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via NeilNewbon on Insta:📷 A very very overdue post and thank you to @cellarsociety @phelper29 #bertiederougemont and everyone past and present at this extraordinary beautiful , world renowned and awesome catering company - without the support of Bertie and Adam and all the team , there would have been literally no way I could have sustained myself as an actor - especially during the hardest of years - myself like so many artists, actors, writers, models, dancers and kids trying to get by in London owe them and the company a heartfelt debt of gratitude 🙏 x they found me in a bar - put their faith and belief in me and asked me to join them as a waiter then a team sergeant- they were kind, fun, transparent and professional they gave me great advice , belief , work and a much needed kick up the ass at the right time - I worked for them for well over a decade and i owe them a very public thank you x Love u folks loads - if you are lucky enough to afford them - this is the team you need to make your wildest event dreams come true x simply Stirling x once again Bertie, Adam thank you sincerely - I got nominated for a @bafta this year and wore my old catering shoes (still polished ha!) in honour of the journey with you all x hope you are grand and flourishing x

[strawbeerossi]

Taking Calls

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Whenever a man who makes you feel uncomfortable asks for your number, you give him your boyfriend’s number instead. Whenever he texts him all day and finally decides to call, Spencer plans on taking care of it.

Content/Warnings: Minor case details (nothing explicit), creep officer, loving boyfriend Spencer, intimidation mention, kissing, unprotected sex, Spencer answers a phone call in the middle of sex (I didn’t know how to word that so it works lmao.)

Word Count: 1.2K

Anon Request: I had a spicy idea where a creepy cop tries to get readers number for “work purposes” and instead she gives him Spencer’s number and the cop happens to call Spencer and reader while he’s in the middle of fucking reader or the reader is in the middle of giving him a blowjob and the cop sort of hears her in the background? I just thought you’d be the perfect person to write this 😍

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Spencer had his number given out before due to a prank on Derek’s end that had so many people blowing up his phone. It was something he vowed that he would get the man back for and specifically state that it could never happen again.

The team was on a case in Manhattan, a standard killer who had an awakened blood lust was terrorizing the city. After six victims, the NYPD felt it was best to invite the BAU onto the case, which seemed to be too little too late due to the man going dormant.

Every lead was buried so deep that you’d need an excavator to dig them up, still the team persisted. You were currently on day three, staying back at the police precinct along with Dave to interview the families of the deceased, hoping to dig up any leads.

You had currently stepped out for a brief break, standing by the coffee machine as you were getting one of the disposable cups, filling it to the brim with a healthy mixture of coffee and sugar. “Hey, Y/L/N, correct?” A voice came from behind you, making you turn to look over the person addressing you. Officer Laslow. “Hi, yes. That’s me. How can I help you?” You asked, eyebrows raising.

You didn’t like to judge people, however you had a very uneasy feeling around him. The way he was looking at you was a good enough reason to be uncomfortable, the man seeming to mentally undress you as he stared into your soul. “I was just wondering if your team had any leads? I mean, I’m sure the families know something,” He spoke, making you sigh as your shoulders slumped. “Nothing, unfortunately.” You spoke while sipping from the coffee cup in your hands.

“Nothing? What a shame. I was actually wondering if you and I could exchange numbers? No funny business, I’m just wanting to make sure we can stay in communication throughout this case. You know, share intel.”

He could’ve just asked Aaron for updates. However, in the moment of being uncomfortable and not knowing what to say, you were clearing your throat. “Well. Okay.. Just for intel though.” You murmured, slowly taking the device from his hands to put in Spencer’s number instead of your own. You’d explain things to your boyfriend later. Until then, you were doing the next best option. Spencer could handle this. You were sure of it.

As another day passed and there was no leads, the team was retreating to the hotel for the night to try and get some rest, even if they were overly focused on trying to catch the murderer running around freely. “Honey, I have a question.” Spencer began as he was walking from the bathroom, a pair of flannel pyjama pants and a white t-shirt clinging to his lanky frame. “I’ve just had a lot of texts today. The person is addressing you by name. Wanna talk about who you gave my number to?” He asked softly. He knew it had to be a big deal if you wouldn’t give someone your number.

“Some creep on the NYPD team. You should’ve seen the way he looked at me, Spencer. It made me so uncomfortable.” You shivered while looking over at your boyfriend. “I’m sorry that I gave him your number. I didn’t know what else to do.” The feeling of his hand rubbing your shoulder caused your body to relax, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

“I’m not upset with you by any means. I just wanted to ask. He didn’t try and touch you or force himself on you, right?” He asked, slowly letting his arm wrap around your shoulders as you shook your head. “No. Nothing like that. He was just twice my size and intimidating. I mean, he could’ve hurt me if I rejected him.” In this job, Spencer saw cases like that far too much, so he believed it.

“Come here.” He spoke while slowly pressing a few kisses against your cheek. “It’ll be okay. I’ll speak with Hotch about it tomorrow. It’ll get taken care of.” He smiled, the back of his knuckle gently caressing your cheek. “How did I get so lucky to be with you?” You asked softly, offering a smile as you leaned against his touch. “I’m the lucky one.” He mused, now moving to press a sweet kiss against your lips.

However, the kiss was only cut short whenever he could hear the ringtone on his phone designated for texts. “This guy is a real piece of work.” Your boyfriend muttered against your lips, opting to ignore the incessant sounds coming from his phone as he carried on your shared kiss. As the kids deepened, his hands were working to push your shirt over your head before his hands were working on your work pants. You hadn’t changed just yet, so he felt like he was definitely helping you out in the grand scheme of things.

Once you were undressed to his liking, it wasn’t long until your own hands were pushing at his clothes to bring him to the same level of unclothed as you were. “Lay down.” Spencer breathed as he broke the kiss, watching you push yourself back in bed before he was crawling on top of you to attach your lips once more. You were both eager, a lot of stress from this case as well as your own yearning for pleasure making things go just a little faster than usual. He used one hand to bring one of your legs around his waist, which prompted you to mirror your actions with your other leg.

Pushing your panties to the side, your boyfriend wasted no time pushing his cock inside of your eager cunt, a low groan leaving his lips as the hand propping him up was gripping the sheets. “Fuck. I love you.” He whispered, pressing a few sweet kisses to your lips. For once today, you felt like you could forget the officer from earlier, to enjoy the moment. Until Spencer was getting a call. “Are you kidding?” He huffed out of frustration, hips still thrusting at a slow pace as he was reaching over to take his cellphone from the bedside table.

“W-we should stop.” You breathed, knowing he had to take the call judging by the look on his face. “No. No, just lay there and take it, pretty girl. I’m gonna settle this once and for all.” He murmured. Before you could object, he was swiping to answer the call. “I don’t appreciate being ignored.” The male on the other end of the phone huffed. Just hearing his slimy voice had Spencer cringing. Using his shoulder to hold the phone up to his ear, he let out a soft breath. His hips thrusted into you at a faster speed, your lip tucked between your teeth as you really did try to keep quiet.

“She’s busy but I can take a message.” Spencer answered as if he wasn’t jackhammering you into the mattress right now, whines and moans slipping from your lips as you couldn’t hold them back anymore. “Who is this?” The officer asked, now his annoyance being clear as day. “Spencer!” You gasped out, answering his question without even being aware of it.

“You heard her. Tell the nice man on the phone who has the pleasure of fucking you.” Spencer grunted, making you red in the face as you gripped his upper arms. “You!”

“My name, baby. Tell him who gets to take you home every night.”

“Spencer!” You panted, head tossed back as he was pounding into your sweet spot.

“Now. If you’ll excuse me, I have important matters to attend to. I hope you get the hint.” He murmured.

[blossominghunnie]

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Pairing: Gryffindor!Jaehyun x Slytherin!fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, secret relationship, hogwarts au, golden retriever x black cat trope

Warning: Cussing

Notes: In my MyungJae feels, as usual, lmao.

You had been dating Jaehyun, the puppy-like Gryffindor, for about half a year now.

He was the complete opposite of you, who were an introvert and reserved person. But you know what they say, opposites attract.

You were sitting with your friends at the Slytherin table, quietly listening to their chatter and joining once in a while.

You took a look around the crowded Great Hall, your eyes instinctively searching for a certain Gryffindor. It wasn’t long until you found him, looking right at you with loving eyes, and a soft smile that you shyly reciprocated.

You felt your cheeks getting warm, so you looked away while Jaehyun kept smiling, he thought you looked adorable whenever he made you blush or just in general.

A voice made you look up, it was your friend Bahiyyih, or Bayyih, as you called her.

“Y/n! Who are your smiling at?” She curiously asked.

“N-no one, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stuttered a little.

“I saw you, too. Who was it?” Your other friend, Anton asked teasingly.

“No one, now let me eat.” You tried to find a way to escape the conversation, since you weren’t ready to come clean and tell your friends about your secret boyfriend.

“Don’t get angry, Y/nnie.” Anton squished your cheek teasingly.

“Stop.” You hit him in the hand, making them laugh. Which made you laugh, too.

After eating dinner, you were heading towards your common room, when you felt a hand grab your arm and pull you. You closed your eyes for a second and after you opened them you had Jaehyun in front of you; you figured he was using his invisibility cloak, something he wore when he went to visit you late at night or sporadically throughout the day.

“Jae! What the hell!” You placed your hand above your heart. “You scared me.”

“I’m sorry, love.” He giggled a little bit. You blushed, still getting used to the petname.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“I just wanted to see if you wanted to go to the Astronomy Tower later, to watch the sunset.” Jaehyun responded nervously.

You found it so cute how he would still get nervous around you, even if you were dating.

“Sure!” You smiled and after thinking for a second you gave him a delicate kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, Jae.” You exited the cloak after making sure that nobody saw you, leaving behind the flustered Gryffindor who wore a dumb smile.

Meanwhile you rushed to your room, thankfully Bayyih and your other roommate weren’t there.

You sat on your bed and read for a while until it was time to head out. You left the room and headed down the stairs. As you walked across the common room you saw your two best friends chilling on the coach.

You mentally cursed and tried to walked past them without being seen, but you weren’t lucky.

“Y/n! Come join us!” Anton called you.

“I can’t, I’m going to the library.” You responded with the first thing that came to mind.

“Why?” Bayyih questioned.

“Gotta study for the Transfiguration test.”

“But that’s in two weeks.” Anton responded lifting an eyebrow.

“I know, but I want to start studying, you know how hard those exams are.”

“But you never study in advance, you’re too lazy.” The girl said while crossing her arms. “What are you hiding from us?”

“Nothing!”

“Hmm… are you ditching us for some else?” The boy dramatically asked while widening his eyes. “Perhaps for a secret boyfriend?”

“W-what? What secret boyfriend?” You started getting nervous that they had figured out your secret.

“Oh my god, Y/n! You have a secret boyfriend and you didn’t tell your best friends?” Bayyih gasped.

You sighed, knowing you had been caught. “Ugh, yeah. I have one.”

“What the hell, when did that happen?”

“Hmm, six months ago.”

“What?!” Both screamed, you just smiled sheepishly.

“I’m sorry for not telling you, okay! I thought you weren’t gonna like him or something.”

“Why wouldn’t we like him?” Anton asked. “Please don’t tell me he’s a Gryffindor.”

“Then I won’t tell you that.”

“Oh god.” Bayyih covered her mouth in disbelief. “Is it Sungchan? He’s kinda cute.”

“I guess. But no, it’s Jaehyun.”

“Myung Jaehyun? But he’s too extroverted for you, you’re much more calm.”

“I know, but you know that they say that opposites attract.”

“So cliqué, god.” The three of you laughed.

“I would love to keep chatting but I gotta meet Jaehyun.”

They nodded. “Have fun and tell us if he does anything you don’t like and we’ll kick his ass or bewitch him, okay?”

“Sure, thanks guys.” You hugged them. You weren’t much of an affectionate person, at least to most people but you were thankful for your friends.

