#...my bag which i happened to leave my car keys in

[j8kethewizz]

Happy 4/13. I may be stupid...

[armpirate]

Borrowed Skin || JJK

pairing: JK x fem!reader || Obsessive love, Impersonation

w.c.: 6.3k

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), protected sex, teasing (Minors DNI! Refrain from reading if you're not +18, and ignore if you don't like this type of content)

Aprox. time of reading: 28 minutes

Summary: Something felt different about your boyfriend, Junghoon, after not seeing each other for four days, though you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Familiar gestures felt slightly foreign, shared memories were met with hesitation, and the faintest shadows of someone else lingered in his eyes. What you didn't know was that Jungkook, his twin brother, had killed your boyfriend to take his place. Hungry for a life he could never have any other way, he came up with a plan in order to claim the love he had always desired.

MASTERLIST

It was late evening, and your phone buzzed with a message from Junghoon, your boyfriend. You met a few years ago. It was like the first scene of the couple in a romantic movie, with your hands brushing momentarily as you both went to pick up the same thing in the supermarket. You could almost say it was instant, just one look and a bit of conversation, and you both knew neither wanted to move away from each other.

Everything was perfect, except for his brother, Jungkook. They were almost identical, except for the tattoos on Junghoon's arm that covered his full sleeve, which his brother didn't have. Same with their piercings. Jungkook only had a few on his ears, while Junghoon also had two on his lips.

The differences weren't only physical:

Junghoon was always the responsible one, the kind of person who double-checked plans and took pride in being dependable. He had a steady, grounded energy that made you feel safe. You loved that about him. He was attentive, but not overly sentimental, he showed his care through actions, not words. Although, lately, that side of him was also fading.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He thrived on chaos, living in the moment without thinking of consequences. He'd always been a wildcard, the kind of guy who could light up a room but also burn it down. And the kind of guy who would constantly get Junghoon in trouble constantly when they were still close.

You remembered the tension between them vividly: Junghoon often vented about Jungkook's reckless choices, saying things like, "He thinks life's a game, but it's not. One day, he's going to go too far." Jungkook would retaliate with sarcastic remarks, mocking Junghoon for being too uptight.

Their arguments weren't just sibling spats, they were deep, filled with years of unresolved jealousy and blame. It made it easy for you to tell them apart, not just in personality but even in how they carried themselves. Junghoon's calm demeanor was worlds away from Jungkook's restless energy, which always ended up with your boyfriend also being dragged in whatever problem he was in.

You sighed when reading your boyfriend's text. He had been away all weekend, he actually canceled plans with you at the last minute on Friday, which you simply shrugged off, because it wasn't the first time it happened. He always had a last minute conference for his book, a last minute presentation or interview he couldn't place.

Junghoon: What are you doing?

Y/n: I'm coming back home... Where are you?

Junghoon: I went to the gym

Y/n: You? To the gym? You hate it...

Junghoon: Yup. Thought it'd be time to give it a chance

You simply rolled your eyes, leaving your small bag at the passenger's side of your car, your lip trapped under your teeth as you looked at the screen.

Junghoon: Do you want to do something now?

Y/n: Like what?

Junghoon: Prepare some blankets and some snacks, we're cuddling until dinner time.

You were confused, but you weren't going to oppose him. You actually liked the idea of doing something together after so long.

Junghoon: I'm on my way

Y/n: Okay. I'm shopping, but I'll be there in 10. Use your keys if early

Jungkook smiled at the text looking back at him, his smirk widening at the idea of seeing you after so long, for the first time in Junghoon's skin. He had always seen you from afar, always hooked on his brother's arm, but that night things would be different.

Even if it took him erasing Junghoon from the equation and taking his place, Jungkook would be finally able to be right where he belonged: right next to you.

His heartbeat kept beating faster as he approached your building... And a question popped up: would you be able to tell he wasn't Junghoon? Or would he be able to play your boyfriend so well that you wouldn't notice?

After he parked the motorbike, he played with the keys in his hand, the item tingling in his fingers as he looked at the mailbox to confirm which one was your door.

The house was a reflection of you: warm and orderly, with small imperfections that spoke of a life lived rather than curated. He exhaled slowly, steadying the tremor in his fingers. That wasn't the first step; that had been weeks ago. But this was the moment he crossed the line, fully stepping into Junghoon's life. Into your life. Officially adopting an identity and a personality that didn't belong to him only so he'd be able to be with you.

"Love?" his voice sounded a bit deeper than usual when calling for you.

After not hearing from you after a few seconds, he assumed you didn't arrive yet and closed the door behind him. His helmet rested on the backrest of your couch as he planned on walking around. You didn't have many details in the living room, but it was obvious on the small frames placed on the shelves on both sides of your TV that you liked to make it known that house was yours. Guilt and worry held onto his chest as his eyes fell on a picture you had with Junghoon, then to a new one.

And he wondered... was he going to be able to play the perfect boyfriend his brother always was?

Before he could think any deeply about it, the door clicked behind him, and he suddenly turned to see you. Your small frame was bent more towards one side than the other, because the weight of the bags you were carrying in one hand was too heavy.

Jungkook walked to you before you could open your mouth, his hands brushing against yours and forcing him to ignore the electricity to act as normal as he could.

"Thank you, love" you whispered, closing the door.

His walk was intuitive, thanking himself for being early and taking a look around your place to know where things were. Your tracks stopped when you spotted the helmet, ignoring the rustle from the bags in the kitchen.

"What's with the helmet?" you asked confused.

For a moment, he didn't respond, his face unreadable. Then he laughed, a little too quickly, a little too loud. "Oh, that? It's not mine. It's... a friend's. He brought me on his motorbike. I've been meaning to return it."

You frowned. "A friend's?"

He shrugged, still moving inside the kitchen, knowing his lie would be caught as soon as you looked him in the eye. "Yeah, someone I met at the gym" he said, mentioning it like it was no big deal.

And it wouldn't be... if it weren't because his brother wasn't the perfect boyfriend he always showed off to be.

He assumed you'd already know everyone in Junghoon's workplace and his group of friends, adding someone in the picture from a background you didn't know of was a quick way of escaping, without any more questions.

You nodded slowly, still trying to process the oddness of it all. You didn't want to be paranoid. Hell, you promised you left behind all of your insecurities and doubts after what happened, but you couldn't help but let all of those feelings come back at you again with Junghoon's strange behavior that night. Showing up in the middle of the night, so eager to see you, with that same nervousness... It almost felt like a throwback to...

You shook your head, trying to erase those thoughts.

"Do I know this friend?" you asked, half-joking, trying to shake the strange feeling gnawing at your stomach.

He paused, the rustle of bags suddenly stopping. "I don't think so," he said lightly. "I told you it was someone from the gym."

The answer should have satisfied you, but it didn't. Something about the way he avoided any type of honesty when he spoke made your chest tighten. You didn't push further, though. You told yourself it was nothing -Junghoon was just tired. Maybe he really had changed, even in small ways. People did, right?

The rustle of the bags came back as you started making your way to the kitchen, his wide back completely eclipsing whatever he was doing on the counter. "Come on," he said, flashing you that familiar smile over his shoulder, "I'll let you pick a movie to watch until it's time for dinner."

You returned his smile, letting yourself be pulled into the comfort of the moment. Although it lasted just a short moment, because your teeth trapped your lower lip before you could even control yourself.

"Babe" you called him, getting his attention. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I mean..." you readjusted yourself in the kitchen, resting against the wall, shifting your position so you'd be able to look at him "There's no secrets between us".

Jungkook hesitated, knowing what your gaze meant. Yet, at the same time, he knew that look wasn't because you were suspicious of his fake personality. It was something else he couldn't decipher, but it made his heart shrink with a guilt he wasn't the owner of.

"I do have something to tell you" he finally said.

As much as you'd have loved to be relieved by that sentence, it made your pulse quicken. Because last time it started the exact same way.

"The helmet" he said, trying to control himself by redirecting his thoughts on the conversation "is mine. I didn't want to tell you, because it was going to be a surprise, but I'm a mess and ruined it. I've been studying to get the license" he finally admitted. "I bought a motorbike recently..."

"You did what?" you frowned. "That's..." definitely better than everything you had imagined. "Oh god, that's great" you smiled widely. "The amount of things we'll be able to do, and all the places we'll go".

Jungkook's heart fluttered at the way your expression changed, opening the door to an excited rambling with several ideas you were clearly already thinking of.

"You liked the surprise, baby?"

"Yes, yes" you nodded repeatedly. "You kept it to yourself so well, I wouldn't have seen it coming at all".

"Yeah... I thought it'd be better for all the plans I want to do with you, hmm? We could go on a small trip during your holidays, I could pick you up from work..."

"I... You didn't even hint at it. You're usually so bad at keeping secrets" you sighed, relieved at what he was keeping from you.

"It was a surprise worth of keeping from you"

"I'm happy though" you smiled at him, started to take out all the groceries you bought. "I'm happy you finally got a license. I would have rathered it to be a car, you know, it's safer. But it's great" to prolong the comfort and happiness, you turned to him with a smile, finding him supporting himself on the doorframe "It's really great" you nodded again. "You know what?"

"What, baby?"

"I bought you your favorite dessert"

He tried to hide the surprise and confusion, knowing damn well you're referring to Junghoon's. Trying to keep himself from messing it up, he opted for a neutral answer: "You're spoiling me, baby".

As he watched you pacing around the kitchen, putting all the things perfectly in the drawers, he couldn't help but notice how you seemed comfortable in his presence, unaware that he wasn't your boyfriend, a little too happy with the domestic aura it all gave. For one second, he could only feel guilty of not doing what he did earlier.

"You're not going to ask why I showed up unannounced?" he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, trying to push away the guilt that gnawed at him. But at the same time, the feeling of having you in his arms was exhilarating.

"Why?" you asked softly, leaning into his body.

"I missed you" he murmured in your ear, his voice low and filled with desire. His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

His eyes shut close when your fingers moved up to his hair, enjoying the feeling. Your touch sent shivers down his spine, making him crave more. Instinctively his body against yours, his lips finding their way to your neck, planting soft kisses along your skin.

"I love you" he subconsciously said, with his lips attached to your scent while his hands roamed through your curves.

"Baby" you puckered your lips, touched by his words "I love you, too".

He buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent and trying to commit it to memory, while his fingers ran through it, gently massaging your scalp as you stood there in your kitchen.

He slid his hands underneath your shirt, caressing your bare skin, making you hum at how warm he surprisingly felt. "You're so warm" you mumbled, snuggling closer.

"You feel so nice and soft in my arms" one of his hands made its way down to your thigh. "Hmm, the best" he gave your thigh a light squeeze and then slowly ran his fingers up and down the outside, moving his digits until they brushed against the hem of the fabric of your t-shirt.

"I'm glad you came" you confessed with a soft whisper.

Jungkook smiled against your shoulder, his face hiding in the crook of your neck "Why wouldn't I be here doing what I love the most?"

"Well... You always say your job is so important".

Junghoon loved you, you knew he did, but he also found a million other things more important than you, and he didn't hesitate to remind you. Now, having him behind you, his chest stuck to your back as he hugged you tight when he was supposed to be at work, you felt a warmth in your heart you hadn't felt in a long while.

"Of course it is, but you're even more important to me" he chuckled at your action, loving the way you tried to fit against his body.

You were tired of the amount of times you'd heard that same sentence on him, only to be paid dust all the time. But, somehow, those words felt so genuine that night...

"From now on, I promise I'll focus on you only. I promise" he whispered, with his lips brushing against your earlobe.

"I'm glad our arguments finally got some sense for you" you joked, although you weren't really joking.

For one second, Jungkook wondered how his brother could even think of believing anything was more important than being with you in his arms. How could Junghoon ever think of not putting you in first place?

"You don't know how much I hated those arguments, baby" he looked into your eyes when you turned your face, his gaze and tone both growing somber at the mention.

"Me, too. I hate being mad at you" you kissed his lips.

"Being mad at you was like torture. Those fights felt like hell" slowly, he made you turn on your feet, the feeling of you in his arms already making him feel better.

"What comes after those fights is worth it though" you smirked, hiding your face on his neck.

Jungkook chuckled, endeared by the way you hid how your cheeks turned a lighter shade of pink "Yeah, my clingy baby gets even clingier after our fights" he grinned and his hand rubbed up and down your thigh.

There was something about his touch, his words... or the way he was holding you like he actually wanted you that kept you pushing for more. You started kissing his cheek, but quickly moved down his jaw and throat, feeling him gulp thick under your lips.

"Mmm, baby, that feels nice" he tilted his head to the side to give you even better access to his neck.

You moved back up, your lips rubbing against his. "You like that?"

He brought his hands up to the sides of your face and pulled you closer, his lips hovering over yours, wondering if that was always how you made things up.

"Hmm" he nodded " And I think you're so cute"

He gave your nose a small kiss before kissing your lips softly, gently pulling on your lower lip with his. With every second, he deepened the kiss, gently pushing his tongue into your mouth, pulling and playing with yours. Your fingers sank deeper in his hair, flicking your tongue on his while your hands started moving down his torso. A low hum and a moan escaped his lips as he felt your fingers move, his hands sliding up and down your thighs before eventually gripping your hips. A gasp broke the kiss when you felt his hands on your hips, pressing you a bit harder against his crotch, and as you started to rock your hips against him, you felt that need for him starting to build up.

His teeth crushed on your neck, sucking at the skin to give you a mark as his hips continued to move against yours. His hands traveled down the back of your thighs, digging into your flesh as he started rolling your hips against him, slowly getting addicted to the way you felt against him. He didn't think twice, lifting your body so you were sitting on the counter.

He was left confused when you sat straight in front of him, although your smirk calmed him down almost immediately. His pulse raced up when you started taking your shirt off, his eyes falling down to your chest. His hands moved through your smooth soft skin, traveling up your sides, while his eyes shined as if that was the first time he saw you that way.

You didn't give him time to think, because you bent over to kiss him before he could. His hands were placed on either side of your neck, pulling you back down to his lips, the kiss immediately growing more and more hungry, his tongue immediately seeking access to your mouth again.

"Babe" you whispered against his lips, "what do you want?"

"You, I only want you"

"I'm all yours"

A smirk played on his lips as he heard the words fall so freely from your lips, your eagerness only fueling his hunger for you. The fact that he thought he'd never hear those words from you, and even less dedicated to him, made his head spin. His hands slide up your sides and then down again, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of your pants as he looked into your eyes

"Is that so? You're all mine and mine only?"

"Only yours" you whispered.

You didn't care about how many times you needed to confirm that, because that was the truth.

"Good girl" he groaned, those two words, so simple yet impactful, made your blood run faster through your veins.

He tugged on your pants, signaling for you to lift your hips up a bit so he could take them off, and you helped, supporting your hands on his shoulders to give him enough space to get you naked.

As his eyes traced a silent path through your body, you couldn't help but tilt your head. "Liking what you see?" your hands moved up through his shirt.

His answer, forward yet nervous, came up as if it was the most obvious answer "Shit, I love it"

You didn't need to speak for your boyfriend to help you take off his t-shirt, it was enough with the way you kept moving the black fabric up for him to follow your silent command and do as you wanted, his abs slightly flexing as you exposed him.

"When did you get so bulked up?" you curiously asked when you spotted the difference.

It was then when you realized the big toll routine had on you and your relationship, how you barely noticed the change in his body despite seeing each other almost every day.

"I've been working out a lot lately" he said, smiling nervously, watching your fingers run over his arms.

You could almost hear the pride in his tone as you touched his muscles.

Again, a pang of sadness showed up again across your brain as you realized how long it had been since you were that intimate with your boyfriend. You didn't even notice how toned he was becoming, you didn't even notice the progress as it was happening.

"I see" you chuckled, wrapping your fingers around his neck when you saw him placing himself between your legs.

He hummed and smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, his hands immediately going to your hips, gripping them and pulling you closer to him, his face in line with your neck. He nuzzled your throat, showering the skin there with light kisses.

His lips moved up to your jawline, placing small, slow kisses up your jaw, his hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you even closer, until your hips are rubbing against his again. The mere touching having you whispering in between kisses how bad you craved him, while his hands tightened their grip on your thighs at your words, your desire for him only fueling the lust and hunger for you inside him.

He attached his lips to your neck once more, gently sucking and biting the skin there while his hips rolled up as you grinded against him. The only thing that could ever stop him from devouring you was yourself, and that was exactly what happened.

He let out a soft hum as you touched his back, his hips rolling up against you again at the soft feeling of your fingers. When your digits hit his belt, a smirk played on his lips. "Do you want it off, baby?"

You nodded and you could feel his grip on your thighs loosening to give you space to move in front of him, able to drag your body down his from the counter. He watched you in awe, the movement already sending a wave of excitement through him. When looking down at you, his eyes took in every inch of your bare skin while he undid his belt buckle.

A thick groan left his lips when you played him while undressing him, your fingers barely touching his skin when taking off his dark jeans, earning him calling you a tease with a groan. Your boyfriend didn't hold back, holding your thighs to put you back against his body, the sudden move surprising you, but not letting you back off from teasing him "Yes, I'm a tease, and? You love it".

"Hmm yeah, I do. But I also love you being a good girl"

A smirk immediately plays on his lips as you weren't able to control your legs from pressing together. His hands moved down your body, caressing your bare skin. "Oh? Does someone like being called a good girl?"

It was something... new. It wasn't the type of chat you had while having sex.

He lifted your body once more, making you wrap your legs around him so you'd be steadily placed.

"Grind against me" he said in a deep tone, his hands gripping the small of your back more firmly, wanting to feel you closer.

You positioned yourself correctly enough to do what you were told, your hips almost meeting his, you could feel his hardened bulge, yet you didn't move an inch. "You want this?" you moved your hips down, rolling them for one second before moving them back up.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his patience even at the feeling of you rolling your hips for a second, his own self-control slowly slipping out of his grasp. He gripped your hips harder, wanting to feel you against him even more "Yeah, I want this. I want you. So move against me and be a good girl for me, baby"

Clearly, you weren't going to make it so easy for him.

You bit your lip, bending over until your lips were almost touching his ear "Use the right words".

He shivered involuntarily at your whispered sentence, your breath in his ear sending another wave of excitement through him, the need to be with you growing stronger "Please, baby. Let me feel you, just move against me. You know I'm a patient man, but this is making me lose my damn mind"

"So this" you grind your hips down, moving them back up again "is making you lose your head?"

He let out a low, almost guttural groan at the slow, calculated move of your hips, the friction created by your movements driving him insane "Yeah, you're making me lose my damn mind, baby. You know what you do to me".

You licked his upper lip, your hand holding his chin before you rolled your hips back down against his.

He moaned in consequence, feeling the way you rolled your hips again, his own hips involuntarily bucking up against yours. "Baby... that's it, just keep going like that. Just a little bit more" he held back the urge to take control of your body and just take you right there, trying to keep a bit of my composure.

Although that composure didn't last long, just enough for him to take you to your bedroom.

You didn't know how or when you ended up underneath him, his body trapping yours against the mattress while his lips ghosted over yours "We're done playing now" he assured you. The air was caught in your throat when he brushed his lips against your throat. "I fucking love the way you're all mine" he groaned. "Mine only, hmm? I'll destroy whoever tries to get between us".

You gulped thick when you heard him saying that, unsure if it was just the pleasure ruling him... because he was looking deadly serious.

"What?" he called you "You like knowing that you're all mine and mine alone? You like hearing how I'll do anything to keep you all to myself?"

