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Reason for Hope: A Gon and Killua Meta
Iâm surprised by how frequently I see people saying that they think Gon and Killuaâs story arcs are over for good; that we likely wonât see them again in the series, or if we do itâll only be brief and they wonât reunite.
After spending years obsessively analyzing Hunter x Hunter, I disagree with this viewpoint, and I wanted to lay out some reasons as to why I anticipate an eventual reunion and reconciliation between Gon and Killua. This will be long, but bear with me!
The Separation
So, after thousands of pages of development between Gon and Killua, many things unfinished and unresolved between the two, at a point where the audience is expecting a big, maybe tearful reconciliation between Gon and Killua, instead we getâŚa mere 5 pages devoted to their separation. Many of the words on these five pages arenât even dialogue between them, but rather setting details about the World Tree.
What we get is complicated; they seem on good terms, but itâs also somewhat fraughtâthey must have had a conversation before this, when they initially reunited, but Togashi opts to skip that entirely and only show us the aftermath, whatâs happening right as theyâre about to go their separate ways.Â
Killua teases Gon about that painful line where Gon told Killua it wasnât his business, and Gon quickly apologizes, but this is a very light conversation where Killua is clearly prodding Gon to make him feel bad. In the original Japanese version, Killua then says that Gon âalready (ăă/mou)â apologized, which implies they did talk enough for Gon to apologize in another conversation, but clearly this prior conversation also wasnât in-depth enough for Killua to explain how Gon was healed and by whom. I also assume in this conversation that they discussed parting ways, as their parting doesnât seem to be a shock or surprise to either of them.
Togashi is known for his anti-climaxes to arcsâoften heâll build an audience expectation up, only for things to go a completely different way than what it initially seemed he was building towards. Itâs one of the things that makes his writing brilliant. It applies to this scene, in a way, in that he doesnât give us the big, cathartic, emotional conversation weâre expecting at this point, and much is left unsaid between the two boys. However, I donât think Togashiâs tendency for anti-climax means that this is it, the end, all we get is this parting with ambiguity and Gon and Killuaâs arcs are over. There are a bunch of questions left unanswered here, even though theyâre not stated outright. The central one is: Why, exactly, are they parting ways?
There are a bunch of reasons one can come up with, both emotional and practical: Killua may need a break from Gon after all of that (because he feels unwanted/rejected by Gon or he just needs to heal, or he may feel itâs unfair to Alluka/Nanika to split attention); he may feel he canât be with Gon and also fully focus on protecting Alluka/Nanika; he may be concerned about Illumi pursuing them and the danger this may pose to Gon; he may simply feel he has no excuse to be with Gon any more now that Gon is about to fulfill his mission and Killua found something he wants and needs to do (going back to the promise they made under the stars previously); he may feel heâs already failed at protecting Gon (particularly after what Bisky said in Chimera Ant Arc) and what right does he still have to be with him? Itâs possible Gon has reasons for them to part tooâweâre not given reasons so we have no choice but to infer. It likely could be a combination of these reasons, too.
Itâs hard to feel closure with a parting that we donât even entirely know the reason for, and I do think eventually Togashi intends to give us more answers. He even indirectly makes us a promise, through Alluka.
I come back to this line over and over again, and I truly think this is Togashi reassuring the audience that this isnât forever. I think thatâs 100% what this line is here for.
Thereâs a lot of ambiguity in these few pages, between Killua teasing Gon in a way that feels pointed at times (the instance I discussed above, as well as the scene after Alluka says sheâll let Killua go, where Killua tells Gon heâs second place to Alluka), to the specific word (䝲é/nakama, essentially teammate or comrade) Gon quoted from Kite being tied to Killuaâs âfriend vs teammateâ concerns, and where we leave off is with a lot of tension and uncertainty even if overall they leave off on good terms.
It is made clear several times that neither of them fully want this parting to happen: Gonâs âIâd better go⌠Any longer and IâllâŚâ (Not be able to let you go, it implies.) Gon looks crushed. Killua agrees, also with a sad/resigned expression. Gon also says, âWish you could go [meet Ging].â Both of their expressions change to sadness as soon as they turn away from each other. Neither wants to show the other how much this hurts. We get the sense that thereâs a lot more they want and need to say to each other, things theyâre saving for another time, once theyâve had some time apart to heal and grow on their own.
These are two of Togashiâs main characters, and the two he has spent the most time developing and portraying throughout the story. This parting is confusing, bittersweet, ambiguous, and unresolved. Itâs dense and thought-provoking even in its brevity. It also doesnât feel like a permanent endpoint.
Apologies
Ging tells Gon, âThere are rules when you apologize to friends. You promise what youâll do next time. And then you keep that promise!!â
Gon is talking about Kite when Ging says this, but even within the same conversation, Ging tries to tell Gon that what happened to Kite is not his fault. When Gon apologizes to Kite, Kite also asks âApologize for what?âÂ
I donât think most of the audience blames Gon for what happened to Kite. The narrative makes it clear that Gon, Killua, and Kite were all simply outclassed by Pitouâs strength, they had been ambushed suddenly, and Gon and Killua fleeing was the only way they could survive. Gon didnât even flee willingly, Killua made that decision for him.
So, why include this whole lesson on how to apologize to a friend, when neither the audience, nor Ging, nor Kite think Gon needs to apologize to Kite?
Isnât there someone else Gon needs to apologize toâsomeone Gon did in fact hurt deeply with his actions?
As stated above, Gon likely did apologize to Killua, especially because he already brought up that he needed to in the conversation he had with Leorio in the car. Chances are, he did that as soon as they were reunited. ButâŚalso as stated above, thereâs likely a deeper apology that Gon needs to give Killua; one where he fully understands what happened, and one where he can promise not to hurt Killua like that again.
I believe Togashi included this whole dialogue and conversation with Gon apologizing to Killua in mind, not Kite. We never saw this apology, and I believe itâs something that will happen when they see each other again.
Unfinished Plot Threads
While Gon and Killuaâs original goals have been achieved, there are still a number of plot threads dangling for both characters. If the parting between them was supposed to be the end of the road for these characters, why bother building up so much unfinished business for both of them? Here are just some of the things in the story related to Gon and Killua that have not yet been addressed:
Gon meeting Gyro, which Togashi explicitly says is supposed to happen.
Gon fighting Hisoka again (assuming Hisoka survives the Black Whale).
What will happen with Gonâs nen? Will he remain nen-less forever or be able to restore it?
What will Gon do with his life now that heâs no longer hunting Ging? Hopefully not do homework on Whale Island forever!
Don Freecss and how he may or may not relate to Gonâs story.
Nanika came from the Dark Continent, something only brought up after Gon and Killua part. This gives Killua a direct link to the Dark Continent arc. How did Alluka come to be possessed by Nanika, an Ai creature from the Dark Continent? Will Alluka have this incredible power via Nanika forever (I suspect not)?
Illumi vowing to hunt Alluka/Nanika down, and also generally will Killua manage to cut ties with his family altogether, to have the kind of future he wants?
Kalluto, now with Illumi and the Phantom Troupe on the Black Whale, has mentioned wanting to bring his brother home, presumably/most likely Killua.
Gonâs mother or origin remains a mystery. While Gon himself didnât want to know, that doesnât mean the audience is satisfied by the non-answer.
While none of these guarantee a reunion between Gon and Killua, they certainly signal that Togashi is not done with these characters.
Killuaâs Birthday
When Togashi gives his characters birthdays, he does it thoughtfullyâimbuing them with both numerical and other symbolic meanings. Killuaâs birthday is Tanabata, a Japanese holiday wherein two separated lovers are reunited every year. Thereâs an excellent piece of meta here that explores a lot of the parallels between Tanabata and Killuaâs story and character trajectory, as thereâs more to this than I can easily explore in this meta. Note how many similarities exist between the legend of Tanabata and Gon and Killua, particularly in the Zoldyck Family arc.
Gon and Killua have been separated once and brought back together again. With the legend of Tanabata, there are many meetings between the separated lovers, so the motif tends to lean towards them separating and then reuniting again, as they already did once in the Zoldyck Family arc. This leads me to believe that their parting is not forever.
Togashi Exhibition Promotion Video
As a lead-up to the Togashi Exhibition, a video showcasing Gon and Killua was released with newly recorded lines by their voice actresses from the 2011 anime, Megumi Han and Mariya Ise. The vast majority of the lines in this video are actually re-recorded major lines from the series summarizing the relationship between the two. But there are a few brand new lines. One of these is, essentially, âWeâre so far away from each other right now, but I believe weâll meet again someday!â
This video is a promotion for an exhibition devoted to his works, so Togashi himself must have approved this video. Why would this be one of the only brand new lines in the whole video if he has no intentions of reuniting them within the series? It would have been a simple matter not to mention any sort of reunion between them, but the fact that it was one of only a handful of truly new lines feels important and noteworthy.
Off-Screen
Just a small point, but one worth considering. At the end of the Yorknew City arc, Leorio and Kurapika go their separate ways as they fade out of the focus of the story for a while, only to be put in the same stage together once itâs their turn to be a point of focus again. (Never mind that they havenât gotten much time together in this arc yet, but Iâm sure theyâre in the same place for a reason.)
One of the reasons Togashi may have chosen to separate Gon and Killua at the end of the Election Arc is that they, too, are out of focus for a while. This makes sense if you think about itâTogashi spends all this time developing the relationships between these two pairs of characters, having them remain together while the focus is not on them means the audience would miss out on developments and interactions between them. Itâs easier to separate them and then reunite them again when itâs time for them to have the spotlight again.
The Little Detours
This is more abstract than the other points, but I think itâs just as important.
One of the most prominent themes of Hunter x Hunter is summed up in Gingâs words, âYou should enjoy the little detours to the fullest. Because that's where you'll find the things more important than what you want.â This is what Gon learns when reaching his goalâthat the most important things in life are not the achievements you make nor the way your journey ends, but the people you meet along the way, the enjoyment of the journey itself, all the places it takes you, continuing to seek more throughout life.
Gon meets Ging at the end of the Election Arc, his original goal, but is this truly the heart of Gonâs story? Killua finds something to do, as he told Gon he wanted to do, but is this truly the heart of Killuaâs story? The heart of their stories is finding each other, the ways they changed and helped each other, the joy and solace and pain they found in each other. Thatâs ultimately what their stories are aboutânot simply achieving their goals. To say that their goals are achieved and their story is done now misses what Togashi is trying to say.
Hunter x Hunter is filled with characters whose life trajectories were changed by an encounter with one important person. Many of these characters also had their life trajectories changed by losing those people. Togashi can be a harsh storyteller at times, but I donât believe heâs crafting a story in which his two main characters find each other and change each other so deeply, tragic circumstances and painful misunderstandings happen between them, much remains unsaid, and then they simply part, never be seen again in the story.
In my viewpoint, the only major obstacle standing in the way of an eventual reunion between Gon and Killua is Togashiâs health and how that affects his ability to tell what he has planned of the series. He has stated a commitment to finishing the series to the best of his ability, so itâs just a matter of what his bodyâs limitations will allow him to do.
At the very least, for all of the above reasons and more, I do think Togashi fully intends to give us a reunion between Gon and Killua in the future. I hope that in time, we will get to see him share the rest of what he has planned for these two characters.
#hunter x hunter#hxh#killugon#gonkillu#gon#killua#hxh meta#meta#separation meta#long post#my posts#I've been working on this for so long!#it feels weird to finally post it but it's TIME#I hope this is reassuring to people who have been concerned about this#especially because I see people saying we won't see them again all the time both in western and eastern parts of the fandom#and I just really don't think that's togashi's intent#he wouldn't include all of this for no reason
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âthis is killing me.â kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. âjust trust me bro,â his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. âthis works everytime for me i swear!â
kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie heâd taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. âmaybe itâs too cringeâŚâ he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. ânah.â bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. âyou look sexy.â kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. â⌠thanks bro.â
this isnât something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. heâd seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than heâd like to admit.
âi feel like a modern jay gatsby,â the ex volleyball captain huffed. âmy selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties heâd throw in hopes to get daisyâs attention except i donât want to post every night, iâve already made myself cringe with this one post.â bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. âyeah⌠whatever that means.â kuroo frowned back âitâs a classic, you should know what i mean!â
how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far heâd felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasnât enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.
what were you doing? why werenât you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?
these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadnât for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least heâd know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.
âthis is stupid.â he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someoneâs attention. âit works you just have to wait, trust me.â
kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who werenât you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. âlook!â his best friend grinned as he leaned over kurooâs shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. âyouâre getting likes on it!â
âwhatâs the point if theyâre not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.â kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldnât believe heâd been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.
it had been about forty five minutes since heâd posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didnât give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why werenât you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?
âthis is stupid.â he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with âlooksmaxingâ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. âno, itâs barely been up!â bokuto whined. âyou look hot so you should get some replies anyway whatâs the big deal?â
pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. âthe big deal is the person i posted this for hasnât replied!â what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasnât going to at least make his existence more known to you? heâd even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldnât.
the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. âyes they did!â he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.
kurooâs heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture heâd made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?
psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasnât an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.
bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and heâd regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait heâd so carefully laid. this is what heâd been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards heâd sown.
clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokutoâs grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.
âthe label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut itâ
âa wins a win.â bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. â⌠a wins a winâŚâ
#not proofread!!!!!!#iâm so rusty at writing what the haleâŚ.#but this other model i worked with back in the winter replied with âfinallyâ when i swiped up to his story the other day LOL#this is where i got inspo from#he posted post gym too đ¤đ¤đ¤đ¤#heâs saurrrrrr hot and funny but weâd both been plotting on each other for months through silly ig stories#so embarrassing but the gatsby method works!!!!#this was also half an unfinished draft i left back in 2022#so 2024 me canât take full credit đđ#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo tetsuro#kuroo tetsuro x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#hq#hq x reader#hq x you#kuroo x you#kuroo tetsuro x you
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anxiety attack
warning: fluff + comfort â soft!sylus being there for you when you need him during your anxiety attack đ¤
a/n: because my fav person canât even give me their time to comfort me when i was having anxiety attack just now, it inspired me to write this fic. so, moral of the story is, find someone like sylus <3
+ and big special shout out to those who experience the same issue. my heart goes out to all of you â you are so so loved and your feelings are valid đ
youâre home alone, just sitting in your room when suddenly everything feels wrong. your heart starts racing, faster and faster, and itâs hard to catch your breath. it pounds so hard in your chest it feels like itâs about to explode. itâs as if thereâs this heavy weight pressing down on your chest, making it feel like youâre trapped.
the quiet room around you feels too big and too small all at once, and the thoughts in your mind are spinning, moving too fast, making you feel even more trapped.
you try to calm yourself, try to take a deep breath like youâve heard people say, but itâs hard. every breath feels shallow, too short, like no air is enough. your hands start to tremble, and soon youâre hugging yourself, hoping itâll somehow make you feel better, make you feel safe.
only one name comes to you in that whirlwind of fear and noise inside your headâsylus. heâs the only person who can make you feel better, who can make you feel safe when everything seems dark and scary.
sylus had been busy with his work, handling important matters that required his attention. before leaving, he had carefully told you to stay at home and wait for him to return. he didnât like leaving you alone, he never did, but this task needed his focus, and he wanted you safe. he knew you would be okay if you stayed inside and relaxed until he got back.
âiâll be back before you know it. just stay safe for me.â was his last words before giving you one last reassuring look after a quick kiss, and left, confident that you would be there when he returned. he had planned everything carefully, making sure you would be comfortable and safe at home while he dealt with his responsibilities.
you reach out for your bag, fumbling for your phone, fingers shaky as you pull up his number. you donât know if heâs busy; you donât even care. all you know is that you need him.
desperately need him.
when he finally picks up, his voice is calm, strong. âyes, my love?â
âsylus...â your voice sounds so small, weak, but you try to speak through it. âi... i need you. please.â
thereâs a pause on his end, and you wonder if heâll tell you heâs too busy, that he canât come. but then you hear him say, âwhatâs wrong?â his voice is full of concern now, a softer tone you know he only uses only when heâs with you.