You parted ways and resumed your walk towards the Astronomy Tower. You tried to be as careful as possible since you didn’t want Filtch to catch you, or any other teacher, since students weren’t allowed to be there unless it was for class.

You finally arrived and saw your lover by the balcony.

“I’m so sorry for being late, baby.” You tried to catch your breath. “Oh, funny story, by the way. Anton and Bayyih intercepted me and figured out we’re dating, so.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Jae?”

“Y-you called me baby.”

“Yeah, is that okay?” You asked worriedly.

“Of course, princess! I was just surprised because you’ve never said it before.”

You felt relieved. “I guess it slipped out.”

He pulled you into a side hug, placing his arm around your waist.

“It sounds so cute, I hope you keep calling me that.”

You just giggled and placed your head on his arm since you couldn’t reach properly his shoulder because of the height difference.

“Are you not mad that my best friends know about us?”

He shook his head. “Never, now I won’t have to hide whenever you’re with them.”

“Yeah.” You both chuckled. “Oh, look! The sun is going down!” You exclaimed, happy that you didn’t miss it. “Wow, it’s so pretty.”

“Just like you.” Jaehyun cheekily said. You blushed and hit him gently on the arm which made him laugh.

You stayed on his arms until it became night. What a great way to end your day.

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[bangtanficsforyou]

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Kiss it Better (part 2)

Pairing: Bodyguard! Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff.

Au: Bodyguard au.

Summary: You know you shouldn't be falling for Jungkook, the man who's in charge of your security. But you can't help it. You have already fallen for him. The fact that you know he doesn't feel the same for you, makes things all the more difficult. 

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Curse words, smut.

Posting date: 10th October (early access)

Lost (05)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Au: Underground boxer! Jungkook, Coach’s daughter! OC

Genre: angst, smut and fluff.

Warnings: some fight scenes, smut.

Rating: 18+

Summary: Jungkook doesn’t know much about you provided for the fact that you’re his coach’s daughter. But soon, his feelings of indifference turn into that of dislike.

Posting date: somewhere in the middle of October lmao. (Early access)

Burning Love (02)- sneak peek

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Au: Exes au, CEO Jungkook.

Genre: fluff, angst, smut.

Summary: Jungkook was your first love, your high school sweetheart, whom you continued to date throughout college, well maybe not throughout college. Three months before finishing college, he decides it wasn’t worth it. Six years later, you’re far away from South Korea, working for a small company. What are the chances that the big multinational company that ends up buying the company you’re currently working for is owned by none other than Jeon Jungkook?

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Namjoon smut drabble (for the $8 tier)

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Posting date: towards the end of October. (Exclusive)

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hey barista! | l.dh

summary | befriending the barista from your local cafe doesn’t seem too bad

pairing | lee donghyuck x fem!reader ft. jaemin who’s a rlly cute side character in this :(

genre | fluff, angst, slight humour (?)

warnings | a kiss?? i don’t think there’s any but if i missed anything do lmk !!

word count | 3k+

s. tg | @hyuckefi [my apologies since i didn’t release a proper teaser for this 🙏🏻]

author’s note | this is my first fic exceeding 1k words so if u enjoyed reading this, please leave some feedbacks !! rb’s are also appreciated :D ALSO I SUCK AT SUMMARIES LMAO PLS IGNORE THAT

just another day of working at palm coffee, the same old routine. cleaning the countertop and tables before opening up the cafe, prepping the ingredients - more for top favourites! - and examining the machines to make sure they’re working properly. that’s some of hyuck’s daily routines as a barista. he didn’t mind them though, he loved his job. he couldn’t specify the reason why but all these tasks are genuinely interesting to him.

seeing you drop by the cafe is a normal occurrence for him. since you are a regular customer after all, the rest of the staff already know you well. heck, they’re even good friends with you. jaemin hangs out with you more than he does despite being jaemin’s childhood friend. except for him, he doesn’t really know why. he’s not really shy, considering the fact that he’s a social butterfly. he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you, the only times he did so was to take your orders when the rest of the workers were busy in the store.

upon hearing the doorbell chime which signals a new customer entering the cafe, hyuck blurted out the usual line. “hello, welcome to palm coffee! how can i help-“, looking up from the cash register only to find you in a disheveled state. “-you?” he eyes you up and down, noting how a few strands of your hair were out of place, the nude lipstick smeared on the left corner of your mouth and your outfit looks really rushed. 

“sorry, what was your name again, hyuck right?” you quickly glanced at the nametag hanging nicely on his apron. “i’m in a rush right now, can i get a,” you scanned over the menu behind him, “uh, white coffee, please?”. 

“that will be six dollars. you can use the restroom in the meantime to, you know, touch up your makeup and stuff,” he takes the bills from your hand, putting them in the machine in front of him before flashing you with that warm smile of his. you wished him a quick thanks before disappearing into the back of the place.

now that was embarrassing.

your eyes scanned over the hall to find your friend before hearing her shout your name from across. damn, why does she have to be so loud? stares were directed towards you as you walked up the stairs to your designated seat. all the chatter going on in the lecture hall became quiet as soon as your professor placed her things on the desk, which means class has started. 

after hearing a two-hour lecture and writing some notes - where suddenly song lyrics and scribbles appear - the words you’ve been waiting to hear finally echoed through the speakers. 

“class is dismissed, thank you everyone for listening,” mrs. hui’s voice later being flushed out by the buzzing voices of the students walking out the hall, determined to finish their own activities. you stuffed your ipad and papers into your light yellow jansport backpack before going out to meet vic who’s waiting for you outside. 

“i’m exhausted, what did she even teach just now?” vic sighed to her heart’s content. you can’t blame her, today’s topic was quite complicated. circuits analysis or something? you can’t really wrap your head around it, your brain being stuffed with all the information. vic kept on ranting  about the problems she faced from the moment she woke up, making you giggle at some comments she made. 

“wait for me, i’m almost done,” he folded his apron neatly before shoving it into the drawer and grabbing his bag from the counter to join jaemin, who’s waiting at the front door with the keycard. hyuck accepted jaemin’s request to help him with some shopping for his sister’s birthday party next week. obviously, the rest of the staff were also invited. 

jaemin divided the shopping list into two, allowing hyuck to find the rest of the things with ease.

“now where are the streamers…” he muttered out loud enough for himself to hear, crouching down to browse through the party decorations on the shelf. or he thought so, as you could hear him sighing clearly in dire need of the certain decoration, that you decided to help him out. 

“um, hyuck? i think the party streamers are in the aisle beside this one? you look a bit troubled there,” you chuckled lightly. the heat flushed to his cheeks, feeling dumbfounded. 

“really? uh, thank you for the help,” he gave you a small grin that could hardly be seen if you didn’t spot the corner of his lips. and with that, he’s long gone with his shopping basket.

you are fond of the atmosphere you’re in right now. the decorations left you in awe - white and pink silk hanging from the wall with silver letter balloons spelling out happy birthday stitched onto them. you can see jaemin’s sister, eun-ji, being carried out of her room with a small flowy white dress and wearing a golden bow on her head, her brunette hair being tied into ponytails. the na family really adore their youngest girl.

meanwhile, there are only a couple of adults your age attending the party -  jaemin’s co-workers, some of his other friends which you aren’t familiar with and hyuck. he looked rather chill, with an oversized beige sweater and white jeans to suit the party’s theme. you’re not quite bad as well, your hair combed nicely and kept neat with a headband, a white sundress with strawberry patterns on it fit nicely on your figure, complemented with a heart-locket necklace placed on your collarbones. before reaching jaemin’s house, you made sure to drop by a local store to get some gifts for eun-ji. she’s a very well-mannered kid which made you adore her very much.

“y/n? very glad to see you here,” hyuck said as he approached you, offering you a plate of cake which he cut.

“i could say the same to you too, mr. lee,” you let out a soft laugh. he made sure to keep a mental note over how pretty you looked today.

“y/n, hyuck! glad you two broke the ice, did you know how hurt i was seeing you two act like strangers whenever y/n came by the cafe?” jaemin enveloping you into a small hug before fake pouting. you can only laugh at the fake debate the two guys in front of you were having. after conversing with hyuck and jaemin for quite some time, you realised that he’s a cool person to talk to, where all this time, you thought he hated you for some reason. before leaving, you made sure to thank mrs. na for hosting the party and off you went home. 

following the previous encounters, hyuck felt much more comfortable around you - even hanging out with you during his shift where you would do your assignments at the cafe he’s working at. every now and then, he would also invite you to hang out with him and jaemin. however, what he didn’t realise was how he slowly pent up feelings - romantically. 

ding dong!

he pressed on the doorbell button with a box of doughnuts in his left hand. the three of you were supposed to be having a movie night, but jaemin got caught up with his groupwork which leaves the two of you alone. 

“hey hyuck! come in,” you gestured, arranging the cushions on your sofa to make it look more organized. the interior of your rented apartment is calming, the light grey walls suiting the navy blue sofa and furniture with darker undertones. the walls are also not left empty, with modern art portraits hanging from it. 

“i brought donuts, your favourite, right?” he opened the box, placing it on the coffee table while you set up the television. you wished him a quick thank you before grabbing two canned drinks from the refrigerator, handing one to him and pressing play on the remote control. you two weren’t quiet throughout the whole movie, with snarky comments on how hot the actors were or how stupid they were being were made. 

he didn’t know you were sleepy though as all of a sudden, he could feel the weight of your head on top of his shoulder. it was a rather awkward situation as he didn’t move at all so you could sleep comfortably. before long, he joined you and dozed off to wonderland. the next morning, you were more than embarrassed to find yourself cuddling up to him, with the next movie still playing on the screen.

seeing your figure outside the front door made hyuck more excited to greet you today. after making a quick order for a green tea latte, you fished out your purse from your handbag, feeling frantic if you’ve lost it outside. luckily, you were the only customer in line as the rest of them were already seated and carrying out their own businesses.

“sorry, but i think this might be yours,” you turned around to find a tall-looking guy handing out your black purse. a wave of relief washed over your soul, thanking the latter profusely.

“mind if i buy you a drink? i hate feeling like i owe someone,” you offered, which he gladly accepted. 

“i’d like a double espresso, please,” he kept his hands into his pockets. 

“and your name, sir?” hyuck looked mildly bothered.

“yukhei,” he ran his slightly blonde hair through the slender fingers. hyuck hated how cocky he looked, feeling more annoyed than ever over the scene that was played in front of him just now. he hated how yukhei looked at you. 

why should he get jealous? he’s just a mere friend to you, that’s all. you have to stop overreacting, hyuck. 

those words kept running through his mind all day.

“dude, are you okay? you looked-” jaemin opened the staff room, interrupting him from the self-talk he was having, “-distracted,” finishing up his sentence. 

“nope, i’m just fine,” he said, bringing the honey smile back onto his face. jaemin nodded before disappearing back to the front to serve the customers. 

stop being so jealous, hyuck. you’re just a friend. not more, not less. 

“jaemin, how do you know if you like someone?” that question is kind of shocking to him, especially if it’s coming from hyuck. of course, he’s had a crush before but it was during middle school. just a silly, little crush. growing up, he’s never had one - not even in high school.

“you’ve asked the right person,” jaemin managed to do his obnoxious voice, even while driving the car. he’s right, he is the matchmaker of the friend group, just how many relationships worked out because of him? eyes still focused on the road - he’s a responsible driver of course, he began to explain the feeling to hyuck, making his points loud and clear.

“first of all, you start feeling a little too happy whenever you’re around them. and no, this is not the oh-we’re-best-friends-forever type of happy, it’s the i’ll-make-you-the-happiest-person-on-earth one. not to forget, you will also experience some kind of turbulence in your heart, expect them to be jumping around a bit. or a lot, whichever suits you the best.

you also tend to feel nervous around that person. like, stuttering your words in obvious or non-obvious ways, feeling faster heartbeats than usual, you name it. oh! if you’ve ever felt jealous whenever they are around someone else, i mean, in affectionate ways, you might have one. however, my tip is for you not to act out of your mind. you don’t want to ruin whatever relationship you have currently, do you?” even when driving, he still managed to deliver his points with full precision and accuracy. 

nodding his head, hyuck took some mental notes to be thought through when he gets home. 

hyuck stared at you, whose figure is snoring soundly on his lap. he assumed you must be feeling exhausted, mid-terms just ended after all. while threading his fingers through your hair, he remembered what jaemin said to him weeks earlier.