In three years of relationship, it was the first time you heard Junghoon being so possessive of you. Yet you didn't hate it. Not at all.

He crawled on top of you, his body trapping you beneath him. His fingers skillfully undid the clasp of your bra with a swift motion as soon as his fingertips found it. Your back arched with need as you felt the fabric caressing your skin before disappearing, and it kept folding as his lips started making their way down your body. He paused for a moment to look up at you, his eyes darkened for all the right and wrong reasons as he admired the invisible path he made from your chest to the edge of your underwear.

He held your gaze for a moment, his eyes searching for a hint of suspicion or doubt, for any sign that could make him back down. But he found none, only desire and trust. His fingers hooked into your underwear and pulled them down your legs, his eyes never leaving yours as he got you naked in front of him.

Jungkook moved back up your body, his hands trailing up your thighs as he went. He positioned himself between your legs, his lips finding your collarbone again, leaving a mark that would be difficult to hide, while his heart pounded hysterically against his chest. His desire for you and the guilt of his identity waging a silent war inside him.

But he chose to silent them.

He lifted your leg over his hip, pulling you even closer to him. His body pressed against yours, and the last remaining layers of fabric between you felt like an unbearable barrier. He nipped at your earlobe, his voice a low, demanding whisper "I fucking need you so bad".

"I need you, too"

The way your words echoed his, the way you sounded so out of breath... It all kept clouding his judgement. He knew those words were dedicated to someone else, he knew your body was craving Junghoon, but the thought of his touch exciting you like that only made him growl deep in his throat.

His lips reached the apex of your thighs as he started moving down, pausing for a moment as he looked up at you. Your face was flushed with desire, your eyes darkened with need. He took a moment to memorize the sight before he gave in completely to his desires. Giving you one last look, he bent enough to sink his mouth sensually among your folds, the contact making you hum in pleasure almost instantly.

He ran his tongue over you, savoring the taste of you in his mouth. Your body writhed beneath his touch, your moans and gasps filling the room.. the combination of it all causing his chest to puff with pride, while his tongue dived deeper in you to get a better taste. Jungkook lost himself in you, driven by the overwhelming need to make you his, to make everything he had always dreamed of a reality.

Your moans, the sight of you, your reaction to his touch... it all drove him crazy with a primal need to possess you, to make you his in every way he had thought of ever since Junghoon introduced you to the family. He delved deeper, his tongue exploring you with a fervor that bordered on desperate. Jungkook craved more of those sounds, those sensations, those reactions.

You almost couldn't recognize yourself. The passion, the way your boyfriend was giving himself to you, the way he was sinking his mouth in you as if he wanted to eat you whole and then eat you again. You swore he made you let out sounds you haven't heard on yourself ever before.

"Baby, I need you" you moaned, almost with a plea.

Your words, the need in your voice, the way your body responded to him -it was like fuel to the fire. He wanted -no, he needed- to give you what you were asking for.

Licking your clit one last time, he moved up your body, making sure he showered with kisses every centimeter on the way to your face. Jungkook positioned himself between your legs again, his eyes holding your gaze. His fingers brushed against you, teasing, but never quite giving you what you want. His voice was a low, almost desperate plea:

"Are you ready for me, baby?"

You dedicated him a soft smile, before you nodded and placed your hands on his shoulders "Always".

Your answer, the look on your face -it teared away the last shred of restraint he had. With one movement of his head, he motioned you to get a condom, which you reached effortlessly at the bedside table to hand it to him so he'd wrap himself on the latex. 

His lips claimed your mouth in a deep kiss, while his length slid into you with one movement, filling you completely. It was strange, but he felt like coming home, finally being where he belonged.

For a second, the guilt installed in his brain, reminding him of what he was doing, of the place he was taking over, but how quickly you pulled from his neck and how you linked your lips together worked to get him back to the only thing that mattered: you.

You broke the kiss, moaning when he started moving, a low giggle adorning the room and making Jungkook the weakest he had ever felt. "Fuck, you feel bigger".

He couldn't help but smirk at your words, the need to hear more, to make you feel even more driving him forward. He lifted your leg over his waist again, his lips finding your ear as he murmured: "Is that a good thing, baby? Does it feel good?"

"So fucking good" you closed your eyes, dropping your head back.

He didn't know how long he stayed moving while just looking at you, drinking up all of your reactions, memorizing every small detail on your face with every new wave of pleasure, or the way your nails digged on his skin whenever he angled his hips to reach the right spot. You were so hypnotizing and addictive.

He was done being a viewer, he was the main character of the most devoted love story to ever exist.

Hearing you moan like that, hearing how good he made you feel, pushed him even closer to the edge. Jungkook bit down on your shoulder, just enough to leave a mark, as he tried to hang on just a bit longer. He picked up the pace, driving into you deeper, harder, his eyes fixed on your face, ready for the smallest sign to give you everything you could ask for.

When you opened your eyes, you didn't recognize the dark look in your boyfriend's eyes as he crashed into you, his pace was relentless, like he had been deprived from touching you for years.

Your hands moved instantly to his wrists, trying to find some stability as your body kept bouncing harder against the mattress. Jungkook intertwined his fingers with yours, holding onto you as if he never wanted to let go. He could feel your body responding to his, and could see how close you were.

"Give it to me, baby. Give me everything you have" he asked softly, your hands moving to each side of your head as his body bent over to cover yours.

He held your gaze, he took care of your body, and he walked with you to your high to make sure you wouldn't miss a single beat. Until you both turned into one, your bodies being a mix of shivers and electricity.

Jungkook held you tight, only letting go of your hands to wrap his arms around you and sink his face on the curve of your neck to inhale your scent. You were so his that it physically hurted.

"That was..." you thought for a few seconds, trying to come up with a word "new".

Jungkook curiously moved back to look into your eyes "New? In a good sense?"

"Yeah... Yeah" you nodded, huffing a laugh "Different, in a good sense though. It's just that..." you started to explain, feeling a bit nervous "you're usually so soft and slow, and careful and delicate".

"Am I?" Jungkook lifted his eyebrow, trying to wonder if he allowed his own needs to take control of himself and risk getting exposed. "I just got carried away. I'm sorry if I hurted you".

"Hoon, I've been asking you to be a bit rougher for months" you chuckled "Why are you apologizing? I liked it" while speaking, you tilted your head, looking at him "Maybe we should get even freakier next time".

For a second, Jungkook's lip twitched at hearing his brother's name on your lips, but he recomposed quickly after, letting a smirk be drawn on his face.

"You felt like a completely different person" you chuckled "I liked it".

Jungkook pecked your lips quickly, trying to get rid of the idea that he was indeed a different person.

"Shall we get something for dinner?" he casually asked, hugging you tight in his arms. He stretched his legs lazily,moving his face down to look at you, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. "How about we order something for dinner? I'm starving."

You blinked, surprised. "Order something? You usually insist on cooking after..." you trailed off, cheeks warming.

He tilted his head, the playful grin never faltering. "Figured I'd give us both a break. Besides, my cooking could use a little variety."

Junghoon always prided himself on his cooking, especially after moments like these. It was his way of grounding himself, of caring for you. Still, you shrugged off the unease. He probably was just trying to be thoughtful in a different way.

"What are you in the mood for?" you asked, shifting to grab your phone.

"Anything but Chinese food," he replied quickly. Too quickly.

Your fingers paused mid-air. "But...you love Chinese food."

Jungkook stopped, trying to think of what to say to get away from his own mess.

He hesitated, barely perceptibly, before chuckling. "Right. I meant, I've had enough of it lately. Craving something else."

You nodded slowly, letting it slide, but a faint buzz of doubt lingered in the back of your mind. As you scrolled through the menu options, he got up, moving to his pants on the floor.

His movements were fluid, confident, but lacked the familiarity you'd always known. The way he grabbed the fabric and tossed it on: it wasn't the usual meticulous way Junghoon folded and set aside his clothes.

"Pizza?" he suggested, his voice easy, casual. "Something simple."

Your lips curved into a small smile despite the growing doubts. "Sure, pizza sounds good."

As you placed the order, you caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. He was looking at you, but there was something in his eyes -a hunger, an intensity- that didn't belong to Junghoon. You shook your head, telling yourself it was all in your imagination.

After slipping into your clothes, the two of you left the room, the warm glow of the moment still lingering in the air. Junghoon walked beside you, his arm brushing yours occasionally as you both made your way to the living room.

"What time should the food get here?" he asked, glancing at you.

"About thirty minutes," you replied, checking the confirmation on your phone. "Plenty of time to relax."

Jungkook moved first, wrapping his arm around your waist to drag you with him over the couch, making sure both of you falled over it, your body almost over his lap, as he cuddled you tight. Something so simple as that had you instantly feeling better, instantly forgetting about any doubts or insecurities, vanishing that sense of unease and anxiety, to welcome comfort and love.

You didn't realize, but you started rubbing your cheek against his chest, while your hands held tight on his arms, your eyes closed while you allowed his scent fill your nostrils.

You were tired of being suspicious, and always ending on the worst of the conclusions, because small changes didn't always have to be for the worst.

If that was the first night of a new phase of your relationship, you'd gladly take it.

And something in him moved at your reaction. He was convinced he'd make you a million times happier than his brother ever did. It was as if the universe was telling him you were always meant to end up with him, because you molded together perfectly.

He, and only him, was everything you ever wanted, and he'd make sure he'd be the only thing you'd ever want. 

[heavyhitterheaux]

Sink or Swim (NSFW)

AN: Joe girlies I have returned!

Synopsis: After the devastating loss to the Commanders, you knew that a bad mood would be evident with your boyfriend. So his idea of forgetting what happened at least for a few hours has to do with giving you his undivided attention

Requested by @a-moment-captured 💕

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There was a look of disbelief on your face as you watched the scene unfold in front of you and saw that the game was almost over when the two minute warning was indicated. The first two weeks in the season obviously had your boyfriend Joe upset and for good reason. But to see the high hopes that he had going into week three just get shot down hurt to watch.

On the sidelines you could see his helmet being thrown as he eventually sat down and the expression on his face was one that you couldn't quite read.

Pulling out your phone, you sent him a quick text knowing that he would read it when he got back to the locker room.

You- Still so proud of you bubs. You played amazing tonight and don't let anyone tell you otherwise 💕

Sighing to yourself, you stood up and began to make your exit out of the stadium to start making your way back to Joe’s condo. It was discussed earlier in the day when you had talked to Joe that you would come over right after the game in anticipation of celebrating with him, but now you weren't so sure if he would even want to be in the mood to have anyone around him right now. After he lost a game, he would understandably get into a mood but you had a feeling that tonight would be a lot worse and more than likely because of who he is, he would be blaming himself.

Climbing into your jeep, you had the radio on a low volume as you pulled out of the stadium parking lot and onto the highway. Joe didn't live very far from the stadium which you were thankful for and leaving before the game was over allowed you to beat some of the traffic that you knew would quickly come after.

Arriving in less than twenty minutes, you turned your car off before grabbing your bag and making your way inside. Your shoes got slipped off at the door as you made your way into the kitchen to find something to snack on since the mozzarella sticks you had at the game were only going to last you but so long.

Glancing at the clock, you noticed it wasn't too late to order a pizza seeing as Joe probably needed some comfort food. You opened up your DoorDash app and quickly ordered it while you waited for Joe to get there. Another 45 minutes had passed with the pizza being kept warm in the oven and you sitting on the couch re-watching Scandal when you heard his key in the door. Once it was opened, it was quickly slammed shut making you jump and the sound was quickly followed by him throwing his bag on the floor at his feet and hearing him sigh.

Still in your jersey from the game that had your boyfriend's name on the back of it, you got up to greet him by the door. His expression was still unreadable when you stood in front of him and slowly tried to take his hands into yours, but he moved away at the last second.

“Bubs….”

Joe didn’t even bother to respond to you as his eyes were closed and he was leaning back against the door.

“What do you need me to do?” You softly asked as you kissed the side of his mouth, trying to get an answer out of him.

When he finally opened his eyes and glanced down at you, his eyes had softened but only slightly as he saw the love of his life in front of him.

“Get upstairs and strip.”

“Mm, gladly. Your wish is my command.”

Nodding your head towards him, he then turned you around to face the stairs as you slowly walked over towards them. Your foot was on the first step when you heard his voice once more.

“You have two minutes to do what I told you, so I suggest you get a move on before I put you there myself.”

Hearing this made a river form in between your thighs and you loved how dominant he could get when the two of you were by yourselves. That happened to be the only good thing that would come out of him losing a game. If this is what he needed to help him get through it, the last thing that you were ever going to do was complain.

Reaching the last step, you still heard him moving around downstairs before you swung the door open to his bedroom which had been left ajar before he left for the game earlier.

Your clothes were then taken off slowly one by one in the hopes of Joe walking in and seeing you. Your shoes had already been thrown off at the door downstairs, the next thing to come off was your jeans that hugged your curves that he loved so much. Next was his jersey and the shirt that you were wearing underneath it in case you got cold. You had started to take off your bra next when you suddenly felt him behind you making you jump. You hadn’t heard him come in as he wrapped his arms around you before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I thought I told you to strip? So, why are you still wearing clothes? You like disobeying me?” He asked you before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“No, I was….”

“I don’t want to hear excuses. Do as you’re told the first time so I don’t have to punish you. Now get the rest of those clothes off.” He told you as a light smack was felt across your ass.

You nodded your head and your bra as well as your black thong were quickly removed from your body and discarded onto the floor all while Joe was standing behind you watching you intensely. Once you were finished, he leaned down to your ear once more before he reached around to put two of his fingers up to your mouth that you slowly started to suck on before reaching down and rubbing small circles along your clit making you gasp.

“Mmm, look how wet my baby is. This all for me?” You nodded your head to answer his question because you knew that words were going to fail to come out of your mouth.

“Get on the bed and you better not make a sound unless I fucking tell you to. Face down, ass up.”

Walking over to the bed once Joe moved his fingers away from your core, you slowly got on the bed with the help of him since the bed was so high and crawled to the top of it as you rested your head down on your arms with your ass sticking high up in the air on display for him.

You could hear Joe behind you doing away with his clothes and in a matter of seconds you felt him crawl onto the bed and roughly grab a hold of your hips before slowly entering you and bottoming out as he threw his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

It took everything in you not to let out a gasp and simply put your hand over your mouth as you felt him move out of you before he slammed back in.

His movements were intense and sloppy of course with him letting out his frustrations as you were doing your best to keep quiet. The more he pounded into you, the harder it was becoming and knew that being quiet would only last but so long.

You could feel yourself getting closer to reaching your peak and you soon felt Joe reach underneath of you to massage your clit as he continued to pound into you. This sent you over the edge and you couldn’t help but to let out a small moan but immediately put your hand back over your mouth. But the damage was already done and you tug knew that you would soon be in for it.

“Oooh fuck.”

Hearing this, Joe immediately flipped you over and a hand immediately went around your neck with him squeezing it.

“Did I tell you to fucking speak? I don’t think I did.”

You remained quiet as he let go of your neck as he trailed kisses along it and down your chest with him placing one of your nipples into his mouth as he was rolling the other one between his fingers. It was taking everything in you to stay quiet as your back arched up off of the mattress. His fingers moved on from playing with your nipple to insert two of them into you as he continued to suck on the other one.

Joe noticed that you were squirming and he took it as a sign that you were close and probably frustrated because he told you not to say anything.

“You close baby? I can tell.”

To answer him, you nodded your head as he added another finger making you gasp. His fingers were pumping in and out of you when he decided to replace his fingers with his tongue knowing that it was a matter of seconds before you would come undone in front of him.

“Shiiit!” You couldn’t help but to let out as your hands were directly to his hair to pull him closer to you.

At this point, your legs were wrapped around his neck as he began to suck on your clit making them shake the harder that he did.

“Baby…. I’m….” You started to say, but without warning a gush of liquid was now covering Joe’s face as he was still sucking on your clit making you squirm.

“That’s my good girl. Give me another one, baby. I know you can.”

You immediately shook your head no, but it was clear that Joe didn’t care since he went right back to sucking on your clit. After you squirted all over his face once more, he quickly crawled back up your body as he inserted himself into you.

His movements were more sloppy than before indicating that he was close as he put your legs onto his shoulders as you began to rub your clit.

You had reached your peak for the third time when you felt Joe slide out of you. Knowing what that meant, you immediately sat up and took him in your mouth as you tasted his cum hitting the back of your throat.

“That’s my pretty girl. You better swallow it and not waste a drop.”

Joe had now put your hair in a makeshift ponytail to get it out of the way since he remembered you one time promptly yelling at him when his cum had gotten in your hair after you had gotten it done just hours before.

Once you swallowed everything that didn’t leak out the side of your mouth, you promptly opened it to show Joe who then leaned down to place several kisses on your lips. Once you had laid back, Joe quickly followed suit with him laying on you as you held him tightly to your chest. It was quiet for a few minutes as both of you were trying to even your breathing when he finally spoke.

“We should have won.”

“I know.”

“And even though it wasn’t my fucking fault, I’m going to get the blame for it.”

“I know.”

“We’re 0 and 3 now and I don’t know what to fucking do.”

“The only thing you can do is to go out there and do your best. You played absolutely amazing tonight so this isn’t on you in the slightest even though people will put it on you anyway. I am still so proud of you and I’m always going to be proud of you.” You told him as you placed a kiss on top of his head.

“Proud of a loser boyfriend who can’t win an NFL game?”

“Joseph… talk about yourself like that again. I dare you. Just because you have a few setbacks doesn’t mean that it’s going to be like this forever. I will let you rant all you want tonight, but tomorrow I’m not having it. You are literally the highest paid quarterback in the NFL and you need to fucking act like it.”

“I... guess you’re right.”

“I know I'm right. It's only been three weeks. There's still time to turn this around for the better and I promise to be here through all of it. But did I perform my duties as your girlfriend to help you let your frustrations out?” You asked and he immediately smirked.

“You did more than help me through it, but I definitely didn't say that we were done.” He told you as he picked his head up off of your chest to look at you.

“Wait, what?”

“Switch places with me so you can ride me.”

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Hello, can I please request Charles jealous smut?

AN: Definitely went a bit of a different route than normal but I enjoyed writing this! Started it right before I went to the hospital and was able to finish it tonight! I hope you guys enjoy. I know its a bit shorter but I'm running on melatonin and oxi so bare with me haha

TW: multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, low-key asshole Charles (very beginning)

WC: 1.2K

Y/N POV

"Charles, what's wrong?" I ask for the third time since getting back into the car after leaving the end of year Ferrari dinner.

"God damn it, Y/N! Nothing I said nothing was fucking wrong," Charles snaps at me making me gasp slightly at the out burst.

"Charles Leclerc, do not ever speak to me like that again," I shout at him when we finally get back to the apartment.

I had chosen to keep quiet the rest of the way home, hoping it would help cool the both of us down but when we walked through the door and Charles instantly beelined for our bedroom mumbling to himself I finally snap.

"Then don't ever talk to Carlos Sainz again," Charles snap back while turning around to show he had fire in his eyes.

It finally had clicked for me. Charles was jealous which isn't something that happens often but when it does he tends to turn into the green monster.

"Charles, are you fucking kidding me! Carlos is leaving Ferrari, and I was telling him about how I've enjoyed his time with Ferrari," I shout back at him making Charles roll his eyes before stomping his way into the bedroom and slamming the door. The whole dramatics

A part of me just laughs softly at his childish antics but the other part of me is still raging with anger at the way he had spoken to me.