âi canât breathe,â you whisper, your voice breaking. âitâs too much... i need you here.â
you can hear sounds in the backgroundâpeople talking, maybe even some loud voices, the noise of the cityâbut you barely notice them. all that matters is the warmth in sylusâs voice as he says, âiâm coming, sweetheart. hold on for me, alright? just breathe. iâll be there soon.â
beep.
the call ends, and youâre left in the silence, but itâs not as scary as before. heâs coming. heâs on his way. you hold onto that thought, clutching it tightly in your mind as if itâs a lifeline. heâs coming for you.
you sit there, alone, every minute feeling like an hour. you try to stay calm, to keep breathing slowly, but itâs so hard. the panic comes in waves, crashing over you again and again, and all you can do is wait, wait for him to come.
finally, you hear the sound of the front door opening, footsteps moving quickly towards you. your heart leaps, and you look up to see sylus standing there, his eyes locked onto you with a fierce, focused look. in that moment, you donât need words. he crosses the room in just a few steps, pulling you into his arms.
he holds you close, his embrace strong and steady, like heâs your anchor, keeping you from drifting away in the storm of your panic. his arms are warm around you, and his hand moves in gentle, slow circles on your back, as if heâs trying to soothe the fear out of you.
âiâm here, sweetie,â he whispers, his voice low and calming. âiâm not going anywhere.â
you clutch onto him tightly, your fingers gripping his shirt as if letting go would make everything fall apart. he doesnât rush you or say anything more. he just holds you, breathing slowly and steadily, his warmth grounding you, bringing you back to reality. every so often, he murmurs soft words of comfort, his tone like a warm blanket, wrapping around you.
âitâs alright,â he says softly. âyouâre safe now. iâm right here with you.â
he keeps one hand on your back, the other brushing through your hair, soothing and steady. he doesnât let go, doesnât pull away even for a moment. then, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and soft against your skin. that kiss says everything he doesnât need to put into wordsâyouâre his priority, his treasure, his heart.
you look up at him, still shaken but feeling a little bit calmer. âwhy did you come s-so fast?â you manage to ask, your voice still a little weak, a little unsure.
he looks down at you, his red eyes full of warmth and something soft, something that makes your heart ache in the best way. âbecause youâre more important to me than anything else,â he says, his voice gentle but certain. âyou are my priority. always.â
his words wrap around you like a warm blanket, a comfort that settles deep in your heart, calming the storm still swirling inside you. he cups your face, his thumb gently brushing along your cheek, wiping away any tears you didnât realize youâd shed. âwhen you need me, nothing else matters,â he says, his voice filled with so much affection that itâs almost overwhelming. âyou are my most prized possession. my everything.â
his gaze softens, and he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. he stays like that, close to you, holding you like youâre the most important thing in the world, like heâd never let anything hurt you.
in that moment, you feel safe. you feel grounded. the fear and panic that had taken over you begin to melt away, replaced by a warm, steady feeling. you lean into him, resting your head against his chest, listening to the steady, calming beat of his heart.
âi love you,â you whisper, barely audible, feeling the words slip out before you can even think about them. theyâre true, simple, and everything you feel in that moment.
his lips curve into a small smile, and he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. itâs gentle, warm, and filled with a love that wraps around you like a protective shield. âand i love you,â he murmurs against your lips. âmore than youâll ever know.â
his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer, and for the first time since the anxiety started, you feel truly safe, wrapped up completelyin his warmth. he leans down, giving you a gentle sniff on your head, indulging your sweet scent that he loves, then plants a soft, sweet kiss there, as if heâs making sure you know heâs right there with you, fully and completely.
you close your eyes, breathing in his words, his touch, and the feeling of being in his arms. in that moment, nothing else matters. all the fear, the panic, the weight pressing down on youâit all fades away, replaced by the warmth of his embrace.
with him here, you know youâll be okay. youâll always be okay, as long as heâs by your side.
sylus keeps holding you close, his strong arms wrapped around you like a safe cocoon, giving you the comfort you need. his silver hair brushes against your cheek as he pulls you even closer, like he can somehow shield you from every worry, every fear. his eyes are softer now, looking down at you with so much love that it warms you from the inside out.
âcome on,â he whispers gently, rubbing your back. âletâs get you comfortable.â
he helps you to your feet, holding your hand, guiding you through every step, his touch gentle but steady. he knows youâre still feeling vulnerable, still shaky from the anxiety attack, so he doesnât let go of your hand for even a second. his grip is warm, reassuring, like heâs silently telling you, iâm here, iâm not going anywhere.
he leads you over to the couch, wrapping a cozy blanket around your shoulders and settling beside you. his hand never leaves yours, his thumb brushing soothing circles on your skin. the weight of the blanket, his presence, and the warmth of his touch help to calm the lingering tension in your body.
âyou did so well, sweetheart,â he whispers, his voice filled with pride. âyouâre so strong, and iâm proud of you.â
you feel a small smile tug at your lips, a warmth blooming in your chest at his words. âthank you,â you manage to say, your voice a bit steadier now.
but sylus doesnât stop there. he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, leaning in close, his face inches from yours. âcan i get you some water?â he asks softly. âor maybe something warm to drink?â
you nod, feeling a little more at ease just from his gentle, caring presence. âwater would be good.â
he gets up, still holding your hand for as long as possible until he has to let go. you watch him walk to the kitchen, every movement calm and steady, like heâs trying to bring peace to every corner of the room. he returns with a glass of water, handing it to you with a soft smile, and you take a few sips, feeling the coolness help settle you even more.
as you set the glass down, he reaches over and pulls you back into his arms, tucking you against his hard chest. heâs careful, moving slowly, making sure not to overwhelm you, and you relax into his embrace, resting your head on his broad shoulder. he gently rubs your shoulder, his fingers working in soothing patterns, easing the last bits of tension from your body.
âyou donât have to say anything if you donât want to,â he murmurs softly, his voice low and comforting. âiâm here to listen, or just to be with you. whatever you need.â
you close your eyes, feeling the weight of the day start to fade, replaced by the warmth and safety of his touch. âjust⌠stay with me,â you whisper, feeling vulnerable but safe.
he presses a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there, as if heâs silently promising heâll never leave. âiâm not going anywhere,â he replies gently. âiâm right here.â
he holds you for a while, just like that, letting you breathe, letting you feel safe. so safe. every so often, he whispers soft words of comfort, reminding you how much he loves you, how heâll always be there for you. his hand keeps moving in slow, gentle strokes along your back, his warmth wrapping around you like a soft, protective shield.
and then, as if heâs making sure you know how loved you are, he leans down and presses gentle kisses along your forehead, your cheeks, and the tip of your nose, each one soft and full of affection. when he finally looks at you again, thereâs a small, loving smile on his face, his crimson red eyes filled with so much care it takes your breath away.
âyouâre my everything,â he whispers, his voice filled with a deep, quiet intensity. ânever forget that.â
you feel yourself melting into him, the last of the fear slipping away as you take in his warmth, his strength, his love. you wrap your arms around him, holding him close, feeling safe, loved, and understood.
sylus just keeps holding you, never letting go, and in his arms, you know youâre home.
your forever home.
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Charming Witches [Fred Weasley]
Title: Charming Witches [Fred Weasley]
Pairing: PregnantWife!Reader x Fred Weasley, background Hermione X Ron.
Timeline: Set after canon (Fred lives!)
Summary: Ron has an embarrassing issue and unluckily for him, Fred is the only one that can help.
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, babies, established relationships. Sexual references throughout. Fred has a bit of a breeding kink- shock. Just a silly little drabble I couldnât get out of my mind. Fred is a bit mean and sarcastic to Ron.
Word count: 1.6k
"You're, you know... well, sort of, um."
"You'll get there eventually Ronald," Fred jokes with a straight face, half listening to his brother's whispered fumbles whilst he pours himself and his wife a drink, not bothering to offer his youngest brother one. If Fred had even bothered to look at Ron's face, he'd have seen he was as pink in the cheeks as a bottle of love potion, his blush so vivid that he looked ready to erupt with a face full of dragon pox any moment.
Ron clears his throat, trying again, as he casts a nervous glance around the Burrow's kitchen, checking no one was hearing this. He didn't know why he'd chosen Fred of all people to have this conversation with, in theory George would have been a much better choice but he didn't have the same 'qualifications' as his twin, seeing that you and Fred had been together for absolutely years.
"Well, umm," he freezes under Fred's quick but glance, silently telling him to spit it out. "Well you and y/n, you're in sync aren't you... Sexually?"
Whatever Fred was expecting to hear eventually tumble out of his brother's mouth was not even close to the reality and he can't stop his eyebrows from shooting halfway up his forehead instinctively in disbelief.
"Did my very pregnant wife give it away?" He snarks, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of the beer he'd poured, openly enjoying the discomfort his brother was radiating. "That might have been your first clue."
Ron somehow looks paler underneath all the blushing and Fred is revelling in his ability to make his brother squirm.
"Well, yeah I suppose," Ron mumbles, beginning to get defensive and deeply regretting opening up to the trickier twin.
"Calm down Ronald," Fred says, "you and Granger having bedroom troubles?"
"No!" Ron bites back a little too quickly but his resolve breaks under a few seconds of Fred's probing gaze, arms folded in an unconscious power stance. "Maybe."
He's quiet again for a few moments and Fred is uncharacteristically patient whilst he waits for Ron to collect his thoughts.
"How many times would you say is normal, like in a week?"
"Don't know if there's a 'normal' Ronniekins," Fred says with a shrug. "Most days and twice on a Sunday?"
Though he hides it this time, Fred revels in the look of utter horror Ron's eyes convey and it's like he can see the cogs in his brain working on overdrive, emitting smoke as they crumble and break. Evidently, his answer was light years away from what Ron had hoped for. He knows that his wife being ready to pop at any second only helps Ron believe his words and he mentally thanks Godric Gryffindor himself for the overly fortunate timing.
"Don't think it matters mate really; as long as you're both expecting about the same." This time, Fred actually thinks he's being reassuring.
"She just wants to read all the bloody time, even in bed! It's like I'm a bloody afterthought."
"Have you even met your girlfriend?"
This time it's Fred who pauses when he meets the icy glare of his younger brother. He sighs and a slightly awkward silence falls between the pair as they both try to think of how to fix whatever was going on in Ron's mind, hoping that two head were better than one.
"You two alright?"
Ron jumps out of his skin when he hears your slightly concerned greeting upon seeing the two brothers, Fred especially, in near silence.
"Don't tell me you forgot I was here," you joke to Ron, walking over to Fred as he holds out your waiting drink. "Been your sister in law for five years! Plus the bump makes me pretty memorable," you add with a smile.
"I'll say," Fred says with a wink, the cheeky glint in his eyes ever more sparkling as he looks at your bulging tummy, unashamedly ogling your pregnant form. You gently nudged him, silently telling him to be quiet but as you do so, you catch a slightly glare aimed at your husband from Ron.
"Am I interrupting? " You ask outright, sensing tension.
"No," says Fred almost immediately.
"A bit," Ron admits, cringing slightly before he lets out a loud yelp, having been smacked upside the back of the head by his older brother for his disrespect. He grumbles slightly under his breath, absently rubbing the back of his head where Fred's hand had connected to him and let's put a deep sigh.
"You're a girl," he says, averting his eyes anywhere except directly on your own.
Fred snickers at Ron's feeble and clumsy attempt at starting the conversation but opts to take a long swig of his beverage to avoid anymore laughter spilling out, though his delight still shines through his eyes.
"Only when it's not a full moon," you jest, trying to slice through the awkwardness Ron is emitting.
"Forget it, you're as bad as he is."
"Firstly I'm offended," you say, reaching out for his arm gently as you feel his begin to pull away, ignoring your husband's opposition. "Secondly, yes I'm a girl... go on."
"Well," he pauses, gathering courage, long ginger lashes covering his shy eyes that still raise no further than your ankles, "say Fred suddenly didn't want sex."
"Wouldn't happen."
"Fred shush."
"Well... say suddenly he wanted to read at nighttime over having sex."
"Again, wouldn't happen."
"Fred!" You hush him again, this time more firmly.
"How would you go about trying to, you know, fix it."
You were certain you'd never seen Ron this vividly pink in the cheeks before, he looked like he'd been decorated up to display in Umbridge's office.
"That's the problem? Hermione wants to read instead of sex?" You ask, not really seeing the big issue, but trying to say it gently so that you didn't spook him.
He nods, "but it's all the time," he adds, justifying his gripe.
"Well," you say, lowering yourself into Arthur's seat at the head of the kitchen table only a few feet away, unable to stand much longer. "Play her at her own game."
"Eh?" The brothers ask in sync, their faces scrunched into an almost identical confused expression. You simply shrug.
"Make yourself less available to her, pull back a bit," you say, taking a sip of your drink to wet your lips. "Start reading in bed just like she does, act like you're not interested in just sex."
"So I act like I'm not bothered even though I am?" He asks, still not following what you're saying.
"Sort of," you say, trying to find a better way of wording it.
"Reading's always been her favourite thing to do hasn't it? Join in on it. I'd bet on my life that she has a fantasy of you in bed shirtless reading beside her. Stop making advances, let her come to you."
"That's actually quite clever," he says after a few moments of consideration.
"It's been known."
"Shirtless?" He asks with a frown, seemingly fixating on that point.
You chuckle nodding, "well you have to still appeal to her, you don't want it to just be a study session do you?"
"Right, right," he says with a nod, a slight smile returning to his face before it dramatically falls away in an almost comedic move.
"I don't have a book."
"What do you mean you don't have a book?" Fred says in a flabbergasted manner, earning a slight but unconscious raise of your eyebrow. Though you didn't comment on the irony of his words considering you couldn't remember the last time you'd seen him so much as skim the daily prophet.
"I don't really have one," Ron mumbles quietly, "unless my quidditch annual counts."
"It doesn't," you say firmly.
"So I need a book," Ron says firmly, as if he was cementing the plan in his mind, nodding along with his thoughts until he finally makes eye contact. "Thanks y/n," he says with a smile and a nod of his head before he walks away, a bounce in his step.
"Think it's actually gonna work?" Fred asks as you pry yourself out of the chair and walk to stand next to him as you place your empty cup in the sink.
You let out a little chortle and shrug, "well if it doesn't, at least Hermione can read in peace."
Laughter bursts out of Fred and he pulls you close, bump nestled between you as he delights in your words, realising you had absolutely no idea if the plan would work.
Later that evening when everyone was preparing to leave the Burrow after another wonderful family dinner, Ron pulls you and Fred to one side before he left, away from the eyes and ears of everyone else.
"Thanks again for earlier," he says, clearly feeling more at ease about his issue. You smile warmly in reply, happy to help.
"No problem little brother," Fred beams, as if it was him that had offered any advice.
"Oi Ron," you call out quietly to get his attention as he turns to leave. With a smile, you reach down into the bag on your shoulder and pull out an item you'd gleefully searched for in Fred and George's old bedroom after the conversation. "Just incase my advice doesn't work."
Ron frowns reaching for the item you were handing him, a frown that only deepens as he reads the title of the book he was now holding. Fred's laughter is sudden and booming as his eyes land on the once familiar item that had him cracking up laughing, realising instantly what it was.
Twelve fail-safe ways to charm witches.
"Oh piss off."
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Toto Wolff with wife reader. Her being mother to the young drivers on the grid, well literally everyone and their son, Jack was adored by them all. He would always find her with the company of drivers and have to steal her away even for a kiss(es). Thanks!! :))
Hii guys I hope you enjoy my take on this request :)
People would often assume that Toto Wolff is the most popular Wolff on the paddock, him being Mercedes's team principal, but they couldn't be more far from the truth.
Toto sighed deeply, rubbing his temples as he scanned the busy paddock. It had been a long day, and all he wanted was to find his wife and spend some time together. But you were nowhere to be found, and that was starting to worry him.
"Jack, have you seen your mom? I can't seem to find her anywhere in the motorhome," Toto asked, his voice tinged with frustration.
Jack, his son, shook his head. "No, Dad. I've also been looking for her. The last time I saw her, she told me someone had requested her on the paddock." Jackâs face mirrored his fatherâs frustration. âSheâs been all over the place today. Itâs like everyone wants her time!â
Toto frowned, his brow furrowing with concern. "Alright, letâs start asking around. Someone must have seen her." He put a reassuring hand on Jack's shoulder and they headed towards the nearest person they could findâGeorge Russell, who was chatting with some engineers by the Mercedes garage.
âHey, George!â Toto called out, his accent thick with concern. âHave you seen my wife?â
George looked up, smiling. âYeah, I saw her earlier. She was with Alex and Lily over by the Williams motorhome. They seemed to be having a good laugh about something.â
Toto nodded, thanking George, and he and Jack quickly made their way over to the Williams area. As they approached, they spotted Alex Albon leaning against the wall, his girlfriend Lily close by.
