is enough for me,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around your middle. After that, you both remain quiet for a few moments. 

Just as Childe sighs and takes a step towards you, there’s a snap of a stick near you two. “(Y/n)? Are you over here?” You spin around to find Kaeya emerging from some trees, a relieved smile coming to his face as he looks you over. “Hey, what’s taking so long? A guy could die o-” He stops when he sees the look on your face. It’s like a mix of horror and guilt. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” he asks as he hurries over to you. 

You look over your shoulder to make eye contact with Childe, wondering what lies you two can spin this time. Only, you can’t make eye contact with him because no one is there. Where did he go? Your eyes look this way and that, but you can’t spot him. “-n)? (Y/n)? Hey, (Y/n)!” Your head snaps back forward and your eyes find Kaeya, who had gotten increasingly closer to your body and has placed his hands onto your shoulders. “What is it? Is there a monster? Are you hurt?” he asks question after question, your ears and brain barely having time to register them all. 

“What? Yeah, Kaeya, I’m fine. I’m okay. Deep breaths,” you brush off, lightly teasing him. He lets out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding as he wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you into a hug. Now, this isn’t the first time you’ve hugged him, but this is a rare occurrence, something that only ever happens on a blue moon. 

“Jeez, don’t scare a guy like that,” he breathes into your ear, holding you tight. You wrap your arms around his neck, trying to ignore the fact that his arms are right where Childe’s had been only five minutes prior. Your heart has no problem performing gold medal-worthy gymnastics in your chest though, the sound reverberating in your ears. That was close, way too close. 

“You look cold,” he says as he pulls back, rubbing his hands up and down your arms with a smile. “C’mon, let’s get you back to camp,” he says softly. You nod and go to pick up your sticks when he catches you moving to get them. He swipes them up in his arms with a smirk in your direction. You never let him help you with such minimal tasks since you like to prove to him why they call you The Honorary Knight. Plus, it’s just bad for your poor heart’s health. 

“I can carry them, you know,” you say with a smile, not bothering to try and take them from him. You’d have to fight tooth and nail just to be able to get them back. 

“Well, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t carry a lady’s sticks?” he jokes, hefting the wood further up in his hold. You just roll your eyes at him with a laugh through your nose as you walk back to where you two set up camp. 

Unbeknownst to you, another pair of blue eyes never left your form as you smile, giggle, and flirt away with the true enemy. He’s consumed by green, but he can’t let you know that just yet. Childe still has the upper hand in this arrangement, and he plans on keeping it that way.

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Dhani Harrison and Tom Petty; Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers celebrate Runnin' Down A Dream, to benefit the Tipitina's Foundation, Milk Studios, New York City, 14 November 2007. Photos by DAVID X PRUTTING/Patrick McMullan via Getty Images.

"'We were going to cancel everything 'cause we were all so sad, and then we thought Tom would want us to go out and play loud and turn that shit up and play hard and loud and get on with us -- Don't bore us, get to the chorus,’ [Dhani] Harrison tells Billboard. ‘So what's what we did. We just carried on, and we're just keeping on keeping on.’ Like so many, Harrison was deeply affected by Petty's death and spent ‘a lot of time’ in the immediate aftermath with the Heartbreakers and Wilburys mate Jeff Lynne. ‘They're my family, and they've always really looked after me, ever since my father passed away,’ Harrison says. ‘Yeah, my heart's broken. It's tremendously sad and absolutely heartbreaking. He's one of my best mates. It hasn't hit me yet how much I'm going to miss him. We were all so close and as families we hung out, the Harrisons on the Pettys. They've been neighbors and my friends, my family, so it's a huge loss... I think in my community and in my life I definitely haven't felt any loss like this since my dad.’” - Billboard, 16 October 2017 (x)

“‘He was very supportive of me. I mean, it’s so recent, so new, I don’t have anything to say that’s original,’ says Dhani, sitting at Yahoo Music a week and a half later and clearly still processing the terrible loss. ‘I mean, it’s awful to lose Tom. I haven’t seen anything like that happen since my dad [passed away in 2001], such an outpouring. ‘[Tom] was the first person I played this record to. He sat and listened to the whole thing, from start to finish, and loved it. He was so supportive of everything I did. It was just in [February 2017] when I played with him at MusiCares. We played with the Heartbreakers and Jeff Lynne, we had the Bangles as our backing vocals, and right in between the Bangles and the Heartbreakers, that was where he would put me. He was very, very supportive of everything I did. He was Tom. He was the *best.*’” - Yahoo Music, 17 October 2017 (x)

“‘I haven't seen this outpouring since my dad passed,’ says Dhani Harrison, a few days after Petty's death. Dhani – the son of Petty's close friend, the late Beatle George Harrison – notes that when his father died in 2001, ‘someone said, “I've never seen so many grown men cry.” The same thing can be applied to this.’ […] 'It’s so hard to believe it’s even happened,’ Dhani Harrison says of Petty’s death. He remembers, as a child, a Christmas in L.A. with the Petty and Harrison families — Dhani and Adria playing Nintendo with their rock-god dads. And there was the day that an advance copy of Full Moon Fever arrived at Friar Park, the Harrisons’ English estate. George put it on his jukebox, Dhani says, 'and just had it on repeat.’ Earlier this year, Dhani stopped by Petty’s house to play him some new music: Dhani’s first solo album, IN///PARALLEL. 'He put the record on in his studio, put his head in his hands and listened to the whole thing from start to finish,’ Dhani recalls. At the end, 'he looked at me, gave me this big, beaming smile, and said, "Guess you found your target demographic."' 'He was so proud, like a dad,’ Dhani says. 'I’m sure thinking about that in the future will make me lose it. What could be cooler in the entire wold than for your target demographic to be Tom Petty?’ […] Petty 'had a great bullshit detector — he didn’t suffers fools, just like my dad,’ says Dhani Harrison. While Petty and George Harrison 'were kind of stone-y, mellow dudes, they had that toughness. They’d kick your ass. But they loved the same stuff — ukuleles, motor racing. They would go to the Formula One races together.’ George 'really felt at ease with Tom,’ Dhani says, 'because it was like having another you next to you. There were more eyes watching out for you.’ Dhani recounts a story that Petty once told him about the Heartbreakers’ tour with Dylan — a story that 'says everything about the way Tom interacted with people: honest but cheeky.’ Onstage one night, Dylan kept complaining that the stage lights were too bright and threatened to leave if they were not turned down. Finally, Dylan walked off, forcing Petty to coax him back on as the Heartbreakers kept playing. In the wings, Dhani says, 'Bob was going, "Fucking lights. I’m not going back out there. It’s like fucking Disneyland out there." And Tom says to Bob, "You’ve never been to Disneyland." Bob just stated laughing. Tom called him on it, straight out. They walked back out there and carried on playing.’" - Rolling Stone, 18 October 2017 (x)