I make my way into the kitchen grabbing myself something to drink before grabbing the bottle of tequila and taking a shot of the bitter liquor.

When I feel myself cool down just enough I march into out bedroom to find Charles already under the covers ready for bed but instead of him laying in the middle of the bed like normal he's on the very edge as far away from my side as possible.

"I hope Leo pushes you off the bed," I scoff when Charles doesn't even acknowledge me.

"Maybe if you slept in Carlos's bed like you want I would have more room to cuddle with Leo," Charles replies back in a sheepish mumble showing me that he's getting close to crumbling and apologizing.

"It's actually why I came in here. Need to pack an overnight bag," I comment with a smirk on my face but before I can even make it into the closet Charles is up from his spot on the bed and storming towards me before pushing me against the wall.

"You think this is funny?" Charles seethes making me shrug my shoulders.

"I mean ya kind of Charles, we both know damn well I have never and will never be into Carlos, so ya you being jealous and threatened by him is hilarious," I reply back making Charles's eyes narrow slightly at me before I see his should relax slightly.

"I- 'm sorry," Charles mumbles clearly letting the embarrassment sink in.

"I don't know why it upset me so much tonight. I know it's not an excuse but I am sorry for getting jealous and even more sorry for how I spoke to you," Charles admits softly while pulling my face into his hand.

"I don't even care when you get jealous, if anything I find it hot as fuck, but I do care about the way you speak to me," I tell him softly feeling my anger slowly start to ease.

"I know and it was wrong, I really am sorry," Charles says again making me smile softly and nod my head.

"You're forgiven, but I demand 3 orgasms," I say with a smile and a nod.

"Deal," Charles says with a laugh before pulling me in and placing a soft kiss on my lips and pulling me by my waist towards our bed.

When Charles drops me down on the bed he quickly climbs up to join me pulling off his shirt at the same time.

When Charles joins me on the bed he wraps my legs around his hips before he leans down and pulls me in for a kiss while grinding his hard cock down into my dripping core.

"Charles please, I need you," I whine when I can feel my pleasure soaking through my flimsy panties.

Charles finally pulls back and quickly pulls my panties off before wasting no time attaching his mouth to my sensitive clit. He knew it wouldn't take long to throw me over the edge but when I feel him slipping his fingers into my soaked pussy I can't help the loud cry that falls from my lips.

"Fuck! Charlie," I cry when I feel his fingers grazing my G-spot while his lips are still sucking on my clit.

"Cum for me," Charles mumbles into my pussy making me cry out and cum all over his finger.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I moan in a chant as Charles continues to fuck me through my first orgasm.

"Too much," I cry when I realize Charles isn't letting me come down from my high but rather throwing me right into another orgasm.

"You want three no?" Charles asks with a smirk on his face before speeding his fingers up even more and attaching his mouth back to my overly sensitive clit.

"Charles," I cry out when I feel his start speeding all his actions up clearly with the intentions to bring me to another orgasm.

"Charlie," I cry out when I feel myself fall over the edge again not expecting the orgasm to hit me so fast.

"Fuck, good girl," Charles groans while fingering me harder and letting me squirt all over the bed and his face.

As soon as I started to come down from my high Charles is quickly pulling his boxer off before climbing back into bed and quickly rubbing the tip of his hard leaking cock through my soaked folds before finding my dripping hole and quickly pushing his whole cock deep into my pussy making me whimper the the stretch of his cock.

"Fuck!" Charles and I both groan put at the exact same time while he starts slowly thrusting his hips in and out of my soaked pussy.

It doesn't take long for me to fully adjust to Charles's size and once I do he quickly speeds up his trusts while making sure to hit all the good spots deep within my pussy.

"Fuck Charlie," I cry out when I feel myself crawling closer and closer to another orgasm.

"Fuck, feel so good," Charles cries out as his hips start to shutter a bit letting me know he was getting close to cumming as well.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," I cry out when I feel Charles bring his fingers down to my clit and teasing me until I fall over the edge pulling him with me.

"Fuck," Charles grunts out when I feel his hip shutter one final time before filling my pussy up with his hot cum.

As we are both trying to catch our breath I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him down to rest his body on top of mine.

"Fuck, that was good," I breath out making Charles laugh softly.

"I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you in the car and when we got home," Charles says while slowly slipping his softening cock out of me and laying on his back and pulling me into his chest.

"You're forgiven, I guess," I tease making Charles roll his eyes softly but still pull me in tighter to his chest.

"I love you and thinking about losing you makes me a bit insane," Charles admits making me smile softly. I definitely couldn't imagine my life without him either.

"I love you too," I reply back softly while curling into his side a bit closer.

[pixiesndberries]

HOW DO I GET YOU ALONE?

— Logan Howlett ❞

𖦰 :: summary — remembering her first love after a long time of running away from it.

→ Logan Howlett, Fem!Reader, Jean Grey, Rogue, Kitty Pryde, and more.

♫ :: Alone - Heart (Bad Animals, 1987) — It Must've Been Love - Roxette (It Must've Been Love, 1990)

𖦰 .. warnings — angst; mentions of intimate moment together (18+ themes), strong words, lmk if I forgot something.

> I haven't double checked this, might contain grammatical errors and typos.

𖦰 author's note — LMK IF YOU WANT LOGAN'S POV GUYS 🙏 I kinda felt shitty and I wanted a heart clenching angst, I don't want them to be happy and all of that love story. Probably my longest work ever and I'll have my break for like a day or two (more like 2 years) anyways HAVE FUN POOKIES!

WORD COUNT — 3, 666k words

"Hey, take care of the kids and yourself too." the man mutters underneath his breath as he places his 'best dad in the world' coffee mug in the sink, quickly grabbing himself a napkin to wipe the left residue on his lips — it took her a quick moment to respond since her attention is too focused on putting her children's school lunch in their very own lunch boxes, "yeah, yeah you too." she nods as she wipes her hand in her colourful apron, giving him a glare.

"did you have everything? car keys? the lunch I made you?" she says with a worried yet hurried tone making sure her husband got everything in his hands before leaving the house — "yes, ma'am." he chuckles with a nod, before she could even say something back he walked up to her wrapping his arms around her, planting a kiss on her temples.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

he nodded and left pulls away, calling the kids to have their goodbyes before their father left for work — she turns around and sighs while wiping the bead of sweat forming in her forehead, she then closes the lunchboxes and place it inside the lunch bags.

for the last nine years, this is her daily routine — to be a responsible wife and mother towards her husband and children, to be her children's first teacher and to be her husband's helping hand.

just like her dream, to be wife to somebody.

to a certain someone.

"Mommy!" james yells from his room making her drop what she was doing in panic that something might've happen to her first born son, she rushed upstairs 'till his room just to see him being completely fine — "Mommy, we need to bring old photos of our parents to school for our family tree." he says slightly feeling scared that he might've freaked his mom out for yelling too loud and exaggerated.

she sighs closing her eyes, but then looks at the kid, again trying to be calm as possible not wanting to scold the child because the school bus is going to arrive in ten minutes and he just had the balls to tell her that right now. "Okay, give me a quick moment. Wait downstairs and watch Peter and Julien for me, is that okay?" she says calmly.

"okay, mommy." james nodded as he carries his backpack with him, she created a space so he could get out of his bedroom door — when she heard his foot steps coming from the stairs she closed his bedroom door and made her way to the attic wherein the old and useless stuff was placed.

she pulled the ladder string making the ladder fall on it's own, she then secured it making sure it's stable enough to step on. As soon as it was stable enough she climbed, her head peeking through the attic.

she then spend her last minutes searching for some old boxes with photos, she already obtained her husband's old photos, mainly the one from his school yearbook photos — on the other hand, she couldn't manage to look for hers. She didn't really had much of photos before except for some that are nowhere to be found, she didn't go to school either which means she does have yearbook photos to share.

she already wanted to give up and just hand out the photos that she had in her hands right now, but her eyes landed on this brown wooden box with her brain processing where it could be from, it looks familiar at the same time it doesn't.

she then crouched to grab the box, it was small and almost fragile considering how old it maybe is. She shook the box making sure it has something inside and it did sound like there are things inside but it feels like it's packed with so much things inside.

she already forgot about the ticking of the clock and how close the school bus might be already. She flick the button open, bringing her hand to open the lid.

letters

photographs

and a locket.

it made her stop breathing for a moment, it's like her soul jumped out of her body for a quick mini second as the realization of what this was — she blinked while her fingers lingered into the rough almost fragile papers that contains letters and the photos wherein the colors are slowly fading.

she exhales and attempted to push back the letters and photos all at once in the small box, she's rushing making it unable to push it all at once except if placed neatly, out of frustration she dropped the box making it scattered all around the floor with the other ones flying somewhere in the room — she sighs closing her eyes, only to see a photo of them lying in the floor with a letter behind it.

the poorly written words even brought those memories back too good yet it stings painfully than being tortured by an electrocuting machine — no, she wasn't supposed to sit here and see this all of these things that are supposed to be gone ever since she left that damn roof. She already left what she was many years ago and she's not planning to remember nor come back because she's already contended of what she have right now, this was her dream right?

she felt a bead of tear slowly runs down her cold cheeks as she stare at the photo with her hand holding into it, wanting to just tear it apart or maybe burn it until it's all nothing but ashes that she's soon going to throw away in the lake nearby her house.

hair was short, smile was wide, she's wearing his leather jacket, his hands wrapped around her waist and her lips was attached into his cheeks — the piece of paper crumbled into her hand as she lets out an exhausted sigh and her eyes' blinking trying to avoid wasting tears again.

the same face she had as they were talking that night, the night that absolutely ruined her.

before this whole him meeting jean thing, everything was way too different compared to what situation they're in after him meeting jean — they're almost entwined and it feels like they're the only one who understands each other wether it's about missions or just in general.

birds of a feather or two peas in a pod, that's what professor x calls them, they're almost inseparable — but as times goes by it's more than just friendship.

at some point the tension started being way too compacted that it's almost hard to resist the fact that he couldn't help but to look at her lips everytime she speaks or maybe she couldn't help but to look when he's just there standing topless while fixing something — everything was irresistible.

"I don't know, he just keeps coming at me or something." she shrugs with their bodies next to each other as stares at her drink, the tension was tight and somehow warm — and the fact that Logan is questioning about this random dude who came up to her basically checking her out, it's not helping.

he doesn't want to sound possessive.

she's not his.

she doesn't want to avoid the guy either.

it's not like he's going to get jealous.

he didn't mutter any response but the moment she looked at him, she can hear the mutters inside his head — she knows that she agreed to not read his mind but she couldn't help, her head got ears and it's hearing too well.

"I'm not going with him, not worth my time. Rather, I know someone's better at wasting my time." she mutters underneath her breath quickly looking back at her whiskey as he looks back — he clicked his tongue putting the glass down in the counter, she then looks back making their eyes locked at each other.

it was deep, it was something, what do you call that? mind fucking?

she's sure it's not her telepathy thing that is wanting to pull him into a kiss right now and let him do the things that he wanted to do to her, and Logan is also sure that's it's not only him who's been feeling this close and those gazes and touches didn't have any meaning.

"fuck." she mutters underneath her breath as she holds into the bathroom's towel rail for balance as Logan's teeth leaves marks on her neck — she can't help but to wince and moan lightly as he squeezes her glutes, feeling the tight pressure.

"Logan, it's going to be visible." she sighs as he pulls away with her free hand resting on the back of his head.

"can't find the problem."

fuck, literally.

she pulls him in a passionate kiss, feeling almost like high or euphoric just by this. It was an overwhelming gut rush that she couldn't explain, she can taste the bitterness of the liquor he just had mixing with hers and it's getting her almost feral — "fuck me, Logan." she groans in his ears, like that her request is what he fulfils.

it would be a lie if both of them say everything happened once or twice, it was more than that — they didn't shared just themselves, their body, a kiss but an intimacy that she knew she wouldn't have with anyone else except for Logan.

it wouldn't be the same if it's not Logan.

every night, as they lay together in bed with Logan next to her sleeping his ass off — she couldn't help but to think, what they really are.

sometimes she would just be there and imagine their future together, kids, a nice house, and them being together — a small house down town just perfectly enough for their family, she even promised herself that if they're going to have their first son, it's name is going to be James Howlett Jr.

she's never really been a vocal type of person since from the start, she prefers quiet over anything else in this world — she never once brought the words, "what are we?" or maybe ask him if they're more than just sharing naked bodies at one bed or crashing lips together as the world falls apart around them.

but then she just spends her whole night pondering when's the right time going to be to just ask him if,

if he feels more than just sexual tension or whatever was this.

like, it couldn't be so casual that he'd hug her from behind or be a worrywart everytime she's out of sight during missions — and most of all, friends don't say I love you during sex, right?

she'd always remember when a fortune teller told her that 'you wouldn't know when the universe is going to turn against you' she never believed it not until she came home from a mission along with kitty — as she walk in the halls, she could already hear the familiar voice; his voice.

and jean's voice?

when she was only few steps away from the room where all the noises of the room is coming from, she was fighting with herself wether to just stay and listen or just walk by the room so maybe he'll notice that she's there or maybe just mind her own business, they're just friends right?

she can hear Logan's chuckle as she teases him over something.

she couldn't help but to feel this weird ache in her stomach, she couldn't explain the feeling but it was slowly going up her chest until it reaches her throat — her chest rises she closed her eyes trying to take deep breaths and thinking to just walk away.

she opens her eyes and exhales heavily, almost audible — she walked pass by the room purposely making her steps audible, she didn't even know why she did that.

she walked quickly back to her room and closed the door behind her, then leaning her back into the door with a heavy sigh — why did I do that?

why do I feel like this?

why,

why,

and why's.

that's all she could think of all night, they're just friends right?

the kiss

the way he holds her hand

no, she pushed herself to calm down — Logan can be friends with anyone, what she witnessed is just a friendly conversation so where's the reason to be paranoid?

and they aren't even together.

each night she wasted her time pondering what to do because they are slowly drifting away from each other — as time passes Logan and Jean's relationship are getting tighter, closer, it's like they're sewn together and she's just there.

letting things be,

letting everything go it's way like nothing happened between them.

"are you seriously going to stand there and just watch them?" rogue scoffs while holding a cup of coffee, scooting herself next to her friend who seems to be swimming in her own thoughts — her mind was blank while leaning into the balcony as the stars shines bright, she's well aware of the company that rogue and kitty offered her.

"didn't know you're a masochist now." kitty teased making rogue let out a low chuckle as she sips her coffee — no reaction from her, she just breaths heavily.

the atmosphere was quiet for a moment, only the sound of crickets was audible but she broke it after seconds — "I don't know, if he wanted me in the first place it wouldn't be like this."

"I mean like, the real thing."

rogue and kitty exchanged glances feeling bad for their friend, rogue looked at her for a moment then let's out a heavy sigh.

"you should talk to him, you know, to have a closure of what you two did isn't just games."

"I wish it was that easy." she says looking back at rogue, "I've made numerous attempts but when it's the actual thing and he's there, it's so hard to speak."

rogue and kitty couldn't find the perfect words to help her put her hopes up, they haven't been in her place — she's not asking for it either, she's doing okay and she appreciated the time her friends are putting on her to help her with this.

"if you wouldn't try, you wouldn't know right?" kitty spoke

she understood both of her friends suggestion to what to do, it's easy when you think about it but when you're actually there the aching feeling that slowly crawls up to her throat was getting her,

but she couldn't just sit there and wait because at some point he'll probably never try because he's focused on someone else.

cinnamon girl, is that what she is right now?

he's addicted on something and couldn't bring himself to care about her, anymore?

she wouldn't say that he completely shut her off his life, sometimes when they would run against each other, they would exchange glances but never would say a thing — sometimes during dinner the whole team would talk, then Logan would agree to her words — after missions Logan would check up the other people and she's one of them, but then she'll just smile and nod.

he's there, but not completely there.

she hated how casual it is for him to just walk pass by her, stand next to her like nothing happened, talk to jean as if she wasn't there.

this wasn't them numerous days ago, she's longing for it and it hurts so bad.

she just wanted to run away from it, but with him and jean being in the same roof as hers — it's so hard to find an excuse.

during dinner, she was so quiet as she was eating this whatever food it was — she couldn't even think straight, all of the people that surrounds her are laughing and she's just there drowning herself in a pool filled thoughts.

"right, (y/n)?" rogue chuckles nudging her arms which made her quickly looked around the people in the table, almost feeling like she just woke up in from daydream which made everyone around the table confused and exchange glances.

"yeah, yeah." she nodded awkwardly chuckling looking back at her food, kitty and rogue exchanging looks as if they already know the reason behind her behavior right now.

to fill the awkward atmosphere gambit created a joke making the whole table laugh again as if nothing happened, there she was so low in her food.

she glared around the people making sure their attention wasn't on hers because honestly it was that embarrassing, but then her eyes landed on Logan who quickly looked back.

no shit.

she glared back at her food and continue to finish it off so she could finally leave the table and rest.

on the other hand, Logan looked confused yet seem to already be puzzling the reasons why her behaviors like that right now.

later that night after the dinner, rogue and kitty said their goodnights to her and made their way to their rooms — while she was walking in the hall she was still lost of what's happening around her, she couldn't help but to think, think, and think.

out of nowhere she had this urge to stop walking, and yeah right.

Logan was in the hall too,making his way somewhere she doesn't know.

Logan also stopped his tracks and looked at her, both of their faces blank.

What do I do?

Should I?

she's fighting with herself inside, wether to approach him and talk about it or just once let it go.

her chest was rising heavily, it's visible and the tension right now is almost compacted as if there's no air.

"Logan."

"(y/n)."

both of their names slipped from each's lips on the same time — is he aware?

"can we talk? please." she exhales feeling the aching torns building up her throat once again, almost choking her — Logan nodded, she gave the somewhere private look and he shrugged agreeing with her.

You don't know how long I have wanted, to touch your lips and hold you tight. — You don't know how long I have waited, and I was going to tell you tonight.

they are in the balcony, with the cold wind feeding the almost dry atmosphere — she can't really explain what she felt but it's almost like she's trapped in a box and she's slowly exploding, it's an overwhelming feeling having him here.

she doesn't know how to start and he's just standing there waiting for her to say the words he needed to hear, she gulps and looked at him with her eyes reflecting the bright colors of the stars and moon.

"it's, about us." she finally spoke, her voice almost cracking through the words — she's fighting the urge not to cry right now, her chest just feels so heavy.

she can see in her eyes how Logan reacted when the word us slips from her lips, he knows that what she's talking about and if she's in the right state she would've plucked her mind to get under his to read whatever he's thinking right now.

he didn't respond, "Logan, what am I to you? Are you really going to shut me off like I was someone who you didn't know." she says with her fist tightening into a ball and her voice raising a little — frustration and pain.

"Logan, are you really going to act like this forever, like I wasn't here?" she says with a firm tone.

"are you really going to forget about what we had?"

"those kisses, sweet nothings, touch, and whatever the fuck it is!"

"(y/n)."

"don't fucking call me now, Logan, I am so fucking hurt." she says pointing at his chest out of frustration, she felt like exploding right now.

beads of tears was already slipping in her cheeks, her chest rising continuously.

he was dumbfounded, not being able to find the right words to defend himself — because it was true, it all happened and he couldn't just pretend that it didn't happened.

"tell me, those fucking things that we had is nothing to you!"

"that's not true."

"then why!" she sobs trying her best to keep her voice down, "Logan, why?"

"I don't know."

"what do you mean you don't know?" she sobs again feeling so frustrated, "Logan, I'm sure those things are easy to forget shit."