âAlex! Lily!â Jack called out. âHave you seen my mom? George said she was with you guys.â
Alex grinned, looking sheepish. âOh, yeah! We were just talking to her about some fun paddock stories. But then the McLaren boys came over and whisked her away. They said they needed her opinion on something. You know how they are!â
Toto let out a small chuckle. Your friendly nature and warm personality made you incredibly popular with everyone. "Thanks, Alex," he said, giving a nod to Lily as well.
With a determined stride, Toto and Jack moved towards the McLaren motorhome. They were greeted by the sight of Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri playfully bantering by the entrance.
âLando! Oscar!â Toto called, waving them over. âHave you seen my wife?â
Lando grinned widely. âOh, Mrs. Wolff? Yeah, she was here just a minute ago. We were showing her some of our latest memes, but then Carlos showed up and said he needed her help with some media stuff.â
Jack groaned playfully. âUgh, are we ever going to catch up to her?â
Oscar laughed. âSorry, Jack! Your momâs just too popular! But if you hurry, you might catch them over at Ferrari.â
Toto thanked them and led Jack towards the Ferrari garage, the bright red unmistakable in the sea of colors around the paddock. As they approached, they saw Carlos Sainz laughing with a group of engineers, but you were nowhere in sight.
âCarlos!â Toto called, a bit out of breath. âWhereâs my wife? The boys said you had her over here.â
Carlos turned, a charming smile on his face. âAh, Mr Wolff! Yes, she was here helping me out, but then Charles came by with Alexandra and asked if she could join them for a bit. Something about needing some advice on their dog, Leo.â
Jackâs eyes widened. âOf course, Leo! Mom can never resist a dog.â
Toto chuckled, ruffling Jackâs hair. âAlright, looks like weâre off to find Charles then.â
Finally, they made their way to a quieter area of the paddock where they spotted Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend Alexandra sitting on a bench. Next to them, you were kneeling on the ground, happily playing with Leo, their playful dog.
âMom!â Jack called out, rushing towards you.
You looked up, surprised but smiling brightly. âThere you two are! I was wondering when youâd catch up.â
Toto sighed in relief, a smile spreading across his face as he watched Jack throw his arms around you. "There you are, my love. Do you have any idea how hard it was to find you?â
You laughed softly, standing up and brushing off your jeans. âIâm sorry, Toto! Everyone just seemed to need me for something today. But it was all fun!â
Charles grinned, giving a nod to Toto. âSorry for keeping her so long. We just got caught up talking about dogs, and you know how it goes.â
Alexandra smiled, giving Leo a pat. âSheâs been great company, but weâll let you have her back now.â
Toto and Jack both thanked Charles and Alexandra, and as they turned to leave, Toto gently took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a tender kiss. "Iâve missed you," he murmured softly, his eyes meeting yours with warmth. "I think Jack and I could use some time with you now."
Jack nodded eagerly. âYeah, Mom! Can we just have some time with you? Weâve been looking everywhere.â
You smiled, squeezing both their hands. âOf course, my boys. Iâm all yours now.â
Together, the three of you walked away from the busy paddock, Toto wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and Jack holding onto your other hand. It was a perfect, wholesome moment of togethernessâa reminder that no matter how popular you were in the paddock, your heart always belonged with them.
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I wanted to make Harvey/ Two Face incredibly selfish. Hope everyone enjoys đ
Yandere Batman Shorts:
Together Once More
Yandere Harvey Dent x Female Reader
There was no doubt that Harvey was forever a changed man. Gone was half of his righteous side and replaced with the wicked scarred half that only sought out chaos and crime.
Yet he still dreamed of the life he had given up⌠of the love he so foolishly let slip between his fingers. He missed his precious childhood friend⌠his (your name).
Itâs been almost five years since he last saw her⌠before he married his treacherous ex wife, Gilda. Before he began to pose as the holiday killer. Before he found out she had been involved with one of the men he killed and was going to have a child. Before his descent into madness as everyone around him failed him.
Harvey knew (your name) would have never abandoned him nor left him to drown alone⌠she would have held his cheeks and reassured him. She would have followed him⌠but Harvey was the one who was blind. The one who abandoned her when she voice concern on Gildaâs intentions with him.
(Your name) was right about everyone in his life. She always had a knack for that, to know oneâs own demons inside without ever truly digging into their past. And yet he chose to remain stubborn in his blind loyalty to a woman he barely knew compared to her⌠but he would make it up to her. (Your name) would forgive him, she always did.
So here he was outside a studio apartment with a bouquet in his hand. It took him and Two Face a while to find her exact location but she was here.
Harvey adjusted his split suit, the sweat began to pool down his neck and into his dress shirt from the nerves. His scarred handâs grip on the bouquet tightened. Would she be happy to see him?
He knocked on the door twice and (your name) opened the door almost immediately. Her delicate stature tilted her head in curiosity.
âHello- Harvey?â (Your name) furrowed her brow.
âItâs been so longâŚâ She looked beautiful. Not that she wasnât before, but now he was able to truly see her⌠and she was breathtaking. How could he have overlooked her for all these years?
âIt has been.â (Your name) sighed. âBut there is no doubt in my mind that you want something from me. So letâs save the small talk, what do you want?â
Harvey froze as realization washed over him. He never did come to her for anything other than his own selfish reasons, did he? He always did take advantage of her abnegation when it came to himâŚ
âYou were rightâŚâ Harvey muttered under his breath. âYouâre always right when it comes to these sorts of things, and I⌠Iâm sorry.â
âAh⌠so youâre here for an apology?â
(Your name) glanced him up and down, âI donât forgive you.â
Harvey felt his heart stop in his chest. What did she mean? She always forgave himâŚ
âItâs been half a decade since we last have seen each other.â (Your name) told him. âPeople change. I have changed⌠I am uninterested in being involved with you.â
âDoll, Iâm sorry-â But (your name) held her hand up to stop him from speaking further.
âYou burned the bridge and it cannot be rebuilt.â (Your name) told him. âYou ignored all forms of contact I attempted to make, and now you must lie in the bed you made.â
(Your name) tried to shut the door, but Two Face decided he wasnât going to have it. He shoved his foot in the door.
âNow you may not want to forgive him, but it may be wise not to lump me with him.â (Your name) just glanced at him. âIâm not as nice and Iâm certainly not taking no for an answer.â
(Your name) was shocked when he forced the door open, the villain now in her quaint home. A smirk on his lips when he spotted a single photo of the two of them together still on the wall.
âChanged? It seems youâre still fond of me.â (Your name) gasped when he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her to him. His hands now holding her waist. âIâm here to give you what you want, darling. All of me⌠I wonât leave you ever again.â
Two Face pressed a kiss to her cheek which made her shiver in disgust at how the sensation felt like two different men were kissing her.
âWe will never be separated again. Not by others and not even by death.â
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Familiar Faces - Spencer Reid
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Summary: Doctor Spencer Reid reunites with childhood friend Y/N, only to discover she's being stalked. As the BAU investigates, old feelings resurface between them.
The bright fluorescent lights of the FBI building cast a glow over the corridor. Doctor Spencer Reid adjusted his satchel on his shoulder, his mind racing with the details of the latest case file that had just landed on his desk. He was lost in thought when he bumped into someone, nearly dropping the stack of papers he was holding.
"I'm so sorry," a familiar voice said.
Spencer looked up, his eyes widening in disbelief. Standing in front of him was Y/N, his childhood friend from high school. Memories flooded back as he took in her familiar face, though older and more mature than he remembered.
"Y/N?" Spencer stammered, his voice laced with shock.
"Is that really you?" he continued, his eyes scanning her face for confirmation.
She smiled, her eyes shining with recognition and surprise. "Wow, Spencer Reid. I never thought I'd see you here in Quantico."
"It's been years," Spencer replied, a hint of a smile forming on his lips.
Before he could say anything more, Y/N stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. Spencer hesitated for a moment, his touch aversion making him uncomfortable, but he found himself wrapping his arms around her in return.
The team, who had been watching the interaction from a distance, exchanged confused glances. They had no idea that Spencer and Y/N knew each other.
"Is everything okay here?" Hotch, the BAU's unit chief, asked, stepping forward with a stern expression.
"Yeah, we're just... catching up," Spencer explained, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
As they pulled apart, Y/N's smile faded, her expression turning serious. "Spencer, someone's been following me. I think I'm being stalked."
Spencer's eyes widened in concern. "We'll handle it," he assured her, his voice firm.
The team gathered in the briefing room, reviewing the details of Y/N's case. The stalker had been sending her anonymous gifts and messages and had even been spotted near her home.
"We need to catch this guy before he escalates," Morgan said, his voice filled with determination.
"I agree," Hotch replied. "Reid, you'll stay with Y/N to ensure her safety."
Spencer nodded, his mind already racing with the details of the case. As he and Y/N left the BAU office, he couldn't help but feel nervous and flustered around her, his usual calm and composed demeanor faltering.
Over the next few days, Spencer and Y/N spent a lot of time together, trying to piece together clues about the stalker. Despite the seriousness of the situation, they found moments of comfort and familiarity in each other's company, reminiscing about their high school days and catching up on lost time.
One evening, as they were going over the case files in Y/N's house, Spencer found himself lost in thought, staring at Y/N's face as she concentrated on the documents spread out before them.
"Y/N, I..." Spencer started, his voice faltering.
She looked up, her eyes meeting his. "What is it, Spencer?"
"I just... I never thought I'd see you again, let alone like this," he admitted, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.
Y/N smiled, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his arm. "Life has a funny way of bringing people back together," she said softly.
As they continued to work on the case, Spencer realized that his feelings for Y/N had never truly faded; they had simply been buried beneath years of separation and missed opportunities. He found himself hoping that once the stalker was caught and the case was closed, they would have a chance to explore the connection that had unexpectedly rekindled between them.
The days turned into weeks, and with the combined efforts of the BAU and local law enforcement, the stalker was finally apprehended. As Spencer and Y/N said their goodbyes, both promising to keep in touch, he knew that this was just the beginning of their story.
Standing in the hallway of the Quantico FBI building, Spencer took Y/N's hand, pulling her into a gentle embrace. This time, there was no hesitation, no discomfortâjust the undeniable realization that sometimes, life gives you a second chance to reconnect with the people who matter most.
And as they parted ways, both Spencer and Y/N knew that they were embarking on a new chapter of their livesâone filled with hope, promise, and the possibility of a love that had been a long time coming.
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Jealousy (18+)
Synopsis: Your current girlfriend doesnât take well to the fact that you have to go play with your ex during international break. When your ex calls you after the game, she makes sure you both know who you belong to.
Warnings: smut!!!! Oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), possessive sex, risky sex, having sex while someone else is on the phone (idk if thereâs a name for that), semi-public sex, edging, marking, dirty talk, language.
WC: 4.1k
A/N: this fic was pretty much entirely inspired by @waltzinglikewearein1698 who gave me this suggestion back in maybe June? Iâve finally gotten around to writing it, hope you all enjoy ;)
âAre you sure youâre going to be alright?â Jessie came up, plopping herself down on the bed next to your suitcase.
âI feel like I should be asking you that.â You looked up from your phone to your girlfriend.
âWhy? Youâre the one who has to go play with their ex again, not me.â Jessie questions, heading over to her closet to begin picking out clothing to put in the bag.
You looked at her again, puzzled look across your own face. âThatâs exactly why I feel like I should be asking you. You donât need to reassure me, I want to make sure youâre comfortable. How are you feeling that Iâm going to be seeing her?â
âFine, I mean I donât love the idea obviously but Iâm more worried itâll be weird or uncomfortable for you.â Jessie shrugged. âIâm not concerned about her and you, I trust you, I know thereâs nothing between you two anymore.â
âI mean itâll be weird, itâs the first time weâve played together since weâve broken up, but itâll be fine.â You finally pull yourself off the bed, heading to the closet to grab your own suitcase.
You and Cameron had broken up over 2 years ago, but a mix of injuries between the two of you had kept you from having to play on the same national team until the upcoming camp. You had felt a little uneasy knowing youâd see her again.
Your breakup had been amicable, when she had been given an opportunity to leave England and go play back in her home state for Orlando, you couldnât hold her back. You had loved her so much, you had to let her go. Things worked for only a few weeks, it was hard, taking a toll on both of you emotionally which led to a physical toll as well.
It wasnât an easy decision but after two months of putting your time and effort into each other, you and Cameron sat down and decided long distance wasnât made for the two of you. In a tearful agreement, you decided to, with heavy hearts, split and go your separate ways.
Trying to be friends hadnât worked either, for the first few months after the breakup you were in off season and you found yourself on a flight to Orlando, within hours of landing in Florida, you found yourself in the bed of a familiar body. You both swore every time it wouldnât happen again, but it did. You were a frequent visitor to her, each visit ending with the two of you tangled in bedsheets, making your feelings even more confusing. The two of you continued on, unable to cut yourselves from each other's lives completely, still emotionally tied. It was toxic, only hurting yourselves further by continuing to see each other. So you finally cut it off. Just before you returned to England you both sat down, establishing youâd both move on.
Youâd gone no contact for those next 20 months, only for it to be broken by your simultaneous call ups into the most recent camp. Which led you to this conversation with your current girlfriend.
You and Jessie started dating over a year after your breakup with Cameron. You two had met at Chelsea and you couldnât ignore your sudden attraction toward the Canadian. She was soft spoken and one of the smartest people you knew. She knew how to make you laugh in any situation, even if you were upset, angry, frustrated. She brought the best out in you, which was quickly noticed by some of your teammates who teased you endlessly until you finally mustered the courage to ask her out.
She had happily agreed to the coffee date and the two of you had quickly fallen for each other, dating for just under a year. You had aired out your relationship with your ex to Jessie, being honest with her about your history and feelings. She hadnât been bothered, trusting you and the relationship the two of you had built, never once had you given a reason for her not to trust you do she didnât.
Seeing Cameron for the first time was less awkward than you had expected. Youâd end up sitting at the same table at dinner, exchanging pleasantries while keeping up conversation with your other table mates. Cameron had asked about Jessie, saying she was happy for you and that the Canadian seemed to make you really happy. She then jokes that you must have a thing for captains, pointing out the fact that she was the captain for her club and was also on occasion a captain for the national team.
That was something you had forgotten about, the fact that not only would your girlfriend and ex be playing against each other, theyâd be captaining their respective teams against each other.
You swallowed hard watching as your girlfriend and ex girlfriend stood face to face the next day, an awkward handshake being exchanged between them as they stood listening to the referees. You were sure to the outside world it didnât look uncomfortable or tense, but to you it felt that way. It especially felt that way when both girls' eyes found their way to you as they were dismissed from their meeting. You immediately looked to the ground, wanting to avoid whatever tension the two had.
âThat wasnât tense at all.â Unsure of who said it you send a glare down the line of your teammates, a couple of them giggling to themselves.
The game itself felt relatively uneventful. A few decent shots from both sides but the game ultimately ending in a draw 2-2. It had been easy to fall into the mindset of the game, not remembering you were playing alongside your ex, against your girlfriend, and against a couple of your club teammates, it was just another game.
When the game finished you wandered about, signing a few things, taking some photos, chatting with your teammates as well as a couple of the Canadians.
You feel the back of your shirt get tugged on and you turn to see Jessie, red cheeks from her 90 minutes of playing looking at you. âMeet me once youâre changed.â Thatâs all she says before starting to walk away.
âOkay, you alright?â You question, her noticing the negativity in her tone. You knew she hated drawing, she always wanted to win but it was a good game you figured she wouldnât be that upset over it.
âIâm fine.â She said in a tone that makes it very clear to you she was not fine. She was pissed off and it seemed like at you.
You waited outside the Canadian locker room for a few minutes, before sending Jessie a text letting her know you were there. Seconds after the text was read, the door comes flying open and out comes your girlfriend, a scowl still on her face.
âHi.â You try to be chipped, hoping to lighten her mood.
âNot here.â Is all she says before her hand finds yours and she begins pulling you down the hallway. The two of you turn a few corners before she swings open a door.
âWhatâs your deal?â You turned, confused look on your face as your girlfriend stomps you into an unoccupied bathroom, locking the door behind her. She points at the largest stall, a firm look across her face. You turn so she doesnât see you rolling your eyes as you obey her request.
She closes the door behind both of you and before you can repeat your question and ask whatâs wrong she pushes you against the wall, one hand on your hips the other on your chin holding your face to kiss her.
âYouâre mine.â She grumbles into your ear before her tongue drags slowly across the lobe before up and around. You gently toss back your head at the feeling of her breath on your ear. You gently push Jessie back your hands on her shoulders, your fingers keeping her close by gripping her shirt.