[reid-fiction]

A Progression of Touch

In which Spencer doesn’t like to touch people until you come along and then he can’t help himself

A/N: Look at me, dropping stories like flies. Also, I’ve been staring at this gif for far too long...

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He doesn’t like to touch other people.

He knows it, you know it, the whole F.B.I. knows it. He told you as much the first time he met you by the way he awkwardly refused to shake your hand. Though he compensated with a friendly smile and a wave, you knew you were in for a ride with Dr. Spencer Reid. 

It wasn’t that he thought you were diseased. He just knew too much about germs and the human body to risk it, especially around cold and flu season which was exactly when he met you. It was bad enough that Garcia had dragged him to the Christmas party to begin with - there were so many people in close quarters, who knew what viruses were floating around - but he wasn’t a big fan of mingling and small talk either. And that was exactly what Penelope was forcing him into when he got his first glimpse of you. 

As soon as you had five minutes with Spencer under your belt, you knew you wanted a lot more time with him. He was unlike any person you had ever met and he fascinated you, especially his aversion to touch. 

A few months later, when Spencer finally bit the bullet and asked you on a date (after much prompting and borderline bribery from Garcia and multiple other team members she had coerced into helping her), he knew that his no touching rule was not going to fly for very long. He didn’t know much about relationships, but he did know that physical touch was a pretty important factor to most women. Though you never pushed him, he could tell that you were holding back for his benefit. He could see it in your eyes every time he dropped you off after a date. In most scenarios, a kiss goodnight would be expected - you wanted it, he could sense it - but it felt like you were the wrong side of a magnet that he just couldn’t get himself close to.

This was a problem, because he was falling for you and he was going to have to do something about it. 

Spencer knew that going the 0-100 method wasn’t going to work for him. He couldn’t just jump from not touching you at all to getting hot and heavy in the backseat of a car. But, gradual steps may work. If he eased himself in to getting acquainted with touching you, he could both push himself out of his comfort zone and give you a bit of the physical contact that you were clearly craving. 

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It started with a hug. 

One night, after walking you to your front door, you could tell that Spencer was concentrating on something and it wasn’t your current conversation. You were rambling on about some TV program you had seen the other night, and you knew he wasn’t listening to a word you were saying. 

“Hey, you okay?”

He glanced up at you, frowning, as if he had just remembered you were standing there.

“Yeah, fine. Why?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged, wrapping your arms around yourself after catching a gust of chilly air. “You just seem...far away. Distracted.”

He paused, pursing his lips at your accusation, and you suddenly felt extremely vulnerable under his gaze.

“Is something wrong? Did I...did I do something? I mean, are you -”

“No!” 

The suddenness of his reply caused you to jump, and he let out a nervous chuckle before running a hand through his hair. 

“No, it’s not you at all. I’m sorry, you’re right. I am distracted.”

“Well...about what? Maybe I can help.”

He paused again, and then smiled. “Yeah, maybe you can. Would you be able to just...stand still for a second?”

The strange nature of his request caused you to frown a bit, but you simply nodded and watched him with curiosity. A few seconds later, he slowly started to to move a few steps closer and raise his arms slightly. You had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but you didn’t move a muscle. His arms eventually found their way to rest lightly on the sides of you waist and then started to wrap around your torso. 

Your stomach instantly flipped. This was the first time Spencer had ever touched you beyond the occasional brush of your shoulders when you moved past him, or a playful kick to his leg when he beat you at chess. It had been two months of weekly dates, dinners, museum trips and evenings of sitting and talking until you were both too tired to form coherent sentences but, as much as you loved those times with him, you’d by lying if you said you never wished that he would throw caution to the wind once in a while and toss an arm around you or caress the side of your face with his fingers. 

Now, just the feeling of his hands on your back was like opening up a can of worms that had been wriggling in desperation for weeks, and you certainly hoped that this wasn’t a one time thing, because there was no way you’d ever be able to put those worms back in the can after this. 

He took another step toward you and circled his arms tighter around your back. You knew he had asked you not to move, but you couldn’t hold back any longer. You slowly raised your own arms until they were resting on his shoulders and then, when he didn’t protest, you wrapped them around his neck and leaned in until your head was nestled just below his collarbone. He tensed up only a moment before you felt him lean his head in the crook of your neck. 

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, holding each other. It could have been a few minutes, it could have been a few hours. You didn’t care, all that you knew was that you never wanted him to let go. 

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After the hug, his next target were your hands. 

Although Spencer was keenly aware of just how many germs the human hand picked up throughout the day, he was determined to overcome his aversion. You were clean and had good hygiene habits, he knew that. He had been hugging you every time he saw you since that first night, how much more difficult could holding your hand be?