1. being happy around them

like jaemin said, it is normal to be happy around your friends. but being with you, it kind of gave more joy for him. not to mention that he started to catch himself smiling over your texts and being reminded of you over small things - your favorite donut topping, the name of that one stray puppy you gave. 

2. feeling nervous around them

his heart would beat a lot faster whenever you get closer towards him, whether accidentally or to mess with him. 

3. getting jealous over someone else

he shouldn’t be jealous of how yukhei looked at you. but he seriously can’t help it. and the way he’s always there during your hangouts. he doesn’t care if he seems petty, yukhei just isn’t in his favour.

his deep thoughts came to a halt when you called out his name, eyes still half-closed, attempting to open them a bit more. 

“did i interrupt you or something? gosh, i’m so sorry,” you quickly stood up but he pulls your body back onto his lap, asking for you to stay.

“what are we?” that question caught you off-guard. the same one that has been at debate in the back of your mind these days. 

i don’t know hyuck, it’s complicated. 

“what do you think we are, hyuck?” you shot the question back at him, your gaze piercing through his soul.

“i don’t know. it’s just-” 

“are you sure?” a deep sigh left your lips. have you been interpreting his body languages wrong? did he only see you as a normal friend, nothing more? 

“sorry, i’m not feeling well. see you later hyuck, bye,” you tried your best to shoot the sweet smile of yours but only a faint one seemed to appear. once you stepped out of the room, he buried his face into his hands. 

god, what have i done?

“don’t feel too down, y/n. maybe there’s something more that he couldn’t bring himself to say?” vic suggested, handing you some tissue.

“i don’t know, i seriously have no idea. why can’t he just say it?” you continued to sob into her arms, she pitied you, especially in your condition right now. but she can’t do anything to help you, other than consoling and listening. 

jaemin knew something was wrong, from your rare visits to the cafe to hyuck not being himself lately. something was definitely wrong and it’s between the both of you. sure, hyuck might be saying that he’s fine again and again, but his expressions can’t lie. the sweet smile of his is long gone and his jokes are no longer heard. whatever it is, jaemin is determined to solve it. he just wants his best friends back. 

looks of dismay can be read all over hyuck’s face when the person facing him is no other than the guy himself, yukhei. still, he tried to control his composure, not making his inner feelings any more obvious.

“so what brings you here?” he took a sip of the mineral water, still making his throat rough from the tension hanging in the air. 

“look, i’m not here for any fights. i know you like y/n, everybody can see it. and honestly, you were oblivious to your own feelings,” he rubbed his hands together. the latter’s puzzled face made him continue his words.

“i’m not trying to make her like me, or whatever you’ve been assuming. sorry if i gave the wrong message but you are the one who should make a move. i can see from the way she looks at you, the feelings are mutual,” he straightened up the denim jacket outside the white shirt wrapping his figure. 

letting out a heavy sigh, hyuck’s face begins to soften up. “no, i should be the one who’s sorry. i’ve been such a prick to everyone around me lately, especially you,” he took of the cap from his head, messing up his hair. 

“no problem, bro. it’s understandable, i guess. now good luck with her, please treat her well,” the two guys exchanged a fist bump for the problem solved. jaemin leaned his back against the wall, smiling and feeling satisfied.

you called out jaemin’s name but to no avail. he invited you to his apartment but seeing that the lights are out, it’s clear enough that he hasn’t finished whatever he was doing yet. just as you were about to leave, you saw hyuck at the other side of it, both your faces mirroring the same look of confusion.

“so, uh, how have you been doing these days? it’s been a while since we talked,” he chose to break the silence. now, you two were sitting facing each other by the balcony. inhaling the breeze, you paused for a moment before responding to his question.

“i’ve been feeling, not as usual. definitely not happy but not that sad,” you pushed some of the loose hair strands hanging on your forehead behind your ears before asking about his.

“you know what, i’m just going to be direct with you. i, lee donghyuck have been holding feelings for you since i don’t know when. yeah sure, i wasn’t really sure at first about what i was going through. i guess i was just scared of how you would react,” he scratched his ears which are not feeling itchy at all, but rather an attempt to distract himself from the overwhelming emotions deep inside him. 

not wanting to waste time any longer, you placed your right hand onto his cheek, standing on the heels of your feet to bring your two lips together. the kiss was short before he pulls you back in for another, this time a more passionate one. he could feel you smile against his lips before enveloping your body into his arms.

“i’ve missed you, you know?” he whispered, his voice tender, directing right into your ears before you replied with how you missed him more. the both of you continued to whisper sweet nothings while embracing each other’s presence. 

jaemin looked at the both of you from a distance, his heart swelling with pride. 

— another pair of lovers matched, cupid jaemin signing out.

[weelittleweasley]

love affair (g.w.)

prompt: a relationship with george weasley was all you wanted. but it seemed as though the two of you had two different ideas of what a relationship meant.

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader, fred weasley x fem!platonic reader

warnings: cheating relationships, physical violence, tiny blood warning (literally one sentence), lots of angst, language

word count: 7.5k

author note: this is an amalgamation of me getting out of a very strange relationship six months ago, driver’s license by olivia rodrigo, and two ghosts by harry styles, so take that as you will. this made me sad to write. im so sorry. i also wrote this half tired so if it doesn't make sense, IM SO SORRY LMAO

Knees curled up to your chest, you wrapped your arms around your legs, forcing your body into a coddled position as you sat upon the window sill. Forehead pressed to the glass, the coolness of it made your warm forehead ease with the sensation, condensation fogging up the window pane as your eyes stared mindlessly out of the window. Small mouth sounds fell from your parted lips as you inhaled and exhaled deeply. In the fog on the pane, you dragged your finger across the condensation, drawing little figurines as you attempted to distract yourself from your wandering thoughts that flooded with panic at the news you had received moments ago.

Your pointer finger drew a small heart into the glass before you ripped it away. The sound of a deep tenor rumble resonated outside as small water droplets began pitter-pattering down onto the window. The rain was soothing in contrast to your current state, washing over the lush landscape of the Scottish countryside that Hogwarts castle stood proudly on. 

The rain renewed and refreshed the early autumnal landscape. Water struck upon delicate flowers and reached up to the pale gray sky, accepting the water gratefully. Like a stream in a forest, water rushed down the sides of the Whomping Willow as it twisted and shook off the rain as it poured down. The lush green grass absorbed the water, causing mud puddles to form in pockets across the ground. A smile creeped onto your face as you bit your bottom lip, thinking about how George would insist the next morning that you two go romp around in the mud, behaving like children. George loved mornings after the rain, the way the air was crisp, the smell of fresh dew, the soft ground beneath his yellow rain boots. 

But with the thought of George, your anxious thoughts swirled in your mind like a mixing bowl. You took a deep breath in and repeated to yourself that you would not like to jump to conclusions. This could have been a misunderstanding and Patricia Stimpson had just conveyed the message incorrectly. But the churning in your gut suggested otherwise.

The rain came down relentlessly now, thunder rumbling like a snare drum as darts of lightning flashed far away. The storm was far away, thankfully, which put your mind at ease. 

As a rumble of thunder rippled through, gentle knocks sounded at your door. Rather than getting up and greeting the expected visitor at the door, you lifted your wand beside you and with a gentle flick, the door creaked open just enough for him to push it open all the way.

Entering the room, George closes the door behind him. Without even saying a word, he knows you aren’t yourself. Something was troubling you and it was palpable. The way you curled up watching the rain trickle down the window as you followed it lazily with your finger. George sighs and walks towards you. “Awfully quiet today, aren’t we?” he speaks simply as he takes a seat across from you on the window sill, him sitting criss cross. 

You peel your eyes away from the window and give him a gentle smile as your mind screams to tell him to leave the room, you need space. But when you look at him, your heart swells with all the love you can conjure in your body. He was your George. How could he have done something so unthinkable, but your heart still leaped at the sight of him? You pushed the thought away; nothing was confirmed yet. “Hi, Georgie,” you speak quietly. He scoots closer to you, smile on his lips as he leans forward and presses a light kiss to your forehead. “There’s just a lot on my mind today.”

George peels your arms from around your legs and pulls on them gently, making you wrap your legs around his waist as you huff, giving into his touch. Now, you were wrapped around him like a koala would be, his hands resting on your hips as he brushed a loose strand of hair from your face. “Would you like to share with the class?” he jokes as you give him a look that tells him you were serious. He clears his throat. “Sorry, darling,” he smiles. “What’s bothering you? You can tell me...I don’t like seeing you upset. Especially if it is something I can prevent.”

How ironic. You rub your eyes with the heels of your hands as you inhale a shaky breath. “I received some news from Patricia Stimpson this morning,” you start as you gently start to peel yourself off of George. It didn’t feel right to talk about something like this while being complete entangled in each other. George gives you a concerned look, a little confused as to why you would be talking to Patricia Stimpson. “She saw something that you did that is honestly quite disturbing.”

Patricia came up to you this morning after you had finished breakfast in the Great Hall with George as you parted ways for the day, him to the library and you to you the courtyard. She had a look of urgency in her eyes as she tapped your shoulder and requested to speak somewhere privately. The two of you sat on a bench in the courtyard as she gave you a sad smile and revealed information that you never thought you would receive. 

Your heart had stopped beating at the mention of the combination of names strung together in that sentence. It felt like your worst nightmare had grown legs and had walked into your life. The news slapped you in the face as you just stared at her when she told you, looking into her eyes that looked at you so sad for you. “You mean to tell me,” you breathily laugh, not wanting to even think that this situation was a possibility, “that you saw George and...Angelina...”

She nodded her head, sadly with a look of guilt on her face. She hated that she had to be the barer of bad news, especially since you two weren’t that close. But she would hate to see another girl struggle to breathe as rumors flooded in when she knew she could have helped prevent the situation. Patricia gulped and spoke, “Snogging, yeah.” The thought makes bile rise in your throat as you swallow hard and close your eyes. “It happened a few days ago. They were in the library in the back. I was trying to return a book and I stumbled upon them. The two of them both froze and Angelina then yelled at me to leave and I did, I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do,” she tries to reason. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

You shook your head and placed a reassuring hand on Patricia’s. “Please don’t apologize. You didn’t nothing wrong, darling,” you give her a weak smile. “There was nothing you could after seeing that except tell me. Thank you for telling me,” you speak as you inhale a deep breath, trying to understand how something like this could have happened.

George went to the library often, but he was usually accompanied by Fred or Lee to talk about the joke shoppe or sorts. He would have meetings every four days. If he had slipped away to do something with Angelina, Fred or Lee would have known. But what really stung was the fact that it was Angelina. Your first friend at Hogwarts. She introduced you to George. She helped set you two up. And now she was the one tearing you apart. 

Patricia starts rambling, “I should have told you when I saw it, but I was scared that I had the wrong twin. That it was Fred and not George, but I could have sworn it was George. It had to have been.”

You speak, “Stop justifying things, Patricia. It’s okay. I’ll, um, I’ll have a chat with George about this I guess. Thank you, again, Patricia. I’ll...see you around.”

When you recounted the events to George, he just sat there and looked at you in disbelief. The way he looked at you with so much pain in his eyes made you feel guilty for accusing him of such a thing. You gulped down a dry swallow and told yourself you couldn’t cry, but that didn’t halt the tears from welling up in your eyes as you inhaled a shaky breath. George still just stared at you in shock. “Please, Georgie,” you beg, just barely above a whisper, knowing if you speak any louder, you’ll crumble. “Tell me it’s not true.”