"if it's just fucking, flirting, comforting to you. Logan to me it's the real fucking thing, what do you call that again? Love?"

she never once wanted to admit that she's in love, she hated love, they both hated love and all this time they both believed that what they did is just nothing, something they can easily forget — sorry for breaking it to him, she fooled herself for thinking it's love.

"I never learned to care until I met you."

"I never learned to love until I met you." she says almost choking from her own spit as tears continuously pouring.

again, Logan couldn't bring himself to speak — it's not like he doesn't care to what's happening right now, he just didn't know this is what she felt all this time. He thought she felt the way he does, all of this are nonsense.

"I thought it was all nothing." he says back, "I thought you and I agreed that we're doing that no strings attached."

"but you said I love you, and I'm sorry clinged to that but I hoped." she quickly responded, "my mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may like me the way that I do was stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since." she says with her voice cracking mid sentence.

"I didn't mean to make you feel that way, but you know we both agreed right? that we don't have something."

"and that was my mistake, but you couldn't just say you love me like it was nothing."

she still remembers it perfect in her head, she can still hear how he said it during sex, while they're just together, kissing her forehead and mumbles I love you before mission — it was all nothing?

"I just wished you could've told me before you," she pauses wiping her tears, in fact she couldn't even bring herself to say her name.

"you could've told me that before meeting Jean, because I felt like I'm some kind of toy that you got sicked of playing."

it was nothing but quiet for a few seconds but Logan cutted the silence as he attempted to explain for himself.

"I was the first person Jean got closed with and during that time you were nowhere to be found, maybe you're there but so far."

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

she did, she did spaced away from him thinking he doesn't her anymore — it's her mistake for not talking this out ever since she felt jealous.

"but that's not a reason to completely shut me off, you could've ended whatever we are doing in a good way so I wouldn't hope anymore that you would still be knocking at my door, to talk to me." she added

they're are both standing at their own points.

she already felt tired at this moment and just wanted to cry her eyes out in her room and Logan was completely lost right now, conflicted between Her and Jean.

she already know that he wouldn't at least try to explain that he once loved her like she did, she's so dumb for even thinking about it.

"then I'm sorry, if that's what you wanted to hear."

why is he making it sound like she's demanding for an apology? she doesn't want to see him anymore, she's so miserable right now.

she sighs, she doesn't even know what to say now everything is messing up with her head, she already said what she have to say to him and it made her chest lighter now — but there's still an open wound in her heart right now.

"I love her, but I appreciated you."

and when she heard those words it felt like the world came crashing to her and continuously slaps her on the face, Logan then turned back, having himself looking back at her before walking way.

as much as she wanted to stop him, she thought it's for the best to let him be — it already happened, it's clear that he didn't want her from the start.

So this is it?

That's it?

Should I be happy that he appreciated me?

Logan could still here muffles and cries that night, he was in his bed trying to shake off the feeling — this weird feeling, he knew that he should be sorry but in the first place he thought both of them doesn't believe in love, he clinged into that.

He'd be lying if he didn't admit he didn't mean to say those words, those sweet nothings, and those love gestures — he was conflicted between the forming feelings for her and the fact that she once admitted that she doesn't believe in love.

so he stopped himself and found Jean, Jean wasn't so scared of showing her love and the slow burning start of their romance — if he knew that they're both in love from the start maybe he wouldn't be here in this bed right now remembering the words she have said.

he was a jerk and he knows that, but he it'll make things tougher if he admitted that he also felt something for her — it would be useless now that him and jean had this thing now, it'll hurt her more.

Last minute regret, he's going to carry this forever.

"I have to find my myself professor, I think this is just not for me." she mutters underneath her breath while looking at the man in front of her, Professor Charles Xavier.

she professor was dumbfounded for her sudden departure with the reason of she felt like what she's doing wasn't really for her — as much as professor x wanted to disagree because of her helpful abilities that put the team together, it's almost like him and her are alike, he couldn't bring himself to stop her.

there's this energy that tells him that she is in agony, a sense of lost, as if she was in grief — he didn't bother to read her mind, it feels too wrong especially when she look like this.

"if that what makes you happy, I am delighted to fully support your decision, I just wanted you to know that the door is open when you wanted to come back, (y/n)." the professor said with a grin on his face, which somehow sent her a sense of comfort.

"I am holding into that." she smiles, but she remembered something before going.

"please don't tell them, the only people who are aware are rogue and kitty, please?"

"as you wish."

and that she traveled where she can, wherever her feet brings her finding the peace that she wanted — she wanted to leave who she was, wanting her old self dead and forgotten.

as much as it hurts her, she wanted to space away not wanting to drown herself once again — maybe she really love him that much that she reached this point.

Logan was her first love, and she knows it's going to take a long time forgetting that face.

she changed everything about her from head to toes, cut and dyed her hair, attempted to find a new style which she successfully did and to forget everything in the past leaving them where they belong.

she found herself in Switzerland, wherein she built a flower shop and when she's not busy she'll be a part time teacher in preschool — with that being said, that's the same place she met her husband.

he always buys flowers in her shop for his mother who was sick, there he learned his interest towards her — Long story short, they got married and shared three children; James, Julien, and Peter.

and ever since she met her husband she forgot about Logan, not even thinking's where he is, how is he doing, if he is still actually alive — she never once think of him, even the school and her friends.

"Mommy! The school bus is here!" when she heard a familiar voice coming from down the attic she quickly stuffed the box and what it contains somewhere that wouldn't be found by any of the people inside this house except her, she wiped her tears and took a deep breath.

"I'm done, hold on." she says before grabbing a random photograph with Logan and tearing it apart quickly making her way down the attic, handing it to James as fast as possible.

"kids!" she calls out as she walk fast guiding the kids out of the house with the big yellow bus waiting outside.

:: additional note — LMK IF YOU WANTED THIS BUT LOGAN'S POV CUZ LIKE I FELT I DID LOGAN DIRTY WITH THIS ONE 🙏 THIS IS MY LONGEST FIC SO FAR 😭 I'M TIRED BYE.

ᯓ★ pixiesndberries 2024 ! i don't allow my work to be share in any platforms without my permission — REBLOGS, LIKES, AND FOLLOW ARE APPRECIATED !

[buttercandy16]

SEDUCED BY MY STEPMOTHER

(R E M A K E)

PAIRING: Agatha Harkness x Reader

SUMMARY: After four years, the reader's father introduces his new fiance to the family - who turns out to be an alluring and mysterious seductress who is set to shake up the lives of the reader and their loved ones in ways they never could have imagined.

WARNING(s): None... yet!

A/N: This is one of my old stories that wattpad deleted. I decided to do some slight remake to it, character wise and all.

Should I continue this?

Y/N POV

I stood close to the balcony, staring at the beautiful view of the setting sun to clear my head. I  just recently found out that for the last few months my beloved father has been seeing someone in secret. On this warm evening, I’ll be meeting her for the first time at dinner. It was finally time that he did so I guess since he’s been widowed for almost 4 years already since my mother died from a car crash. But even with that certain thought I can’t help but feel uneasy about the changes that are about to happen. Hopefully, whoever she is, she’ll be a good one, for my father and also for me.

“Hurry up Y/N, or we’ll be late!” My deep thoughts were disturbed when I heard my father’s voice calling me from downstairs. I guess it’s finally time to leave.

Standing in front of the mirror I straightened my mid-white dress while checking my hair for the last time before grabbing my shoulder bag and went running downstairs.

“No running in the house young lady! How many times do I have to tell you that?” By the end of the stairs stood my father Frank, looking more dashing than usual while wearing his expensive black suit and tie.

“Sorry dad, just didn’t want you to call out for me again” I responded while giving a sheepish smile.

He gave me a playful eye roll as he grabbed my hands and gave each of my knuckles a chaste kiss.

“I appreciate that you’re willing to do this for me, sweetheart. I know this is not easy for you” he said while still holding both of my small hands in his large ones.

“Anything for you dad, as long as she makes you happy,” I said while I gave him a reassuring smile.

“She does, she really does. Now let’s not keep her waiting, shall we?” Dad smiled as he led both of us to his car.

I really do hope so dad…

(A few moments later)

We finally arrived at the restaurant after a 30-minute drive. Dad left his car keys to the valet and went straight inside while I followed close behind.

A male waiter in his 20s led us to a secluded part of the restaurant where a single square table was set beside a huge glass window that oversees the beautiful night streets. I was so caught up with the dancing lights outside that I failed to notice the beautiful woman sitting at our table.

That is until I heard a velvet-like voice calling out my name.

“Hello Y/N, I’m Agatha Harkness. It’s nice to finally meet Frank’s special girl”

My eyes looked for the owner of the angelic voice and they immediately settled on a beautiful woman in a purple dress. I can’t help but admire the beauty in front of me from head to toe. She is breathtaking. Aside from her physical appearance, I can also smell her intoxicating scent from where I stand. I’m in awe, I’ve never met someone as attractive as her before. I was about to look her over again but I was interrupted when I felt my father’s arm on my shoulder.

“Y/N, aren’t you gonna say something?” daddy asked.

“Umm…”

Due to being lost in my own thoughts, I became speechless as I looked up at my father’s questioning gaze before settling my vision on Agatha’s. Her eyes… oh her eyes… held something dark and mischievous that made me shiver to the core. I caught a small glimpse of the subtle smirk on her rosy lips before it disappeared.  That’s when I realized that she must’ve caught me while I was checking her out. Oh, fudge how embarrassing!!

I immediately shook out from my thoughts and shakily offered my right hand for her to take.

“Um... It’s nice to meet you too Miss Harkness” I gave her a shy smile which she reciprocated by giving me a radiant smile before correcting me. “Agatha, will do, sweetheart”.

She took my hand in her slender ones and gave it a soft squeeze. Her hand was so soft and it looked a little bigger compared to mine, she held my hand a little longer than she should have, which almost caused my heart to burst out from its ribcage before she decided to finally let go.

My father then ushered us to take a seat but before he got to do so, Agatha called out to him.

“Hon, did you forget something?” She asked with one eyebrow up.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Silly me” my father went towards her and gave her a kiss on the lips. It was supposed to be a chaste one but before he can step away she grabbed the back of his neck to hold him in place and then deepened the kiss.

I was going to look away because the sudden intimacy made me uncomfortable but before I could, I found myself frozen on my chair and my breath coming in short and hot when I saw her giving my father a passionate kiss…while her eyes were devouring mine.

What. the. actual. hell?!

_-_-_-_

Thoughts?

[shinski-chan]

❛❛𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚜𝚜❞

synopsis: it was just one of the random days where jungwon is going out with his hyungs to have fun, but it was also one of those days that reminds you how clingy he gets when he's drunk.

paring: drunk!jungwon x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k+

notes: featuring jake, fluff, petnames, clinginess, mention of alcohol, suggestive

the sound of the papers rustling filled the room as you fixed the pile of papers on your desk, getting ready to leave the workplace. you glanced at your watch only to find out it was almost twelve midnight.

you pulled your phone from your pocket, frowning as you received none from jungwon. staring at the last text he sent you earlier.

baby, just want to remind you it's d-day. i don't want you to get mad later when i get home just because you forgot😇 love you!

you couldn't help but to roll your eyes, realizing that you had actually forgotten about his plans. the boys hit him up to go out for a drink, and in all honesty, you're not the type to hold him back from having fun and being with his friends because, aside from the fact that you trust him enough, you knew for sure that he needed to spend time with his friends anyway, because not everything is all about you.

after fixing all the mess on your desk, you finally grabbed your keys and told your coworkers that you would be heading out first.

it didn't take you long, and you finally arrived in the parking lot. you immediately got inside the car and tossed your bag on the passenger seat. one hand on the wheel, starting the car, and the other one holding your phone, dialing jungwon's number.

with a few rings, he answered the phone. you put the phone in between your head and shoulder, your eyes focused on turning the wheel to get out of the parking.

"heading home?" he asked on the other line. you could hear the loud music in the background, and you couldn't help but to grimace.

"yeah, i'm already on my way home," you said, still focused on driving out of the building. "don't even think about going home completely wasted, i swear... you'll be sleeping outside," you reminded him, and all you heard was just a soft chuckle, already knowing he was tipsy.

"nah, i don't think you'd let me sleep outside, knowing all too well that i'm uncomfortable," he said. confidence was evident in his voice, and you could already tell he was smirking in the other line. "tell jake to take you home... i won't be able to pick you up," you said because you had planned on picking him up from the bar.

"will do, just rest. i'll be home by two," he said, assuring you he'd be home by that time.

"yeah, make sure you can still walk straight, because if not, you know what will happen," you told him, and you earned a laugh in response. "you're mean," he replied shortly, which made you smile a little. "get some rest as soon as you get home, hm? i love you," he added, and with that the conversation ends.

it took you over an hour to drive before you finally arrived in your unit. you immediately changed your clothes into something more comfortable before settling in the bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion all over you after the long hours of work.

on the other hand, jungwon couldn't help but drink himself in a complete haze. he didn't even realize how much drink he had, and now... he was really... wasted.

"yah! i told you to not drink too much," jake said, exasperated, hands on his hips as he stared at jungwon, who was now half-collapsed on the table.

"i should've known we were both getting buried six feet under," jake added, pinching his nose and looking up as if he were regretting his life decisions. with a heavy sigh, he dragged jungwon out of the bar and told the guys that he's taking him home.

curled up in bed with your blanket on. you were sleeping so peacefully—not until a ring from your phone jerked you awake. you frowned before slightly opening your eyes. you thought, who in their right mind would be calling at this hour when you're having the most heavenly, out of this world sleep? with a slight groan, you quickly grabbed your phone and didn't bother to check who was calling.

"y/n, uhm... we're outside your unit." you heard jake's voice on the other line, which made you glance at the caller... and of course, it was won's phone.

from what you just heard, you knew damn well that for the nth time, he didn't listen and went overboard drinking... again.

you sighed, massaging your temple before answering, "alright, alright, wait a sec." you ended the call, quickly hopped out of the bed, threw on your slippers, and marched towards the front door. the moment you opened it, jake was already standing there, jungwon's arm slung over his shoulder...

"i'm not drunk..." jungwon mumbled, which made you scratch your head. you quickly glanced at the clock. "great, he was on time..." you muttered, trying to calm yourself down. you knew all too well that you were about to deal with his clingy drunkenness from this moment...

"i'm really sorry y/n, i promise..." jake said, raising his right arm before he continued. "i really told him to not drink too much," he said in defense, which made you chuckle as you pulled jungwon's arm, placing it over your shoulder.

"i know, i know... this little thing just doesn't know how to control himself," you told jake and he sighed in relief, holding his chest as if he'd escaped death.

"thanks for taking him home," you said, and jake nodded his head before finally bidding you goodbye. you started dragging jungwon towards your room.

"babyyy," he called out. you sighed... but didn't respond. instead you kept walking him towards the room, but he suddenly stopped, which made you stop too.

"what did i tell you?!" you said, slightly annoyed. his head turned to you, and there you saw a pout forming on his lips. "but i am not drunk," he protested, but you just gave him a frown.

"i miss you," he said, leaning closer to kiss you, but you leaned away. which made him whine, "babyyy," even in his state, he somehow managed to pull you in and give you a kiss.

"tsk, don't make things difficult for us both, jungwon." you firmly said as you started dragging along.

"oh, so we are on a first name basis now, huh?" he teased, raising his brows. you didn't answer, hoping to avoid any drama.

when you both entered the room, you gently laid him down on the bed, but knowing his state like this... he pulled you along with him, rolling over; now he's on top of you.

"baby! you're too heavy!" you protested, giving his arm a light smack, but he only nestled his head comfortably on your chest, wrapping his arms around your frame.

"just for a few minutes, please?" he mumbled, his eyes shut, leaving you with no choice. you sighed as your hand instinctively moved, reaching up to gently stroke his hair.

"baby, do you love me?" his voice barely above whisper.

"what do you think?" you shot back, earning a soft whimper from him.

"i am asking you, why are you asking me back?" he pouted, and you chuckled at his clinginess.

"obviously, yes. what else do you think?" you said, still teasing him.

"that's not how you answer!" he protested, and you just knew for sure he was already pouting his lips.

"but seriously?" he pressed, his tone more serious.

"of course, i love you." you said softly. "why'd you ask that? do you feel like i'm not giving you much attention?" you asked, looking down at him.

he immediately looked up to you, his eyes a little hazy. "mhm, yeah" he shortly replied, and you couldn't help but to pinch his nose.

"you're always buried in work, every day, every night, every minute, every second... even milliseconds," he sulked.

"you're exaggerating," you commented, shaking your head.

"sometimes i think you forget that you have a baby to take care of," he said with a little giggle, making you laugh too.

"i'm sorry," you murmured, feeling a little bit of guilt because you know you've been really swamped with your work lately.

"but seriously, i miss you," he said, and you saw how his lips formed a downward smile. "i miss you more," you replied, leaning in to give him a gentle forehead kiss.

"baby, time is up. go get changed," you said, lightly tapping his arm, but he won't even move an inch.

"bebi, come on," you coaxed, running a hand through his hair. "but i don't wanna," he whined, wiggling a little before burying his face in your neck, snuggling even closer, his warm breath sending a tingle through you.

"you have to change your shirt first, look at you. you're so uncomfortable," you half scolded, but he didn't respond and just stayed, making you sighed at his stubbornness.

"but i want to lay on top of you after," he said, pressing his lips softly against your neck.

"fine," you relented, knowing you won't have a chance to win this. he slightly detached himself from you, and you quickly stood up, getting him his pajamas.

after getting him his pj's, you went your way to him, giving it to him, but he just stared at it, and slowly, a smirk formed in his lips.

"what are you staring at? go get changed so you can rest," you told him, wiggling the pajama in front of him.

"you change my clothes," he said, grinning, and you immediately shook your head. i knew it... you thought.

"you change it yourself," you told him, raising your left brows. you knew exactly what he was thinking. "bebi, pleaseee?" he asked, blinking his damn eyes. you knew you couldn't resist.

with a sigh, you finally gave in, rolling your eyes with his mischievousness. "fine, but don't do anything stupid," you warned, pointing your fingers at him, and he couldn't help but to bit his lips a little, savoring his small victory.

he grinned wider, clearly pleased with himself. he pulled you in close, one arm slipping around your waist, drawing you onto his lap. your heart raced as you felt his warmth, his hands settling firmly on your hips.

"yah!" you complained with his sudden action, trying to break free from his grip, but he immediately tightened around you.

"what? i don't see anything wrong in this arrangement," he murmured all too innocent as he gazed up at you, his face barely an inch away from you.

"seriously," you said, squeezing your eyes shut as if it would ease the tension you were feeling. when you reopened your eyes, you met his gaze directly looking at you, a small smirk painted in his face, hinting he was enjoying the moment.

"mhm, yeah. seriously," he said, his voice low as his fingers started brushing along your sides. you bit your lip, trying not to react, knowing well that he's making things hard on purpose.

"don't you dare make this difficult for me, i swear," you warned again, keeping your voice as steady as you could, but he just laughed softly.

"me? you know i'd never do that," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"bebi! i swear, i won't keep this up if you keep teasing me like that," you told him and he quickly shook his head, letting out a soft giggle. "alright, i'll behave," he said before pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

you then started to take his shirt off, and you draped his pajama shirt over his broad shoulders. you fumbled a little with the buttons, his hands sneaking up to pull you even closer.

"hold still, or this will take even longer," you muttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"can't help it... just love having you close," he murmured, his voice warm. you shook your head before finally buttoning the last button of his pajama shirt.