It was during a movie he wasn’t really paying attention to that he finally made his move. Lately, his go-to move during movies was to carefully put his arm around you and rest his hand on your shoulder. He was completely comfortable with that movement now and really thought nothing of it anymore. He could tell that you enjoyed it as well, so he was more than happy to oblige you and suggest a movie night as often as possible. 

Tonight, however, he had different ideas. He purposely kept his arm at his side for the first half of the film, and he knew that you noticed. Truthfully, you had come to expect the motion now and were slightly disappointed when it didn’t happen as soon as the opening credits started to roll, but it wasn’t long until you figured out why.

You thought it was an accident at first. You had both of your hands resting in your lap and had your eyes focused on the movie when you felt it. The lightest, softest brush of skin against your own. Your hand twitched involuntarily and you silently cursed yourself for probably scaring him away. But, a minute or so later, it happened again. Still soft, still tentative, but it lingered. 

You stealthily flicked your gaze down to your lap and saw Spencer’s hand hovering just slightly over your own. You weren’t entirely sure what he was aiming for, but you kept your hand deathly still while you waited. His hand finally came to rest on your thigh and the side of his palm rested lightly against your own. You watched as his pinkie brushed up over the back of your hand, then another finger, and another, and another, until his whole hand was on top of yours. You opened the spaces between your fingers in hopes that he would lace his own through, and you weren’t disappointed. His fingers slid between yours like butter and you felt him squeeze your palm and slowly caress the back of your hand with his thumb. 

It was your idea to shuffle closer to him, lift his arm with your hands still intertwined, and loop it over your shoulder. He glanced over to you, smiled, and squeezed your hand again.

You wished you had picked a longer movie. Truthfully, so did he. 

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The idea of kissing you was terrifying. 

Spencer had kissed and been kissed before, but it wasn’t a common occurrence and it hadn’t ever been with someone he truly cared about. It was one thing for two body parts to come together in what science called a kiss, it was a whole other thing for that kiss to mean something. The last thing Spencer wanted was for him to screw up a potentially important moment in your relationship because he was hesitant or overly paranoid. 

He also had no idea how to know when the “right” moment was, if there was such a thing. Hugging was easy now, holding your hand was routine - he could do those at really any time, in any location, in any circumstance, and it wouldn’t be considered awkward or weird - but kissing was different. It was intimate, it was private, and it required more thought. 

It had taken him weeks, but he finally had a plan in mind. It was elaborate and detailed - as most of Spencer’s ideas were - and he knew exactly what he was going to say and do leading up to the moment.

However, what he wasn’t betting on was the sudden, overwhelming, spontaneous desire that came over him one evening while you were sitting in his apartment. You hadn’t been doing anything out of the ordinary; you had gone out to dinner, walked back to his place, and had plans to spend the rest of the night talking, maybe doing a puzzle or playing a game, and then you would go home like you always did. 

But it was something about the way you laughed after he told you a funny story that happened at work that day. It was the way your eyes locked on his every time he spoke, and the way you looked so intensely interested in every single thing he was saying, even if you didn’t understand all of it. It was the way you leaned into him when he pointed out something in a book he was holding, and the way he could smell your shampoo - vanilla with a hint of lavender - when you got close to him. It was the way your hand rested lovingly on his back while he read a passage to you and the way you absentmindedly twirled your hair as you listened. 

He needed to kiss you, and he needed to do it immediately. 

He didn’t care that it didn’t fit into his plan, he didn’t care that it wasn’t exactly what he pictured, and he didn’t care that he hadn’t prepared himself for it. The only thing he could think of was the shape of your lips and his intense need to know what they felt like on his own. 

So, he went for it.

It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t subtle, and it was probably the messiest thing he had ever done. He put the book down on the table, looked over at you, grabbed the sides of your face and pulled you to him. You were initially frozen in shock - the last thing you had expected that night was for Spencer to kiss you, let alone like this - but you could feel the intensity and desperation as his lips moved over yours, and that was enough to thaw your surprise and trigger your response instinct. You put one hand behind his head and pulled him impossibly closer to you, scooting to the very edge of your seat. 

His hands dropped from your face and landed on the tops of your thighs before he slid them up to your waist and you could feel him start to tug you closer. There was nowhere for you to go other than practically on top of him, and you knew there was no way he wanted you to do that. 

Was there?

As much as it pained you to do so, you momentarily broke the kiss to catch your breath. 

“Wow.”

Spencer chuckled, still gripping your waist. 

“Sorry,” he said, “I guess I just...couldn’t wait anymore.”

“Oh, don’t apologize!” you said, a little too enthusiastically. “It was great, and I wouldn’t have stopped you, it’s just...”

Spencer studied you, and brought one hand up to the side of your face again.

“Just, what?”

“It’s nothing, I guess I just wondered - I mean, I wasn’t sure how far you wanted to...you know...go. I don’t want you to feel like you need to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Spencer smiled, and you felt him tug you closer again. You gave him a questioning look, and he nodded.

“C’mere,” he said. “It’s okay.”

You tentatively stood and took a step closer to him before he gently guided you down until you were straddling his lap. You exhaled a breath of nerves as you seated yourself and brought your hands up to rest on his shoulders.

“You don’t need to worry,” he said. “I’m not going to push things any further tonight. But, right now, I would really like to keep kissing you. It’ll help me get comfortable with it. Repetition of an action you’re uncomfortable with is proven to retrain your mind in how you view the action.”

You grinned. “Is that the only reason you’d like to keep kissing me? To prove a scientific fact?”

“It’s more like a psychological fact. You see, in moments of intense satisfaction or pleasure, the brain releases something called dopamine which causes -”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish before you leaned in and kissed him again. 

The psychological facts could wait.

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[hottielindholm]

hey can we get some buddie fic recs? only if you feel like it obviously.