Your bottom lip trembles and threatens to spill out a sob, but it’s stifled when George pulls you into his chest as you cry into his jumper, taking it in your hands in fistfuls. You let cries erupt throughout your body as George rubs your back soothingly, kissing the top of your head. “Don’t cry, angel,” he coos as you sob into his chest, praying to whoever was listening that this wasn’t happening. “Shhhh,” he hushes you, gently prying you off of his chest so he could look into your eyes.

Looking up at him teary eyed, George cradles your face in hands, thumbs wiping away your tears as you tremble like a child after a sick nightmare. He pressed a kiss to one cheekbone and then the other, where tears fell before he pressed his forehead up against yours. “Never in my life,” he speaks, “would I do that to the girl I love.” The fear evaporates from your body as your shoulders relax and you let out a shaky breath. “I know Patricia claims it was me, but it was absolutely Fred. He’s had his eye on Angelina for a few weeks now. Nice to know that my own twin brother doesn’t tell me when he snogged a girl,” he teases as you giggle lightly. “(Y/N)...” he speaks, his voice trailing off, almost as if it were a warning. “I love you.”

His declaration of love felt more like a statement when he said it. As if you should have known. It was firm and pressing. You shook your head as you smiled lightly, sniffling. It was dumb of you to question George’s loyalties in the first place. He loved you fiercely. “I love you, Georgie.”

And for the first time ever in this relationship, the words you exchanged felt out of place. Misused. But you knew the words still rang true for the both of you after three years of dating. If they didn’t, you wouldn’t have your lips pressed against his right now in a gentle kiss, trying to mend what had almost been broken.

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A few days had passed since the rain and you found yourself happily walking down the hallway, hand in hand with George. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, making you laugh and slap his chest as he joined you in laughter. George squeezed your petite hand in his larger one before he spoke, “Freddie and I have got a team meeting in the library. We’ve got potential investors for the joke shoppe.”

Your eyes widen as you excitedly push his shoulder. “Investors? Geez, Georgie, why didn’t you tell me?!” you exclaim as he chuckles. “I’m so proud of you,” you beam, gently stroking his cheek before you place a gentle kiss to his lips. “Go on then, go do more exciting things,” you push him in the direction of the library.

George sends you a wink, “I’ll catch you after, alright?” He walks backwards down the hall. “In your room?” he asks as you smile and nod. “Brilliant.”

And with that, he’s gone as you shake your head and continue walking down the hallway. As you walk, you think about how that night between you and George had brought you closer. He wanted to be around you more, he gave you more compliments, he paid close attention to how you were feeling. It was like he was becoming a more attentive boyfriend. A new George, one that you could get used to. 

You lazily walked through the halls of Hogwarts, chatting with people you knew as you passed. Now, you found yourself giggling as you stumbled upon Ron, linking arms as dancing down the hallway. You erupted in a fit of giggles as Ron spun you around and he chuckled. The two of you engaged in light chatter before he offered you a snack from his satchel, a bright red apple. “What is it with your family and always eating? I don’t get it,” you tease him.

Ron shrugs, “Always be prepared?”

You roll your eyes as you continue to walk, talk, and eat as you turn the corner and you furrow your brows. There was Fred leaning up against the wall, chatting to Lee about something before Lee threw his head back in laughter. That was odd. Quite a short meeting Fred and George had. “Oi!” you call out. “Freddie!” You drag Ron down the hallway to meet his brother and Lee as Ron throws a lazy arm around your shoulder, towering over you.

Fred turns his eyes and when his eyes land on you a genuine, happy smile appears on his face. “Oi, is my younger git brother annoying you?” he teases as Ron sarcastically laughs before punching Fred in the arm as Fred laughs melodiously.

“Piss off, Fred. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he sneers.

You turn to Fred again, “I thought you and Georgie had a meeting about the joke shoppe. I was just with him like twenty minutes ago and he said he had to run.” You were genuinely curious and also confused. You thought an investor meeting would take more time than just a mere twenty minutes if it was a serious offer. 

Fred shakes his head and tucks his hands into his pockets. “No,” he speaks, brows furrowed, confused as to why his brother would relay false information to you like this. “We have a meeting about the shoppe every other week. Our next meeting isn’t for another week.” Lee looks at you, puzzled, looking back and forth between you and Fred. There was something wrong. 

Your heart sinks and your mouth goes dry. Ron watches your face drop from an excited smile to the color of parchment. He places a cautious hand on your shoulder. Before he can ask you how you’re feeling, you speak up, “Freddie,” you gulp. “This is going to sound like a weird question, but I need you to be brutally honest with me.” Fred looks at Lee completely puzzled before looking at you. “About a week ago, did Patricia Stimpson walk in on you snogging Angelina in the library?”

Lee cackles, “He wishes! Angelina Johnson wouldn’t go near our poor Fred with a ten foot pole!” Lee claps Fred’s shoulder as Fred shoots him a glare, making Lee pipe down immediately. Now was not the time to joke around. And that really meant something when it came to Fred Weasley.

Your heart sinks further and your chest starts to rise and fall with anxiety. The big red apple that was once in your hand fell to the floor and rolled away. Something was gravely wrong. Ron peels his arm off of you, knowing that you need space as you anxiously look between Fred and Ron and Lee, trying to figure out where George could be then. If he wasn’t with Fred or Lee or you, then that meant he was alone. Or...

Fred looks at you and takes a step closer to you. “(Y/N),” he speaks, approaching you with caution like you were ticking time bomb. “Look at me,” he speaks, placing both of his hands on your arms as you look upwards at him, fear in your eyes. “Where did my brother tell you he was?”

Breathing heavily, you open your mouth and no sound comes out at first, just a squeak. Fred’s eyes soften, concerned for you and moment away from kicking his brother’s teeth in. His eyes coax you into trusting him with the information you have. Finally, you manage, “In the library, with you, talking about investments for the shoppe.”

Without another word, Fred takes your hand in his and speaks directly to Lee. “If George doesn’t come back to the room tonight, don’t go looking for him,” he speaks through gritted teeth. “Ron, stay here. We don’t need more attention to the scene we’re about to cause. Or should I say, I’m about to cause.” 

Before anyone can object, Fred and you are now walking, more marching, down the halls of the castle to the library to hunt out George. Panic and fear are pumping through your veins as Fred radiates pure fury. Fred and you were always very close, even more so after you and George had started dating. In Fred’s eyes, you were like another sister to him. He felt the overwhelming need to protect in a way that was different how George protected you. Fred knew the inner workings of your mind like the back of your hand. You were the first person he came to when he had a problem and vise versa. Fred was your friend and a damn good one at that. He hated seeing you upset, especially if he knew it was the doing of his own twin. 

“Freddie,” you breathe out. “Patricia came to me days ago and told me that she saw them, but I didn’t believe it. He had told me that it was you and that you had a thing for Angelina for a while and I believed it because I have always trusted George. But now I-”

Halting dead in his tracks before you walk into the library, Fred grabs your shoulders and spins you to face him. “Listen to me, (Y/N),” he commands your attention. “I love my brother. He’s my other half. But something he can be that the guy who is down right dick. And if he did, or is doing, what we’re thinking, then he’s even worse than I had ever imagined. And that is on him.” Fred’s words bring you peace, but also a wave of nerves. Could George ever be unfaithful? Did the relationship have that many cracks that he allowed himself to slip through one? Fred’s brown eyes that looked so like George’s stared into yours as he gave you a smile. “You’re the best girl I know and George is a fucking idiot if he’s letting you go. Regardless of what happens in there, I am your best friend first and foremost. I’m here for you no matter what he does.”

You nod your head and sigh before pulling Fred into the tightest hug you’ve ever given anyone. With all your might, you hold him close as he sighs and hugs you back, knowing the outcome of this situation before it had even unfolded. Fred thought to himself how could his brother be so selfish, so childish, so moronic to do what he had done. There was no going back now. You can feel the hot tears stinging the back of your eyes, but you don’t dare let them fall. You were still clinging onto the last bit of hope before you entered the library. “Thank you, Freddie.” 

His arms gave you one last squeeze before taking your hand in his. “Are you ready?” he asks, eyes genuinely searching yours for your answer. Fred was ready to go in there without you to confront his asshole twin and your once best friend, yelling and screaming. Rage was pumping through his veins, but he tried his best to conceal it in front of you. Fred didn’t want you to see him like this. 

With a weak nod, you inhale a shaky breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two of you walk into the library and you feel your heart drop into your feet when you step in. You didn’t like the way the library felt in this moment. It was cold and hot at the same time and you felt stifled. But that didn’t stop you from chaotically walking to the back of the stacks to find your boyfriend. 

You peer down aisles trying to find that familiar tuff of red hair, but all you find are diligent students reading, some joking around with each other, others peering through the stacks to find books. “Where the bloody hell...” you whisper to yourself, growing frustrated that you couldn’t find George. Your nervous energy was now being channeled into anger as you balled your first beside you.

Before you can flip around and ask Fred where he thought his brother could be, you hear a familiar low voice and girlish giggle from behind you. You look at Fred, your eyes wide and stomach churning. Fred opens his mouth to say something, but you are already walking to the back of the library to find exactly what you expected.

The red haired boy your heart belonged to was now pressed flushed against your once best friend, lips connected to each others as her fingers played with the hair that stuck up on the back of his neck. George’s hands were placed on her hips before running down her sides to squeeze her bottom cheekily as she giggled. You inhaled a sharp gasp at the sight, wanting to vomit at the sight of George and Angelina pressed up against each other like this. Your mouth hangs open as the detach themselves from their embrace, faces falling from smiles to sheer horror. 

“Fucking hell,” you breathe out, the tears that threatened to fall outside now flowing down your cheeks freely. You feel Fred’s presence behind you as George and Angelina’s eyes dart between you and Fred. Angelina stutters for a moment as George’s hands fly off of her body and into his pockets. “So is Angelina your potential investor?” you ask, bottom lip trembling in horror as Fred steps right behind you, placing his hand on yours giving it a squeeze, letting you know that he is right there with you. 

George steps away from Angelina and Angelina fumbles with her words, “(Y/N)-”

You scoff, “Oh, shut up, Angelina. You have no excuse. You were supposed to be my best mate, but instead you decided that you’d rather fool around with my boyfriend behind my back, eh? Some fucking friend you are.” 

Angelina’s face contorts with sadness and guilt as she looks down at her feet, playing with her fingers. “I didn’t mean for it to happen,” she tries to defend herself. 

With pure fury rushing through your veins, you laugh. “Well, I’d bloody hope you didn’t plan on it!” you exclaim. “I always knew you to be competitive, but not like this. This is low. Even for you,” you shake your head before looking at George who has guilt slapped all over his face. He opens his mouth to say something, but you stick up your hand. “Don’t even say anything to me. Don’t you dare even look at me. You’re a liar and a cheat and loathsome. I hope you’re happy. Angelina, he’s all yours.”

You turn away and let a hand fly up to your mouth to conceal your sob as you run out of the library with Fred draping a protective arm around your shoulder. “Come on, now,” he whispers to you as some people notice your state. “It’s over. They’re both done and that’s it. You can cry, darling, it’s alright.”

Fred whisks you out of the library quickly and the moment you step down the secluded hallway, you collapse into Fred’s arm as he holds you, brushing your hair calmingly. The sobs rake through your body, causing it to tremble hopelessly in his arms as he holds you tight. Seeing you like this filled Fred with rage as he kissed the top of your head as he allowed you to cry into his chest, holding onto him for dear life. You sob and mumble things into his jumper as he nods his head. “I’m here, it’s alright.”

That’s when you hear his voice. “(Y/N), please let me talk,” George pleads, pain evident in his voice, but immeasurable to how you felt in this moment. You don’t dare look at him, burying your face deeper into Fred’s chest as his grip grows iron on you.

“Back off, mate, haven’t you hurt her enough?” Fred defends you as he rubs your back. “What has gotten into, George?”