âOh my god.â You canât help but let out a small laugh before holding it in as Jessie gives you a disapproving stare. âYouâre jealous.â You feel the smirk grow across your lips. Jessie wasnât one to be jealous, she was protective, she liked that people knew you were taken but in public she was never one to be overbearing.
âIâm not. I just donât like seeing your ex jump into your arms in celebration, that should be me, not her!â
You knew that was going to come back to get you. You had scored off a beautiful pass from Cameron, when you turned to celebrate with your team, she was flying at you, jumping into your arms. Instinctively you had wrapped your arms around her, before the rest of your team joined in on the group hug. When the crowd finally dissipated, you had made eye contact with the unpleasant expression across Jessieâs face. You didnât think much of her glare in that moment, thinking it was more of a frustration to your team taking the lead.
âThatâs the definition of jealousy, youâre jealous Jessie.â You say flatly to her.
âI just want to make sure you know and she knows, youâre mine.â She confirms her jealousy as her lips latch onto your lower neck and you feel her sucking harshly.
��Jess!â You grab the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair. âYouâre going to leave a mark!â
âI know.â She mumbles once she releases your skin. âThatâs the point.â Her lips find the other side of your neck, sucking harshly again. Feeling your knees grow weak at the sensation you brace yourself on Jessieâs shoulders.
âBabe.â
âShhhh, Iâve got you.â Jessieâs arms hold your waist firmly, aiding you in standing. She adds one more mark to your neck before putting her lips back on yours, her hand on the back of your head pulling you into her. The kiss is heated, passes of her tongue, gentle bites on your lips, it was a kiss the two of you often shared in private, not in a public place. Jessieâs hands found their way all over your body, squeezing at your chest and ass, under your shirt causing your skin to prickle under her touch.
When Jessie finally pulled away you expected her to unlock the door and the two of you to leave. But thatâs not what she did. You watched, eyes locked on hers as she slowly lowered her hands to your hips before following them with the rest of her body, bending down.
Now kneeling in front of you, Jessieâs fingers dig into the waistband of your sweats. She takes a moment to glance at you, waiting for permission. Despite her suddenly controlling nature, she still had to make sure you wanted it.
âSeriously?â You couldnât help but ask. Youâd brought up the idea of semi-public sex before to Jessie, she always rejected the idea. you had always thought the added risk was fun, she did not. She had no interest in being caught or heard, at least she usually didnât.
âYes, if you want.â Jessieâs jealous demeanor fades for a second as she looks up at you, still awaiting your permission.
âUh, yeah, yeah of course, just hadnât expected it.â You nod at her. Needing no further confirmation Jessie yanks everything down your legs leaving you exposed to her.
âNeed to prove your mine.â She mumbles quietly. You watch as she licks her lips, looking from your pussy up to your eyes before back down.
âWow baby,â Jessie looks up at you with a smirk, âdripping for me and I havenât even touched you.â She brings her hands to your thighs pushing them apart more to fully expose your core. âDid you ever get this wet for her?â Jessie asks as she runs two fingers through you before holding them up to show you how they glistened with your arousal.
Shaking your head quickly you reassure her. âNo Jessie, only you.â
âOnly me huh? Cameron never got you dripping like this?â Still stunned by your girlfriendâs mood, it takes you a second to respond, giving her time to dip her fingers back, gathering even more of your slick, this time giving a slow, firm circle to your clit.
âOnly you Jessie.â You breathe out.
âGood girl, all mine.â She praises before grabbing your thigh and placing it over her shoulder. Taking a couple minutes she just admires your core, suddenly feeling self conscious under her stare you try and pinch your thighs together. Jessieâs hands come up to stop you, keeping your thighs apart. âDonât hide, let me see my pussy.â She looks up at you. âThatâs what it is, right? My pussy?â
âAll yours Jessie, itâs yours.â
âSo perfect for me.â She whispers before bringing her face to meet your core. She places a couple quick and teasing kisses on your inner thighs before running her tongue through you. Already feeling worked up you buck your hips as her tongue flicks across your clit.
She teases around the bundle of nerves, tracing light circles around it before sheâd give it a firm lick making you groan before returning to the light circles.
âJess, hurry up, we donât have a lot of time.â
âExcuse me.â
âI, I just, I want to cum for you.â Silently using your eyes to beg her, you hope sheâll give in, making it seem like it was a reward for her, not just to satisfy you.
âHmmm.â Jessie says bringing her fingers to again run along your thighs, just to the peak teasing before coming back down your leg to your knee.
You start to feel a vibration by your feet, your first thought is one of shock that your girlfriend brought a toy with her, before you realize it was your phone ringing. Jessieâs eyes open and she gives you one last pass of her tongue before pulling back much to your dismay.
âJust ignore it.â You whine, not caring about the phone call, you could call them back. Reaching your hand on the back of Jessieâs head you try to coax her back between your legs.
âLetâs see whoâs calling you.â Jessie looks up at you before reaching into the pocket of your shorts that lay at your feet. You watch as Jessieâs eyebrows raise before she turns the phone to you.
Cameronâs name is across the screen.
âAnswer it.â Jessie reaches up to hand you the phone.
You looked down at Jessie, fully thinking she was joking with you, but the expression on her face tells you sheâs being serious. She wanted you to answer the phone while she fucked you. âJessie no, not while-â
âI said answer it.â Jessie barks up at you. She wasnât one to normally demand anything from you, you were seeing a whole new side of your girlfriend today. Your hand reached out slowly grabbing the phone, your thumb sliding across the screen to answer the call.
âHey, whatâs up?â You tried to sound normal as you answered, trying to control your breathing.
âJust wanted to see where you were at? Bus leaves in 35.â
As if Jessie knew it was your turn to respond, she leaned forward her tongue finding its way back between your already slick folds, landing right on your clit. You felt your breath catch in your throat at the sensation
âUh,â you clear your throat as a moan threatens to escape as Jessie begins to suck where you need her most. âI um, I know, Iâm, I went for a walk, just to,â you have to pull the phone away from your face to take a breath, you see Jessie shoot a glare in your direction when you pull the phone away.
âAnswer her.â She mouths before returning her face between your legs.
âI just went to see Jessie, I,â you feel Jessieâs fingers begin to tease your entrance. She lets them just barely stretch you out before pulling them back and repeating the teasing thrust. âI told Coffey, Iâll be back for the bus.â You manage to whimper out.
âYou alright?â Cameron asks, clearly noticing the change in your voice.
âYeah Iâm,â you throw your other hand across your mouth as Jessie begins to pump her fingers in and out of you. It takes biting your hand to keep a loud moan from escaping. Instead just a small whine comes out. âIâm good.â
You can hear your teammates chatting in the background of Cameronâs call and you just hope the phone isnât able to pick up on the sounds coming from the stall. Between your own whimpering, the sounds of Jessie drinking you in and the wetness of her fingers you werenât sure what would be more embarrassing. âIâm fine.â You stumble over your words, assuring your teammate youâre alright.
âOkay, hang on.â You hear Cameron start talking across the room to someone else, giving you the chance to let out a much needed moan of Jessieâs name.
âFuck Jess, please.â You can practically feel the girl smile against your skin and she continues to fuck you, the suction of her lips releasing for a moment as she smiles before she returns sucking with more force than before. you can feel the way her fingers are stretching you out, hitting the spots she knows will get you to finish.
âWhat?â Cameron says into the phone.
âFuck.â You whisper before catching yourself. âNothing, nothing, I didnât say, I said nothing.â Your heart is racing, the nerves of being caught mixed with the adrenaline of being caught keeping your emotions at an all time high.
âAre you sure youâre alright?â
âYep.â The word squeaks out. Now youâre starting to panic. The tightness in your stomach and the way you're clenching around Jessieâs fingers is enough to know youâre only a few moments away from finishing. You couldnât orgasm while on the phone. You definitely couldnât orgasm while on the phone with your ex.
You did your best to send a pleading look down at Jessie but it was no use as her eyes were closed, fully immersing herself into you. Reaching down you grab her hair, pulling it hard, causing her eyes to flutter open.
âPleaseâ you mean to just mouth the word in your girlfriendâs direction but it comes out as a soft whine. So focused on keeping your composure, your ears have started to go fuzzy, as has your vision. You hear Cameron say something back to you in response to your quiet beg but you canât comprehend it. Thatâs when you start shaking your head, trying to let you know you canât hold it any longer, your eyes beginning to water. A feeling of panic begins to flood your body.
You feel Jessieâs hand grab at yours, taking the phone away. Then you feel her mouth leave your clit, her right hand still thrusting, keeping you on edge. âHey Cameron, sorry, sheâs busy doing something, or I guess you could say Iâm busy doing her, Iâll have her talk to you later.â
Your eyes fly open at Jessieâs words, she wasnât a prude by any means but she usually kept your sex life relatively private. You hadnât expected Jessie to tell Cameron that she was actively fucking you.
âIâ Cameron tries to respond but is cut off by the dial tone indicating Jessie had hung up.
âThatâll prove youâre mine if those pretty marks donât do the trick.â She says smugly before dropping your phone onto the pile of clothing. âYou can cum, just make sure if anyone hears you, they know itâs me making you feel this good and not her.â
She quickly puts her face back into you, her tongue and lips not teasing anymore, immediately sucking and flicking your clit in the way she knows will have you falling apart.
âJessie, fuck.â She hums, pleased with the way youâre saying her name. You can feel your knees growing weak, more of your weird being rested onto Jessieâs shoulder. Your hands pull her hair even tighter as you grind yourself onto her face. âOh my god, oh fuck, Jessie.â
The feeling of pleasure races through your body, your eyes slamming shut, Jessie name escaping your lips in a deep groan as you grab her hair tighter. Collapsing your upper body over as you continue to buck your hips against Jessieâs face.
Continuing to fuck you through your orgasm Jessie only slows once she hears your quiet whine of âI canât.â Knowing she had pushed you far enough, she eases up, pulling her mouth off of you and stalling her fingers deep inside of you.
You remain bent over for a minute, your stomach resting on top of Jessieâs head, covering her body with your own. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try to catch your breath. âHoly shit.â
âGood?â Jessie mumbles from under your body. You feel her shift slightly and you finally stand back up, resting against the wall of the stall again.
âFuck, yeah, that was, good Jess, so good.â You try to string together a coherent thought, your brain still rattled from the last half hour.
âYay!â You canât help but laugh at her excitement before she adds. âI canât believe I made you talk on the phone while I fucked you.â You watch her eyes grow wider. âI canât believe I told your ex I was doing you!â
âBabe, itâs fine, sheâs not going to care.â You put your hands on her face, caressing her cheeks as you watched her suddenly become very shy about her actions.
Your phone dings, interrupting your peace with Jessie. Not even reading the notification you see the time displayed on your phone. A wave of panic takes you out of your post orgasm bliss. âOh shit! I have to go, our bus is leaving in two minutes.â You say. Jessie immediately grabs your sweats and panties that she had quickly ripped off before. She holds them both open for you to step into before pulling them up to your hips.
She stands up, you can smell yourself lingering on her chin and lips as she leans in to kiss you. âI love you, let me know when you get back to the hotel safely.â
âI will, you too.â You remind her.
âI will.â
âI love you.â You say, smiling at her as she followed you out of the stall into the rest of the restroom.
âI love you, sorry about the marks.â Itâs only now that Jessie seems to have actually noticed the damage she did to your neck, her face a look of concern as she stares at the hickeys.
âItâs alright, the teasing will be worth it, and Iâll make you pay for it when weâre back home tomorrow.â You give her one final kiss as the two of you exit the bathroom and split ways.
You made a quick run through the stadium, making your way out to the line of your teammates waiting to get on the bus. Hoping youâd hide away in the back you didnât make it known to anyone you had arrived.
âHmm, nice âwalkâ you went on.â Sam says coming up to you pulling at the collar of your shirt, further exposing the markings Jessie had left. âJessie must be a rough walker.â
âShut it.â
âWhere did you two even-â She starts to ask.
âIâm not answering that.â You interrupt her sternly, holding. A hand up to stop what she was saying. You know your face is burning red, part of you hopes itâll help the hickeys blend in with your skin.
You climbed on the bus, trying to keep your head ducked down but it was no use as you heard your teammates wolf whistle and snicker as you walked by. You slumped in your seat, pulling up your shirt, knowing youâd hear the teasing for what would probably be years to come.
You look across the aisle only to realize you had sat across from Cameron. Your eyes met for a second before you found interest in the ground. She starts to speak, laughing as she does so. âYou know, next time, just donât answer the phone.â
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Simon Riley x afab!reader || Masterlist || Ghost playlist
summary: Youâre up late at night, alone and touch starved, when you get a phone call from the man you miss the most.
word count: 3.3k
warning/tag: Smut (18+, mdni!) Language. Fluff and a little angst. Mutual masturbation (phone sex). Reader is wearing one of Simon's shirts. Mention of cunnilingus, tit sucking, unprotected p in v with creampie, implied breeding kink on Simonâs side. Use of âgood girlâ.
"Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you But I can't right now So baby kiss me through the phoneâ
Simon is away again and holy fuck how you miss him. Every moment feels incomplete without him by your side. The distance between you seems unbearable at times, and the ache in your heart grows with each passing day.
As you are lying in bed, wearing his t-shirt, thoughts of him consume your mind. The soft fabric against your skin carries his scent, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. You imagine his smile, a smile so few people get to witness, but you are one of the few lucky ones who he let see it, you imagine his laughter. The warmth and security you feel whenever he holds you tight in his strong arms. As you replay cherished memories in your head, the longing intensifies, turning into a thumping pain in your chest, but it also brings you a sense of cathartic comfort.
If you just could call him itâll be easier, but you canât, you understand the need for secrecy and the importance of protecting his mission. You just have to be patient and wait till he can call you.
Now every time you hear a phone ring, your heart skips a beat. When itâs your own phone you find yourself hoping that itâs Simon on the other end, ready to reassure you that he is alright and that your fears are unfounded. But at the same time, thereâs always a tinge of fear, a nagging worry that the call might bring news that your worst nightmare has come true.
And, as if on cue, as you lay and think about these things, the sound of your phone breaks through the silence, causing your heart to skip a beat.Â
Your heart races, and you canât help but wonder if it could be Simon. With trembling hands, you reach for the device, hoping beyond hope that itâs him. You glance at the screen and canât see any number, it is an encrypted line, and a surge of emotions overwhelms you.
Heart pounding with a mix of anticipation, excitement and fear, you answer the call. âHello?â
âHi, love,â Simonâs gruff voice comes through the phone. He sounds knackered, but definitely alive. His voice crackles through the line, but the sound of it instantly soothes your worries.Â
Relief floods over you, and tears well up in your eyes. âHi, Si,â you greet him, trying to keep your emotions somewhat in check so you donât use the precious time you get to talk to him bawling your eyes out.Â
âI didnât wake you did I?â His deep voice, laced with concern.Â
âNo, you didnât,â you reassure him, not that you would have given a damn if he had, youâre just happy to hear his voice, alive and well.
âWell, you should be sleeping, I hope youâre taking care of yourself, love,â Simon says, his voice filled with genuine concern. âHow have you been holding up?â
A mix of emotions floods over you at his question. You appreciate his thoughtfulness, knowing that despite the dangers he faces, he still worries about your well-being. But at the same time, you donât want to burden him with your own struggles and fears.
âWell, you know me, Iâve been managing,â you reply, trying to sound strong. Afterall, he is the one who is facing danger and dodging bullets, not you. âJust looking forward to having you back.âÂ
Simon laughs softly, his deep voice filled with warmth. âI look forward to that too, love. But I promise, Iâll be back before you know it. Weâll have a proper cuppa together in no time, Iâll make sure we donât have to deal with any of this long-distance rubbish for a while.âÂ
You canât help but smile, a mix of love and longing in your heart. âIâll hold you to that, Iâll keep the kettle ready. And Iâll make sure to get some proper biscuits this time.â
You had bought some fancy biscuits with rosemary and bergamot once, and Simon had absolutely hated them. Not that he had expressed it like that; he had been very polite about it, carefully trying to mask his distaste for the treats. However, you could see right through him. You had run down to the corner shop under your flat and bought some milk choc hobnobs, cause despite looking like a big scary bloke your boyfriend has the tastebuds of a child.     Â
âThat sounds good,â Simon says, a longing sigh coming through the phone.