Ok off the bat I’m gonna tag people I read from every time they post smth @evanbucxley @hmslusitania @littlespooneven @fangkinkdiaz @cinematicnomad @finduilasclln @evcndiaz @werewolfdiaz @vampirebuckley

★ underneath my scars by woodchoc_magnum

Post 5x01 "Panic", in which Eddie struggles with his panic attacks, Buck helps him through it, and they find their way to each other.

★ Strong and Able by middyblue (daisyblaine)

Or, things Buck has made: a bench; a cutting board; a skateboard; a safe home; a dinner; a family.

Kicks and Giggles by alexmercer

“The laughing gas,” Buck moaned, sounding mortified. “Please don’t tell me I did anything illegal.” Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Do you usually do illegal things on laughing gas?” “I stole a dog once,” Buck admitted. “Ah. Then it’s a good thing I told you that we couldn’t stop to pet every single dog we saw.” ~ While still under the effects of laughing gas after a trip to the dentist, Buck ends up running his mouth a bit and saying a few things he might have normally kept to himself, much to everyone's amusement and Eddie's delight.

look into your heart and you'll find love by soyxunxperdedor

It starts after Eddie’s Abuela breaks her hip.

Not an auspicious start, and certainly not a sexy one, but after Buck introduces him to Carla he’s so damn grateful he barely waits for the door to shut behind her before he’s crowding Buck up against the kitchen counter and dropping to his knees.

-or-

Eddie falls into a friends with benefits relationship with Buck, and then he just keeps falling.

The Heart of Christmas by elless

After coming out to his parents doesn’t go well for Eddie, Buck is determined to give him the perfect Christmas.

★ I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies

“You should just move in,” Eddie said one night.  They were already laying in bed, Buck’s face half-buried in his pillow.

“Where would I sleep, Eddie,” Buck deadpanned, sleep heavy in his voice.

“Here,” Eddie said, not entirely sure how Buck missed that part.  “The same place you’ve been sleeping.”