George’s jaw clenches and his fists bundle up beside him. “Piss off and let me talk to my girlfriend, Fred,” he speaks through gritted teeth. “Please, (Y/N),” his voice changes when he addresses you, more gentle and coaxing as you sob harder into Fred’s chest. “I need to tell you my side of the story.” Fred laughs as you peel yourself from him, wiping your eyes, hot with tears. “There’s no explanation needed, dear brother,” Fred sneers at George who with a sarcastic smile presses his tongue to his cheek in sheer annoyance. “She caught you in the act. What are you going to explain? How your tongue accidentally found its way into Angelina’s mouth?”

George takes a step forward, challenging his brother. “Shut the fuck up, would you?” he bellows, anger in his eyes as Fred doesn’t back down, unafraid of George. You watch as the scene unfolds in front of you, still sniffling. “All of a sudden you’re interested in my girlfriend? You trying to scoop her up while she’s vulnerable?” he pushes Fred’s chest.

“Scoop her up?” he pushes back. “Are you mental? And if she hadn’t made it clear already, I’ll do it for you. Ex-girlfriend. She’s your ex-girlfriend,” Fred corrects his brother. “Not to mention, (Y/N) has always been my friend, even before you started dating. I’m not trying to scoop her up, George, we’re friends! I will always protect her! Especially when you fail to do so,” he spits at George. 

That’s what sends George over the edge. With a yell, he sends a gruesome punch to Fred’s jaw who nearly falls over from the blow. “Godric, George, stop!” you yell out at he goes for Fred again, but Fred sends a punch to his twin brother’s nose as George stumbles back, blood trickling down from his nose. 

People start to notice that the twins are now in a full on fight, grabbing and swinging at each other as they yell profanities at the each other. A crowd starts to trickle in, cheering on either side of the boys as you watch in horror.

“Fucking hell, get off of each other!” you scream as you grab Fred’s arm as he holds it up to send another punch to his brother’s nose. “Knock it off, you fucking dickheads!” you throw yourself in front of Fred as George and Fred catch their breaths, chests heaving. “Can we not make this a public affair?” you scream again, gesturing to the small crowd that has formed to witness the Weasley twins having it out at each other. “We can talk about this in private,” you say in a hushed angry tone to George. You turn to Fred and take a look at his face, no blood, but definitely lots of bruises and a split lip. “Episkey,” you wave your wand at his face, sealing his broken lip as well as managing to take away some of the swelling of his eyes. 

Fred hisses as his face stings as it heals. “You don’t need to talk to him, (Y/N). He doesn’t deserve to hear what you have to say,” he sneers at George who takes another challenging step at Fred.

You hold Fred back again and hold a warning finger to George. “Don’t you dare. You’ve already hurt enough people today,” you spit at him who immediately retaliates. You speak to Fred with a soft, calm smile. “I’ll be okay. I can handle him, Freddie,” you insist as Fred gives you sad smile.

Slowly looking away from Fred, your eyes land on George as your heart breaks at the sight of him. He wiped his bloody nose on his shirt sleeve as he glared at his brother, eyes eventually trailing to you as his glare fades into a guilty look. The brown eyes that you loved so much suddenly made you feel cold and alone as you inhaled a shaky breath. George tries to offer you his hand to walk somewhere more private to discuss things, but you just scoff and walk past him, letting him follow you. The audacity, you thought to yourself.

The two of you walk into an empty classroom as you close the door behind you and leaning against it, arms folded in front of you as you glare at George. You could feel yourself wanting to cry again, but you refused to let him see you cry again. He wasn’t worth your tears. Instead, you let rage course through your body instead of sadness. 

George gulps before speaking. “I never wanted this to happen...” he trails off.

“No, you never wanted to get caught,” you correct him as he lets out a disgruntled sigh. “I never thought you would ever do this to me, George. Nevertheless, do it to me with my best friend,” you shake your head. “I thought that if you didn’t love me anymore, you would at least have the decency to tell me,” you throw your hands up in defeat. George remains dead silent. “But somehow, you thought this was a better option.” He quickly replies, “It just happened, (Y/N)!” You furrow your eyebrows. “We were in the common room one night, studying for an exam and we started talking and then for some reason, one thing lead to another, and we kissed,” he admits as your heart breaks. So they had kissed before the time Patricia caught them in the library. This wasn’t a one time mistake he made. George had repeatedly kissed Angelina. Godric knows what else they did. “It was a huge mistake, (Y/N), and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You mean so much to me,” he tries to rationalize with you, begging at this point.

You just scoff and say, “A huge mistake that you did again and again and again. If I hadn’t caught you in the act, you would have kept seeing her, wouldn’t you?” George just shakes his head and gulps, taking a step forward. “Don’t lie to me, George...not again,” your voice cracks, but you refuse to cry. “Instead of telling me how you really felt, you kept telling me you loved me.”

George takes your hands in his and speaks, “I have always loved you, (Y/N). None of that was ever a lie.” Your eyes search his eyes, searching for a truth. Something to tell you why you should stay with him. But instead, you found nothing. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” he whispers, tears filling his eyes as he truly feels sorry when he understands what he losing. “We’re just not who we used to be, I guess,” he shrugs his shoulders, trying to shift the blame on both of you.

Pulling away from his hands, you spit back, “No, you’re not who you used to be.” You shake your head. “In fact, I don’t know who you’ve become. But you’re not the George I fell in love with,” you take a deep breath in as George’s heart breaks. What George did really ripped your heart out of your chest, but this is was ripped it into a thousand pieces. Leaving him. “Goodbye, Georgie.”

George shakes his head, “(Y/N), please don’t.”

But you were already gone.

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Being without George for the first weeks of the breakup were difficult. You missed his touch, his voice, his eyes, his laugh, his smile; you missed it all. Even though what he did rung your heart out, there was a part of you that missed him more than words could say. 

People took notice immediately about how you didn’t sit next to George during meals in the Great Hall or converse to Angelina in between classes. This all earned you sorry glances in your direction as people found out what happened. It was embarrassing, having everyone know exactly what went down between you and George and Angelina.

You tried to distract yourself with other friends and schoolwork and other hobbies to keep yourself from thinking about George. But somehow, you always thought of him and how he so harshly betrayed you. No matter what you were doing, something had made you think of him. It came down to the point that you had to distance yourself from Fred, your closest friend after Angelina, because just the look of him made you think of George. That fact that your best friend had to be the identical twin of your cheating ex-boyfriend was enough to drive you mad. 

But after a few weeks of healing and distancing yourself from everything that reminded you of George, you finally decided you couldn’t let him prevent you from seeing Fred. Fred was not only George’s brother, but your friend and you were’t going to let that stop you. When you had seen him for the first time since you and George broke up, tears welled in your eyes, you missed him so much. Fred gave you the tightest hug and profusely apologized for his brother’s behavior. Fred was insistent on helping you in every way possible to move on from George; he wanted you to know that no matter what he would be there for you, no matter if it was his twin who had done the damage or not.

Fred along with the help of your other friends helped you get over George and move on. They helped you regain your confidence and have fun and you couldn’t be more grateful. Soon enough, George was the last thing on your mind. His presence in a room no longer made you sad, the mention of his name didn’t make your heart stop, and the sight of him didn’t make you miss him. You were over George Weasley; something you never thought you would be able to say.

Even though you were over George, you didn’t think that you would date someone else after four months after your break up. But funnily enough, you were. The relationship that had blossomed between you and Roger Davies started as something very innocent. You had always been friendly with Roger, but not very close. So when you had initially started studying in the library, you didn’t think it would lead to hanging out in the courtyard, to your first date to Hogsmeade, until your first kiss on the moving staircase. 

Roger was so refreshing. He was gentle and kind and shy, but he was affectionate and loved showing you how much he truly cared for you. He would be in the hallways with his friends and spot you across the way before running over to place a quick kiss on your cheek before running back to his friends. Or he would see you studying in the library alone and then immediately find the chair next to you to keep you company. It was the little things he did that made you feel so loved.

When word got to George that you and Roger started dating, he was didn’t take the news well. Unlike you, after the breakup, George wallowed in his guilt and couldn’t stop thinking about how foolish and careless he was. He cursed himself for letting he and Angelina share that kiss on that late night in the common room. He hated the fact that he let himself come back for more when he had someone like you in his fingertips. Someone who loved him fiercely and would do anything to prove their love. When Fred told him the news about you and Roger, George sat there with sad eyes and dryly gulped. “Why him?” he spoke. He was sad, angry, disappointed, jealous at the fact that Roger had just scooped you up. 

“She found someone who she cares for and who does the same,” Fred tells his twin. “You should be happy she found someone like that after how the relationship ended with you two,” he tells him as George just closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I know you miss her, George, but it’s over. You messed up.”

George just looked at his brother with the most pained look on his face. George knowing that he hurt you in a way unimaginable sat with him like a rock in his stomach. “It was the worst thing I ever did, Fred. I fucked up big time and I can’t fix it. I really can’t fix it this time,” he spoke, pools welling up in his eyes as Fred gave his brother a sympathetic gaze. “I really messed up, Fred.”

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Winter break rolled around and it would be your first holiday with Roger, but the first holiday without the Weasleys. The thought made your stomach churn. The Weasley family took you in as their own the moment they saw you. Molly and Arthur felt like a second set of parents and you were so grateful that you always had a home with them. You sadly smiled at the memories of the Burrow and the holiday season. You had spent the past four Christmases with the Weasleys and each year just got better and better. You had thought your seventh year would be the best yet, but you had to cast that thought away before you grew sadder.

Shaking away the thoughts of the Burrow, you smiled at the thought of spending the holiday with Roger and his family. You were more than nervous to meet his parents and his older brother, but Roger made it abundantly clear that his family was thrilled to meet you. “I’ve talked to my mom about you before and she is so excited to meet you. She says you sound lovely,” Roger kissed your forehead as you danced nervously around your dormitory room. 

You gave him a nervous smile. “I just really want them to like me,” you shake your hands nervously as he takes your hands in his, laugh gently at your nerves. “I’m serious, Roger. I love you and I want your parents to know how much I care for you,” you stand in between his legs as he sits on your bed.

Roger smiles and kisses your nose gently. “They’ll love you because they know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Let’s be honest, though, what’s not to love about you?” he pokes at your sides as you giggle.

And he wasn’t wrong. Roger’s family was so warm and welcoming to you. Practically the moment his mother spoke to you, you saw how kind and lovely she was and how the whole family took you in instantly. You couldn’t be more grateful to have a boyfriend who had a family that was kind and welcoming like the Weasleys. 

On the first night at Roger’s home, you laid in bed next to Roger as you played with the hem of his jumper. “My family bloody loves you,” he whispered to you with the largest smile on his face. You smiled wide and pecked his cheek. “I’m serious. You even impressed Chester and that’s not an easy feat,” he refers to his older brother. 

You beam, “Your family is wonderful. Truly. I love them already and it’s just the first night.”

“It’s only going to get better from here,” Roger wiggles his brows as you giggle before he presses his lips to yours.

When the Weasley students arrived home from Hogwarts, they were all tightly embraced by Molly Weasley who peppered each of her kids’ faces with kisses, making them all lovingly groan. “Ah! Harry, there you are,” Molly beamed as she kisses the top of Harry’s head. “Good to have you back home again, my dear,” she spoke before doing the same to Hermione’s head and giving her a tight squeeze. Molly looked around the living room, searching for something or rather someone. “Where’s (Y/N)? Georgie, did you leave her at Hogwarts as a mean prank?” she teased before noticing her son’s hollow face and everyone tense up as Molly spoke of your name like it was You Know Who. “What happened, Georgie?” she looks at her son with a stern look in her face. She knew something was very wrong and she had a bad feeling about it.

George gulps before saying, “(Y/N) and I broke up, Mum.”

Molly’s face drops with sadness before looking at Arthur whose face resembles Molly’s. “Really? Oh my dear, I’m so sorry, Georgie. (Y/N) and you seemed so happy. How did it happen?” she implores as George stiffens and Fred sighs and rubs his face.