"done," you said as you looked up to him, only to find his face just centimeters away from you.

"thanks, bebi." he said, eyes drifting to your lips. you were about to break free from him when he rolled you over the bed, bringing you both to your position earlier.

"you're not going anywhere," he said, snaking his arms around you as he nuzzled to your neck, peppering it with kisses, which made you softly chuckle.

"i love you," he murmured, finally closing his eyes after he got tired of peppering you with kisses. "i love you more than you know," you replied, wrapping your arms around him, and with that, you both dozed off to sleep.

©shinskichan

[quintinh43]

All My Heart | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinn has been off the ice for two weeks, and he isn't dealing with it well.

Pairings: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety/panic (attack?), general questioning of existence. Feelings, Angst, the whole roster basically.

Notes: yall please be careful reading this one! I did not mean for it to go the way it did but here we are. Please please please keep the warnings in mind, and if ever you need to stop reading please do. Take care of yourselves first loves. More notes at the end!

Wc: 1.6 k

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Quinn felt like he was going insane. He'd been off the ice for two weeks due to an upper body injury, and it felt as if the restlessness had buried itself beneath his bones. He currently lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes and a mind that wouldn't relax.

His foot shook incessantly beneath the blanket as he tried to fall asleep, but the thoughts kept whirling. He had been having trouble sleeping since he'd been benched. The constant string of anxious thoughts preventing his mind from quieting down enough for him to slip into a blissful sleep.

"Quinn." You grumble, voice laced with sleepiness. His constant foot shaking had been pulling you in and out of sleep since the two of you had settled down for the night. But you had kept quiet in the hopes that he would be able to fall asleep eventually.

"I'm sorry," Quinn whispers sheepishly, his fingers start drawing soothing circles into your waist, from where his arm is wrapped around you. "I didn't mean to wake you," he murmers, pressing his lips against your hair in a gentle kiss.

"It's alright, love. But can you please please stop shaking your foot?" You mutter, still half asleep.

"Yeah, sorry baby," he murmers sheepishly. He stills his foot, and somehow, the thoughts become ten times more intense. He's going on a full week with a total of maybe four hours of sleep. It's fucking hell. He's been getting snappy during the day. Although you mostly leave it be, because he usually apologizes right after, and you know he doesn't mean when he says it, and it's just his anxiety about not being able to play.

Deciding that there is no use in trying to sleep, he waits until your breathing evens out into a quiet snore before untangling himself from you and slipping out of the bedroom quietly. Quinn finds himself in the kitchen, with no plan on what to do. It's nearly three in the morning.

He settles onto the floor in favour of stretching. Hoping that it will help calm him at least enough so that he's no longer obscenely jittery. Unfortunately, it does nothing useful for him. His next idea is to watch a movie. Maybe something stupid and mind-numbing will put him to sleep.

He makes himself a cup of chamomile tea and sinks into the couch, turning on the first Despicable Me movie. It's perfectly stupid enough to get him no longer thinking about hockey. Except, then there's a freeze-ray. And then Vector's in-house shark aquarium is reminding him of the Canucks.

He pauses the movie and puts down his empty mug on the coffee table with such a deep sigh. It feels as though his bones are rattling. He presses his palms to his eyes in desperation, wishing oh so terribly that he could be skating and playing hockey. He feels chained, having not been allowed on the ice for so long.

His second home, his freedom. Where it feels like he's flying. Where he feels invincible, like he can do anything. Quinn springs up from the couch, and he's pacing. He paces around the living room with such fervor that he might wear a hole into the floor.

He needs to get on the ice. Now. Or he's going to rip his hair out. And then, on top of being injured, he'll also be bald. Which would be the second worst thing to ever happen to him. The first being the fact that he hasn't been allowed on the ice for two full weeks.

With no coherent plan, he creeps around the apartment, throwing his skating equipment in a spare duffle bag. He's grabbing his car keys and slipping on his shoes when the bedroom door opens with a creek.

"Quinn?" Your voice is tired and confused. You're hugging your arms around your body to protect yourself from the chill of the apartment.

Quinn looks like a deer caught in headlights. His hair is sticking up in every which direction, his eyes are red from exhaustion, and his eyebags are so so dark. He's wearing two different shoes, and for fucks sake he's not even wearing a shirt.

You amble over to him cautiously, gently tugging the duffle bag from his hand. You can see the blades of his skates sticking out of the bag. "Baby, what are you doing?" Your eyes dart over to the time on the microwave. It's 3:47 am.

"Y/n" he breathes, it's desperate and pleading, and all you want to do is wrap him in your arms and take away all his pain and worries. "I need to go- I need to get out. I'm going insane." He whispers. There's a tremor in his hands as he runs them through his hair.

"Ok, my love, we're gonna go. Let's go put on some proper clothes first." You say lacing your fingers with his and tugging him towards the bedroom. He sighs, squeezing your hand tightly. Like he needs the physical reminder that you're with him. Otherwise, you'll disappear.

You successfully coax him into a hoodie and a touqe and pull a pair of sweatpants and one of Quinn's hoodies over your (his) t-shirt. Making sure Quinn is wearing the correct set of shoes, you grab the keys off the hook, sling his duffle bag over your shoulder, and grab his hand. As soon as your hands are linked again, his grip is tight. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

You throw his bag in the back seat and slide into the driver's side while Quinn slips into the passenger seat. As soon as he can, he grabs your hand again. You hold your intertwined hands tucked under your chin while you drive.

"Talk to me, Quinn," you murmur softly, stroking your thumb over the back of his knuckles.

Quinn sighs shakily. He wants to talk to you. He really does. But he's so used to burying everything down, to not be a burden. He's the oldest. He's supposed to be the leader, the strong one. He knows in his heart that if there's anyone he can talk to, it's you. You don't push. You know he'll talk when he's ready.

His leg is bouncing, and he's running his hand through his hair nervously as he formulates his thoughts into coherent sentences. "I feel like i'm going insane," he mutters. "i need - i need to get on the ice. It's my freedom. I feel chained to existence because I haven't been able to skate for so long."

Your heart breaks for him as you squeeze his hand, letting him know that you're listening.

"I'm sorry, that doesn't make any sense," he sighs.

"No baby, it does, I get what you're saying," you say softly.

"It's like, I'm being punished for something. Am I a bad person?" His voice is cracking, and if you thought it impossible for your heart to break further, you were just proven wrong.

"No, Quinn, you aren't a bad person. Injuries are inevitable. You didn't do anything to deserve this. I promise you, my love." You kiss the back of his hand, hoping that your lips can pour all your love and reassurance into him.

"Where are we going?" Quinn asks, squinting curiously at the rapidly passing treeline. You had exited onto the highway a little bit ago, with no plan or intention.

You shrug your shoulders, "No idea, I'm just driving."

Guilt washes over Quinn like a tidal wave. He tugs his hand from yours and covers his face, with embarrassment and exasperation at himself. He sighs into his hands, and all of a sudden, the emotions are too much again.

"Quinn?" You glance at him with concern. He's breathing deeply, trying to keep the anxiety from spiking again.

"I'm so sorry, I woke you up and dragged out at such an ungodly hour. And fuck- you have work in the morning. Baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry -" he sounds like he's on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Quinn, baby, look at me." Your voice is so gentle as you wrap your hand around his wrist and tug it away from his face, "You are the most important thing to me. Forever and always, especially especially right now. Please, please, please, don't beat yourself up about it. I would drop everything for you in a heartbeat, my love."

His breathing is still shallow. You rest his hand on your chest and take deep, slow breaths. "Copy my breathing, Quinn."

It takes a minute for his breathing to match yours, "Good job Honey" you smile, keeping his hand pressed against your chest.

"Can we go home?" He whispers, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Of course, baby, whatever you want." You take the next exit and head in the direction of your shared apartment. The drive is mostly silent, only the sounds of deep breathing and the occasional shuddering sigh fill the car.

As soon as you're back in the apartment, Quinn is pulling off his hoodie and toque, "I need you to lay on top of me," Quinn all but begs.

"Alright, lay down wherever you want." You say, stripping if your own hoodie and sweats. He lays on the floor. The bed is too soft. He can't handle the sinking feeling. You lay directly on top of him, and he let's out a relieved sigh, his arms tightening around your waist.

"Love you so much, Y/n," he murmers into your cheek.

"I love you too, Quinn, with all my heart," you say gently, stroking his hair soothingly. He falls asleep within half an hour, and you pass out right after him.

And when the two of you wake up, if you take him skating. Well, that's no one's business but your own.

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I know I said I probably wasn't gonna post for like a week and a half cause of school, but the inspiration hit, and I wrote this in like... an hour. So if it's really bad, well...

And just cause I haven't said it before, everything I write is purely fictional! I don't know how the hughes act in real life! I am simply writing them as characters.

I might end up taking this one down, so...

Anyways. Please take care of yourselves, yall. Leave comments! And as always, Love Soph.

[awriterinthenight]

"Is Anyone Else Joining?"-Five Hargreeves

requested: anonymous

words: 954 (sorry its short, might do a part 2 though)

warnings: bickering, siblings inviting themself, swearing, Klaus mentions something about hating gay people (its really funny in context and in character I swear), they also throw things at Five, idk but this was really funny like I laughed the whole time, its so funny and I might do a part two

summary: Five and reader plan a trip, but the Hargreeves siblings just have to crash it

Alone was a word you could not use to describe the Hargreeves siblings. Anywhere one went, another went, then another, then Klaus shows up, so then Ben shows up, and then its a family reunion at that point.

All you and Five wanted was for a day or two alone together, but his siblings had other plans. Your trip was just you two driving a few towns over to go see a museum you were dying to see. The drive there was half a day, so you would drive there, check into the hotel and sleep, then go to the museum the next morning, then drive home that night. It was very simple till the rest of the Hargreeves showed up.

"You got everything?" Five asked, leaning against the driver's side of the car, the car keys in his hand.

You threw your bag with all your clothes and everything you needed into the trunk, "That should be it, you ready to go?" You asked, opening the passenger door to get in the car.

Five followed after, "Do we really need all that? It's only two days," Five said, starting the car.

"You can never be over prepared," you stated, not seeing anything wrong with the two bags you packed for a two day trip.

"I would argue you can be overprepared, which you are," he argued back. This started a small banter between you two, not yet having left the house. You both continued to bicker until a voice startled you.

"As much as I love a little lovers quarrel, let's get this show on the road. Me and Benerino over here are excited to see where we're going."

Of course it was Klaus who was trying to ruin your trip. He managed to sneak his way into the car when you two weren't looking. And of course if he was going, so was Ben.

"Get out, Klaus," Five yelled at him, annoyed at him ruining everything.

You decided to take a nicer approach to getting Klaus to leave, "He's right Klaus, this just a two of us trip. Plus you don't even have a bag packed," you told him.

"That's where you're wrong, my psycho brother's lover. I do have a bag," he claimed, pulling out a child's backpack, "So let's go before I get hungry and have to pee again."

There seemed to be no way to get Klaus to leave, but the two of you kept trying. Unfortunately for you Diego entered the car for some god awful reason.

"Now what are you doing here?" Five complained, hitting the back of his head against the headrest in annoyance.

"Klaus said you guys were going on a trip, thought why not make it a double date, me and Lila haven't been out in awhile," he explained, but something wasn't quite right about his explanation.

You squinted your eyes at him, "Oh really, you haven't been out in so long, so you just decided to crash our trip?" you questioned.

Diego quickly broke though, "Fine," he said, admitting defeat, "I promised Lila I would take her forever ago, but I forgot, so I'm tagging along, and neither of you will tell her anything."

"Great, so our trip is now victim to my brother's dumbness," Five continued to complain, "Is anyone else joining, or can we go now."

As if the universe itself needed to annoy Five even more, Allison entered the van sitting in the third row, "Who's ready for a family vacation," she shouted, making Five groan as you held in your laughter, "What's wrong with him?"

Klaus spoked up first to explain, "Apparently this was supposed to be a "just the two of them trip", but it's going to be so much more fun with us."

"Wait, you told me this was a family trip?" Allison uttered, confused about what was happening.

Five had his head in his hands, already wanting this trip to be over, "Why me?"

As if this already ruined trip needed more people, Luther and Viktor entered the car after the trunk was slammed shut, "We're lucky we caught you, we thought you left without us," Luther said, entering the van.

"This museum seems pretty cool, you have good taste Y/N," Viktor complimented, making you let out a small chuckle.

Once Lila entered the van, sitting next to Diego, Five asked for the final time, "Is that everyone or is the Pope joining us too?"

"I would love it if he did. I have so many questions for him. First off, why do they hate gays-," Klaus started, but was cutoff by Five.

"I will kick you out of this car, if you don't stop talking," he said, now grouchy from the turn of events.

Klaus just put his hands up, acting all innocent, "Wow, someone's grouchy, this is supposed to be a fun family trip, don't be so negative," he said, acting super dramatic.

"Yeah, don't be a dick," Lila shouted at him, throwing some sort of snack she was eating at him. Which started a chorus of 'don't be an asshole' 'this is supposed to be fun' and the favorite 'my tummy is rumbly' from Klaus, who ate the snack thrown at Five that ended up on the floor.

Five let out a long sigh, "This is going to be a long trip," he whispered under his breath, only loud enough for you to hear, making you laugh. Five might've been annoyed that your trip got ruined, but seeing you laugh put a small smile on his face. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad. Minimum it would be a good laugh for you, and anything that made you happy, made Five happy.

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[propertyofemilyprentiss]

red wine prompt 5, emily x reader, reader has depression and has a bad day

My sweetest downfall

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Emily is always there to guide you back to the light when a bad day comes.

A/N: Thank you for the request! You can join my celebration here!

TWs: none (i think?), just r being sad

Word count: 1.8K

You could sometimes feel it from miles away whenever a bad day was coming. It came in small waves, each one bringing you down just a little until it became too much. First, you could feel your shoulders slumping down in defeat; then your gaze would keep unfocusing from time to time, followed by an increasing heaviness in your chest. Smiling would become a necessary task rather than an involuntary gesture. By the end of it, you were left powerless, succumbing to this barely existing state of numbness.

Today wasn’t any different, you thought, starting to feel the signs from yesterday, a cruel reminder that you didn’t have any power over your mind and feelings. It was a lost cause trying to find a reason - it could well range from nothing to bad weather, to a meaningless argument or to work-related stress. 

When this happens, you always retract into your broken shell and block out the world until you feel like you can breathe again. You rotted in bed, barely moving the whole day, curtains closed and lights off - darkness always brought a weird sense of peace to your defeated soul. You ignored every buzzing of your phone, not having a single flicker of energy to even check who was reaching out to you whilst knowing that you will feel guilty about it later.

Today was one in which you just couldn’t function, instead finding the tiniest victory in the fact that you were still breathing, still alive and not entirely won over by this feeling.

You missed the numbness - it was much easier to survive with it. But on some days you weren’t lucky enough to feel it, instead forced to live into the made-up casket of your mind. 

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After not hearing from you the whole day, Emily decided to stop by your place instead of going directly home. Something was clearly wrong, that much she figured already, but she couldn’t pinpoint what. You had been doing so well lately, smiling and laughing and having that spark in your eyes that she adored. So she didn’t waste any time once the clock hit 5pm, taking her jacket and bag, hurrying towards the car with a heavy heart.

The drive was almost a blur, doing it almost unconsciously from the many times she had done this route before. Grabbing her keys, she entered the building, going towards your apartment, her anxiety growing with each step. Once she reaches the front of the door, she doesn’t waste any second to unlock it, being met with the familiar sight that she had seen countless times before. Only now there was a stark contrast to it - the once lively, cozy place now was poorly lit and unmoving, like there was no soul living here.

She makes her way further into the hallway, careful not to make any sudden noises, until she reaches your bedroom door, which is slightly ajar. Her eyebrows knit into a small frown when she notices you still lying in bed, for a moment wondering how long you’ve been there. Pushing it a bit more, she quietly enters the room, silently making her way over and stopping right beside you, her frown growing deeper. A wave of worry immediately washes over her as she takes in the sight of you still in PJs, your hair unbrushed and no sign of food or water nearby.

With her eyes never leaving you for even a moment, she settles on the edge of the bed, her lips pursed and her heart breaking a little at the sight of you still unmoving, just existing. Taking a deep breath, she slowly reaches out, beginning to card her fingers through your silky hair, her voice lowered but laced with concern.

”Sweetheart?”, she tried to gently pull you out of this state, asking simple yes or no questions at the beginning, “how long have you been in bed, mi amor? Since I left for work this morning?”.

”Mhm…”, you let out, your eyes darting up to her face, regretting it moments later once you spotted her troubled expression. All because of you.

The frown on her face doesn’t disappear at your quietly mumbled response, the uneasiness in her chest tearing her apart at your confirmation. “But…that was more than ten hours ago…have you eaten anything at all?”.

When she was met with silence, Emily’s heart broke a little more, her mind already imagining the sight of you all alone, laying in bed for ten hours straight, not bothering to take care of yourself in the simplest ways. The most important question still lingered on the tip of her tongue, wishing nothing more than to be able to find out the cause of this so that she could make it better. She swallowed the lump in her throat, scared not to push you even further away if she’d ask it now, instead letting her fear and vulnerability out through her shaky voice while her fingers still moved in a comforting motion through your hair.

“Sweetheart…you’re really worrying me”, she expressed, trying to get any sort of reaction out of you, but getting none again. Her heart broke further.

Silence engulfed the room, carrying the heaviness of a thousand unspoken words between you two, like there’s a thick brick wall that Emily can’t get through.

”I’m sorry”, you finally spoke in a low murmur, feeling like it was the only thing worth saying at this moment.

“You have nothing to be sorry for”, she immediately replied, her voice as gentle as always, “just please tell me what’s wrong”.

“Bad day”, you sighed, not daring to make eye-contact with her again, your mind already conjuring the pained expression of her beautiful face that you didn’t deserve to look at.

Her gaze falls at the sound of your defeated tone, like you were trying to make yourself as small as possible until you could shrink away from her. It was never easy seeing you being a prisoner of your own mind, but alongside the pain that coursed through her veins also came the determination to make it all better. To assure you that she is here and that she loves you more than anything, even on your bad days.

“Please, baby, look at me”, her voice was as soft as a flower petal, bringing two fingers under your chin to encourage you further. 

When you finally did, her heart clenched a little more at your hurting, exhausted eyes. The motion of her hand was almost an unconscious gesture as she traced it over your cheek, her thumb moving in a gentle caress to soothe the pain that won over your soul.

“Did something happen?”, she asked with caution, her tone bearing the same tenderness.

You shook your head in response, a part of you wishing that something had actually happened, so that you could at least have a viable reason why you were feeling like this, why you couldn’t do more than just exist.

“No, nothing happened”, you mutter in slight frustration, “I just have this feeling that’s pressing onto me and…and I don’t know how to get rid of it”, your voice cracked a bit, enough to make your eyes glisten, “I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again”.

“Hey, no, sweetheart, it’s okay”, she responded affectionately, ignoring the aching in her chest as your words broke through her body, “Tell me what you need”.

You looked at her hesitantly for a moment, fighting between your desire and the voices in your head telling you that you don’t deserve it. But she was right there, her eyes pleading at you to let her in, to let her love you, making it impossible not to cave in.

“Can you…can you hold me? Please?”, you pleaded in a whisper, almost self-conscious from how pathetic you knew you sounded.

“Of course”, she gave you a smile - and you could see the spark of hope in her eyes that almost made you crumble before her arms even encircled your body.