Bobby raised an eyebrow when Buck updated his address on all of the necessary paperwork, but Eddie wasn’t entirely sure what the big deal was.

~~~~~~~

Buck and Eddie had always been unconventional. Neither of them gave it much thought – they were just them. Buck and Eddie - partners, best friends, co-parents – just as entangled in each other’s lives as any actual couple in the 118.

Or, the story of how Buck and Eddie went about their relationship in entirely the wrong order.

Without You, I'll Never Be Home by The_Forgotten_Nobody

“Right, well…” Eddie rubs the back of his head. “If you want, you’re free to spend the night at ours. I know you’re probably gonna be tired still and I thought that, uh, it might be nice. It didn’t seem right letting you go home alone after everything you did.”

-

After the tsunami, Eddie invites Buck to stay with him and Christopher.

★ Two Minutes For Roughing by ok_thanks

They trade for a winger after Buck’s second season. When he walks into the dressing room a few days later, Buck freezes in his place.

Chim and Bobby are huddled in the corner, openly staring from their stalls.

“Who the hell is that?”

Bobby simply shrugs. “Eddie Diaz. New winger out of Dallas.”

or: the hockey AU that literally NO ONE asked for

How to Find Home by wilddragonflying

Inspired by this post on tumblr

Buck's been on his own since before he joined the 118; never really had a territory, never had a pack, but that changes the day he meets Eddie Diaz.

It just takes a while for them to realize it, that's all.

5 'platonic' terms of endearment (+1 that definitely means more) by coupe_de_foudre

“Shut up, darling, it’s nothing. Now get gone, my son is waiting to hear how the pirates found the purple dinosaur.” He laughs again before pulling his phone away from his ear, hanging up the call with an achingly soft smile at his screen.

Ana chews her lip, looking away.

Is it weird that her boyfriend has never called her ‘darling’ but calls his best friend that?

We Really Should Stop Meeting Like This by GeraskierIsCuteNGL

Buck doesn't know how much time passes before he hears his door opening, Eddie calling out his name in search of him. Buck reluctantly gives away his location, heart in his ass as Eddie ascends the steps. He can practically hear the raising of Eddie's eyebrows when he takes in the spectacle. Buck tries to turn his head to catch a glimpse of him but it feels too much like he's pulling a muscle.

"I'd say this isn't what it looks like, but I don't think anyone would believe me," Buck says, laughing to fend off the heat in his cheeks.

"So this is what you meant by stuck. Honestly, I was expecting to come in and see you halfway in the washer because you got curious enough to see if you could fit."

In all fairness, that's something Buck has done before.

"Surprise?"

★ how to peel oranges by iphigenias

“Buck?” Eddie’s voice is scratchy when he answers the phone and Buck instantly regrets calling. He pulls it away from his ear, notes the time in the top left corner—1:47, fuck.

“Shit, sorry,” he says. “I didn’t even think about the time. Just—forget it, Eds, fuck.”

“Hey.” Eddie’s voice is still rough but clearer, more distinct. “I’m awake now so tough shit, tell me what’s going on.”

Buck laughs, humourlessly. His legs are tangled and sweaty in his sheets and it’s definitely too hot to be wearing sweats and socks to bed but he can’t bring himself to move. He swipes at the damp on his forehead. “What do you think?”

There’s a pause. “Do you wanna tell me what it was about?”

“Not really.”

“Okay.” On the other end of the line there’s some rustling, like Eddie’s getting out of bed, then a yawn. Buck takes the sound and tucks it in between his palms, a benediction. “Do you wanna hear about Chris’ book report?”

*

Five conversations Buck and Eddie have on the phone + one time they hang up.

Sweet Summer Heat by waywardrenegades

It’s July in LA, there’s a heatwave, and Buck is fucking upset.

★ Actually, Truly by MilenaDaniels

Isabel calls to tell them Eddie's been shot on a Thursday afternoon and by lunch on Friday Helena and Ramon are landing at LAX. When they land, they learn Eddie's already home recovering and has been for two weeks.

----

Or, Helena (and Ramon) tries to find a way back into Eddie's life and doesn't know what to make of finding Buck around every corner she turns.

Diaz Family Dinner: Spaghetti Thursday Edition firstdegreefangirl

“Know what we’re making tonight, kiddo?” Buck stands back up, ruffling Chris’ hair, but Eddie doesn’t think he’s been spotted yet. He’s not trying to hide, but he stays in the doorway, lingering on the edges of the moment until he’s taken it all in.

“Yeah, it’s Thursday,” Chris rolls his eyes, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world, and Eddie tries not to laugh at Buck’s affronted expression. “We’re making spaghetti!”

Buck is the catalyst for the latest Diaz family tradition. Helpful that he's part of the family, before any of them realize just how much.

The Long Road to Boning by redinblack

Happy weewoo day, everyone, here's a fic that I wrote to help me get through the last 3 days of waiting. It was supposed to be pure smut, but apparently I'm incapable of not giving context (of like 5k words).

Have fun. (No cheating and no character bashing happens in this fic. Ana and Taylor are both out of the picture before Buddie happens.)

[earnestly-endlessly]

hi! hope you're doing well :) do you have any domestic!cherik fics? or established relationship ones?

Hi anon, thanks for the ask. I'm doing very well, been super busy because I'm currently moving but it's all good. I have plenty of great domestic/established relationship cherik fics for you. I hope you enjoy!!

Domestic/Established Relationship cherik

Daycare ‘Verse’ – orphan_account, pocky_slash

Summary: A modern AU in which Charles runs a mutant daycare and Erik is his long-suffering engineer boyfriend.

Runs in the Family – Anonysquirrel (chibirisuchan)

Summary: Alex knew his own reputation. Hell, he'd started some of his own reputation, because it kept some of the smarter thugs off his back. Everyone knew Alex's reputation. There was no way Hank didn't know his reputation, but he'd brought Alex into a house with some really expensive things and a lot of innocent little kids and his too-friendly, too-harmless dad.

But clearly Hank hadn't told his family anything about Alex, just like he hadn't told Alex anything about his family. At least, not about the brain-breaking parts of his family.

"I didn't know where to start," Hank said, for the dozenth time.

Gift of the Magi, But Screw it Up – librata

Summary: He doesn't know if he's buying too much, too little, or even the right things at all, because he's never entertained a guest as important as Edie Lehnsherr.

Making perfect – aesc

Summary: As is the case with most trials in Erik's life, this one starts with Charles gazing beseechingly at him and asking him for a favor. Not that their going-on-three years relationship is a trial, even though it started with Charles giving Erik the full benefit of sad blue eyes and asking him if he wouldn't mind opening his car door since he'd locked his keys inside, but still.

Continue firm and constant – aesc

Summary: Moira hasn't seen her old partner in saving the world from threats human and intergalactic, Erik Lehnsherr, for a few years. When she finally does see him again, she finds a man different from the one who's been with her down in the dark and the dirt and the blood... or maybe he isn't so different after all.

After School Special – listerinezero

Summary: Charles was barely seventeen and Erik was his social studies teacher. But after almost fifteen years together, does it really matter how they met?

Terrifying Domesticity – ishipitsobad

Summary: Erik is the most dangerous and notorious mafia boss around for miles, and yet the strangest things terrify him.

For example: his children, and his very pregnant mate.