The simple thought of sharing a cup of tea with Simon brings a smile to your face. Itâs the simple moments like those that you cherish the most, the moments of normalcy amidst the chaos that his career brings. But it also makes you miss other things to do with Simon.Â
âYeah, it does,â you agree, as your heart yearns for him you let a short silence unfold between you before you continue, your voice now sounding a little lower and more breathy. âI miss you, Simon.â
There is a brief pause before Simon responds, his voice filled with a mix of longing and determination, and holy fuck how you love that voice. You feel heat creep up your cheeks, at the sound, warmth pooling in your stomach, spreading through your body like a wildfire with longing for him. âI miss you too, love. Canât wait to hold you again.âÂ
A surge of anticipation courses through you, and you canât help but let your voice drop to a sultry whisper. âYeah, I look forward to that.âÂ
Simonâs voice takes on a husky tone as he reads your switch in mood. âConsider it a guarantee, love. When I get back, Iâll make it up to you, show you just how much Iâve missed you, okay?â
âMmm.â You hum to let him know that you are hearing him, but it comes out closer to a moan really.Â
A brief silence hangs in the air between you before you break the silence again.Â
âSiâŚâ
âYeah?â
âIâm wearing your shirt,â you confess, the words escaping your lips with a mix of vulnerability and desire.
There is a short pause between you, one that feels way longer than it actually is, before Simon finally says something. âWhich one, darling?â His voice carries a hint of curiosity and anticipation, as if he can already picture you wearing it.
âYour Zeppelin one,â you confess.
You can hear how Simonâs breath quickens on the other end of the line, becoming more throaty and shallow. His voice, when he finally speaks, is filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness.
âYeah?â he responds, his tone laced with anticipation.
âYeah, it smells like you,â you whisper down the phone. âI just miss you so much.âÂ
Thereâs a moment of silence, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Then, Simon replies, his voice filled with the same desire that echoes within you. âBelieve me, love, the feeling is mutual.âÂ
His words carry a warmth that wraps around you, bridging the physical distance between you both. It also makes a warm sensation swoop through your stomach, and you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together as you begin to feel a warm throbbing between your legs.   Â
âI wish you were here,â you say, meaning it from the bottom of your heart.Â
Simon lets out a low chuckle, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. âYeah, me too, love, you have no idea. But I promise, itâll be worth the wait.â
Squirming slightly in your seat by his words, the warm throbbing of your cunt increases. You take a deep breath grabbing the fabric of his shirt to bring it up to your nose, the scent of him lingers, providing a sense of comfort and reassurance but also making you miss having him close so much more, making you crave it.Â
âAre you alone?â you whisper, your voice barely audible.    Â
âYes.â    Â
âWanna tell me what youâre going to do to me when you come home?â You feel a swoop of anticipation run through you as you ask him.
The sound of Simon swallowing audibly comes through the phone, his voice filled with anticipation.Â
You put your phone on speaker, placing it on a pillow beside you.Â
âIâd take my time with you,â his voice crackles through the speaker, deep and raspy. âIâd start by kissing that sweet mouth of yours. Iâd drink up all those little moans you always make for me. You have no idea how much they turn me on. Sometimes when I close my eyes, I hear them, making me so fucking hard, baby. and Iâll have to get up to rub one out.â      Â
And as if on cue you let out a whiny moan as you imagine him in his tactical trousers, the imposing bulge of his hard-on restrained against the fabric, how his big hand will squeeze it though the garment.Â
âYes, baby, just like that,â he says with a sound that you think was supposed to be a laugh but ends up sounding more like a throaty groan. You hear the clang of metal through the phone, like a belt being unbuckled. Â
âIâd kiss you until we are both out of breath, until we would have to break apart, maybe even a little longer. Fuck, miss kissing you so much, lovie.âÂ
âMiss that too,â you whimper, your hands now on your breasts, softly squeezing them through the soft cotton of Simonâs shirt as you rub your thighs together, feeling how the throbbing of your cunt reaches a whole new high, your panties getting more and more damp. Â Â Â Â
âIâd start going down, kiss your jaw and down your neck,â Simon continues.Â
Your breath hitches, and you squeeze your eyes shut. You can almost feel how your skin tingles in the places Simon describes kissing.Â
âIâd keep going down, kiss you everywhere, love. Let myself taste just how sweet that body of yours is,â he groans softly.Â
As his words reach your ears, a vivid image takes shape in your mind. You can picture the way he would hold you. How he would slowly trace every contour, every curve, as he maps out your skin with his lips and tongue, savouring the taste and texture of your skin, leaving a trail of desire in his wake.
âIâd take those pretty tits in my mouth, give them the attention they deserve.â Â
You let out a little squeal as you imagine his tongue around your nipples, licking and sucking at your sensitive nubs.Â
âThen Iâd have you laid back on the bed, all naked and spread out for me. Iâd get between your thighs and eat that sweet pussy out just how I know you like it, wouldnât stop until youâve gushed all over my face.â Â
The thought alone sends a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself instinctively responding to the memory. You can feel the weight of his touch, the warmth of his breath against your skin. Your head tilts back, lost in the sensations that flood your imagination. The mere thought of his touch elicits a tantalising twitch of pleasure through your body, a physical manifestation of the connection you share.
You let your legs part, spreading them wide on the soft mattress, and you let your non-dominant hand creep down the soft fabric of the Simonâs shirt, continuing lower until you reach the hem of the garment and slides it up under the shirt, slowly tracing your fingers up over the warm skin of your naked abdomen and up through the valley of your tits, until you cup your breast again, this time without the barrier of the shirt, gently squeezing at the soft flesh before you start playing with your hardened nipple. Your dominant hand is wandering down to your panties, the pads of your fingers gently tracing a line over the now soaked fabric. You havenât been this wet in a while, at least not since Simon left for deployment.  Â
Through the speakers of your phone, you hear him curse softly, his voice filled with a mix of longing and frustration. The distance between you feels unbearable, as the desire to be together intensifies with each passing moment. As you close your eyes, your imagination takes flight, allowing you to indulge in the sweet memories of your bodies entwined. The anticipation builds, fueling the fire within.Â
Now feeling so damned desperate you dip your hand into your panties, slowly sliding your fingers through your wet folds, coating them with your arousal, before you start to, oh so slowly, circling around your clit. Â
âIâd let myself drown in that sweet, sweet pussy of yours. Sweetest, fucking thing Iâve ever had. I can still taste it whenever I think about it,â he continues. His tone is damn near dangerous, so low and growly. You almost cum from the thought alone, the thought of being completely at his mercy. âWhat about you, love? What would you do with me if I was there?â He coaxes you.Â
âIâd let you have me however you want me. I miss having you inside me so bad, Si,â You admit with a whimper.Â
âOh, missing my cock that much, lovie?â he teases, but there is a tenderness and a longing hidden behind his words.  Â
âMmm.â You nod even though he canât see it. âI miss all of you, Si.â
The sounds of him pumping himself is now audible through the phone. The sound is making you even more desperate to have him back. You canât help but imagine him, his big fist sliding up and down that big girthy cock of his, the prettiest cock youâve ever seen, throbbing and dripping with precum, just for you.Â
âFu-uuck, what I wouldnât give to be inside you right now, sweetheart.â he almost growls, making you whimper. âIâd make you feel so good, baby. Turn you into a babbling cock drunk mess.â Simonâs voice grows huskier, filled with primal desire. âIâd fill you up so good, again and again until you youâd be fucking dripping, with my cum.â He growls down the phone. âFill you up and give you a piece of me to carry, a piece of me you could have forever. Fu-uuck, and everyone would know that Iâm yours, that we belong together.â  Â
A soft moan escapes your mouth as you imagine the scenario heâs describing. Your fingers now moving in fast tight circles around your sensitive clit.Â
âDo you have any idea what you do to me, huh, love?â His voice, dripping with hunger and desperation, and you whine out for him, giving him those sweet sounds that you know makes him go feral.Â
âGood girl,â he praises. âFuuck, doing so good for me.â
A hot shiver runs up your spine at the praise. You remove your fingers from your clit, instead sliding them down a little further, making your panties push down your hips to instead dwell around your thighs. You drag your fingers through your slick folds, collecting your wetness before you slide first one then two fingers inside of your pussy. You bring your other hand, that until now had occupied your sensitive nipples, down to your clit, flickering the sensitive nub while you pump into yourself wishing that it was Simonâs skilled fingers or girthy cock that was thrusting into you instead. His name starts spilling from your lips in a line of whiny moans.Â
âYou sound so fuckinâ pretty,â he sounds like he is as close to ecstasy as you are, his voice low and breathy. âAre you close, baby?âÂ
âYe-yeah, so close, Si,â you pant. The slick sound of your fingers pumping in and out of your soaked cunt ring in your ears and you know that Simon must be able to hear it over the phone.Â
âIâm close too, love. Can you cum for me, sweetheart? We can cum together. Imagine me filling up that sweet little pussy, have you dripping with my cum, yeah?â Â
âYes, Simon, want that so bad,â you moan, âFu-uck, Iâm so close, Si.â
âThatâs good. Youâre doing so good for me, sweetheart,â he groans. âCome on, baby, cum with me.âÂ
You moan out his name as your walls clench around your fingers, your other hand flicking over your clit in a fast steady rhythm as you feel how the tight coil in your stomach finally snaps, your orgasm rushing through you in hot, blissful waves as you fuck yourself through your high. You can hear Simonâs throaty moans coming over the phone, cursing and panting under his breath as you both ride out your climaxes.
Your walls flutter around your fingers as you slowly come down from your high. Aftershocks are still pumping through your cunt as you slowly pull your soaked fingers out, wiping them off on the sheets. Youâll change them in the morning, but right now you canât be bothered.Â
You both take a few seconds to catch your breath before Simonâs voice crackles through the phone again. âHow do you feel?â
âIâm good, Si, really good, just wished you were here to feel good with me.â You grab the phone, turning it off speaker again and bringing it up to your ear. You lay yourself down on your side, curling up on yourself as you let your body sink into the soft mattress. You pull the duvet over you, suddenly feeling very tired and alone, wishing that Simon was there to cuddle with you.    Â
âYeah, Iâd like that too.â His voice sounds much softer now. Â
A little silence falls over you, the both of you needing to land again and you both feel the otherâs absence all the more now, but you donât want to stop talking with Simon, not when you finally can, but you also know that he only has limited time for phone calls. You just have to stay strong until you finally have him back again. Â
âSi?â
âYes, love?â Simon responds, his deep voice gentle and reassuring.
âCome back to me safe?â you plead, the weight of worry evident in your words.
A small pause follows. Then, Simonâs voice breaks through, filled with determination and devotion. âLove, Iâll come crawling back to you if I have to.âÂ
The words hang in the air for a moment, the intensity of Simonâs promise sinking into your heart. Tears well up in your eyes as you whisper, âI donât know what I would do without you, Simon.â The vulnerability in your voice echoes the depth of your emotions, the fear of losing him almost too much to bear.
Simonâs voice softens, filled with tenderness as he responds, âYou wonât have to find out, love.âÂ
Though you still worry about him, you let his words offer you solace for now. Â
âItâs getting late,â Simonâs voice comes through with a hint of playfulness. âI think itâs time for you to get some beauty sleep.â
You canât help but let out a tired giggle at his teasing tone, despite your worry for him, feeling the warmth of his affection even through the phone. âOh, so you think I need beauty sleep, huh?â you reply, a mischievous twinkle in your voice.
Simon chuckles softly. âWell, only because youâre already the most beautiful person I know, and I want you to wake up even more radiant tomorrow.â
âFlattery will get you everywhere, lieutenant Riley,â you say, a playful lilt in your voice and he chuckles softly at your remark. âCan you stay on the line until I fall asleep?â you ask softly, a gentle plea in your voice.
âOf course, love,â Simon replies, his words full of unwavering devotion. âIâll stay with you as long as you need me.âÂ
A sense of comfort washes over you, knowing that even when miles apart, Simon is there for you. The ache in your heart is still there, but itâs overshadowed by the knowledge that Simon is safe, for now. Â
Closing your eyes, you listen to the steady sound of his breathing, a reminder of his presence and the love that binds you together. In this moment, sleep comes easier, your worries momentarily eased by the knowledge that you are not alone.
As you drift off into dreams, you hold onto the promise that soon you will be reunited, and the ache in your heart will be replaced with the joy of being in Simonâs arms once again.
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Taking care of Coryo afte the bombing. He's being stubborn and doesn't want to rest and maybe says something hurtful to reader?
I started over three times...I hope you like it
Warnings: mention on bombing and deaths
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You were sitting by his side when Coriolanusâ eyes slowly opened, stirring from his deep sleep. He shifted in the bed and made a sound of discomfort, his shoulder throbbing.Â
ââEasy, youâre gonna hurt yourself,ââ you said, helping him off his stomach and into a more comfortable position.Â
The scene had been horrifying to watch on the screen of the academy. No one knew exactly what had happened as the area wasnât a very secured place. The screen had turned black after catching some of the explosions, leaving everyone in the auditorium worried for their fellow classmates â and tributes.
You brushed a hand through his hair, looking down at him. ââHow are you feeling?ââÂ
Coryoâs eyes met your concerned gaze. ââLucy Gray, is she..?ââ he asked, a fog enveloping his mind.Â
ââShe is okay,ââ you reassured him. ââThey took all the remaining tributes back at the Capitol zoo.ââÂ
ââIâm guessing theyâre still going with the games.ââÂ
You nodded. ââDo you remember what happened in the arena?ââÂ
Coriolanus winced, trying to piece together the fragments of his memory. ââItâs all a blur,ââ he admitted, his brow furrowing. ââExplosions, fire andâŚpeople were running and more bombs going off. Lucy Gray and I got knocked down when the first bomb exploded. I tried to get back up, but a piece of the arenaâs structure fell on me. She came back for me.ââ
You gave a sympathetic smile, continuing to run your fingers through his disheveled hair. You had been so worried when Tigris told you a piece of the structure had fallen on her cousin during the bombing. ââThey were old bombs some rebels must have placed between the end of the last games and now. The area is not well secure, so they could have gotten in at night.ââ
Tigris returned shortly with Sejanus behind her. He was bringing information on the tributes and mentors' conditions. Coriolanus nodded as his friend spoke, absorbing the information while you held his hand, stroking the back with your thumb. Four tributes and two mentors had died.Â
ââWherever Marcus is right now, he has more chances at survival than in the arena,ââ Sejanus said, still cursing his father for buying his old friend as tribute. It was sick.Â
Coriolanus sighed, the weight of the games and the Plinth prize still on his shoulders. Â
ââYou should rest,ââ you said to Coryo after Sejanus left.Â
ââI donât have time to rest. The games are tomorrow. I need to think of a strategy so I can make my tribute winâââ He tried to sit up, his face twisting with pain. ââFuck.ââÂ
ââYou donât care about the girl! I know youâre doing this for the Plinth prize, but no amount of money is worth risking your health for. You need to rest, Coryo.ââÂ
A bitter retort escaped his lips. ââSays the one whoâs family is bathing in money.ââ He stood, seeking support from the wall as his head began to spin from the concussion. ââIf I donât win this money, everyone will know about the Snow familyâs downfall. There was an eviction notice on our door last week. Tigris tried to hide it from me, but I saw it. We can barely afford food, how are we gonna pay rent? I need to go to university. I have to support my family. Without the Plinth prize, none of this can happen.ââÂ
His state of panic made his head hurt from the heavy thinking. Coriolanus groaned, the pain intensifying, and released the wall to cradle his head in his hands, causing him to lose balance. Instinctively, you moved swiftly, grabbing him before he could fall, and guided him back on the bed.Â
ââI may not know what itâs like to struggle financially, but don't hold it against me for being born into my family,ââ you said, not allowing him to make you feel bad for your social class. He couldnât take his frustrations out on you. ââI donât prance around my familyâs money like our classmates do, or look down on the less fortunate. If you want to secure this prize, you need to lie back and rest. You canât make your tribute win if you canât even stand on your feet.ââÂ
One thing you had learned these past years was that Coriolanus was the most stubborn person you knew. His determination could never be underestimated, a trait that often bordered on obstinacy. It was a crucial part of what made him who he was. Fortunately, you were one of the only people who knew how to reason with him and talk him down when he was being unreasonable. It wasn't always an easy feat, considering his unyielding nature, but you had honed the skill of navigating through his stubbornness.