And that was it, from the moment she noticed the tears in your eyes that were threatening to fall on your weary face, any shred of doubt completely dissolved, her hands immediately reaching for you until you were laying partially on top of her, her arms firmly wrapped around you. One hand resumed the smooth motion through your hair, while the other kept you against her, determined not to let go - not to let you go.

That’s when you ultimately fell into pieces, your body shaking with the force of your sobs, tears trailing down onto Emily’s shoulder, your own hold tight onto her body, terrified of scaring her away.

“It’s okay baby, it’s okay. I’m here, I love you, I’ve got you. It’s going to be okay, just let it all out”, she mumbled into your ears, the softness in which she spoke breaking you furthermore.

Her voice continues to murmur the words over and over again, soothing and quiet, the only sound in the entire silent apartment beside her sweet nothings being the shuddering, heart-wrenching sobs that erupt from your body, causing her arms to hold you closer and her lips to find your forehead, placing loving kisses repeatedly.

She lets you cry against her until you have nothing left, her limbs wrapped around you, encasing you in a blanket of warmth and safety, the smell of expensive perfume and clean clothes filling your nostrils as her hold never falters, her chin resting on top of your head in between kisses.

That’s when the feeling goes away, its place being taken by the comfort and familiarity that Emily radiated - the feeling of being at home. Gradually, the heaviness in your chest disappeared, tears turning into sniffles and pain transcending into love.

“That’s it, you’re doing amazing”, she whispered, her thumbs wiping away the remnants of your teardrops.

“Thank you”, you managed to let out, still keeping your face hidden away in the crook of her neck.

“No need to thank me”, she gently moved a little bit to uncover your eyes, earning a little smile in response, “See? That smile is worth everything”.

Her words made your heart flutter, your lips curling further upwards. “I love you, Em”.

“I love you too, sweetheart”, she pecked your lips this time, your smiles reuniting in between, “Now, we need to do something about your empty stomach. Stay here, I’ll prepare something quickly”.

“Don’t…”, you protested as soon as you felt her pulling away, “let’s just order something”.

The look you gave her caused her to crumble instantly, never being able to refuse your pleading. “Okay, we’ll order something”.

God, you love her so much.

With Emily next to you the whole night, a bad day was just that - a bad day, not a bad week, nor a bad month. Just a bad day, which would be instantly perished by her presence, a constant guiding light in your life.

[y2kmcblingirliee]

Could you do a fic or series where black!reader is in a toxic relationship with Caitlin and Kate tries to show her how she deserves better with smut?

Ipairings - |Top!Kate| |Sub!Reader| - |Toxic!Caitlin|

cw - First Person POV - 18+ SMUT, Toxic relationship, praise kink

You wake up with Caitlin beside you starting off your morning by her yelling at you for something you did the night before, You walk away from her heading to the bathroom with your phone for some privacy. You text Kate “Kate.. I literally cannot Caitlin is just so annoying & insufferable to be around she’s always such a bitch.” Kate replies back quickly “Y/n, I’ll be there to pick you up in a bit let’s go for a drive.” So you wipe your tears and head back to the you and Caitlin’s shared room. Caitlin has already gone off to practice ( thankfully you didn’t really wanna hear her complaining even more than she already was doing..) You quickly pick out a cute outfit and head to the bathroom to take a shower. After you’ve showered, done your skincare, brushed your teeth. You even did your makeup to just look nice for whatever is bound to happen. You get in the elevator and go to the parking lot of your apartment where you see Kate smiling in her car at you. Kate gets out to give you a big hug + she opens her car door for you. Your so shocked by her generosity & random acts of kindness ( since it’s something your not really used to being with Caitlin ) You and Kate just talk for hours in the parking lot about life & You even start to vent to her about Caitlin. You go on to say things like “You’re such a good person Kate, This far different from how Caitlin is.” Kate leans in to kiss you. Which you kissed back, Kate pulls away for a second asking “do you want to go to the back?” Which you nod your head, You both lead to the back seat of Kate’s car. Kate lays you back and starts to make out with you and kiss on your neck making sure to leave hickeys. She starts to kiss all the way down to your lower stomach which she lifts her head to ask “Y/n, are you sure you want me to keep going?” You say “yes please I’m fine, I trust you Kate.” Which makes Kate flash that smile that you love. Kate begins to pull down your skirt & underwear and begins eating you out. Your hands are in her hair while she keeps bumping her nose into your clit. Your toes start to curl at the sudden feeling. Kate begins to start praising you saying “your doing so well baby.” & “you’re so good baby..” Which caused you to get even more closer at her words. You began to feel a knot in your stomach which Kate asks “baby.. you close?” You nod your head uncontrollably. You cum on Kate’s tongue, which leads Kate to swallow and lift up your skirt. Kate gets up from under you & starts making out with you. Until you get a call & your phone starts ringing a bunch. You stop to check your phone ( which fell on the backseat floor ) Caitlin texts you “what the fuck are you doing?” & “where the fuck are you, why have you been in the parking lot for so long.” You lift up your body from under Kate giving her another kiss and quickly leaving her car. You go in the elevator back up to your apartment & Caitlin is yelling at you asking “Why the fuck where you in the parking lot for so long..” You said back “Why do you care so much? Why are you home early anyways..” Caitlin said “Because I left my key and I was trying to pick up my gym bag.” “And why the fuck are you dripping down your leg Y/n?” Which led you to start laughing at her & Caitlin just left the apartment locking the door behind her.

I hope this was similar to what you asked for!!

[earlysunshines]

when you kiss me heaven sighs

minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; fluff ; wc: 0.9k

synopsis: bad day but warm welcome to make it instantly amazing

a/n: happy birthday to the woman who is the reason i started this account and also the love of my life and um basically my everything :p

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the day was a nightmare, one that you couldn’t wake up from.

your girlfriend had to leave early in the morning for a special meeting at work, so you were left to wake up alone and cold in the empty bed. waking up all puffy and groggy without sana’s breath tickling your neck ruined your mood, and your day could only get worse from here on out.

it did get worse.

on the way to work your tire popped, and because of that you were late to work. your boss is a pretty laid-back person, but it seemed like something had been troubling him with the way he scolded you for coming in thirty minutes past eight. after that nerve racking reprimanding, you walk back to your desk and just when you think things can’t get any worse—ryujin runs into you at the turn of the hall and spills her matcha latte all over you, your white shirt, and beige pants.

you tried to stay positive, but eventually gave up after having to work overtime.

because you can’t drive your own car at the moment, you had to resort to public transport—which, you didn’t really mind, but today it just had to be all full and overwhelming. your bag seems ten times heavier as you carry it while exiting the bus, and as soon as you take a step on the stairs leading to your floor; the bag is thirty times heavier than ever, almost dragging you down with.

somehow, you manage to make it to the apartment without falling over and collapsing. it surprises you that you’re able to scramble for your keys and open the door without another mishap happening today.

as soon as the door opens and you’re able to step inside, a pair of soft lips collides with your own clumsily, missing your own lips at first but soon shifting over to capture them fully. the familiar scent of roses and vanilla urges you to cup the cheeks of the person kissing you and give in to their contact, smiling into the warm welcome.

you pull away just barely to mutter a short “hi lovely” before sana kisses you again, wrapping her arms around your neck and filling your senses with her.

when she pulls away to give you a breather, you get a glimpse of her overjoyed expression and flushed cheeks. she closes in and pecks your lips—short and sweet—before pulling away again. this time her nose brushes against yours, she lingers close to your tired face.

“i missed you.” she mumbles, letting her hand roam down to the base of your neck.

“i missed you way more,” you say quietly, “you left me this morning.”

sana shakes her head, then pulls you into your shared home before you close the door behind you. she lets you set your bag down before taking your hand and pulling you over to the counter of the kitchen.

“i didn’t want to honey.” she defends with a frown. “that meeting was early and boring, i wanted to stay in bed with you. i didn’t see you the whole day because you had overtime too.”

as you lean against the marble, you pull her in by the waist before placing a chaste kiss on her jawline, then pulling away to take in her bare face. you tuck her hair behind her ear and smile at how adorable she looks, there’s something about her like this—something so beautiful in her simplicity.

“well, now we’re here—together.” you assure, “let me shower so we can cuddle and make up for that time we missed.”

“okay,” sana says before leaning in closer with a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “don’t take too long.”

“i won’t, trust me.” you respond before sana locks your lips together again. she pulls away one last time, fighting the urge just to sit there and make out with you. the way she stares at your lips blatantly makes you giggle. “you just can’t keep your lips off me, can you?”

“oh, so you don’t want me to kiss you anymore, is that what i’m hearing?”

“no, no, i never said that!” you sigh, rolling your eyes. “i really, really like your lips, baby. please don’t stop, and ppleeaasssee keep kissing me first thing after work. i had a really bad day.”

she laughs and looks down at the grassy, green stain on your white shirt and fiddles with the fabric of your collar. she smiles at you when she meets your face again.

“nice design,” she teases, “pretty unique, is it designer?”

you lift yourself off the counter and reach for her, letting your fingers graze her rib area and tickle her relentlessly. she attempts to push you off while tears threaten to leak through her pretty eyes, but you don’t let her win that easily.

your lips find their way on her neck and pepper feathery, ticklish pecks all over her soft skin while you continue to wiggle your fingers all over her ribs.

“s-stop! i’m sorry—y/n!” she laughs, voice getting high and airy while she uses her manicured hands to push you away. “s-stop! that tickles!”

you smile after seeing the small tear that leaves the corner of her eye and wipe it away with your thumb, then you kiss her forehead quickly as she recovers from your antics.

“you’re so annoying.” sana lies, shoving your shoulder with her palm playfully.

“you love me.”

“yes a lot,” she admits. “now go shower, i’m not kissing you until you do that.”

[wileys-russo]

I keep noticing Leah wearing this rly full cross body bag to all the games so far and I’ve just thought how does a girl need so much stuff with her to watch the game?! Maybe a fic where Leah’s gf questions her about the cross body bag, she gets all shy and it turns out she’s carrying something of her gfs (lucky item, fav t shirt etc) to bring luck for the game. Kinda cute x

this is adorable lucky charms II l.williamson

"babe you'll miss the bus if we don't leave now!" your girlfriend called up the stairs, tapping her foot impatiently. "i can't find my lucky socks!" you called back with a groan, practically destroying your shared bedroom as you hunted around for them with no luck.

"just grab another pair love, this happened last week too!" leah sighed, fiddling with her bag as she again checked the time on her watch. "shift it, we're leaving!" leah decided, knowing if she waited around any longer your anxiety would only worsen.

"yeah and look how last week went." you huffed in annoyance, kit bag slung over your shoulder as you thundered downstairs with a frown. "hey, stop." leah grabbed your hands, pressing your body gently against the wall as she looked into your eyes.

"you've never been a superstitious person before, where's all this come from then?" the blonde asked, concerned at these new behaviours which had arisen within you since the commencement of the new season.

"it's nothing, i'm fine lee. lets just go!" you forced a smile, squeezing her shoulders and moving past her, leah grabbing her car keys and following after you, deciding to table the conversation for later not wanting to rattle you any further.

"i really don't see why you're driving me to colney, then back here, then to the emirates. i could have gotten one of the girls to pick me up or driven myself." you shook your head as your girlfriend pulled out of the driveway.

"because i've missed driving you round, do you know how nice it is to not be stuck with you as a personal chauffeur?" leah teased with a smirk as you smacked her leg, hand resting on her thigh as she drove. "watch it williamson." you warned playfully, though it brought leah comfort to see a smile finally settle back on your face.

~

it was a smile that returned and doubled by the time the final whistle blew to end injury time, you and your girls fighting and scraping for a well deserved three points.

letting out a passionate yell you all but barreled into stina who was the closest person to you, the swede picking you up and swinging you round as a few of your team mates pressed in, all of you hugging and cheering.

"meadoooo!" you hollered, almost tackling the blonde who laughed, tears welling up in her eyes as she hugged you tightly and you mumbled over and over how proud of her you were before she was pulled away to continue the celebrations.

"lessi!" you screamed at your long time friend who was looking around in shock, giant smile plastered on your face as you sprinted at her, jumping into her waiting arms and kissing her forehead, rambling on about how well she played.

"the first goal of many." you promised as she put you back down on your feet.

"hear that? they wanna see ya russo!" katie grinned, joining the two of you and shoving the blonde over to where the fans were chanting for her, her cheeks bright red as her grin only grew. the three of you did your lap, clapping and thanking the fans and chatting among yourselves as jen, steph and caitlin eventually joined you.

you watched as leah embraced your national team mates in bear hugs, watching her mouth move a million miles an hour as she proudly commended everything they fought for the last 100+ minutes.

she caught your eye over alessia's shoulder, giving her one last hug before breaking away as you both started to walk toward each other. meeting in the middle her arms wrapped around you tightly, your face buried in her jacket as her lips lingered on your forehead.

"see? no socks, no problems. i'm so proud of you! didn't stop even for a second." leah breathed out as the two of you hugged tightly, both wishing you could kiss but very hyper aware of the millions of eyes watching.

"i'm sorry for being so fixated on that this morning." you apologized with a small sigh. "so where has all this come from love?" leah asked with a concerned frown, holding you at arms length.

"it's nothing, it's silly." you tried to dismiss it again as leah tightened her grip on you, giving you a knowing look. "i just-" you started, shaking your head. "can we please talk about it later?" you asked with a look around as leah nodded, quickly pulling you into another hug.

"babe what is in this?" you laughed as her bag dug into her hip, leah quickly flinging it over her back with a shake of her head. "nothing." she smiled but you caught the slight blush on her cheeks and gave her a look.

"how do you need that much stuff to watch a game? you bring it with you each week actually! what is so important?" you pushed, leaning around trying to grab the bag as leah shook her head and held you off.

"i'll show you later. team talk time!" she dismissed you with a charming smile, slinging an arm over your shoulder and walking you over to where your team had all begun to huddle together in a circle.

~

"so i was freaking out about the socks because i never had anything consistent last season and there was just...just so much that went wrong and was out of my control." you started, leah looking up from where she was doing the dishes as you appeared, drying her hands and moving to stand in front of you.

"so i thought that maybe if i had some things i was in control of it might, well it might bring us better luck. but i can't even do that right!" you sighed in frustration, head coming to rest on leahs shoulders as she wrapped you up in her arms.

"see, it's silly." you mumbled into her hoodie. "no it's not silly baby, it makes sense. last season was...well, it happened." she sighed in agreement as the two of you swayed for a moment of comfortable silence, wrapped in each others loving embrace.

"i have to show you something." leah let go, moving past you as you followed her into the hallway, the girl grabbing her bag where it hung up with her jacket from today. "i finally get to see whats in this infamous bag." you gasped happily, clapping as leah playfully rolled her eyes and the two of you sat down.

"well similarly to you i was wanting a way to bring us some better luck, even just from the sidelines until i can be back on the pitch and do my bit properly." leah started as you nodded for her to continue.

"so..." leah trailed off, unzipping her bag and starting to unpack what was in it as your mouth opened a little in shock. "i take these to every game now, and i make sure to sit with them when i watch from home." leah admitted, cheeks blushing rosy pink as she finished.

laid out in between the two of you were what a normal person would deem as just an assortment of very random items, but only you and leah knew the real special meaning behind each one.

there was several very faded movie tickets, you couldn't quite make out what movies they were from but when leah had found out you adored the cinema she'd vowed to take you once a week when the two of you first started seeing one another.

there was several cloth wristbands of differing colors, from the multitude of concerts you'd both been to together. accompanied by your favourite coldplay tour t-shirt leah had bought you when you'd seen them live together on your first anniversary.

there was a key ring from the arsenal foundation that leah had brought you back when she'd traveled around with them after the world cup, as well as the beaded bracelet that she'd made you when she was over in jordan.

there were three medals to finish up the small collection, both yours and leahs euro medals as well as your second place medal from the world cup. and of course, last but not least were your lucky socks and leahs own pair of lucky socks, bundled up together in pairs.

"oh leah..." you trailed off softly, tenderly touching the items as memories flooded your mind and your lips curled into a smile, giving her a look of adoration.

"so thats what i always have with me baby, all my lucky charms."

[starrysan]

holyland

masterlist

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

warnings (prerequisites?): angst, exes to lovers, swearing, not proofread 😓

a/n: I incorporated some of the lyrics from holyland where I thought they fit. @spicxbnny I hope I did your request justice, enjoy!! ^^

[1.4k words]

3rd person pov

"𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿. 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎"

“so that’s it? you’re leaving?” y/n asked, not even sad anymore just angry.

the two were currently standing infront of their apartment. yunho had called a cab and was holding his bags waiting for it.

“i’m doing this for us-” yunho tries to reason.

“for.. for US?! no yunho this is not for us this is for you you went behind my back accepting a job even though you knew id tell you to go for if you just told me about it but no.” she stops herself from saying something she’d regret before continuing.

“you went and took it and now you’re breaking up with me for it. this is not for us yunho and you know it.”

“i-”

“don’t interrupt me.”

you were the one who said communication is key and we should tell each other anything we had going on. in what world would i not tell you to go for a job i know you’ve been talking about for years?” y/n says restraining everything in her not to drag yunho back into the house. as angry as she was she wasn’t going to not let him take this job up.

as y/n finishes talking yunho’s cab pulls up. “goodbye yunho.” she says not even watching him get in the cab and going back to her apartment.

yunho stood there stunned not knowing what to do or say as he puts his stuff in the trunk and hopping into the car.

some time passes a few years or so to be exact and yunho finds someone else. was he content? sure. happy? maybe not the right word. him and his girlfriend were on the plane heading back to Korea. was he aware he may see y/n? of course. was he scared? of course he was.

they get into a cab heading to the apartment he had rented where did he move to exactly? the apartment right across from y/n of course. did he do this on purpose, not necessarily.. it just happened to be the only apartment left in the building.

the two move in y/n not even realizing new neighbors had come in till almost a week later when she was leaving her apartment and saw yunho's girlfriend leave not realizing who she was.

"oh hi are you new to the building? my name is y/n" she introduces. the girl introduces herself telling y/n she moved in with her boyfriend about a week ago.

"hope you're settling in well. if you need anything at all just come knock" y/n smiles before heading into her own apartment.

yunho's girlfriend comes back inside telling yunho about a nice girl she met on the way back. yunho not realizing who she was told her to invite the girl over for dinner, which she did.

the night of dinner came and y/n knocks on the door. the girlfriend answers the door greeting her as she comes in. "where's your boyfriend?" y/n asked assuming he'd be here as well.

"ah in the other room ill go get him" she says leaving the room to go find him. she returns moment later and yunho's eyes widen, y/n's doing the same as the two realized what was going on.

"y/n.." yunho says. "yunho.." y/n answers much to his girlfriend's confusion. "whatre you doing here?" he asks. "here to have dinner but not anymore I guess." she says as she heads for the door.

"y/n wait please" yunho pleads. "you have 2 minutes no. 1 minute to explain what the fuck you're doing back here."

"I- the job opportunity was only for a few years" yunho starts. "and I missed home so I came back."

"and her?" y/n asked, not judgingly as she gives his girlfriend a knowing glance and she seemed to understand. "we met while I was there"

y/n takes a second to calm herself down. "im going to go home before I say something im going to regret. goodbye it was very nice to meet you" y/n gives yunho's girlfriend a goodbye as she leaves the apartment and runs back into her own.

as yunho went to sleep at night all he could think about was y/n everything that happened those years ago all flew back to him at once.

"𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅? 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎?"

weeks go by and all yunho could think about was her. his girlfriend noticed this as well not being able to take it anymore and breaking up with him.

y/n hears about their breakup through the grapevine, or rather, she sees his girlfriend barge out of his apartment with her bags before she leaves the building. yunho watches her leave seeing y/n outside her door when she heard all the commotion but not daring to say anything.

he goes to her door almost everyday, wanting to knock but not having the courage to.

after the fifth day y/n had enough obviously seeing him standing outside, a bit pathetically she might add as she opens the door to his surprise. "y/n-!"

"save it. what're you doing outside my door?" she asks looking at him. "can we talk? please" yunho practically begs.

y/n thinks for a bit before sighing and giving him space to come in the door. "come in" she says reluctantly.

the two sit at her dining table, no one saying anything. "yunho if you're just going to sit there in silence please leave."

"no I- just needed to gather my thoughts." he says finally. "you had three whole years to do that" she scoffs.

"y/n, I have no excuse for what I did. it was selfish I know. I should've just talked to you about it instead of deciding things on my own and assuming you wouldn't be supportive I know that's not the type of person you are. can you please forgive me and could we start over?" yunho finishes.

y/n takes in everything yunho says, not saying anything at first. "say something please" yunho says looking up at her after he had been looking down at his hands.

"yunho you left me. there's no sugarcoating it- you left me." y/n starts. "but.. I never stopped loving you and im sure you knew that. which was why it hurt me even more when I saw you with someone else, let alone the person being an absolute sweetheart. she had every right to break up with you after you put her in that situation."

"we can't just go back to how we are.. it's going to take me time but if you truly changed.. we can start slow." y/n says.

"thank you y/n" yunho says going up to hug her but she stops him. "too soon?" "too soon." she replies a slight giggle when she does and all yunho could do was smile. he missed her laugh, he missed everything.

slowly but surely they got comfortable with each other, nothing crazy but it was progress. they'd sit on the couch together, not too close but the same couch at least.

yunho's lease was coming up and y/n tells him to just move back in, telling him he'd have to sleep on the couch though and he was more than content with that.

a few more months go by and y/n saw how uncomfortable yunho was on the couch the couch being far too small for him but he settled with it.

"𝗈𝗁, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗒𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾. 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾"

"yunho?" y/n calls from her room and yunho pops his head up. "yeah?" he answers. "come to bed." she says. opening the door for him. "really?" he says making sure she was 100% sure. "yes really, its getting miserable seeing you suffer on the couch come to bed."

yunho practically jumps off the couch bolting to the bed. they just slept side by side yunho not daring to go too close to her but after a while, she lets him.

"yunho?"

"hm?"

"I love you"

he has to make sure he heard her right. "..what?"

"I said, I love you"

"𝗂'𝗆 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌. 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇, 𝗂'𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 (𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖾)"

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Bets & Bargains - Part 11

Series Masterlist

➪in which you and bradley spend the perfect weekend together, but nothing lasts forever, and the bubble you had been in with him bursts when monday morning comes around.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 7k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

When Bradley finally managed to get his mind and body (and his cock) under control, he drove you back to campus. He was going to beg you to stay the night at his place, but he didn’t need to because as soon as he parked, you were grabbing your bag and hopping out of the Jeep, waiting by the door so he could unlock it. 

That was how he found himself frantically shoving the key into the lock and pulling you up to his room at one in the morning on a Sunday. His lips were locked on yours as he walked you backwards into his room, and when you nearly tripped on his school bag, his grip on your lower back tightened as he steadied you. “God, you’re a mess,” he grunted against your lips. “Is it because I fucked you? Because that happened a few hours ago, babes.”

You groaned and gripped his jaw more firmly. “Shut up,” 

He laughed before guiding you further into his room. “It’s late, but I don’t want to go to bed yet,” he mumbled, reluctantly pulling away from your mouth. “Shower with me before we go to sleep? You are staying the night, right?” He couldn’t control the way his question came out sounding a bit desperate, but the grin on your face told him that you didn’t care. 

“You mean what’s left of it?” You tease and push him towards the bathroom. “Yes, I’m staying the night, if that’s okay with you, Fratley.”

Bradley bit his lip and nodded, his hands reaching up to pull on the strings of your bikini top you hastily threw back on after you and he finally left the backseat of his car. “It’s more than okay with me,” 

You grin up at him and let him pull off your bottoms as well, leaving you completely bare in front of him once again. He groaned, pulling you close to him and peppering kisses along your neck while you pushed down his swimming trunks. 

God, he was obsessed with you. He had a feeling he already was before, but now it’s worse. Way worse. 

You were perfect, absolutely perfect for him, inside and out. He couldn’t believe Luke thought poorly about you in bed. What the fuck was wrong with him? You were unlike anything or anyone Bradley had ever touched in his life, and you were so responsive to him, he was having a hard time detaching himself from you right now. 

When he finally got you into the shower, he let you drag your hands all over his body in a half-assed attempt to wash him and rid him of the sand. He feebly tried to return the actions, but then your hand traveled further down his body to his semi hard-on, and he bit back a groan. 

Within seconds he was fully hard again, and he tipped his head back when you began placing kisses on his neck. Your tongue poked out to lick along the beads of water that dripped down his skin, then your kisses trailed down his chest until you were on your knees on the hard tile of the shower floor. “Baby,” he rasped, looking down at you. 

You looked like something straight out of a fantasy, your neck scattered with the marks he left on you in the car, your eyes hooded and your lashes and hair wet. Fuck, he was helpless in your hold as you gave his cock a firm squeeze. “Can I?” You asked sweetly, running your thumb over his tip as you waited for his answer.  

“Fuck,” he grunted, reaching down to push your hair away from your forehead. “I’d be out of my fucking mind to say no to you.” 

You grinned and a blush formed on your face before you leaned in and wrapped your pretty lips around just his tip. Your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock and your hand gripped his base, giving him a slow stroke as you let your eyes fall shut. 

“Holy fuck,” Bradley groaned, sliding his hand into your hair as he watched your every move. Your mouth opened a bit as you took more of him and began slowly sucking him off, and he was done for. Your mouth felt nearly as good as your body did, and he was in disbelief that you wanted to get him off twice tonight. It was as if you were as insatiable as he is. How perfect could you be? 

When you opened your eyes and looked up at him through your lashes, Bradley nearly came right then and there. “Is this okay?” You asked when you pulled your mouth away but continued to stroke him. 

He wanted to laugh, but the only sounds he could make were deep groans, because even though your hand was much smaller than his, it felt about ten times better. “More than okay,” he grunted, unable to stop himself from moving his hand to the back of your head. “Keep going, babes.”

You grinned and took him back into your mouth, and the harsh suck you gave his tip had his knees buckling as he tipped his head back.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand instinctively tightening in your hair. “That’s it, baby. Feels so good.” 

You moaned at his praise and the vibrations had his knees feeling weak again, making him lean back against the tiled wall for some sort of stability. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so fast,” he muttered but he wasn’t really embarrassed. 

He was surprised he held off for so long back in the Jeep, with your tightness wrapped around him in a way that felt nearly suffocating but in the best way. There was no way he was lasting long this time around. 

Bradley looked back down at you and saw your eyes were closed again as you sucked him off, and he reached down with the hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair and gently gripped your jaw. “Look at me,” he softly demanded, wanting to see your pretty eyes as you worked him to that same sweet relief you gave him earlier. 

Your eyes slowly opened and you looked up at him with his cock stuffed all the way in your mouth, and he was sure he had never seen a hotter or prettier sight in his life. 

“You’re so gorgeous,” he huffed out, caressing your jaw with his thumb as you moaned around him again. His head fell back against the wall as you stilled your head and allowed him to gently thrust into your mouth. “Fuck yeah.”

The way your throat closed around him had him spiraling, and he couldn’t take much more. You felt too good everywhere, he wasn’t sure how he was ever supposed to last long with you. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, “Where…where-”

“In my mouth,” you answered, pulling off him briefly. “I want to taste you.”

Then you were taking him back into your sweet, tight mouth, and he was done for. He let out a deep groan, his fingers buried in your soaked hair as he came hard down your throat. “Fuck,” he grunted, the way you eagerly continued to suck him prolonging his high. 

When you slowly pulled off him, he helped you up and quickly pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss. A groan escapes his mouth as he tastes the remnants of himself on your tongue, and he grips your face a bit firmer as he pulls your body right up against his. “Was that okay?” You asked a bit breathlessly.

Your lips were puffy and swollen, and your eyes were tired but sated, and you looked fucking stunning as you asked him the most obvious question he’d ever heard in his life. “Okay? Baby, that was fucking amazing,” he answered, kissing you again afterwards. “Best head I’ve ever had.”

You blushed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure it was,”

Bradley, guided your gaze back to his, making sure you were looking at him as he sternly asked you, “You think I’d just say that if I didn’t mean it?” 

You bit your lip as you shook your head. “Well, no…”

“If you’re still convinced that Luke was right about you not being satisfying during sex, I can confidently tell you that he was dead wrong,” he mumbled, tracing your puffy bottom lip with his thumb. “Back in the car? I’ve never felt that good, and right here? That’s a close second behind.”

Another deep blush took over your face as Bradley leaned in and kissed your forehead, and you melted against his chest. 

“So please, don’t think about what he told you anymore, okay? Because he was so wrong, about all of it,” he finished with a soft kiss to your jaw and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as the water slowly started to turn cold. 

Half an hour later, you were wearing Bradley’s football jersey and a pair of his boxers as you bounced around his kitchen while he looked for something you could eat, his own body only covered by a pair of sweats. You were snacking on a box of crackers and slapped his butt every time you passed him, and he wondered if this was what married life was like. If it was, he couldn’t wait for that time in his life where he settled down and got a taste of that domestic shit. 

When you rounded the table again, Bradley stopped you with a hand on your waist. “Okay, how the fuck do you have this much energy?” He asked as you grinned up at him, cracker box in hand. He glanced at the clock on the stove before adding, “Seriously, it’s like, almost three in the morning.”

You shrugged and held a cracker up to his lips. “That shower blowjob and praise I got after really put me in a good mood,” you answered as you escaped his grasp and began moving around the kitchen once again. 

Ten minutes later, you were on his lap on the couch as he fed you a sandwich with one hand and used the other to finish off the cracker box. It was so late, but he didn’t want this to end. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this content in his life, and he was quickly beginning to realize that Briana was right.

He put hardly any effort into his relationship with her, because she never made him feel like this. Those eleven months he spent with her felt a bit pointless to him now, because really, all he got out of it was sex. He knew as much about her at the end that he did at the beginning, and he never wanted to show her off or do all the normal couple shit, but something had completely switched inside of him, and he knew it was all because of you. 

He wanted to be better for you, and he felt like he was on the right track, if the way you and he couldn’t stop touching each other was anything to go by. 

“I never want this day to end,” you mumble as you cuddle up on his chest once you are finished with the sandwich and let him eat the crust. “It’s been so perfect.”

Bradley hummed in agreement. “Technically, the day ended a few hours ago,” he pointed out as he set the box down on the cushion next to him. “But you’re right. It’s been absolutely perfect.”

You grin down at him and shake your head before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, one that had him tightening his hold on you. He’s kissed you about fifty times since he picked you up yesterday morning, yet each one felt better than the last somehow. He didn’t think he would ever get tired of you or the feeling of your lips on his. 

Just as he shifted to deepen the kiss, the front door swung open and hit the wall next to it loudly, making you jump slightly on his lap and pull away from his mouth. “Fuck,” you laughed quietly as you covered your mouth, and Bradley ran his hands down your back once he felt the fast beating of your heart from the sudden noise. 

He turned his head and glared at whoever decided to make that loud of an entrance at three in the morning, and he wasn’t surprised to see that it was Eli. “Jesus, could you be any louder?” He muttered and Eli gave him a sly smirk, and it was obvious that he was wasted. 

Bradley almost wished he didn’t even say anything, because it looked like Eli was going to go straight up to his room without noticing you and him on the couch, but his whole demeanor shifted once he heard Bradley’s voice. “Bradshaw,” he beamed, stumbling his way into the living room and leaving the front door wide open. “Fuck, man. I haven’t seen you all day, dude. Where the hell have you been?”

Bradley rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch as his fingers played with the hem of his shirt you were wearing. “I was out,” was all he said and Eli laughed as he rubbed at his eyes. 

He squinted, trying to see past Bradley’s head in the dark living room. “Who is that? Is that…is that Bri? No, is that…” he trailed off as he snapped his fingers obnoxiously. “Y/n. That’s it. Is that Y/n?”

Bradley groaned quietly and closed his eyes as he nodded. “Yeah, it’s her,”

Eli grinned, stepping further into the room. “Hey, Y/n,” he said with a deep laugh. “I’ve heard a lot about you. A lot. You’ve got our boy wrapped around your finger, huh?”

You laughed uncomfortably, and Bradley gave you an apologetic look. “Um, I wouldn’t say that,” 

Eli waved off your words and moved to sit next to Bradley, his body falling onto the couch with a dramatic huff. “I would. You guys are so cute,” he nudged Bradley’s side and smirked at the glare he received. “Things have really worked out for you, huh, Bradshaw?”

Bradley’s heart fell a bit at his words, and he knew if he stayed long enough, Eli would bring up the bullshit bet Bradley made when he was drunk and mourning his failed relationship with Bri.

None of that mattered anymore. He wasn’t with you to get back at his ex, that was fucking stupid. He was with you because he was pretty sure he could picture himself going all the way with you, but Eli would never understand that. 

That didn’t mean he got to ruin what Bradley was building with you. No way in hell was that going to happen. 

Bradley gently guided you off his lap and stood up, pulling you up with him as he held his glare at Eli. “Yeah, I’m really lucky,” he muttered and tugged you against his side, your bare legs not hiding your skin from Eli’s pervy gaze at all. “It’s late. We’re gonna head to bed. You should probably do the same, you’re drunk off your ass.”

Eli shrugged, reaching for the box of crackers and pouring the crumbs into his mouth straight from the bag.  “I’m perfectly fine, Brad,”

Bradley rolled his eyes again and guided you out of the living room, passing by the front door to close it and lock it. “Now I see why you leave it unlocked,” you teased quietly as you pressed your side closer to his. He huffed out a laugh and glanced back at his roommate before leading you upstairs and into his room. “You weren’t kidding, no one calls you by your actual name.” 

He shook his head as he locked his bedroom door behind him. “Told you,” he mumbled as he rubbed his face harshly, forcing himself to not get worked up over Eli’s interruption. Fuck, that guy was irritating sometimes, and Bradley hoped that his sudden appearance didn’t ruin your night like it nearly did for him. 

“Hey,” you called softly when he kept his back to you. “What’s wrong? What did I do?”

Bradley turned to face you, and the confused expression on your face had his shoulders falling and Eli slipping further into the back of his mind. “Hey, no,” he said, reaching for your waist, and you willingly let yourself be pulled into his arms. “Nothing. You did nothing wrong, babes.” 

You pouted up at him and he pulled you a bit closer. “Then what’s wrong? Is it the whole ‘Brad/Bradshaw’ thing?” 

Bradley’s lips curved upwards and he shook his head. “No, it’s not that,” he answered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I honestly don’t give a shit about that anymore. If you’re the only person who calls me Bradley, then that’s fine with me. I just…he didn’t ruin tonight for you, did he? I know he’s got a big mouth and he’s honestly fucking annoying, but I-”

You cut him off with a chaste kiss to his mouth that left his mind blanking a bit as he looked down at you. “Bradley,” you laughed and somehow he felt his mood lifting tremendously from just that sound. “I don’t care about your loud and slightly obnoxious roommate. I’ve told you, I don’t really like them after they gave you these.”

Your index fingers ran along his scars as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Bradley’s shoulders relaxed even more as he played with the end of his jersey that hung loosely on your body. 

“That guy down there couldn’t ruin tonight if he tried,” you promised, standing up as tall as you could but still not being able to reach his forehead, so you gripped the sides of his face and pulled him down a bit until you could look him in the eye. “My night’s been perfect. Yesterday was perfect, and you’re perfect, okay? So please, don’t let him get to you. Not now, okay? Please?”

Bradley closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours as he nodded. “Okay,” he agreed under his breath, sliding his hands up his jersey and placing his palms flat against your back. “You’re right. Tonight’s been more than perfect. And you’re pretty fucking perfect, too.”

You grinned and kissed him quickly. “So don’t worry about him,” you said against his lips. “Just be here. With me.” 

He wasn’t sure if you were beginning to catch onto the fact that he lowkey has some anger issues, but you haven’t brought it up, and he appreciated that more than you probably knew. It was true, Bradley got angry kind of easily, and he snaps more often than not, especially when it comes to idiots like Wes and Eli, but he’s never felt calmer with you. 

You anchored him and made him happy, so he was never angry or pissed off with you. He would tell you when the time was right, and that time was not now, because his anger was quickly dissolving the longer his mouth stayed connected to yours. 

“I’m with you,” he whispered against your lips as he reached down and guided your legs around his waist. He moved towards his bed and lowered you down onto it, his body settling gently on top of yours as he wrapped his arms around your middle. “I’m here.”

You smiled against his lips and pulled him impossibly closer to you as the night went on and you fell asleep in each other’s arms on top of the covers. 

The next day, you and Bradley didn’t wake up until well into the afternoon, the busy day and night you had taking a toll on both your bodies. 

“I need to go home soon,” you mumbled against his lips as he held you in his arms, the movie playing on his laptop long since forgotten. It was forgotten pretty much the second he put it on, really. 

“No,” was all Bradley said as he kissed you again, making your laugh echo around his room. 

“Yes,” you said back, giving him one more kiss before gripping his chin and holding his head in place as you pulled away. He had a feeling it would always have to be you who pulls away first, because he never wanted to stop kissing you. “I have a big test tomorrow. I need to study.” 

Bradley tried leaning in again, but you just tighten your grip on his chin, making him laugh quietly. “I can help you study,” he suggested and dropped his gaze to your lips, and you groaned, shaking your head. 

“God, Bradley, your morning voice,” you whined and he laughed again because even though the morning had long since passed, his voice was still groggy and deep because he literally only woke up half an hour ago. “And you and I both know your definition of studying is a lot different from mine.”

He pouted, hoping that you’ll change your mind and stay with him, but the poorly-formed look of determination you gave him told him that you were serious. “Fine, fine,” he mumbled, laying his head on your chest as he looked over at the screen of his laptop. “At least finish the movie? Then you can go?”

You smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, your hands smoothing out his messy bed hair. “Sure,”

Nearly an hour later, the end credits rolled and you moved to get up from his bed. “You sure I can’t convince you to stay longer?” Bradley asked as he sat up against his headboard and watched you pull on your shorts from yesterday. 

“No, I know you can,” you answered as you turned to face him. “Which is why I’m leaving now, so I actually get some studying in before tomorrow.” 

Bradley smirked and let his eyes shamelessly rake down your legs as he folded his arms behind his head. “Good to know that I have such a strong effect on you,” 

You rolled your eyes and reached for your bag and shoes before kneeling on the bed and leaning in for a kiss. As soon as your lips touched his, Bradley reached out with one hand and deepened the kiss until you were breathless and close to caving and staying with him after all. “I’m leaving,” you state, standing back up. “Right now.”

Bradley laughed. “Bye, babes. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said and watched as you tucked the front of his jersey into your shorts. 

“I’ll give it back,” you said when you caught his gaze and he shrugged. 