This is the part that George Weasley was dreading; the reason why you split up. Everyone else in the room was scared for him too, Merlin’s sake. With a deep breath, George said, “Um,” and swallowed hard. “I wasn’t a good boyfriend, Mum. I betrayed her trust.”

And that’s when Molly’s face dropped into a serious expression. Molly always taught her children how to care for others and always be loyal to the ones who treat you with love. George’s behavior spoke a different story. “George Fabien Weasley,” she shook her head. “I thought you knew better,” her heart broke for you and it hurt her to know that one of her own boys did that to you. “Your father and I taught you better than that,” she told him with a disapproving look on her face.

It was all she needed to say in order to make George feel more disappointed in himself than ever. He sadly looked to Fred who gave him a sad smile. Losing you was the worst thing he’s ever done. He not only lost you, but he made his parents feel disappointed in him. You meant so much George and he threw that all away for a silly fling that he could never take back. George nervously bit down on his lip before huffing his way up the stairs, needing to be alone with his thoughts for a while. 

The Weasley siblings dispersed throughout the Burrow as they all felt the strange shift in the energy of the house. The house was feeling the weight of your absence. When everyone was in the Burrow, the home was full of life. But with you gone, it was like one piece of the puzzle was missing and wouldn’t be found. 

As George opened the door to he and Fred’s room, the memories of previous holidays flood George’s mind. The two of you laying on his bed, him on his back, you on your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair. He would steal kisses from you every now and then and poke at your sides, making you giggle wildly. George would hold you close in his arms and whisper how happy he was that you were with him. You would pepper his face in kisses, telling him how much you adored him in between pecks.

The memory made him smile as he entered the room, the more he walked in, the more memories resurfaces. He thought of the time you two watched the sunset out of his window, or the time you two laid on your back on his floor and reread a muggle book of yours, or the time he told you he loved you for the first time in the middle of the room on Christmas Eve all those years ago. 

“You alright, mate?” Fred’s voice interrupts George’s thoughts. Fred gives is brother a sad look. “I know it must be hard this time of year, George,” he puts a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “But you’ll be alright. And so will she.” George shakes his head sadly. “Listen, George, even though what you did was still very wrong, you’re my brother and I love you. I’m here for you.”

George gives his brother a sad smile and shakes his head as if to say thank you. He looks Fred in the eyes and just shakes his head, “I want the best for her, Freddie. I want to be the best for her.” George has tears in his eyes and chokes lightly on his words.

Fred’s heart hurts for his brother. George rarely cried in front of Fred, he usually liked to be alone if he was going to cry. He didn’t like Fred seeing him upset. But this was too much for George to hide. Fred holds his brother’s arms and speaks, “I know, George. I know. But right now, what’s best for her is space. You both need to be away from each other. That’s what’s best for both of you.”

That made George realize that his brother was very right. As much as he hated to believe that you two couldn’t be together, George knew it was true. And he would have to be okay with that.  

[taetaespeaches]

“I could never want less of you.”

hoseok x reader (or oc) genre: angst; fluff word count: 3.3K

a/n: Ok, I’m giggling because this was supposed to be much angstier than what it turned out to be lmao. But like, it’s Hobi and Petal, they just work shit out, idk lol. Anyways, these two are taking a big step in their relationship and it brings out some stress and insecurities and it leads to an argument that is really patched up very quickly lol. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

SITTING at the kitchen island, you scrolled through the photos displayed on your laptop screen of a seemingly perfect apartment that was currently available. The location was conveniently placed in close proximity to both yours and Hoseok’s workplaces, the apartment was stunning, and the building was safe and secure. It appeared to be exactly what you and your boyfriend were looking for.

It was a month ago when you and Hoseok decided you should move in together. He practically already lived at your place anyway, you loved having each other around, and you absolutely planned on spending the rest of your lives together. Finding a new place together felt right.

Bookmarking the page, you wrote down the realtor’s name and number and noted a few details about the living space. Clicking onto another apartment, tapping your pen on the notebook, your front door opened, the sound drawing your eyes to see Hoseok kicking his shoes off before meeting your gaze.

“Hey, Petal,” he gave you a small smile, his eyes darting to your hand that was tapping the pen repeatedly.

“Hi, Sunshine,” you grinned before turning back to the screen to pull up the perfect apartment once again. “Guess what I found,” you said excitedly, Hoseok humming as he approached you. As he peered over your shoulder at the screen, you gestured to the laptop with a playful, “ta-da!”

“Oh, an apartment?” He questioned.

“I really like it, look,” you started, Hoseok already losing focus as he took a step away from you.

“Petal, I just got home,” he pointed out, you turning to look at him, inspecting his features. Your heart dropped at the apprehension displayed in his expression. Throughout the past week, your boyfriend had been acting less and less interested in apartment hunting, and you were beginning to take it personally.

When you and Hoseok first decided to move in together, he was the one who suggested it, stating that he couldn’t wait to have a shared space with you.

Lying in bed together, your nude forms pressed together in a post-sex cuddle, you dragged your finger across his chest as he soothed his knuckles up and down the curve of your hip.

“I missed you,” he spoke softly into the moonlit room, the illumination pouring in through the bedroom window.

“Did you miss me or my bedroom skills?” You teased, Hobi chuckling as his hand moved to tickle your side, you squirming against him until you rolled on top of him, resting your chin on his chest. “I missed you too,” you admitted before bringing your finger to his nose, tapping it gently with a “boop”.

“Your apartment is too far from the studio and dorm when the schedule is packed,” he complained with a slight whine. He had been upset all week that he hadn’t been able to see you due to your hectic new job and his demanding idol schedule with a comeback in the works. “Six days is too long,” he added.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to the dorm to visit,” you apologized, the man instantly shaking his head.

“No, our places are just too far apart,” he pointed out. “I couldn’t get over here either.”

With your eyes raking over his face, you huffed. “My apartment is too far from everything now,” you thought aloud. “It was good for university but now my job is closer to where you’re at and it just doesn’t really make sense to be living clear out here.”

“Are you thinking of moving?” He asked, his eyes widened.

“I don’t know,” you pondered. “Maybe?”

Your boyfriend nodded slowly, watching you carefully. Inspecting his expression, you knew there was something on his mind. “What is it?” You questioned him, the man smiling in response at being caught in thought.

“Well,” he started nervously, you staring at him curiously. “You’re thinking of moving,” he added, you humming in confirmation, “and well, I’ve been thinking of my life with you. Our future,” he clarified.

“Hobi,” you realized, making him smile wider.

“Would you want to move in together, Petal?” He asked, you holding back your smile as you stared at him.

“You’re not just suggesting this because I might want to move, are you?” You asked, Hobi quickly shaking his head. “Because this is a big decision, it can’t just be made out of convenience,” you added, your boyfriend chuckling as he tried to cut in. “Like we need to actually want this,” you continued, Hoseok smiling even wider.

Calling your name to get your attention, you stopped talking to appreciate the grin spread across his face. “I actually want this, Petal,” he assured you. “I’ve wanted it, I plan on spending my life with you, I obviously want to live with you.”

The words circled your mind for a moment before a smile broke out on your face. “I want this too,” you agreed easily. “Of course I do,” you added, more telling yourself than him. “I hate not having you here in the evening,” you realized suddenly.

“So, yes? Are we moving in together in?” He asked for clarification, you scrunching your nose at him, the man letting out a cute scream in excitement, you laughing in amusement of him. “Omg, you have champagne in the kitchen,” he realized, gently rolling you off him as he ran out of the bedroom butt ass naked to retrieve the celebratory drink, only to return a second later.

“Did you forget something?” You asked through your giggles, the man nodding.

“This,” he said just before kissing you hard and passionately, pouring every ounce of love he had for you into the action. The champagne could wait.

However, as time went on, Hoseok seemed to become anti-enthusiastic about the very real apartment hunt, and it made you worry he only liked the idea in theory. When put into action, he seemed to be changing his mind.

When you turned back to the screen, Hoseok sighed, noticing your dejection. “Ok, show me,” he started, moving closer to you as you shook your head, minimizing the tab as you pulled up your email, shifting focus as you continued tapping your pen against the notebook. “Petal,” he called out.

“No,” you said simply, not wanting to get into the fight that was inevitably on its way.

“Will you please just show me the apartment?” He asked, an annoyance in his tone. Scoffing at him, you continued tapping the pen against the notebook, Hoseok focusing in on the steady rhythm as you scrolled through the pointless junk emails. “Stop tapping that,” he suddenly spoke, you dropping the pen as you pushed your stool away from the counter.

Standing, you began to walk away, pushing past Hoseok only for him to reach for your hand. You let him take it, turning to look him in the eye.

“I don’t want you to look at the apartment because you feel like you have to, I want you to look at it because you want to, because you’re excited about living together, because-”

“I am excited,” he insisted, you rolling your eyes as you pulled your hand from his. “What?”

“Do you think I’m stupid? You’ve acted bothered every time I’ve brought up apartments to you for the past week,” you pointed out, Hoseok huffing as he watched you walk further into the kitchen. “Is it me?”

“What? No. Is what you?” He asked in concern and confusion, you staring at him as your heart pounded in your chest.

“Do you not want to live with me? Is that why you’re not excited?” You asked, holding back the emotions that were bubbling to the surface.

“I do want to live with you, there is not a single bit of truth in that entire thought process, so stop,” he told you firmly, you shrugging. “I’m just tired,” he defended his recent lack of interest, you shaking your head.

“Don’t blame whatever is happening on tiredness, I know you better than that,” you informed him, the man looking at you guiltily. “You went from being really enthusiastic about the whole process and loving every apartment to nitpicking the apartments over small things to completely avoiding looking at the apartments at all,” you continued. “Something is happening.”

The man simply stared at you for a moment, you biting your bottom lip as you tried conceal the tears that were quickly working their way to the surface. Instead of speaking, he looked to the laptop, placing his fingers on the track pad.

“Don’t,” you told him, closing the laptop, Hoseok moving his hand out of the way just before you shut it completely. “What is going on?” You asked him desperately, the tears pricking your eyes as they gathered along your bottom lash line. Sighing, he looked down at the pen. “Hoseok.”

“The pen tapping,” he whispered, you glaring at him in confusion.

“What?”

Looking up to meet your gaze, he noticed the tears, his face dropping at the realization that you were nearly crying because of him. “You tap your pen whenever you’re focusing on something,” he said, furthering your confusion.

“Ok?” You questioned. “So you don’t want to live with me because I tap my pen?” You asked, the man letting out a huff of air as he shook his head, you wiping your face with the back of your hand.

“No,” he spoke in a fragile voice. “I love when you do it. It’s cute and it’s how I know you’ve lost yourself in thought.” His own emotions began taking over as he tightened his jaw.

“What the fuck is happening, what are you saying?” You questioned in frustration, not understanding the point he was attempting to make.

“People say that the small things you love about a person sometimes become the stuff that drive a wedge between you,” he explained, you staring at him in disbelief.

“Seriously?” You questioned, your boyfriend scoffing at your judgmental tone.

“Just forget it,” he dismissed, turning his face away from you to wipe his eyes.

“No, let me get this straight,” you continued, Hoseok looking back at you with a glare. “You think our relationship is so fragile that being locked in a shared living space with me as I’m tapping my pen will be the ruination of us?” You asked him coldly. “That’s what you’re saying?”

“Jesus christ,” he complained, waving you off. “What I’m saying is that I’m scared,” he admitted. “It’s a big change and I’m scared that all the weird little things about me that you love now are going to end up being the things you hate.”

A small sob escaped your lips at the realization that he wasn’t concerned about him falling out of love with you, but rather you losing feelings for him. “Hoseok, do you understand how much I love you?”

“Yes,” he told you as a tear slid down his cheek. “But I also know how fiercely independent you are and I’m worried that with too much time with me, you’ll realize you want less of me,” he told you, revealing the insecurities he had been hiding away.