He let out a sigh of defeat, knowing you were right. ââWhat am I gonna do?ââ Fear and desperation laced his voice, pulling at your heartstrings.Â
You sat beside him and gently placed your hands on his face. ââWeâll figure something out,ââ you promised, letting him know he wasnât alone. ââFor now, youâre gonna lie back in bed while I find you something to eat. I can hear your stomach screaming.ââ
Coryo managed a faint smile, appreciating your concern. ââItâs not that loud...ââÂ
You gave him a look as his stomach betrayed him with a loud noise. ââIâll be right back.ââ
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Announcement -W2S
words: 0.6k+
warnings: pregnancy.
summary: you and Harry announce your exiting news to the sidemen in an interesting way.
notes: hello my babies! I havenât done a dad!bog fic in forever and this brought back all my baby feverđĽš. Hereâs the request. Enjoy!!đ§¸đđŤśđź
Today me and Harry are announcing our pregnancy to the boys. We've been keeping it our little secret for just over four months and it has been difficult but we've loved it. I'm not an official member of the sidemen but I'm always in their videos so morning sickness and the crazy hormones have been hard to hide, along with the fact I now have a bump. I haven't worn anything tight fitting in weeks. We wanted to do something funny and casual with the boys so when we found out that they were filming a photo roulette for more sidemen we knew that was our chance.
"You nervous?" I asked Harry as we drove. "Not really, I'm just excited to finally tell everyone." He replied with a smile. We told our families a few days ago and they were all ecstatic. "I feel the same. Also we're gonna need to tell Faith ASAP because we both know Ethan can't keep any secrets from her." Harry chuckled, knowing I was definitely right.
When we arrived outside of the building and Harry parked we made our way upstairs. "Hey! Feeling better?" Tobi asked as we walked into the studio. Last week I had to leave a side plus shoot early because I started to feel nauseous. The boys were concerned but Harry reassured them that I was fine, since he knew that it was just because I'm pregnant. "Yeah." I smiled with a light nod of my head.
Once we sat down to film we began with a few other videos then finally after around two hours it was time. "Hello and welcome to 'sidemen photo roulette', with y/n!" Simon announced to the camera. "Everyone has sent in a random amount of pictures from their camera rolls and you'll all have to guess who sent it in." He explained. Simon was going to be able to see the pictures so I was just hoping he would stay silent.
We got started and we saw some really funny and random photos. As the game went on my hands were fidgeting as I anticipated what was going to happen. "Ok and the final pic." The picture me and Harry had taken of our dog with the baby's first ultrasound in his mouth popped up on the tv. The room went silent. "Is that? Oh my god!" Ethan jumped from his seat, looking straight at me and Harry. Everyone quickly began to catch on and cheers filled the room.
Once everyone said congratulations we sat back down. "How many months are you?" JJ asked. "Five." I replied. "Twenty weeks?!" Vik exclaimed. Harry chuckled. "Uh yeah. We kept putting off telling everyone. Before last week only me and y/n knew." He explained. "So you-" Ethan pointed down to my stomach, which was covered by one of Harry's oversized hoodies. I nodded then slowly lifted it over my bump. All six of their eyes flickered from my stomach, to me and then to Harry. "So the other week you-" Tobi began. "I smelt something weird and it made me feel nauseous." I laughed.
Later that night I sat between Harry's legs, my back leaning on his chest. He ran his fingers over my bump as we sat in a comfortable silence. "I think they were a bit shocked that we waited so long to tell everyone." I whispered. Harry smiled, even though I couldn't see him. "I like that we kept it a secret. But it feels good to be able to talk to people about it, since it's like the biggest and best thing that's ever happened to me." He replied quietly. I hummed as my hands traveled to land on top of his. "Want me to run you a warm bath?" He asked. "Only if you join me." I smiled. "I was already planning on it."
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Stay With Me
pairing: spencer reid x reader
summary:  "youâve been shot countless times, huh?â âthat sounded a bit more reassuring in my head.â
genre: angst & fluff
word count: 1.1k
author's notes: almost a year of no writing, but i'm finally home (i posted a new fic)! it's been one hectic year for me. uni was crazy & i started my clinical rotations. plus, i did my thesis & it even got a distinction mark so i'll be presenting it at a research congress pretty soon (yay!). with that, i'm really sorry for ghosting ao3 & tumblr. i couldn't find the time to insert it in between uni & breaking down lol. anyway, i'll be posting a lot more while i'm on break. i hope you'll enjoy reading my first fic after a year of zzz. have fun!
YOU CAN HEAR SIRENS AND PEOPLE SHOUTING.
They say when you are knocking on deathâs door, hearing is the last of your senses you will lose. If youâre dying, you donât know it. Nothing makes sense at the moment. Itâs all just blurry hues of blues and reds and shoutingâStay with meâthe smell of something metallic. The only thing youâre sure of right now is that your head hurts and it seemed like a van ran right through you with how achy your body feels right now.Â
Whoâs  that? You mused. Why are they yelling at me? Iâm  right here. You turned your head slightly and tried to open your eyes.
Itâs quite the task.
âT-Thatâs it,â The person, whom you think was yelling at you, said. âStay with me, Y/N. Donât close your eyes.â
You groaned and gripped the person's hand tightly as if to stand up, but you couldn't. Everything ached. And the person holding you, just kept on talking, their voice a low murmur at first. But even through the haze of pain, it was starting to sound familiar. You recognized that dulcet tone, the rich, smooth sound that could captivate your attention with random facts or lull you to sleep with equal ease.
The voice, you realized with a flicker of a smile, belonged to Spencer, its familiar cadence a warm current cutting through the blossoming pain.
âReid?â You croaked.
Your throatâs dryer than any other desert in existence right now. And you sound worse than you lookâyou thinkâyou donât know for sure, except the fact that you canât move much.
âItâs me,â Spencer chuckled while sniffling. âIâm right here.â
âWhatâs going on?â
Even through the haze of pain, a new wave of discomfort bloomed in your shoulder, sharp and insistent. Before you could react and get up, Spencer's hand tightened on yours, his voice laced with a tremor you'd never heard before. "Don't move, Y/N. You've been shot."
He applied pressure on your woundâwhich you just noticed. The pain hit you in a delayed wave, a white-hot stab that stole your breath. You hissed a weak sound that did little to mask the spike in your heart rate.Â
"Stop moving or you're gonna bleed out even more!" Spencer's voice, usually so calm and collected, was laced with a raw panic you'd never heard before.
"Easy there, tiger," you tried to joke, your voice raspy. "I've been through worse. Iâve been shot countless times. W-why are you so worried?"
The question came out in a shaky whisper, the concern evident in his voice a stark contrast to the usual intellectual debates you shared.
Spencer's grip tightened, momentarily cutting off your circulation. "Because you could have died, Y/N!" he snapped, his voice cracking with a choked sob. "You⌠you wereâŚ"
He trailed off, unable to put into words the terrifying image that had flashed before him when he saw you collapse, after hearing the sound of a bullet whizzing by and hitting you.
The sight of your vulnerability stripped away his usual composure, leaving a raw fear he couldn't conceal. It took him a moment to regain his composure, his voice softening as he continued, "You shouldn't be so glib about this. It was a nasty shot, close to a major artery."
Despite the pain, a warmth bloomed in your chest. You'd never seen Spencer like this, so shaken and afraid.
"Okay," you murmured, forcing a weak snicker. âIâm sorry. For what itâs worth, at least I got you to patch me up, right, Dr.Reid?"
A ghost of a smile glinted across his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Hold still," he mumbled, amused but also bothered at your dreadful timing for jokes. He applied pressure more gently this time. "Youâve been shot countless times, huh?â
âThat sounded a bit more reassuring in my headâ You quipped.Â
A bit lightheaded from the pain, you clutched Spencerâs hand. The shriek of approaching sirens and the glare of headlights cut through the haze. You struggled to focus on the lifeline thrown in a storm of confusion.
"They're here," Spencer said, his voice tight. A sheen of sweat beaded on his forehead, a stark contrast to his usual cool composure.
"About time,"Â you rasped, trying to lighten the mood. The effort cost you a fresh wave of dizziness, the world tilting slightly on its axis.
To which, Spencer shot you a look that was half-annoyed, half-worried. "Don't try to be a hero. You're losing a lot of blood. Any movement can dislodge the clot forming in your wound, renewing the bleeding. So, stop moving!"
"Just keeping things interesting," you mumbled, the words slurring slightly. âWouldnât want my last moments here on earth to be so grimâŚâ
Spencer's jaw clenched for a moment, then he sighed, the sound heavy with relief. "You always were a pain," He muttered, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Youâre  going to be okay, he thought.
The sirens reached a fever pitch, pulling up right beside you. A flurry of activity erupted as paramedics swarmed, the rest of the team trying to make sure you were tended to and that you were going to be okay, their movements a bit panicked but practiced, and efficient. Relief washed over you, a sweet wave that threatened to pull you under.Â
"Hold on, Y/N," Spencer said, his voice desperate despite the composure of his words. He kept his hand pressed firmly on your wound, his touch a grounding anchor in the chaos. âHelp is here. Everyoneâs here. JustâŚÂ stay with me, okay?"
"Going somewhere,"Â you slurred, your eyelids drooping.
"No, you're not," he said fiercely, his voice barely a whisper above the shouts of the paramedics. "You're coming with us."
You coughed a sharp rasp that sent a jolt of pain through your shoulder. "Stats say shoulder wounds aren't usually fatal," you wheezed, trying to distract yourself from the ache.
Spencer's hand stilled for a moment, looking at you like youâve grown a second head. "What?"
"Yeah," you continued, your voice weak but persistent. "L-look, I get it, you're scared. But statistically, shoulder wounds aren't as serious..." Your voice trailed off as a wave of nausea washed over you.
"Maybe you shouldn't be reciting medical statistics right now," Spencer said sharply, his voice laced with a hint of panic.
âS-shouldnât that be my line, boy genius?â You continued to joke, as the world dissolved into a scramble of flashing lights and blurry faces.
The last thing you registered was the feel of Spencer's hand tightening around yours, his touch a silent promise that resonated louder than any siren.
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Invisible | Part Four
Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Angst
A tense silence hung in the air after your exit. Steve shot Bucky a sharp look, muttering under his breath, âWhat the hell, man?â
Bucky shifted uncomfortably, trying to play it off with a shrug. âI was just joking around,â he muttered, a defensive edge creeping into his voice as he took another swig of his drink.
âJoking?â Natashaâs voice was laced with disbelief as she glared at him, not letting it slide. âThat wasnât joking; that was cruel.â She pushed at his shoulder, forcing him to scoot over as she slid out of the booth, clearly fed up with him. Without another word, she walked off in your direction, leaving Bucky with a mixture of confusion and something that almost looked like regret.
Kate looked at him, her brows furrowing. âWhat was that about?â she asked gently, her hand resting on his arm, her gaze both puzzled and a little disappointed.
Bucky opened his mouth, as if trying to explain, but nothing came out. He just watched Natasha head toward the bathroom, a strange knot forming in his stomach as he began to process what heâd saidâand how it landed, but he couldn't have meant it like that right? It was you, why would he intentionally try to hurt you?
âNot tool Buck, not coolâ Sam shook his head in disapproval.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, you were struggling to keep it together. The tears youâd been fighting so hard to hold back finally slipped free, and you swiped at them quickly, determined to regain your composure. But the hurt lingered, twisting deeper the longer you replayed his words in your head.
The door creaked open, and Natasha stepped in, immediately spotting you by the sink. Her expression softened as she approached, her eyes filled with concern. She didnât waste any time, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a reassuring squeeze.
âHe was completely out of line,â she said, her voice warm and comforting. âYou didnât deserve that.â
You shook your head, giving a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob. âI donât get it, Nat,â you whispered, the words tumbling out as you fought to keep your voice steady. âI donât get him. Why would he say something like that?â
Natasha rubbed your shoulder, giving you a small, knowing smile. âBecause heâs a stupid boy who doesnât realize whatâs right in front of him,â she said, her voice firm and confident. âAnd sometimes, people say things to hurt the ones they care about without even realizing why.â
You looked at her, a glimmer of hope trying to break through the sadness. âDo you think⌠he even cares?â
Natasha tilted her head, considering her words carefully. âI think he cares a lot more than he wants to admit. But you canât wait around for him to get his act together, babe. You deserve someone whoâll see you for who you are without needing a wake-up call.â
Natashaâs hand gripped your shoulder gently, grounding you as she leaned against the bathroom counter. âScrew him,â she muttered, her tone fierce with loyalty. âHe doesnât deserve you. Youâre gonna love Dean.â With a mischievous smile, she pulled out her phone, tapping through her photos until she landed on one. She tilted it toward you, her grin widening.
âHere he is,â she said, showing you a picture of Dean. He had tousled dirty blonde hair, warm brown eyes, and a chiselled jawline that made him look straight out of a movie. The complete opposite of Bucky in every way, his gaze was soft but captivating. âIsnât he gorgeous?â
You managed a smile, though your heart still aches. âYeah⌠heâs cute.â
Natasha let out a playful scoff, giving you a nudge. âCute? Babe, heâs more than just cute. Look at that face!â
You chuckled, rolling your eyes as she nudged you again, her energy contagious. âAlright, alright, heâs definitely hot.â
âThatâs more like it.â She wiped away a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek, her thumb soft and gentle.
A hesitant smile broke through your sadness âSo⌠next Saturday, huh?â
âNext Saturday.â Natasha squeezed your hand, her eyes warm and encouraging. âYou ready to get back out there?â
You paused, taking a shaky breath. âNot really,â you admitted. âI think⌠I think Iâm just gonna head home for the night.â
She studied you for a moment, concern flickering in her eyes. âAre you sure?â
âYeah,â you replied softly, glancing down. âI just⌠I just wanna be back home.â
Natashaâs expression softened, and she reached out, pulling you into a tight hug. âI wish youâd stay,â she murmured, her voice low and full of understanding. âBut I get it.â
You wrapped your arms around her, grateful for her support. âThanks, Nat. For everything⌠tell them goodbye for me?â
âAnytime,â she whispered, squeezing you one last time before she pulled back, her hand resting on your shoulder. She gave you a reassuring smile, and you felt a little bit of your resolve strengthen.
As she turned and headed back toward the table, you took a deep breath, straightening yourself. With your gaze fixed firmly ahead, you walked towards the exit, grateful that it was on the opposite side of the bar from their booth. You didnât look back. The noise of the bar faded behind you, and as you stepped out into the quiet night, a weight lifted ever so slightly from your chest. It wasnât much, but it was a start.
The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, bringing a little clarity and calm to the storm swirling inside. You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling the ache still lodged in your chest but grateful to be away from the buzz of the bar, from Buckyâs laugh blending with Kateâs. Youâd held your own in there, but now, in the stillness, the reality settled heavier on your heart.
Youâd been holding onto the hope for so long, convincing yourself that maybe, one day, Bucky would finally see you as more than his best friend, his roommate. But tonight had shattered that illusion in a way you couldnât ignore. The way heâd looked at Kate â so open, so warm â that had been all youâd ever wanted from him. And watching him give it so freely to herâŚ
You took a deep breath, letting it go, but it came out shakier than youâd hoped. Standing on the edge of the sidewalk, you let yourself feel the sting fully, knowing it was time to start letting go. Natasha was right. Maybe Dean could be a fresh start, a way to move forward. You thought back to that photo on her phone and found yourself smiling, just a little.
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Natasha came back to the table, her gaze steely, but before she could say anything, she looked around, noticing Kateâs absence. âWhereâd Kate go?â she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Wanda answered for Bucky, who was still staring down at his drink, sulking. âShe had to take a work call,â Wanda said, glancing between Natasha and Bucky with a bit of a frown.
Natasha nodded, then took her seat, her expression hardening as her eyes locked onto Bucky.
Natasha slid back into the booth, her expression colder than Bucky had ever seen. Steveâs gaze snapped to her immediately. âWhereâs Y/N?â he asked, voice edged with concern.
âShe left,â Natasha replied, a clipped edge to her words. She barely spared Bucky a glance, instead meeting Steveâs gaze, giving him a silent nod.
Steveâs face dropped. âWithout saying goodbye?â His question was softer this time, almost to himself, as he began to slide out of the booth. He tossed a quick look to Natasha, who shifted over to take his spot, freeing him up to stand.
Steve grabbed his coat from the back of the chair, and Sam raised an eyebrow. âWhere are you going, man?â
âIâll be right back,â Steve said shortly, already turning toward the exit, his footsteps determined as he headed for the door. He didnât spare Bucky a second glance.
The silence left behind was tense. Natasha fixed her gaze on Bucky from across the table, her expression steely, almost disappointed. âI hope youâre happy with yourself,â she said, her voice quiet but cutting.
Bucky finally looked up, his jaw clenched, and he let out a rough sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. âWhy the hell would I be happy with myself after that?â His voice was low, frustration simmering beneath the words. He avoided her gaze, instead staring down at his half-empty glass.