Trying is Half the Battle – Pookaseraph

Summary: Post-Cuba, no divorce, Charles and Erik are in an established relationship and when Charles gets sick with a random flu bug, they discover that Charles can get pregnant. They then try to get pregnant, and try, and try.

We’ll all be gone for the summer – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles and Erik's usual family beach vacation gets a little bigger when they agree to watch Erik's teenaged twins for the summer. Charles is looking forward to a chance to bond with his step-children. Erik is terrified of screwing them up even more.

A Summer Day So Late in Coming – helens78

Summary: Fifty years after they fell in love, Erik comes to Charles with a proposal that rocks Charles's world.

Still Going Strong – JackyJango

Summary: Speaking of forty-eight, Erik hates it. Hates it even more that others are aware of it. While he’s pragmatic enough to know and accept that aging is inexorable, the increase in number gives the people around him the freedom to pounce at him with questions, opinions and advice he'd fought to keep at bay all year.

Besides, Erik believes that youth is a state of mind, not a phase in one’s life.

You have a child’s mind in a man’s body, Charles constantly tells him.

But despite his age, Erik is healthy. He works out daily. His muscles are steel and he can dead-lift four hundred pounds. He can break bones without breaking a sweat. Most importantly, he can still carry Charles to the bedroom and fuck him senseless. And as long as Erik can do that, he’s perfectly happy.

Before You Attempt Me (Fair Warning) – kianspo

Summary: Charles helps Raven get ready for the prom. Surprisingly, that part goes well. The prom itself not so much. Erik cooks a lot of unhealthy comfort foods and is incredibly patient. Charles mostly frets about everything, until Erik does something neither he, nor Raven see coming.

And now you will not be alone any more – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik gives driving, sewing, and cooking lessons, soothes nightmares, bolsters self-esteem, and still can't figure out why Charles keeps smiling at him like that.

Some sense of touch and a melody – pocky_slash

Summary: On a day when Charles, for once, finds himself saying the right thing to everyone he sees, he allows himself to be talked into a field trip to a local orchard.

It’s kind of our whole thing – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: After two years of best friendship, Charles and Erik thought they knew everything there was to know about each other. They're surprised, then, when their first summer as a couple reveals that they have a lot to learn about each other and themselves.

Indulgence – grim_lupine

Summary: “The children are still asleep,” Charles murmurs groggily, flinging an arm out as if searching for Erik beside him. “The house is still standing, this is a ghastly hour, and more importantly, I’m still here. Why do you insist on doing this every morning?”

Your Father’s Daughter – ConsultingWriter

Summary: Wanda proves just how much she takes after Erik.

Pietro reeled back before leaning back in "They didn't tell you what happened? Wanda got in a fist fight and totally wailed on this guy, I mean, on one hand I feel kinda embarrassed for him, but it was so epic."

Erik's eyebrows shot to his hairline. Wanda got in a fight? That was....surprising, to say the least. Wanda tended to take after Charles in temperament and preferred talking to violence.

This Crazy Game Called Life – chiasmus

Summary: Raven declares game night in the mansion. Sean finds an elephant, Erik inherits one hundred unwanted cats, and Charles scars Hank for life with misdirected dirty thinking. This is five thousand-something words of crack with a dose of schmoop. I'm not sorry. Written for this kink meme prompt: Raven is tired of the boys going off to play chess (if they're even playing chess!) and pulls out a load of board games from one of the closets in the mansion. Madness ensues.

To my roomba with love – sareyen

Summary: There are a lot of things that Erik loves about Charles. He loves all of the obvious things; Charles’s kindness, his intelligence, his laughter, his eyes. He also loves the little private things; the way Charles sneaks Erik his unwanted tomatoes, his warbled opera singing in the shower, that sensitive spot on his hip.

And he loves the silly things about Charles, especially the way the man has a habit of talking to inanimate objects when he thinks no one is looking. Charles has conversations with the kettle, the washing machine, and their roomba – and every time Erik eavesdrops on him, he falls in love with the man a little bit more.

Everything About it is a Love Song – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's spent fifty years being a figurehead and he's ready to leave that behind. Luckily, so is Charles.

(aka Old Retired Dudes in Love)

A Very Xavier-Lehnsherr Christmas – zamwessell

Summary: Erik is discovering new things about Charles Xavier all the time. Charles sometimes talks in his sleep. Often about food. Occasionally in Latin. Charles has a scar on his left thigh from attempting to demonstrate relativity to a girl by sitting on a hot stove. Charles doesn’t mean to be so loud when they make love, but sometimes Charles can’t help himself.

Charles is a voracious reader. Charles has an unspeakably filthy imagination. Charles will try anything in bed twice to make sure he wasn’t wrong the first time.

Charles is unexpectedly fond of Christmas. Perhaps that is not the phrase. “Unhealthily obsessed” might be better.

The fluffiest holiday fluff you ever read in your dang life.

Of Crabs and Castles – flightinflame 

Summary: Charles and Erik take their children to the beach. Wanda builds a sandcastle, Nina makes some friends, and Pietro gets some exercise. Some family fun in the sunshine.

Bring Your Daughter To Work Day – listerinezero

Summary: Charles brings three year old Lorna to class with him.

Glasses – grim_lupine

Summary: Charles blinks at him bemusedly, but Erik barely notices because Charles is wearing glasses— wire-rimmed, and Erik can feel the metal humming, traces without touch the way they follow the curve of Charles’s nose and rest behind his ears.

Genetics Isn’t Sexy – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles lectures. The kids aren't very responsive. Erik, on the other hand....

Peanut Butter and Honey (The Fairytale Remix) – pocky_slash

Summary: Once upon a time there was a Princess named Anya who lived in a house with her Daddy and her wicked stepmother Charles. (A wicked stepmother is the person who comes and lives with princesses and their daddies after their mommies go away.) She had a best friend named Leroy, and one day he was lost.

The Bystander (The Consultant (aka A Westchester Telepath in the Avengers Tower) Remix) – Nanimok

Summary: When it comes to Professor Charles Xavier, telepath, SHIELD consultant and compulsive flirt, no one is safe.

Not even the Big Three.

[bwbatta]

six - confessions

Abstract: Draco and you are just friends so doing him a favour and pretending to be his girlfriend wouldn’t effect your friendship right?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst

Word count: 2960

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one, turn it upp! ...I won’t lie, i’ve been putting off writing this purely because I don’t want to stop writing this. Anyway, the final part is finally here and I’m so happy to be sharing it with you all! 

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 5

Draco signed his name quickly and looked back at the letter he’d written. It was simple enough to get his point across, yet the repercussions from sending this could be huge. 

The blonde heir was adamant though. If this is what it took, then he would gladly accept whatever consequences came his way. He could figure it out, he always did. 