“I don’t care. You can wear and take whatever you want from my closet,” 

You tilted your head with a mischievous grin on your face. “Good to know,” you hummed before slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Bye, flyboy. See you tomorrow.” 

Bradley watched as you unlocked and pulled open his bedroom door before blowing him a final kiss and leaving. He blew out a puff of air as he felt like he was finally coming down from the high he’s been feeling since early yesterday morning. He reached beside him and closed his laptop then rubbed his eyes, not knowing what to do now that you were gone. 

He could also try and get some studying in, but he had nothing really to study for. He could clean his room, but then the smell of your conditioner and perfume would fade away and be replaced by the strong scent of disinfectant spray, so he was at a loss.

Only a few minutes had passed since you left when Eli poked his head into Bradley’s room and glanced around. “Is The Bet still here?” He asked as he stepped into the room, and Wes quickly walked in after. 

Bradley’s brows furrowed and he quickly sat up straight. “The what?” He asked, ignoring Wes as he stared at Eli. “What the fuck did you call her?”

“The Bet,” Eli said again as he stepped towards the edge of the bed. “You know, ‘cause she’s a bet.”

Wes nodded in agreement as he walked over to the bulletin board and started looking at everything Bradley had pinned on it, and he couldn’t even bring himself to be annoyed by his friend’s nosiness as he glared at Eli. “She’s not a bet, Eli,” he grunted and kicked off the sheets as he crossed his arms. “What the fuck are you even talking about?”

“Are you forgetting about the bet you made? Dude, how pussy-whipped are you to forget something like that?” Wes laughed as he looked at the botanical gardens ticket stuck on the board. 

Bradley, who was quickly getting annoyed, stood up and crossed his arms. He was taller than both Eli and Wes, so he stepped towards them to feel some sort of power in this situation, because they were right. Bradley did make a bet that he could get you to fall in love with him to prove just how easy you are, but it wasn’t like that. It wasn’t like that for a second. He called the bet off as soon as he came up with it, but his stupid friends would never believe that, and honestly, he had no way to prove it.

“Yeah, I made a dumb bet, but it’s not happening anymore,” Bradley said and felt his anger rise at the eye roll he received from Eli. “I’m serious. Every single second I’ve spent with her has been genuine. Real. I don’t expect either of you to understand that.”

“Hey,” Wes turns his head and glares at him, finally leaving the bulletin board alone. “I’ve had plenty of girlfriends.”

“No,” Bradley muttered, crossing his arms a bit tighter. “You’ve fucked plenty of girls. That’s not the same.”

“Look who’s the expert now,” Eli drawls and steps towards Bradley. “Just because Bri dumped your ass and you found comfort in a rebound doesn’t mean you know anything about relationships, Bradshaw.”

Bradley exhaled harshly through his nose as he glared down at Eli. “She’s not a rebound,” he nearly growled, his words steady and firm, showing just how true they are. “Stop calling her things that she’s not.” 

Eli, never one to take the free out and back down, laughs cruelly. “I get it now,” he hums, reaching up to pat Bradley’s shoulders. “You’re feeling guilty and trying to convince yourself that you’re not a bad guy for using her. I get it, man. You do whatever you need to and say whatever will help ease your mind. Wes and I won’t judge you for it.” 

Bradley felt his fist twitch and he wanted nothing more than to punch the smug smile right off Eli’s face, but what good would that do? Instead, he took a shaky breath and placed his hand on Eli’s chest, shoving him a few feet away. “Get out,” he said and crossed his arms again as he looked between the two guys. “I have shit I need to do, and you don’t need to be here for it.” 

Wes raised his hands and laughed before leaving the room, but Eli hovered near the door for a few more seconds before smirking and leaving as well. Bradley nearly slammed the door behind them and locked it, his whole body shaking as he tried to calm himself down. 

He needed to think of something, anything else, but his head kept repeating Eli’s harsh but truthful words, and Bradley felt the need to bury is fist in the nearest wall. 

His eyes flickered around the room before they landed on the ticket pinned to the board, and he focused his attention solely on the thick piece of paper as he reached for his phone. You left not too long ago, you would probably think he was one of those clingy boyfriend’s for calling you so soon, but you were the only person that could calm him down right now. “Bradley,” you answered after only one ring. “Hi, what’s- oh fuck, did I forget something? Is this your way of getting me to come back?”

Bradley huffed and shook his head, knowing damn well you couldn’t see him do it as he sat down on the edge of his bed. “No, just…” he trailed off before rubbing at his forehead. “Tell me something, anything. Just…just talk to me, baby.”

You were quiet for only a second before you spoke again. “Um, my favorite color is mint, but you already knew that. Uh…I really really hate the taste of cough drops, it actually makes me feel sicker than I did before,” you rambled and Bradley felt the corners of his mouth turn upwards. “And I really like the film The Crow.”

Bradley’s smile grew as he hummed, more than grateful that you didn’t question his odd request and instead instantly did what he asked. “Me too. Keep going, babes,”

“I like sleeping with my window open in the winter because I can’t go to sleep hot. Dr. Pepper tastes really bad and I don’t know how people willingly drink it,” you continued and Bradley leaned back on his bed, feeling his heated skin begin to cool off. “I can’t look after plants if you paid me, I’ve killed every single one I’ve had in the past. And…I like you, a lot.”

A sigh left Bradley’s lips as he closed his eyes and let his body relax. “Thank you,” he breathed out, settling back against his bed. “I like you a lot, too.”

He could practically hear your smile through the phone. “Is everything okay? Or is my rambling a new kink you’re trying out?” 

Bradley laughed quietly as he listened to your sweet voice, already feeling his bad mood disappear the longer he had you on the phone. “No, I just needed to hear your voice,”

After that, Bradley was feeling a lot calmer, and he was glad he was beginning to get better at controlling his anger. Usually, that whole conversation with Eli would’ve ended with a bloody fist or two, and he never felt better afterwards. He was happy that was slowly changing. 

The day went on and soon enough it was almost midnight. Bradley was getting ready for bed when he heard his phone go off, and he quickly grabbed it from where he set it down to charge on his nightstand, thinking it was you. 

It was not. 

Briana: Brad I miss u. Come pick me up?

Bradley scoffed and shook his head, wondering why he had yet to block her number after the stunt she pulled the last time she texted him.

He was about to hit the red button when another text came through, and this one had him hesitating. 

Briana: Pleaseeeee? I think I had too much to drink and I’m sooo tired. These guys aren’t as hot as u are.

Bradley read the message twice and was about to type something back when the screen changed to show that he had an incoming call. He grunted and accepted the call before bringing the phone up to his ear. “Brad, why are you ignoring me? I can see that you’re reading my texts,” Briana’s slurred voice came through the speaker and Bradley could hear loud music in the background. 

“I’m not ignoring you,” he muttered, straightening out his sheets on his unmade bed that still smelled like your perfume. “Why is it so loud? I can barely hear you.”

“I don’t know, I didn’t pick the music,” she scoffed and Bradley rolled his eyes, less than three seconds away from hanging up on her. “This party sucks and the beer tastes weird and I can’t find my bag. And this fucking guy keeps looking at me and smirking like a total fucking asshole.” She raised her voice on that last word as if she was talking to the guy instead of Bradley, and his brows furrowed. 

“What party?” He asked, feeling his eyes narrow in slight worry at the slur in his ex’s voice. “Where are you?”

“I don’t know, one across town. I got invited to it, unlike you because you’re too fucking busy with that girl,” she muttered and the jealousy in her voice was clear. It would’ve made him happy to hear her sound so jealous a few weeks ago, but he really didn’t feel anything with her anymore. Not when he had you. 

Still, he felt his worry grow a bit as he heard the muffled voice of a man on the other end of the call. “Briana, where is this party?” He asked again, her exact location still unclear. “Are you okay?”

“No,” she said loudly. “This fucking guy won’t stop staring at me. He’s so fucking annoying, Brad. And this beer tastes awful, what the fuck brand is this?”

She was drunk off her ass and possibly drugged, and even though she was no longer his problem or responsibility, he still didn’t want anything bad to happen to her or for her to be taken advantage of, which is what it sounded like might be happening. 

“Stop drinking it,” he said quickly, looking around his room for something to throw over his bare chest. “It’s probably laced with something. Pour it out, okay? Don’t drink anymore of it.”

Briana muttered something and all he could hear was the loud rap music for a few seconds before her voice came through again. “That was such a waste, Brad, I can’t believe you made me do that,”

Bradley rolled his eyes and pulled on a hoodie he had thrown over the back of his desk chair. “You’ll get over it,” he grunted and grabbed his keys. “Send me your location, okay? I’m gonna come pick you up.” 

“I can’t find my bag, Brad,” she whined and Bradley cringed at her high pitched voice. 

“It doesn’t matter right now, okay? Just send me your location,”

After a few more minutes of back and forth, Briana finally sent him the address to a campus across town, and he got into his Jeep to start the twenty minute drive there. It was past midnight now, and he wouldn’t be home until well after one. He would be exhausted in class, but it didn’t really matter much to him. 

He couldn’t stand those scumbags who put pills or other things in drinks to get others to loosen up enough to the point of not caring what happens to them. While he no longer felt anything towards Briana, he still couldn���t sit back and let something like that happen to her. The guilt would be way too much. 

At twelve thirty, Bradley pulled up to an unkept frat house, and he groaned when he saw all the drunk party goers scattered around the front yard. He was about to get out in his sweats and hoodie to go find Briana, but she stumbled out the front door and made her way towards the Jeep, and Bradley saw an older guy following behind her. The guy stopped when he saw the car, then quickly turned around and went back inside when Bradley glared at him. 

“Brad!” Briana greeted happily as she pulled open the passenger side door. “You came. I knew you would. I always make you come.” She winked over at him and leaned in with her lips pursed, but Bradley quickly moved back. 

“Did you find your bag?” He asked as he looked her over, making sure she was fine and unharmed. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face was flushed, but she seemed relatively okay. She was just completely wasted. 

“Nope,” she grinned. “I don’t know where it went. It has my keys in it, Brad. How will I get into my dorm without them?”

Bradley closed his eyes and rubbed at his forehead. “Fuck, Briana, what are you even doing here?”

Briana shrugged and bit her lip as she looked him up and down, clearly still finding him very fuckable as she practically undressed him with her eyes. “You know I love a good party, babe,” she purred and reached for his thigh.

His hand wrapped around her wrist and guided it onto her own lap as he groaned again and started the car. “You can stay at my place tonight, okay? Then in the morning you can figure out what to do about your bag,” he mumbled and pulled away from the curb. “But hear me when I say that nothing is happening between you and I, alright? So please, keep your hands to yourself.”

Briana pouted at him and leaned back against the seat, her fingers pulling up her skirt to show off more of her thighs. “But-”

“No,” he sharply cut her off. “We’ve got a twenty minute drive back to campus, and I want silence the whole time, okay?”

She opened her mouth to complain again but closed it once she met Bradley’s harsh gaze. She scoffed and crossed her arms, turning to look out the window for the majority of the drive. 

Once he got back to his place, Briana was a groggy mess and unable to walk on her own. Bradley carried most of her weight as he guided her inside, and he just wanted to go to sleep at this point. 

He felt guilty for helping his ex like this, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong. Bradley was completely done with Briana and there wasn’t a single part of him that felt anything towards her, but he would never willingly let something happen to her when he knew he could’ve prevented it. 

Once they got through the front door, Briana let go of him and practically crawled up the stairs before Bradley could get her to the couch. “Briana,” he started but she was already throwing herself onto his bed and burying her face in his pillow. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to sleep,” she stated as she kicked off her shoes and reached for the hem of her skirt. “Are you joining me?” She asked with a smirk and Bradley rubbed his eyes as he shook his head. 

“No,” he answered instantly as he turned around. “In the morning, I need you to get up and go, okay? You can’t do this, and you know that. I have a girlfriend, Briana.”

She scoffed again. “Whatever, Brad,” she muttered. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Bradley, too tired to even entertain her right now, just shook his head again and left the room to go sleep on the couch. He had every intention of telling you about this, because he trusted you more than anyone at this point, and he wanted you to trust him, too. He knew you would understand, you were too sweet and caring for your own good. Nothing happened, he knew that, and you would know that, too. 

The next morning, Bradley had an hour before he needed to start getting ready for class, so he made his way upstairs and stretched his arms, his body a bit sore from sleeping on the couch. He didn’t get to charge his phone much last night before he had to go get Briana, and he discovered that it was dead when he tried to turn it on. 

He groaned and shoved it into the pocket of his hoodie as he walked up the last few steps. When he entered his room, Briana was still fast asleep on his bed, and he rolled his eyes as he grabbed a pair of jeans. He knew the sheets would smell like booze and cigarettes now instead of you, and that kind of pissed him off a bit. 

“Hey,” he said, loud enough for her to stir awake. “You need to get up now. I need to get ready for class.” Was all he added before he walked into his bathroom, missing the way she scoffed and lifted her shirt over her head, throwing it at the now closed door. 

-

Bradley hadn’t answered your text that invited him to get breakfast with you before class, and since he was just across campus from you, you decided to surprise him. 

In a way, it was you thanking him for such an amazing weekend and for being the perfect boyfriend you never knew you could have. 

You opened his unlocked door and smiled to yourself, your eyes glancing into the living room and seeing an unfolded blanket on the couch as you made your way upstairs. 

When you got to the top and entered the hallway, you noticed that his bedroom door was open just a crack, and your smile grew as you knew he was awake now. Without a second thought, you push open the door and hold up the takeout bag in one hand and his jersey in the other, but your smile fades almost as soon as you step through the frame. 

A blonde haired girl was sprawled out on his messy bed, her chest bare and her lower half only covered by a thin pair of panties. Your arms fell back down to your sides as you stared at the girl, who hadn’t noticed you yet as she scrolled through her phone. She looked familiar, you’ve definitely seen her before, you just couldn’t remember where. 

Your mouth was dry and your eyes burned as you felt your whole body heat up. Tears blurred your vision as you processed what exactly you were looking at. 

A near-naked girl in your boyfriend’s bed, and he was nowhere to be seen. 

An overwhelming feeling of betrayal settled in your bones as you faced the reality that the perfect guy you spent your weekend with wasn’t so perfect after all. He cheated on you. He lied. 

Before you could get a word out, the bathroom door opened and Bradley’s voice pierced through the silence. “Briana, you better be-”

Your quiet gasp cut him off, and when he looked over at you and met your gaze, you could see the panic in his brown orbs. He was caught. “Briana?” You echoed as a humorless laugh escaped your lips, and without saying another word, you turned on your heel and fled the frat house you had become so comfortable in with Bradley right behind you.

-

ooh, look, a whole part that was almost entirely Bradley’s pov...

[thewriterghost]

Morning Coffee

Pairing: poly!marauders x reader

Summary: You bring morning coffee to the boys.

Note: Okay, so, if anyone is following my blog for a while you probably know how I'm desperately in love with the marauders. But I never had enough inspiration to write my own fanfics for them. Well, today I did. I hope you enjoy this! Reblogs and comments are hugely appreciated!

You shake off your boots and your coat before reaching for your keys to the apartment you all share. The white sky of the winter morning was filled with chirps of birds and occasional car noises, from what you can hear from the window near your apartment door. You hold the paper bag that contains the pastries on one hand and try to hold the little coffee tray in between your arm and paper bag holding hand, trying to find your keys in your coat's pocket. Before you can, the door suddenly opens, making you jump slightly in the process. Sirius' sleepy face appears, smiling at the coffee smell you bring with yourself.

"There you are." He holds the door open for you and as you step in, he gets the coffees from you, saving them from the risky position they're in.

"I was going to wake you up once I was back. When did you wake up?" You ask, as you get your scarf off and hang it on to the hanger next to the door.

"Prongs." He shrugs as he holds the arm of your coat, helping you out of them. "He left for his morning run, ten minutes ago."

The explanation is enough. James tends to make little noises when he is getting ready, a drawer closed here and a door opened there. It usually doesn't disturb any of you, yet sometimes it happens when your sleep is really light and it awakes you to the fullest.

"I haven't seen him on the way." You pout slightly. "He missed his coffee."

Sirius leans in to wipe the pout off your face with a kiss. Just a quick peck, yet it is enough to make your heart flutter in your chest.

"We'll leave it on the counter. He can get it when he comes back."

You nod with a smile that is clearly because of that little kiss.

"Where's Rem?" You ask while walking towards kitchen to put the pastries on the counter, with Sirius following behind.

"I..." Sirius looks around for a second, his mind is clearly still trying to wake up. "I don't know."

"What do you mean?" You ask as he bolts towards the bathroom.

"I mean, I thought he was in the bathroom or something." He answers from the bathroom.

A quick search around the house tells you that Remus is clearly not home. As you reach for your phone to call him, the front door clicks. Both yours and Sirius' heads turns at the sound.

"Rem?" You meet him halfway.

"Hey, you're both awake? I was going to wake you with coffee." He raises his hand that holds a little coffee tray, just like the one you brought merely minutes ago.

Sirius starts to chuckle behind you, which turns into a full on laughter after you realize what just happened. You get the coffees from Remus' hand and point towards the kitchen counter with a nod, not being able to contain your own laughter.

"That's exactly what I was planning, honey."

He looks at your coffee tray and then his, as you put it next to yours on the counter.

"How did we miss each other?" He asks chuckling as he shakes his head.

"No idea."

He walks up to you and give you a kiss, sweet but cold with winter air. You put your hands on his cheeks, trying to warm him up a bit.

"Thanks for the coffees, dove."

As you giggle, you hear Sirius' protests. "Why do you two need to be so thoughtful? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love both of you, but why are you thoughtful at the exact same time? What are we going to do with this much coffee? And also where's my kiss?"

You walk towards the kitchen counter with a chuckle, as Remus pulls Sirius into a kiss as well. You get a plate for the pastries and start putting them on, displaying what you got.

You are in the process of handing them their coffees when the door clicks open once more. A few seconds later, James appears at the kitchen door. What makes you all burst into laughter is the fact that James also has a coffee tray in his hand.

"What? What's going on?" He looks absolutely clueless, which makes you laugh even more at the cuteness of his expression.

Remus is the first one to reach out to his coffee tray.

"Apparently we all thought the same thing this morning, huh?"

James' eyes finds the other coffee trays and slightly widens.

"You can't be serious."

You snort. Sirius shakes his head with a fake disappointment.

"You all are setting the bar too high, you hear me? I can't compete with this."

Remus puts an arm around his waist. "You don't need to, love."

"Yeah, because this is ridiculous. What are we going to do with this much coffee?" James chimes in with an amused tone, putting an arm around your shoulder and giving you a kiss on top of your head.

"That's what I said!" Sirius says, taking a sip from his coffee. "We can't drink all of this."

"We can try?" You offer.

"We'll set some of them aside, and heat them when needed." Remus says, finalizing the matter in hand. "Or else, you all will get too energetic for me to handle."

You lean into the counter, getting one of the pastries -a donut- from the plate and taking a bite. "That'll work?" You ask before Sirius gets a chance to tease Remus about 'handling them'.

"We'll see." James shrugs as he also takes a donut.

After a few minutes of eating pastries and sipping your coffees, you hear Sirius chuckle.

"I can't believe you all went to get coffee and never once bumped into each other."

"Yeah, I mean, how many routes are there to get to the coffee shop, really?" You add, licking a finger clean from powdered sugar.

"From now on, let's tell each other when we're about to get coffee, alright?" Remus asks, chuckling into his coffee cup.

You all nod in unison as you eat and drink, still occasionally giggling.