Natasha crossed her arms, her stare unyielding. âI believe you know exactly what youâre doing, Bucky. And you know it hurts her.â
His head shot up, his eyes flashing, scoffing âWhat exactly am I doing Nat? What do you think I should do? Just pretend none of this bothers me?â
Natasha held his gaze, not backing down an inch. âNo, Bucky, I think you need to decide what you actually want. Because this back-and-forth, hot-and-cold thing youâre doing? Itâs cruel. You canât keep lashing out at her just because youâre confused or jealous or whatever it is.â
Bucky clenched his fists, his frustration spilling over. âYou think I want to hurt her? I didnât mean for it to come out like that. I justâŚâ He trailed off, his jaw tightening as he struggled to find the right words. âI just didnât expect her to⌠toâŚ.I dont knowâ His lip wobbled, eyes blurring before he chugged back the rest of his whiskey
Natashaâs eyes softened, but only slightly. âSo thatâs what this is about? You donât want her, but you canât stand the thought of her being with someone else?â
Bucky opened his mouth, then shut it, his expression twisted with frustration and something elseâguilt, maybe, or regret. âI never said I didnât want her,â he muttered, voice barely audible.
Natasha let out a sharp breath, her expression softening, though her disappointment was still clear. âThen maybe you should stop playing games and actually tell her how you feel. But donât expect her to wait around forever while you figure it out, it's been years Barnesâ
Bucky fell silent, his gaze drifting to the empty seat youâd left behind. He could still feel the sting of his own words, the hurt theyâd caused you, lingering like a bruise.
âLook, Buck,â Natasha said, her tone gentler now, âyou have a choice here. You can keep doing thisâkeep hurting her, and yourselfâor you can take a risk and be honest. But you canât keep stringing her along. Itâs not fair.â
Bucky swallowed hard, staring down at the table. âI didnât mean for it to go this way,â he admitted quietly. âI thought⌠I donât know what I thought. I just didnât expect it to hurt so much.â
Natashaâs expression softened further, her voice turning almost sympathetic. âLove is messy, Buck. But if youâre not willing to be vulnerable, youâre just going to keep hurting each other. Think about what you really want, before itâs too late.â
She let her words sink in, then glanced away, as if giving him a moment to process. Bucky stayed quiet, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass, his mind racing, torn between fear and hope, knowing heâd have to face the consequences of his choicesâone way or another.
Bucky nodded, barely. He stared down at his glass, the noise of the bar fading into the background as Natashaâs words echoed in his mind.
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The sound of footsteps on gravel pulled you from your thoughts just outside the bar. You looked up, expecting maybe a stranger passing by, but instead, there was Steve, hands in his pockets, watching you with that familiar, steady gaze of his.
âI thought Iâd find you out here,â he said, voice soft. âYou didnât say goodbye.â
You shrugged, forcing a small smile. âDidnât feel like there was much to say.â
Steve took a step closer, his brows furrowing as he studied you, picking up on the hurt youâd tried so hard to hide. âNat filled me in,â he said gently, taking off his coat to place it on your shoulders. âHe really doesnât know what heâs missing, you know.â
The words hit you harder than youâd expected, and you felt the corners of your mouth waver. âItâs fine. I think I needed to see it⌠to know, really.â
He sighed, a sympathetic look crossing his face. âMaybe. But you deserve better than the way he acted back there.â
You smiled, but it didnât quite reach your eyes. âGuess itâs time I started looking for it, then.â
Steveâs face softened, and he extended an arm, pulling you in for a warm, steady hug. You let yourself sink into the comfort he offered, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your back as he muttered, âGood for you.â
As you pulled back, you felt a little lighter, the hurt still there but somehow dulled by the kindness of a friend who truly saw you. âThanks, StevieâŚfor always being here.â
He smiled, giving you a gentle nudge. âYouâll be alright. Youâre stronger than you know, you want me to walk you home?â
You smiled, of course he would offer Steve always was and always will be a gentleman âNo im okay, i can make it just down the street, plus i got the warmth nowâ You laughed gesturing to his coat he gave you.
You could see the internal battle in his eyes of actually letting you walk home by yourself, you reached out placing your hand on his shoulder âIll be fine okay?â
He sighed âJust text me as soon as you get home okay?â
âOf courseâ
âAnd i know how long it takes for you to get home from here, so i expect a text in no less than 7 minutes, got it?â His voice was stern
You saluted him âYes sirâ You shared a quiet look before he slipped back into the bar, leaving you with one last, reassuring smile. Taking a deep breath, you turned and started toward home, the streetlights casting soft glows on the sidewalk as you walked.
Tonight had broken something in you, but as you left, a strange sense of hope started to take its place. Maybe you really could let go. And next Saturday, maybe youâd start seeing yourself through someone elseâs eyes â not as someoneâs best friend, but as someone worth more than waiting and wishing.
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cigarette duet
poly!stray kids x ninth member!reader
genre: angst, fluff at the end
content warnings: smoking, mentions of rehab, mentions of recovery
word count: 3k
summary: you get hounded by your boyfriends after they catch you smoking. how will they react when you disappear and go off the radar?
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It has been a while since I've written! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get around to the requests for this event but I'm getting back into the swing of things! Hope you enjoy! Please don't take offense to any opinions presented in this imagine. Enjoy! And if you want to be tagged in anything I write please lemme know! <3
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Perhaps you had smoked one too many cigarettes last night. Waking up the next morning after battling your stresses with the addictive feed of nicotine, your throat felt dry, hoarse, scratchy even.
"Baby, are you sure you're not sick?" Felix fussed, placing his hand delicately on your forehead to gain an idea of your temperature. "I mean, you don't feel hot, but maybe you're coming down with something?"
"I'm fine, love, just need some water," you kiss his hand that was pulling away from your face, offering a reassuring smile after clearing your throat.
And in your mind, that was enough. You didn't notice the little things that your boyfriends did however.
"Binnie, what are you doing? You look like a perv haha," Hyunjin giggled at the sight of Changbin rummaging through the laundry basket and sniffing your hoodie.
"Ssshhh, keep it down. And plus, it's not being pervy, people in relationships do it all the time. It's comforting smelling each other's clothing," Changbin righteously pointed out to his boyfriend, puffing his chest before adding, "well, normally it is..." he sighed.
"Woah that's mean, you can't say our girlfriend smells," Hyunjin pushed Changbin's shoulder, laughing again but with wide eyes this time round.
"No, no, you've got the wrong idea anyways. I think... I think Y/N's been smoking. I can smell it on her hoodie," Changbin sighed, tossing the white hoodie of yours back into the washing basket that was full to the brim. He was about to continue his spiel of conspiracies until he jumped when your arms wrapped around behind him.
"Aw, babe, are you doing the washing? Thank god for that, I was worried it would never get done," you squeezed him tightly once more before kissing him on the cheek and continuing your venture into the kitchen, Felix trailing behind you.
"I think she's getting sick, I'm gonna see if we have any meds in the cupboard, or some throat sweets at least," Felix pouted as he walked past his two boyfriends, Hyunjin ruffling his hair on the way.
Changbin threw a meaningful look at Hyunjin, alarms going off in his head because it only added more fuel to the blazing fire of thoughts in his head.
"Look, we don't know that she is smoking for sure. Maybe she's just been around some friends that are?" Hyunjin whispers hurriedly, yet this caught Seungmin's attention, and his ears too.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Seungmin casually stood between the two, grabbing laundry detergent and capsules from the cupboard to act natural yet because practical at the same time.
"I'll explain later, to all of you. I'm just a bit concerned," Changbin sighed, rubbing his hand across his face before actually making a start on the chore at hand.
It was an escape for you, much like it was for other people who smoked cigarettes. And plus, you hadn't been doing it for long. You thought what could the harm be when you didn't do it a lot? Plus, it was handy that none of your boyfriends batted an eyelid in the studio when you said you wanted to go outside for some air. In fact, it gave the opportunity for Changbin to lay out his thoughts to the rest of your boyfriends who hadn't yet heard his observations.
"Y/N... I don't think she'd do that, I can't picture it," Jeongin shook his head, shaking his hands in confusion because the picture being painted in front of them seemed very unlikely and it wasn't a nice one to think of.
"And she knows it's too risky. First of all we're idols. I hate to say it but we have to think about that first in situations like these. Even when we're drinking we've got to be careful. If you're right about this, Binnie, then..." Chan groaned, leaning back into his seat with a huff.
"But she did just go out 'for some air'," Han added on, brows furrowed as he thought what Changbin was saying was quite plausible.
"Ok. We'll go check then," Minho shrugged as he stood.
"What?" Felix too stood up.
"We can't sit here and keep worrying. Let's go check and see for ourselves. If we're wrong... And I hope we are... Then it's fine," Minho grabbed his phone and shoved it into his pocket, scanning around the room for his boyfriends' reactions.
"And if we're not wrong, then what?" Hyunjin voiced his concerns.
"Let's just hope we're not," Chan was first to walk out the door, the rest of Stray Kids following along after him like ducklings and their mother. Apart from this time it wasn't the cute, adorable scene you'd hope for, especially because they could smell the smoke and see your lax figure as soon as they rounded the corner to the back of the building.
"No. Y/N you've got to be kidding me!" Chan snatched the cigarette out of your hand and immediately stomped it out.
"Chan I-" you fumbled on your words, eyes wide as you had all eight of your lovers stood in front of you. And the way they looked at you made you stomach twist into knots you were sure you'd never felt.
Disappointment. Anger. Concern. Indifference.
"Let's talk about this inside," Changbin wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he spoke quietly to you.
Your heart was racing faster. They were going to think the worst. But you had a way out of this. It wasn't even that bad. Sure, over the past month maybe you'd have been spending more money on packs of cigarettes, yet on the inside you felt as if there were worse things you could be doing to yourself.
"Sit," Minho bluntly said, face unreadable, tone void of emotion.
And so you did.
"We'll just have a conversation about this, nice and calm, ok?" Felix nudged Chan in particular with his leg.
It seemed however that it wasn't a conversation, but more of an intervention. A heated one, at that.
"I can't be nice and calm, Lix! Our girlfriend is destroying her body, and for what?" Chan's voice rose ever so slightly, hands squeezing the arms of the chair he was tensely sat in.
"It's just a cigarette," you feebly replied. That backbone of yours was slowly wearing away the more and more anger you felt radiating off of your partners.
"Don't be ridiculous," Seungmin scoffed, "think of the damage it's doing. Think about your career."
"It's more than just the odd cigarette, right?" Changbin prodded, wanting answers to the millions of questions he had. After all, he was the first one to notice how you gradually stopped voicing your concerns to him but still sometimes had the habits that showed your anxiety.
"Well, yes, but-" you began but were cut off.
"No buts. That's... It's, you're hurting yourself, hurting your lungs. Why are you doing this, baby?" Jeongin took your hand in his, concern not the only thing glistening in his eyes, which broke your heart.
"It's just a nice distraction, that's all. It won't go on forever, I'll just stop when I want to," you shrug your shoulders, squeezing his hand to show you meant what you said.
"It's not that easy. Nicotine. It's addictive. You think you can just stop like that?" Hyunjin frowned, shaking his head.
"I know I can," you firmly said, urging them with your voice to trust you.
"I don't know what planet you're living on," Chan shook his head.
"Channie..." Felix bit his lip, feeling torn. On one hand he didn't want your boyfriend to be so tough with you, but he also disagreed with the choices you made, the ones you were making.
"No I'm sorry but Y/N, babe, you've made one of the stupidest choices you could make! Seungminnie is right, Jeongin too. It's damaging for your body, let alone your career. You keep this up, you're not going to be able to sing as well as before. And then it'll get to the point where you can't breathe as well anymore," Chan ranted, fiddling with the bracelets adorning his wrist as he didn't take his eyes away from yours, not once.
"I just told you it's not going to go that far!" your face contorted to one of disbelief.
"That's out of your control," Minho sternly redirected your attention to him.
"Wow. It's like you don't even trust me. I'm not some kid. I can make my own decisions. So what if I'm doing this for a little bit of stress relief? For a bit of fun. It helps me," your voice almost turns to pleading, wanting them to hear you out, hear your reasoning.
"It hurts you, baby. And when it hurts you, it hurts us as well," Han bit his lip after shakily speaking up. He didn't like this situation, not one bit.
"I'm not doing it to hurt you. I'd never do that," your voice wobbled, throat feeling as if it was closing up from the sob that was lodged down there.
"Too late. I mean just look," Chan emptied your handbag, empty packets of cigarettes and some not, falling out onto the floor of the studio.
"Y/N, that's a lot," Hyunjin gasped, clutching a hand on his chest.
"It's not. It's not that bad..." you denied as you knelt on the floor and tidied up the mess.
"You're in complete denial," Seungmin rolled his eyes.
"I'm not! I'm well aware of my actions thank you very much!" you shouted suddenly, causing everyone to freeze at the volume you had just reached.
The guilt set in. It was never meant to go this far. It was just meant to be for stress relief. Something to distract you from the aches and pains, physical and mental. It wasn't long until you'd be performing a special fanmeeting and relearning old choreographies and a cover had you feeling like you were being worked down to the bone. Even iconic dances like God's Menu were hard to remember, and you felt like you had no chance. No choice. It was like it fell into your lap so easily.
The first time you had stood outside to catch some air, it was for that genuine reason. And you weren't alone. You didn't know if the person worked at your company, if you knew them, whatever. But their hand offering you something that could bring you temporary bliss was a solution you were grateful for. Only now, you were seeing that it was short term.
"You need help. Seriously..." Chan spat, grabbing his backpack and storming out of the studio.
"Find a way to end this, Y/Nnie," Felix mumbled, stroking your hair gently before following Chan out with a rush.
"You're all just going to go?" your voice cracked. Were they leaving you now?
"We just need some time," Changbin sighed. And then he was gone too.
"You're leaving me?" you sniffled, standing up to face your boyfriends that were still in the room.
"Not like that, baby. We're just giving you time to think about how you can stop this, ok?" Han stroked your face as he made sure you knew this wasn't the end. And then he left too, Minho, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin leaving too.
All alone. Perhaps it was what you deserved. You relied on the cigarettes more than your boyfriends. And they were all you had left for the moment. That was when it sank in. You had to make a change. You had to stop this habit form taking over your life, from pushing away the people you love most, and from taking your life away.
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"She's sorting herself out at least... that's got to be commendable."
"I guess so. Let's just hope it doesn't get out that a JYP idol is at rehab for smoking."
"It won't. And she's doing well from what I've heard..."
This was the only time Han was grateful for the staff gossiping. Immediately, he felt calmer. Considering the boys had spent the last few days blowing up your phone and worrying where you went, it was an oddly relieving feeling hearing you were at rehab. They had tried asking JYP himself, asking the manager of the company where you were but all they said was that you were safe.
"I know where she is!" Han bursted through the apartment door, slamming it shut behind him as he panted out of breath.
"Woah, woah, ok, deep breaths, let's sit down," Chan, with the darkest circles around his eyes yet, gently sat Han down on the sofa. He felt awful. He thought he had driven you away from them all. From the group. From the relationship. And that had been eating him up inside. It was a wonder he could act so calm with the news of you going into rehab.
"Rehab? For smoking? I didn't even know that was a thing," Seungmin hummed in thought, his arms crossed.
"I didn't either, but I overheard the staff. They say she's doing well. It's a good thing, right?" Han's eyes stared through the souls of everyone gathered in the lounge, begging for some sort of confirmation that things would get better.
"I mean, at least we're a bit more in the know then our own fans about why our girlfriend is on hiatus," Changbin brushed his fluffy, dark hair out of his eye.
"Can't we go and see her?" Felix wondered, lifting his head up from where it rested on Minho's shoulder.
"We shouldn't," Minho quietly sighed.
"Why not?" Jeongin quickly turned to him, mouth parted in shock that he didn't want to see Y/N.
"No, he's right. She's gone there for a reason. To get better. It's what we all said to her, isn't it? We'll see her soon. And when we do... It'll all be better," Chan helped everyone see sense. He was right. You had listened to them. You went and got help and were solving the problem. If they suddenly ambushed you and got in the way of that... You'd be back to square one.
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Today was the day, you were finally going back to the boys. You spent a good 3 weeks at rehab, and had been advised on some good coping mechanisms to take your mind off of smoking and how to create some healthier habits. You had shown good progress and it was deemed acceptable for you to leave and spend time back with your loved ones. And you couldn't lie, you were incredibly nervous. You had dropped a text without reading the spam that littered the groupchat, notifying your boyfriends what time you'd be returning, but after that you once again did not read anything else that was sent.