“But that’s so ridiculous,” you told him, the man shrugging. “Hoseok-” you started just as your phone rang, cutting you off. Your boyfriend looked at the device that sat next to your laptop.

“It’s your work,” he told you, you sighing.

“It can wait,” you told him, Hoseok shaking his head. “No, we’re not done,” you added, your boyfriend holding the phone out to you.

“The job is new, you need to answer this,” he told you, you shaking your head stubbornly. Pressing answer for you, he gestured to the phone, you huffing and cocking your head at him, taking the phone and bringing it to your ear. Sniffling, you greeted your coworker on the other side of the call.

Hoseok walked out of the kitchen, your eyes following his every step, you listening intently as he moved about the apartment. When the shower started, you tried to focus on the call, taking the opportunity to take care of your work while he was occupied. However, you couldn’t care less about the work issue when you knew your boyfriend, who was just feet away, was so scared of you losing feelings for him. Hoseok and his worries consumed every corner of your mind, making you resort to hums and one-word answers to the fellow employee on the phone.

By the time he stepped out of the shower and entered the bedroom, your work call had ended, you instead sitting back at the island as you looked through the photos of the perfect apartment over and over. How could he not know that you’ve pictured your future with the man since your first date? Your love wasn’t so frail that your feelings would just simply go away.

You not so patiently awaited his return to the kitchen to continue the previous discussion, but he never appeared. After about five minutes, you picked the laptop up and made your way to the bedroom, quietly peeking your head inside to find Hoseok underneath he covers in bed, his back turned to the door.

Despite the tension and the leftover frustration, the concern and hurt, you felt nothing but relief in that moment. Watching as his body rose up and down slightly in accordance to the inhales and exhales that entered and left his sleeping frame, you were just thankful that he was there. You always wanted him there.

Stepping into the room, you placed the laptop on your bedside table before crawling under the sheets, and turning toward your lover. You could only see the side of his face, but he looked peaceful as he slept. You were with him. Through all of it, whatever may come. And the knowledge that he questioned that was enough to elicit tears as you draped your arm around his waist, holding yourself tightly to him as you rested your cheek against his shoulder blade, matching the air that entered and left his lungs as he breathed in and out.

The man stirred at your touch, his hand finding yours that rested at the center of his abdomen, his larger one enclosing over yours.

“I don’t know how to assure you, but I’m just so happy you’re here right now,” you told him through your tears, the man immediately turning in your embrace to face you at the sound of your emotions.

“Petal,” he frowned, you hugging him tightly as you buried your face in his chest.

“I love you so much, I need you to feel it,” you cried to him, your boyfriend pressing his lips to the top of your head comfortingly.

“I do,” he promised. “It’s just a big step, I got overwhelmed.”

“I don’t always express myself as much as I should, but I need you to understand that my love for you is the most sincere and intense mix of emotions I’ve ever had the pleasure of feeling and I don’t ever plan on letting you go,” you told him in a surprise verbal confession that neither of you expected to leave your lips. “I love you, Jung Hoseok,” you told him, lifting your face from his chest to look him in the eye, no shame, no embarrassment present. “Thank you for being here,” you told him genuinely. “I always want you here.”

The man leaned his head toward you to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, you leaning into the touch. “I know that,” he whispered against your skin. “I do, I promise I do,” he assured you. “And I don’t want to be anywhere else than right here right now.” You sighed in relief, Hobi’s lips curving into a smile against your head. “Except maybe in our shared apartment,” he added, you giggling lightly at the comment.

“I know it’s overwhelming,” you told him. “I’m nervous for it too, but I’m sure of us.” Hoseok’s smiling lips pressed a few more kisses to your forehead quickly before he pulled away to look at you.

“I am too,” he nodded.

“Good,” you told him with a small smile. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“I’m glad you did,” he chuckled.

Inspecting his sleepy features, you brought your hand to his face to run your finger along his cheek purposelessly. “How tired are you?” You asked.

“Why do you ask?” He questioned back, smiling fondly at your smirk.

“Can I show you the apartment?” You asked in a hopeful tone, Hoseok’s grin widening as he sat up quickly, nodding happily.

“Please, I really want to see it,” he told you, you wiggling in excitement before sitting up with him and reaching for the laptop.

“Ok, it’s located perfectly between your studio and my office, and it has a small little deck area, and the floors are hardwood, and omg it has a bathtub,” you ranted on, pulling the computer onto your lap. “Oh and wait until you see this fucking closet it’s mass-” you were cut off by Hoseok placing a finger to your chin, turning you toward him to immediately place his lips to yours, you easily kissing him back.

Your lips worked flawlessly against one another’s, his soft and warm as always. Pulling away from you, he beamed in utter adoration, you grinning shyly. “I really cannot wait to live with you,” he told you.

“Me too,” you agreed simply, back to your short words with big meaning. “And I could never want less of you,” you told him, the man’s gaze softening at your assurance. “Plus,” you added, intriguing your boyfriend. “If I ever get sick of you, I’ll just tell BigHit to send you on a worldwide tour,” you teased, Hoseok playfully scoffing in feigned disbelief.

“You’re so mean,” he joked, kissing your cheek repeatedly, you giggling at the action.

“You’re so obnoxious,” you retorted happily.

“I know,” he grinned, pecking your lips softly. “Now show me this thing,” he told you, gesturing to the laptop.

“Ok,” you turned to the screen, clicking on the first image. “We could have a little garden here,” you told him, “and oh my god, look, we could put a little bed here for Mickey so he can bask in the sun.”

As you went through the photos excitedly, explaining your vision to him, he could see everything vividly. Waking up and walking into the kitchen to see you dancing around to music as the coffee brewed. Cuddling on the couch with you as you both attempted to watch yet another horror movie, only getting five minutes in before you both called it quits, turning on an animated film instead. On the rare days he got home before you, he would cook you dinner at that stovetop and when you came in and greeted him gratefully, you’d sit at the kitchen island and you’d tell each other about your days. On lazy Sundays, he could see you sitting on the deck area reading a book, Mickey in your lap as you read aloud to the little pup.

Every room, every space, he could see your lives happening.

“Can you call the realtor in the morning?” He suddenly asked as you explained the specifications of the apartment.

“You want me to?” You asked, looking toward him, meeting his smile with your own.

“I love it,” he told you, you scrunching your nose before discarding the laptop to the bottom of the bed, promptly crawling onto your boyfriend’s lap as you kissed all around his face in excitement and happiness.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you repeated between kisses, the man giggling as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I love you so much, Petal,” he replied. “I love our life.”

He truly did. And he loved your future. No matter what it brought, he already loved it. Because it was yours, together.

[loserholland]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲

Pairing ➺ Spencer Reid x SSA!Reader

Warning ➺ None really, just flashbacks to episodes from season 7 

Word Count ➺  6,408

Summary ➺  When the Reader needs a date to her sister’s wedding, Spencer volunteers to be her date.

A/N ➺ Please enjoy! Maybe I’ll do a part two, who knows! But the bold text are the readers thoughts (:

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“Shots!” 

Garcia shouted as she placed a the tray onto the table of the booth, it had been one hell of a long week and they finally had a free night. And with a free night meant head to the local bar make it one hell of a night.

Everyone reached for a shot glass whereas Reid raised his glass of Arnold Palmer.

The bar was slightly packed, mostly by FBI agents, the sound of music plus the amount of chatter in the club brought a smile to everyone’s faces. It’s been a while since they had gone to the bar as a team.

The booth was filled with laughter, the team had been talking about anything and everything, passing around jokes about one another.

Originally it was supposed to be a girls night, but the boys had begged that they allow we allow them to join. Well Rossi and Morgan were the ones who pleaded and insisted on dragging Reid and Hotch along.

(Y/N) felt her phone vibrate causing her to bring it out of her pocket wondering who was texting her at this time.

𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦?

She groaned loudly reaching for another shot placing her phone face down on the table. Morgan raised his brows lightly noticing her sudden mood change.

“What’s up with you (Y/L/N)?”

(Y/N) leaned back into the booth drawing out a long sigh before answering “Nothing, my sister was just asking who’s my date to her wedding which is next week.” 

Rossi chuckled lightly before asking, “Who’s the lucky fellow?”

Yeah that’s the thing

There was no lucky fellow.

“Funny story..”

The team had just gotten back from Atlantic city. It was one of those cases where Hotch had given the team a long weekend off.

(Y/N) sighed lightly opening the door to her apartment kicking her boots off as she entered and locking the door behind her. Shrugging her coat off and placing it on the coat rack, she walked over to the kitchen placing the stacks of mail she had gotten before coming upstairs. 

After one hell of a week, she opened a new bottle of red wine and poured it into a glass before heading into her room for a nice hot bath.Once she was done relaxing she headed back into the kitchen, sorting through her mail till she stumbled upon a wedding invitation.

𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗥𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁 (𝗬/𝗟/𝗡)

“𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘴”

“𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴”

“Are you bringing a date?” (Y/N) mumbled to herself as she read the options to check off, of course only Scarlet would want to include that.

Not, number attending but are you bringing a date. Letting out a deep sigh her eyes gaze over to the pictures scattered over the fridge. (Y/N) was the second oldest of four siblings. She was the one out of four siblings to not be:

One- Married

Two-Soon to be married

and Three

Recently engaged.

Without thinking, she grabbed a pen and checked off to where we are now.

Morgan bursted into a fit of laugher before saying in between breathes “So, what I’m hearing is you don’t have a date?”

She glared at Morgan sticking her tongue out at him like a five year old child. It was already bad enough that every time she goes home to visit her family will ask: “Found anyone special?”

“Yeah, I don’t.”

It was a simple mistake, and well that simple mistake left her with no date. The last thing she wanted was to text her sister, “I actually have no date lmao.” because if that were to happen bridezilla would make quite the show. And she’d also never hear the end of that. Now, she has a week to find a date. That can’t be that hard right? Just who?

Morgan could barley catch his breath, (Y/N) kicked his ankle in annoyance “It’s not funny Derek! All I hear from my aunts are, oh you’ll find someone sweetie or you’re getting order you’ll find someone soon enough!” she leaned her head against the wall continuing to glare at Morgan.

“I could be your date.” Spencer spoke up trying to ease the tension that filled the booth.

Emily used her foot to nudge (Y/N) leg, she glared at the woman sitting across from her who wore an amused smile. (Y/N) glanced over at Penelope and JJ who also had the same expression on their face.

His brows furrowed, he didn’t see anything wrong with what he offered so- why was everyone staring?

“What? I-It was a suggestion.. that’s all.” His nose crinkled as he spoke pressing his lips into a thin line focusing his attention to the table in front of him.

Spencer may have an IQ of 187, and (Y/N) may be the youngest and second smartest of the team. These two are blind. Literally blind. It was quite obvious that boy wonder and miss.young and beautiful (well said from the one and only Penelope Garcia) have feelings for one another. 

If there was someone who can talk Spencer down, to get him to bring his walls down, it was (Y/N). Just a few months ago when everyone found out that Emily was in fact alive and not dead, everyone was happy that she was alive but that also came with being questioned by the Senate Committee for our retaliatory action.

But before Emily had came back everyone was dealing with her death differently.

There are five stages of grief:

Denial

Anger

Bargaining

Depression

Acceptance

With those five stages, everyone deals with their emotions differently. (Y/N) and Garcia did as much as they could to honor Emily’s name. Whereas Morgan felt guilty, telling himself he if he were there a second early he could’ve saved her. Spencer took it the hardest, he had gone to JJ’s house crying for almost 10 weeks.

Now with Emily back, the team felt back to normal. Well, some what back to normal. We had been called to Oklahoma, and it wouldn’t be a lie to say Spencer was not Spencer adding into the conversation or throwing in "Did you know.. facts”

He was quiet, distant.

“It’s too late alright!”

“Reid?” Emily spoke only watching as walked away.

(Y/N) looked at Hotch before saying “I’ll go talk to him.” giving her a nod of approval she grabbed one of the car keys and headed out towards Spencer.