Taking a breath in to help stabilise his thoughts and nerves, he quickly put his quill down before he wrote anything else that wasn’t needed. Reading it through once more, he made sure his words were enough for now. 

Father,

I apologise for not responding sooner to your previous letter, I was at a loss for a while as to what to write.

I understand our family values and as much as I uphold them for our family’s benefit, my relationship or any of my relationships are my choice. Whilst she is not pureblood, she is not muggleborn either and both of her parents have magic, which is why I ask you to at the very least consider giving Y/N a chance.

With respect, I will not determine my relationship on your opinions, especially since you haven’t met her.

You understand there aren’t many things I would go against you on, but this is something I feel particularly strongly about. 

Regards, 

Draco

Nodding his head, he quickly folded the letter and attached it to his family’s owl. With a screech, the bird took off. 

All Draco could do now was wait.

“Please?! You’re the best person at charms that I know, you would be my favourite person on earth?!”

“Blaise-”

“Y/N please, Flitwick might push for me to be kicked out of Hogwarts if I don’t pass this test”

You snorted unattractively as you walked down the corridor, arms riddled with books. On your way to the Herbology greenhouses for your afternoon lesson, you were blitzed by Blaise who had been trying to convince you for the last five minutes to help him write his essay which was due in a couple days time. 

Blaise and you had nearly made it into the greenhouses when Professor Sprout stopped him at the door.

“You’re not in my class today Mr Zabini, I suggest you get heading towards your own class before you’re late.”

The elder witch gave him a stern look to which he smiled at, trying to lower her strict exterior. 

“I just need to talk to Y/N about something really important really quickly, Professor. It’ll only take a minute?”

“No” she rolled her eyes at the boy, “you can do that in your own time.”

“But, Professor-”

“No buts Zabini-”

“Alright Blaise, I’ll do it” you finally caved, seeing as the boy would most likely be reduced to ash from Sprout’s harsh stare otherwise. 

“Astronomy tower, 8pm?”

“Wait-”

“Okay bye!”

Without another word he turned and rushed off back inside the castle, heading to whatever his next lesson was, leaving you partially annoyed, partially awkward at the look Sprout was now sending you.

“Inside” she cocked her head towards the doorway and with a defeated look you headed into the greenhouse. 

You hadn’t been back to the Astronomy tower, despite classes, since that fight between Draco and you and you weren’t too keen on returning. Blaise however, had given you no choice in the matter as you probably wouldn’t see him until that time you’d agreed to meet. This meant you’d have to suck up your anxieties about the tower and get over yourself. 

If only it were that easy.

Your free period was rather quiet today you reckoned but you couldn’t put your finger on why it was so quiet? 

The twins weren’t around and neither were Harry and Ron, yet that was normal since you were studying in the library with Hermione. Though Hermione didn’t really talk much when you two studied, something still felt off.

Not to mention the other thing which was bothering you was how Blaise acted earlier? He was normally the most relaxed person you knew, but his earlier rushed and fretted actions also seemed wrong.

You snorted at the thought in your head; imagine if he was trying to set you back up with Draco at the astronomy tower later?!

Another sigh left your lips as you continued to try and figure out what else felt off. Hermione’s eyes darted from the essay she was writing to you sat opposite her. 

“Is there something bothering you?”

You met her stare awkwardly and shrugged slightly. 

“I don’t know, does something feel off to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s too quiet, you know? I can’t put my finger on what it is though.”

“Maybe it’s because that blonde tumour isn't attached to your side anymore?!” Hermione snorted as she turned back to her work, leaving you staring at her with an unreadable expression. 

Ignoring the remark of how the witch had described Draco, she was right in the way that he did used to surprise you while you were studying. 

Was that it? You were missing him being near you?

You hadn’t really spoken to the Malfoy, only small comments in class when you were next to each other but apart from that, he wasn’t constantly next to you anymore and that bothered you. 

You had to admit you did like fake dating Draco, but that was over, it was a joke, a favour, nothing more. So why the hell would you accept anything to go back to him annoying you, him being at your side constantly, or his arm around you 90% of the time?

Then you froze.

You knew exactly why.

Holy shit, you loved him. Like actually loved him. 

Slowly starting to freak yourself out, you sat back in your chair as your mind whirred around that fact. 

He’s Draco. 

He’s one of your best friends and now everything was so messed up because he’s Draco.

Stubborn, bratty, arrogant Draco.

Who likes Draco?!

And then it hits you again. You do, you really really do. 

Because he’s Draco.

Because he cares about you and would do anything for you. Just like you’d do anything for him. He might be stubborn, but so are you. He might be bratty and spoilt because of his parents, but he actively spoils you just because he can. And he might be arrogant to everyone else, but you know how humble he could be and acts around you. His reaction after you opened your Christmas present proved that enough. 

Holy shit. 

These feelings are going to ruin whatever’s between you, friendship or not, because how the hell could you keep this to yourself? How the hell could you not tell him you loved him?

The only thing was... you were the second person to ask yourself that today. 

Draco paced in the tower, a letter held tightly in his hand as he waited for you to show up. Guaranteed it wasn't 8pm yet, but he was still so anxious for when you did actually turn up. Were you going to turn up?

A lot of things had flown through his mind today, some putting him on edge as to whether his plan to get you back would work, yet nothing had made him as anxious as when the letter arrived from his father earlier that day.

It was slightly wrinkled now from how much he had fiddled with it in his hands and with a frown, Draco tucked it back into his pocket, forcing himself to take a long breath as he did so and run his hands nervously through his hair.

Not even a moment passed before he heard the door below slam shut and your footsteps approach. A brief flash of panic flew through his body like he’d been electrocuted, what if this was a bad idea? What if you didn’t want him like he wanted you and he would just look like a complete idiot?

All the thoughts in his head however vanished as soon as you reached the top step and your eyes locked on his. 

Neither of you said anything at first and the silence was almost deafening.

“Fucking Blaise,” you rolled your eyes at yourself. “Earlier I bet myself he’d do something like this.”

“It was actually my idea”

“...I see” 

“Surprised?” 

You snorted

“No.” You hid your grin at the look of offence present on his face, “I knew one of you would come up with something like this. I had my money on Blaise as he was the one I spoke to earlier. Despite how much you love being mysterious and complicated Draco, you’re like an open book to me.”

The wizard let out a snort, he had a feeling she would figure something was up. They really did know each other well.

The silence stilted in the air again and felt heavy despite the fresh air surrounding them. 

You looked down, avoiding the blue eyes that watched you. Despite being in love with him, you had no idea what to actually say to him. Luckily he took the lead.