"Oh my baby, I've missed you so much," Han was the first one at the door, pressing kisses all over your face as he took you into his arms, holding you lightly.
"I've missed you too," you cried immediately, despite the weight off your shoulders.
"You're good now, right, darling?" Seungmin softly tugged you away from Han, both of his hands cupping your face whilst his thumbs wiped away your tears.
"I'm better," you nod through tears, Seungmin pressing a kiss to your head and giving space for your other boyfriends to soothe you and reunite with you. It had only been three weeks, yes, but 21 days had never felt so long.
"I'm proud of you, come here," Changbin scooped you into his arms and lifted you slightly, making you giggle before your feet touched the ground once more.
"Thank you... I'm sorry. I didn't realise what I had done... How far it went, you know?" you began, looking down at the floor as Hyunjin came and wrapped his arms around you from behind, his long arms securing you to him.
"We're just happy to see you here, honey, healthier," he whispered into your ear soothingly.
"And please talk to us in future. We had time to think after that, moment, and we know you were doing it as an escape. But we're here for you," Jeongin pecked you on the lips, your heads pressed against each other for a moment before he too moved away.
"Always, we're always here," Felix reiterated what Jeongin preached, and kisses you as well, noses rubbing against each other as he moved away, a cute expression on his face.
"Come here," Minho opened his arms, and you reluctantly left Hyunjin's arms only to be happy again in the warmth of your other boyfriend's embrace.
"Thank you for waiting, all of you," you swayed with him in his hug, until you pulled away and it was only Chan left.
He stood a few metres away, back to you, shoulders shaking ever so slightly.
"Channie... babe," you sighed, tugging his hand to turn him and face you. His words had hurt you the most but it was also a huge wake up call. "Please, look at me, I'm not mad. I'm so grateful."
"I was too harsh with you," he bit his lip, hard, not wanting to let any tears escape.
"I needed it. Look at me now, I'm here, I'm better, and I've got habits I can stick to instead. Ones that won't hurt me. And they won't hurt you guys either," you looked up at him, one hand running through the hair at the nape of his neck and the other cupping his face.
"I'm so glad you're back... We were worried... Lost without you," Chan admitted, staring up at the ceiling before kissing you deeply, expressing all the emotions he had held back whilst you were gone.
"It's all good now. Plus, you should all be proud of me-"
"We are proud of you, baby," Jeongin cut you off stroking your hair.
"Well, be even prouder because I know how to bake an amazing carrot cake if I say so myself," you laughed, sharing a new skill that had occupied your stress and been taught whilst you were away.
"You can bake with me now! Oh my gosh! It's a miracle!" Felix cheered, tugging you into the kitchen as the other boys chuckled from behind you both.
"I didn't think you meant this very second!"
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hello!!!
I was wondering if you could do a dadzawa x student! Reader who starves themselves and says theyâre not hungry because they donât really feel hungry at all if you get what I mean(s3 ep42)
So basically they js head off to bed once they get to the camp instead of eating and stuff and heâs concerned for their well being and yeahh. Sorry Iâm not a really good explainer but Iâd really appreciate it if you do this request it would mean a lot to me considering I am a person who sometimes unintentionally starves themselves
Anyways I hope you have a good rest of your day/night, and thank you once again!!
I totally get this. Due to my middle school experience, I went from having breakfast at around 7:00-7:30 am with lunch at around 11:00 am to breakfast at 6:30 am an lunch at 1:00 pm. This was horrible for me because I would sit in class with my stomach growling before lunch. It made me develop horrible eating habits, so I get it. Anyways, onto the story.
Aizawa x Student Reader (Platonic): Eating Habits
You and your class had just walked out of the forest after having spent hours making your way to the campsite, dodging and fighting Pixie-Bobâs earth monsters
Despite all this, you still werenât hungry, you didnât plan on eating and were planning to just take a bath and go to sleep
When Aizawa told you guys to grab your bags off the bus and put them away before heading to dinner, you grabbed your bag with everyone else and headed inside
You went into your shared room and set your bag down in your spot. You began to unpack, rolling out your bedding, getting it all made up
As everyone left to go eat, you decided to clean up and take a shower to get rid of the dirt from the day
Aizawa has always been observant, so he definitely had noticed how you rarely went to lunch to eat, youâd either nap, play games, or do your own thing in the classroom
There had been times heâd seen you eating your homemade lunch in the classroom away from others, so he assumed that you had an issue with eating around other people
When he didnât see you eating among his other students, he assumed you were too shy to get food or perhaps too tired
So he went to find you and make sure you got food in you
When he found you and told you where the cafeteria was and to go eat, he was surprised and concerned to hear that you didnât plan on eating and planned instead to take a bath and go to bed
Aizawa wasnât so keen on this plan of yours
He asked you why, to which you replied that you werenât hungry. He told you that thatâs not good enough of a reason
He then gave you a lecture about how the body needs food especially with the training youâre going to be doing
He thinks that there may be more to this and hopes that the reader doesnât have some kind of eating disorder
He decides to go get the reader a small plate of food and bring it to them
Once he does, he tells them that he wants to see them eat whatâs on the plate and then heâll let them sleep after that
Aizawa isnât one to budge from this so you eat the food. Upon seeing you slightly struggle he decides to sit down and try to talk to you
As you talk to him, he asks if thereâs a reason why you have a hard time eating
You tell him youâre just not hungry
He asks if youâre bulimic or anorexic or have some kind of underlying issue that has caused this
Seeing where his thoughts were going you quickly and throughly reassured him that you just have a hard time eating when you arenât hungry
Throughout the camp, Aizawa makes sure to keep an eye on you and lets you take a break to eat whenever you do get hungry
He may be strict, but his number one priority is to make sure his students are taken care of
#mha x reader#bnha x reader#aizawa x reader#mha aizawa#aizawa shouta#shouta aizawa x reader#dadzawa#Aizawa x reader platonic
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Comfort
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie's surrounded by star athletes day in and day out - and you're not one of them. Sometimes you can't help but wonder why she chose you or if you fit in.
Warning: Smut. Language.
A/N: A bit of angst, but mostly comfort and reassurance. Written in response to this request.
âOkay, whoâs ready for a game of pick-up?â
Your stomach sank as you looked over your shoulder to see Morgan holding up a ball before dropping it and skillfully lobbying it over to Sam.
Excited chatter started up and people started to move towards the field. You remained rooted to the ground as they navigated around you.
You were at a park with Jessie and a bunch of her teammates for a Saturday afternoon BBQ. The day had been fun so far, you got along with her teammates well and youâd been having a good time. You shouldnât have been surprised that football would work its way into the day, regardless, you were hoping otherwise.
While everyone here was a star football player, most even Olympic medal athletes, you were justâŚwell, you.
Somehow, you found yourself as the lucky recipient of Jessieâs love and affection. And for the most part, things were amazing. Falling in love with Jessie was easy and she said the same with you, but still there were moments, like this one, where you really felt like you didnât fit in.
The girls were splitting themselves into teams and Janine waved you over.
âCome on. Itâs just for fun!â
You gave her a wave of thanks and shooed her off, and she eventually relented. Yeah - like you were going to go out there and end up keeled over after 5 minutes of half-ass running while they sprinted circles around you. Worst part being that wouldâve been them legitimately going easy on you.
âHere, split this with me.â
Your stomach fell further. Jessie. Your sweet Jessie. Who would never abandon you or make you feel left out.
âGo on, Jess,â you told her gently as you turned to face her, seeing her holding up a drink and two cups. You mustered up a smile and nodded to the field. âIâm okay, really.â
âI play football pretty much every day of my life. Iâll survive,â she laughed. âIâd much rather have a drink and conversation with you.â
âJessieâŚ,â you trailed off, some of the defeat bleeding into your voice.
âCome on, sit with me,â she encouraged as she set down the drinks and pulled together a couple of lawn chairs.
You offered her a tight smile and sat down. You should try to be graceful about it all.
âMy betâs on Morganâs team,â you told her, trying to rid your voice of the heaviness you felt. âLoser buys dinner next.�� Jessie gave you a dazzling smile.
âDeal.â
âââââ
âWhatâs on your mind? Youâve seemed a little off all afternoon.â
You sighed internally, disappointed in yourself for not better masking the funk you were in.
You nestled your head in a bit to Jessieâs shoulder as you laid in her bed together that evening.
âItâs nothing, really.â You answered and hoped Jessie would drop it. Her fingers idly grazed along the side of your arm, her head leaned against yours.
âOkay. But youâve seemed a bitâŚI donât know, yeah, just off, since the park,â she said. âDid I do something wrong?â
You lifted yourself up to look down at her with a concerned frown.
âNot at all. Youâre amazing. Seriously,â you went on before laying back down and wrapping an arm across her torso. You exhaled slowly. âMaybe a little too amazing.â
This obviously caught her attention. You felt her shift and angle herself to try to catch your eye. You pulled her back down onto the bed and though she relented, she asked, âWhat are you talking about?â
You huffed, more-so in irritation with yourself than anything. Eventually, you sat up, though your legs remained entwined with hers. You distractedly played with the hem of your pyjama shirt.
âI-â You faltered and rolled your eyes. She sat up with you and grasped your hand gently. âI guess Iâm just feeling a bit self-conscious.â You looked to her and she watched you quietly, giving you space to speak.
âI mean, I obviously knew going into this that youâre a title-winning, medal-winning, all-star athlete and Iâm clearly not, but,â you paused, taking a breath to swallow your doubts and forge on, âI guess I just felt very out of place today.â You watched as a subtle frown formed on her face.
âIn what sense?â She asked. âThe team loves you.â
âI know,â you relented, âbut donât you ever feel a bit embarrassed that Iâm the only one who's not an athlete? I'm, I don't know, average? You had to skip out on the game because of me. And if we ever do physical activities as I group I canât keep up. And I canât relate when youâre all talking about training and diets and all of that. I just donât live in your world. I donât want you to make accommodations for me or to hinder you in any way. I'm sure everyone expected you to date another athlete. Not even necessarily a football player, but anyone in that world.â
âBaby.â To your surprise Jessie was nearly smiling. âThatâs what this is about? Iâm so sorry that youâre feeling that way. Have you felt like this before?â
You looked away and shrugged. âNow and then. I try not to let myself get caught up in it.â
âBabe. I wish you wouldâve told me,â she said, somewhat chiding but with evident affection. âBut Iâm glad you told me now. Hey, look at me,â she instructed gently as she grabbed your other hand, now holding both. She went on once you reluctantly met her gaze.
âI donât need you to be an athlete. In fact, one of the things that drew me to you was how you arenât one. I donât care if you can run 2 minutes or 120. What I care about is that I feel so connected to you, how we can talk for hours, how we laugh together, how we support each other. And Iâm sorry that Iâve left you feeling like you fall short in some way when itâs just the opposite.â
You gave her a small look and she lifted a hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.
âIâm surrounded by football players and sports people all day every day. If that was something I was looking for, Iâd say Iâd have my pick. But thatâs not important to me. And even if it doesnât seem like it right now, there is life after football for me. Above everything I just need you to know that I love you and I wouldnât change anything about you.â
You leaned in and wrapped your arms around her, tucking your head into the crook of her neck.
âThank you. That means so much. Iâm sorry I got in my head,â you told her. She kissed your crown.
âPlease tell me anytime youâre feeling a little down or insecure. Iâm here for you. And Iâm happy to reassure you any time you need.â
âEven if I donât have a 6-pack,â you joked.
âMm, come on, baby. You know how irresistible I find you,â she said, tone now changing as her hand snuck under the back of your top and her fingers traced along the band of your shorts.
You hummed into her neck as a small shiver went up your spine. Your hips shifted restlessly as a sensation began to stir between your legs.
Jessie moved slightly, causing you to sit up with a pouting look. She smiled at you and leaned in to capture your lips before grasping your hips and shifting you both so she was sitting with her back against the headboard and you were leaned back against her torso, nestled between her legs. She gently brushed your hair to the side and began laying soft, tender kisses along your neck. A small moan worked its way up your throat.
"You're so beautiful." Jessie spoke softly as she continued to lay teasing kisses. "And I want you all the time."
One of Jessie's hands reached up your shirt and cupped one of your breasts, which she began to slowly knead. You let your head fall back against her shoulder, inadvertently opening your neck further up for her, which she took advantage of, now pulling the soft skin gently between her teeth and grazing her tongue along it.
"Jessie," her name already needy on your lips.
"Yes, my love?" She asked rhetorically as she brought her other hand up to rest on your stomach before inching down and sneaking beneath your shorts and the band of your underwear. You rolled your head back further against her in anticipation and you reached down, splaying your fingers out against her thighs and gently digging your nails into the firm muscles you found there. She instinctively rolled her hips up against you and groaned into your neck.
"Baby. You have no idea what you do to me. You get me so wet with just a touch," she whispered against you, goosebumps forming on your skin in response.
"Please don't tease me," you pleaded, hips helplessly thrusting up against the hand that lay achingly close to your clit, but refusing to go over the edge and make contact. You brought your hand up to cup the back of her neck before running your fingers through her hair.
She chuckled against your neck, breath warm and tickling, before she reached further down. Her fingers gently parted your lips, tracing down and you inhaled sharply with a hissing sound.
"I love the way you feel in my arms," Jessie said as she began to kiss the shell of your ear. A shuddering breath escaped you and you rocked your hips against her fingers, looking for more contact. "And I love the way you move for me."
You released a moan as she ground her hips against you and her fingers found your clit, two fingers settling on it and gently, but firmly circling.
"Oh God," you breathed. You could feel your arousal growing and starting to pool at your entrance as she continued to work your clit and trailed her tongue slowly along your earlobe. You began to claw at the back of her head and she groaned low in her throat.
"I couldn't want anyone more," she told you, now switching her hand to your other breast and pulling you tighter against her. Her other hand and fingers remained steady on your clit, dipping down between your folds now and then and prolonging your pleasure. Soft, wet sounds now came from between your legs with each motion of her fingers.
Soon, your hips were moving in time with hers as her breathing began to grow heavier in your ear and only turning you on more. Her fingers continued to attentively explore your slick lips and always returning to your sensitive bud, each time causing you to melt further into her arms and she embraced you without fail.
Your head was turned in towards hers now and you were tugging at her hair as your peak approached. Your hips began to stutter against her fingers, jaw slack and eyes closed.
Suddenly, she withdrew her fingers, your eyes reluctantly opening at the unexpected loss. You tilted your head back to look at her and you saw her eyes trained steadfast on you.
"I want to see you," she said, her voice thick and needy as she began to maneuver you both. She turned you around and kissed your neck hungrily as she began to peel off your clothes. "God, you look amazing," she breathed in admiration as her eyes devoured you.
She laid back on the bed and pulled you on top of her so you were straddling her waist. Her hand was cupping your heat, fingers languidly massaging you as you settled in and looked down at her.
You leaned down, bracing your hands on her chest as you kissed her deeply. The kiss was interrupted, your mouth falling agape as she sunk two fingers inside of you, her thumb now nestled on your clit.
You let out a high moan, tossing your head back and pushing your hips back against her hand.
"Fuck, baby. You're so wet," she said as her thumb began to circle your clit again.
"How can I not be?" You managed to say, pulling a small smirk out of her. She rushed up to meet you, kissing you deeply and wrapping her free arm around your waist before pulling you back down with her onto the bed.
You kissed each other hot and heavy, contact only breaking when high moans fell from your lips as Jessie held you close and steadily pushed in and out of you.
"I'll never get over how good you feel around me," she whispered into your kiss as you rocked against her, your arousal pooling in her palm. "You're perfect for me."
Her strokes were deep and measured, each sending waves of pleasure through you. Between that, passionate kisses and her words of adoration, it felt like she was engulfing you in the most amazing way possible. It wasn't long before you drew a deep, sharp breath and you began to spasm around her thick, generous fingers.
"Oh fuck," you breathed, clutching yourself to her, "Jessie. Oh my god."
"I love you," she responded as she held you tightly through your orgasm. She kissed your face as your body shuddered.
Several moments passed and you eventually collapsed on top of her. She held herself inside of you and slowly played with your hair, laying lingering kisses along your temple as you caught your breath.
You lay in each others arms, neither of you feeling the need to speak. You continued to rest your head against her shoulder and she relished the feeling of your body on top of hers.
Eventually, she spoke, her voice soft to not disturb the mood too much.
"Can I get you some water?"
You shook your head. "No. Stay with me." She nodded against you and gave you a light squeeze.
"Always."
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