“It was really stupid.”

You frowned, before you forced yourself to glance towards him, eyes catching on how he was looking at you.

“What was?”

“The fact we thought we could pretend and fake an entire relationship with no consequences.”

You didn’t say anything. 

“I mean let’s be honest,” Draco scoffed a laugh, “we really thought that everything would go back to how it was before? That was stupid. Also the fact that the whole ‘having a fake girlfriend’ thing wasn’t really working for me.”

He paused to assess your reaction for a moment before continuing on. 

“We were great as a fake couple, sure. We were also great at being friends, I mean... that was before I kissed you and fell in love with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the confession. A smile grew faintly on his face as he took in your reaction. After realising you weren’t going to bolt, he took a couple steps closer until he stood right before you, his toes almost touching your own. 

“This whole fake dating thing was so stupid in so many ways except for one; how it made me realise how much I genuinely want to be your boyfriend.”

Draco shrugged sightly like it was no big deal, but inside he had to remind his lungs to work.

Why hadn’t you said anything yet? Maybe because he can’t stop his mouth from talking? Should he stop talking? His mouth opened again before he could stop himself.

“I want you. I want us. But I want it for real, not some half-assed, pathetic excuse of relationship which is all just an act and makes us question where we stand with each other.” 

His voice lowered to a whisper but you heard him perfectly. 

“Draco... I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“You do?”

“Yes, but I can’t help the fact that I’m not a pureblood and your parents won’t accept me-”

“Wait, okay, hold on.”

Digging his hand into his pocket, he fished out the crumpled letter and attempted to flatten it out slightly. 

“I sent my father a letter in response the one you read the other day and I got this back earlier today. Just... just read it.”

He held the letter out at you with such a serious expression causing you to frown, you took it from him wondering what was in it. Opening the parchment, your eyes immediately flicked back to the blonde once more, only to find him watching your every movement.

“Draco,

I don’t believe you understand the seriousness of what you’re asking from your mother and I. You have a duty to this family to uphold and despite the notion that you wouldn’t disobey me with much, this is still a vital factor of those duties.

Nevertheless, you expressed your seriousness for this girl, coupled with your mother’s bickering about at least meeting her, I will give you one chance. We will meet her if she values the seriousness and significance of our values. If she does not however, then you will end whatever you have with her. 

You understand in the near future, things will change. You need to be as prepared as possible.

Regards,

Lucius Malfoy”

You read the letter once through, then twice, then once more. Your mind was in a flurry at the words, taking them in and the weight they held. Draco’s parents had agreed to give you a chance, however it came with a price and one you were in two minds about taking. 

On one hand, you could be with Draco and support him through whatever hell was coming your way, as long as you abided by their blood purity mania, which, if Harry was right, meant Voldemort. On the other hand, it meant not having the Malfoy boy in your life.

Your eyes finally left the words and flicked back up to meet Draco’s own. His expression was unreadable as he waited for your reaction.

“Well, that’s intense”

“You can’t really expect anything less from my father.”

“I gathered that.”

Your eyes landed on the elder Malfoy’s name once more and you bit your lip slightly. 

“I said once I would be willing to get mixed up in this for you, and I stand by it, Draco. I don’t know whatever's going to happen in the future but I know I want you by my side through it.”

“I can’t ask you to do that-“

“You’re not asking me, I’m telling you I want you and I’ll do whatever it takes to be at your side.”

“Y/N-”

“Draco, I love you, let me do this for you. I can play whoever your parents want me to be.”

Draco didn’t say anything more but stared at you with a half smile on his face. Your eyebrows knitted together as you caught sight of it, not really sure where the expression came from. Talking about faking your views on blood purity and Voldemort wasn’t really a cause for smiling.

“What?”

“Say it again?”

“Say what again?”

“You love me.”

You realised then. You’d told him you loved him in amidst all that but you hadn't even realised it. Well, that’s one way to admit it. 

“I love you,” you said with no hesitation as a smile grew on your own face. “I want you, for real. No fake relationship, just us.”

As quick as you’d finished speaking, Draco’s lips were on yours. It was chaotic, unscripted and messy, but it was real. 

Your hands slid to the back of his head, fingers burying themselves in his hair as his hands gripped your waist tightly, pressing you to him. He kissed you with such passion you swore your heart stopped for a split second.

How the hell had you both faked this for so long?!

Taking a break, he pulled away but rested his forehead on yours, not wanting too much distance. 

“If you’re all in Y/N, so am I. I’ll protect you with my life, you may’ve been my friend first, but you’re everything to me now.”

His lips pressed against yours again, much softer this time like he was trying to memorise and convince himself you were really there. That this was really happening.

“Draco Malfoy, I’m all in.”

You were surprised the next day for two reasons.

One; for how many people had actually bet on Draco’s and your relationship. George got his five galleons back from Fred again after the news reached them. He happily took the money from his brother before lifting his glass to you from across the hall in thanks. 

Both Crabbe and Goyle owed Blaise 10 galleons, though you supposed he had an unfair advantage, (not that you’d tell the duo). 

But the second thing which surprised you was the letter you received at lunch from the headmaster himself. 

Dumbledore had barely even looked in your direction, let alone spoken to you personally, so the note you got from him asking to meet him in his office later spiked your anxiety. 

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Hermione shrugged before lowering her voice to a whisper. “It’s probably something to do with the DA or Umbridge.”

“Hermione, I didn’t even think he knew I existed, now he’s asking me to come have a chat?”

“Just go, you’ll never know otherwise and you’ll keep fretting.”

The rest of your day passed quickly and you found yourself before the headmaster’s office later that evening. Taking another quick look at the note in your hand, scribbled at the bottom was a comment about him liking sherbet lemons which stuck out to you.

“Sherbet lemons?”

The gargoyle surprised you by jumping out the way, opening up the staircase to you. Without another thought, you climbed the stairs and knocked on the wooden door. 

“Come in.”

Pushing the door open, Dumbledore turned to face you as you entered the room. With a smile, he greeted you and offered you the seat opposite him as he took his own.

Sitting, your knee started to bounce while your anxiety kicked in wondering what the hell was going on. 

“Y/N- can I call you Y/N? Relax, you’re not in any trouble at all, don’t worry.”

“Can I ask then, why am I here sir?”

“Well, I actually have a job for you if you’re interested? I understand you’re in a unique position where you’re willing to do anything possible to be with the young Mr Malfoy.”

You immediately frowned, how the hell did he know that?!

“What kind of job?”

“A job to join the Order of the Phoenix. I want you to act as a spy for me within Voldemort’s ranks.”