Running out she watched as he continued to walk away, “Spencer!” she shouted yet no response.

“Spencer Walter Reid!”

Nothing

“Reid!”

The nearly 6’1 genius continued to walk away ignoring your calls. 

“Hey loverboy! I am talking to you! You know I don’t like being ignored!”

Spencer stopped in his tracks throwing his head back lightly “I don’t want to talk.” he spoke without turning around.

The heels of her boots clicked against the sidewalk once she was next to him she linked her arm with his pulling him towards one of the SUVS.

“Who said I wanted to talk? What if I wanted to get some coffee.”

Luckily there was a coffee shop that was a few blocks down the road, the car ride was silent- comfortable silence. (Y/N) never pushed Spencer to talk, she waited patiently for him to bring it up on his own.

In which, he did.

“I cried.. for ten weeks (Y/N).. ten weeks back to back.”

His voice barley above a whisper.

(Y/N) brought her right hand forward taking ahold of his left giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Spencer, Hotch and JJ kept Emily safe. The less people knew that Emily was alive, the better because Doyle was still out there. If he found out Emily was still alive, he would’ve gone after not only Emily but the rest of the team as well. Trust me, it’s odd to have Emily back I mean we ‘buried’ her for christ sakes. But she’s here, with us again. Not six feet. under. I can’t speak for JJ but, I know she never meant to intentionally hurt your feelings or make you feel vulnerable. We were bound to find out sooner or later Spence.”

Truth be told, (Y/N) hated seeing Spencer sad and angry. Something she never saw all that often but knew him being sad made her feel sad.

They had spent an hour an a half in the coffee shop, now they were walking back into the station. Slowly Spencer had opened up more, she let him go uninterrupted allowing him to speak as she listened.

“Thank you by the way.”

(Y/N) smiled nudging him with her elbow, “Anytime loverboy.”

-

"Look at pretty boy go!” Morgan chuckled raising his enclosed fist towards Spencer who awkwardly fist bumped him back. She watched as he pursed his lip his gaze fixed on his drink avoiding eye contact with the rest of the team and especially (Y/N).

Hotch sighed lightly glancing at his phone before giving Rossi a nod, “I better get going, I don’t want Jessica to stay too late. Have a nice weekend guys, I don’t want to see any of you at the office.” 

It was just fifteen minutes past eleven and everyone was ready to head home and call it a night. Stepping out of the nearly now packed bar greeted by the cool air of Washington D.C. They had bid their goodbyes and headed to their cars. 

All she could think about was what Spencer had said, “I could be your date.” I mean, there is no problem with him being her date right? Beside the fact that you have a huge fat third grade crush on boy genius. 

Once she got home she kicked off her boots padding over to the kitchen for a glass of water placing her belongings on her couch. A loud ding echoed throughout her apartment, it may be her sister again wondering who her date is.

Grabbing her phone out of her purse the notification flashed across the screen:

A message from Scarlet. Swiping her thumb across the screen unlocking her phone to read the message.

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰? 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦?

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦?

𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭?

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰?

𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

𝘗𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦!

“Love you too whore.” (Y/N) mumbled placing her phone onto the coffee table walking away to her room to get changed. Another loud ding caught her attention, “I thought she was going to sleep?” (Y/N) thought to herself.

Instead it was a message from Emily.

𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘴! 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦!!

Plopping herself onto her couch running her fingers through her hair.

He’s awake right? I mean it’s only twelve-fifteen? She held her phone in her hand tapping it lightly against her thigh contemplating whether or not to call him. 

“Just call him.” she mumbled to herself

Her family didn’t have any problems with Spencer. The one thing she’ll never forget is when he had told you father "The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss." The look on your fathers face was priceless.

Besides that her family had no problems with Spencer. They just describe him as being bit awkward and rambles on about well anything. It’s almost been four years since she joined the BAU. She was lucky enough to join at the age of twenty-three. And she’s been with them ever since.

When (Y/N) first joined the team Jason Gideon had just recently retired and David Rossi had returned voluntarily. You know that new kid feeling? New school, fresh faces, no friends? Yeah, that was the was her current feeling.

(Y/N) had barley gotten any sleep the night before. She felt anxious, tossing and turning the almost the entire night only to get about three hours of sleep. She had gotten up thirty minutes before her alarm, and had gotten there thirty minutes early.

Now she was currently sitting in SSA Aaron Hotchner’s office. You’ve heard many amazing things about his team, they are truly one of the best. Brushing her hands against her skirt for what felt like the hundredth time.

Pull yourself together, there’s nothing to be worried about.

“Agent (Y/L/N), would you like to meet the team?” Hotch spoke, (Y/N) turned her attention to the door giving him a nod of approval. Standing from her seat she followed him into the conference room.

“You’ll be fine.”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly, “Sorry, I’m just extremely nervous.” he smiled lightly opening the door to the conference room, the only person she knew was David Rossi, the BAU wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Gideon and Rossi.

“SSA (Y/L/N), this is SSA-”

“David Rossi, I’ve read your books and they are magnificent.” Rossi chuckled lightly sticking his hand out for her to shake in which (Y/N) gladly shook. She had just met one of the greatest profilers of all time.

(Y/N) looked up at Hotch before quickly apologizing “This is SSA Prentiss.” The beautiful raven haired woman smiled “Emily, nice to meet you.” moving to the man standing next to her “SSA Morgan.” he smiled shaking her hand “Derek.”

“(Y/N).” she replied.

“Our Communications Liaison Jennifer Jareau.”

“You can call me JJ.”

“Our tech analysis Penelope Garcia.”

Finally, the last person whom she had grown closes too.

“And Doctor Spencer Reid.”

That was your team. And they were more welcoming than you thought they would be, they were your second family. If you guys weren’t on a case, you’d be at the bar raking up Rossi’s tab. You were able to talk to them about almost anything, if you needed time off Hotch understood.

The first year she had worked with the team, they were very welcoming. Hotch had partnered you with Spencer most of the time, either you two would check out the M.E or stay back at the police department. It was safe to say it was a bit awkward at first when you were partnered with Spencer. But, she wouldn’t have wanted to be partnered with anyone else.

“Hello?”

Shit! He’s awake. Wait, when did I call him up?

“(Y/N)?”

Say something, he knows you’re on the other end of the line.

“Are you okay?’

Are you having a stroke right now? Say something!

“H-hi, sorry to bother you so late.”

It was fifteen minutes to one, did it really take me almost thirty minutes to call him?

“It’s fine, just getting a little bit of reading in. Did you need something?”

She bit the bottom of her lip getting up from her seat on her couch, just say it! Tell him you’d love to have him as a date.

“If your offer still stands.. I’d love to have you be my date.” she paced around her living room. Please say yes, this would be totally awkward if you said no but- you did offer to be my date?

Spencer smiled widely “Yes! I-I mean of course, I mean- I’d love to accompany you.” though (Y/N) couldn’t see him she knew he had his hand covered over his eyes mentally curing at himself.

“Great! I’ll text you the details tomorrow? Thank you again Spencer, I appreciate it.” 

“Y-yeah cool cool, um good night, sleep tight.. don’t let the bed bugs bite.” 

He could be such a dork sometimes. A cute dork. Rambling on until someone says something or he’d catch himself and apologize. Usually the team would exchange looks but, you’d sit there listening intently. It’s amazing that someone so young has already three PhD’s and as the genius said himself “I just keep getting PhD’s”

“Good night loverboy.”

Spencer had his nicknames, from Pretty boy, boy wonder, kid, doc etc.

Loverboy however, kinda just slipped. They had been working a case and Spencer was deep in his thoughts, she had been trying to get his attention for the last five minutes. When she had said it, he cheeks were painted a deep shade of red. Ever since then, the nickname just stuck.

(Y/N) tossed her phone onto the couch squealing loudly, surely enough she knew one of her neighbors would file a complaint against her but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the fact that Spencer Reid was her wedding date, and she couldn’t be more excited.

-

The entertainment capital of the world

Sin city

Fabulous Las Vegas.

Home to Spencer and (Y/N), the two were going to be staying with her parents since they live the closes to the venue. The drive to her parents house meant passing by her high school, and without a doubt she knew Spencer would have something to say.

“Isn’t that your old high school?” 

She glanced at Spencer for a short moment before answering, “Yup, class of 2003.”

About a month ago the team had gone to Boise,Idaho where a serial killer is murdering the survivors of a high school massacre that took place exactly ten years earlier. Hotch had sent (Y/N) and Spencer to examine the crime scene. 

“The unsub has to be tied to the school somehow. Maybe a current student, alumni, or a family member who lost someone?” (Y/N) mumbled as she scanned the crime scene 

“It could be a Slade groupie celebrating his hero. He taped nails to the exterior of the bomb. Specifically to rip open flesh-” Spencer spoke turning his head slightly to see (Y/N) examining the various pieces of nails.

“That’s a Slade detail of Slade’s the unsub copied.”

“Except he tricked Givens into blowing himself up.A groupie probably wouldn’t show that much self-control.” (Y/N) pointed out her eyes looked from the ground to the ceiling.

“But someone with an ax to grind against the principal would. Maybe he’s a surrogate for the tormenters in high school he can’t punish...” he examined the photos he held in his hands, “who were yours?”

(Y/N) chuckled reaching forward to touch the piece of nail in the wall, “I don’t even remember.” she mumbled.

Spencer raised his brow in confusion, “You don’t even remember?” his voice filled with disbelief. He stepped forward still stuck on the subject, “Wait, were you one of the mean girls?”

She turned around in surprise her eyes widened at his question, “What? No!” Okay maybe there were some people she was a bit rude to. That only being her  younger brother who was a freshmen when she was a senior.

“Track star with a full ride scholarship to UNR and was accepted by many universities, one of the valedictorians of her class, and the student body president? That not only screams popular but you could’ve been one of the mean girls!”

(Y/N) gasped loudly walking past Spencer to get to the other side of the room, “Could’ve been, I was actually one of the nice popular girls! I was even friends with guys like you!” 

“Guys like me? I'll have you know that my social standing increased once I started winning at basketball.“ now that was hard to believe.

“Spencer Reid playing basketball no way.” (Y/N) snickered causing Spencer to press his lips into a thin line, “Okay, I coached basketball. I broke down the opposing team's shooting strategy.” Now that sound more like Spencer.

“Is that why Morgan kicked you out of the pool last week?“ Rossi held a BBQ last Sunday, inviting the entire team over and Spencer and Derek were going at it in the pool bickering with one another.

“Yeah. Took him three rounds to realize I was hustling him.”

(Y/N) pulled into the driveway shifting the gear into park, she turned slightly to face Spencer. “Spence.” she whispered, he turned his head in confusion. Spencer had met her family, but he was about to meet MORE of them. As much as she loved them to death, they could be a little too much.

“First off, I wanna say thank you so much for being my date. Second, my family.. they are loud and can get very.. touchy? If you feel uncomfortable in any given moment please tell me because I don’t want you to think you made a mistake by coming.” He gave her a warm smile, placing his hand over her’s.

“(Y/N/N)!” a voice shouted causing (Y/N) to jump slightly pulling her attention away from Spencer. Her mother smiled happily, she was beyond excited to hear that (Y/N) was bringing Spencer as her date. The two exited the car retrieving their luggage from the trunk. 

“Hey mom!” (Y/N) shouted as she closed the trunk watching as Spencer waved hello to her mother.

“Hi Mrs.(Y/L/N).” 

“Oh Spencer! How have you been? Come in get settled Steven and I are treating you two to dinner tonight!” She watched as her mother followed Spencer into the house, it would be an understatement if I said my mom loved Spencer.

I mean who wouldn’t?

Later that night when they had gone out to dinner they just so happened to run into one of her family members that every so gladly invited themselves to dinner. 

And the immediate question was, “So (Y/N), who’s this?” that lead to a somewhat awkward dinner. You know how everyone has that one favorite cousin? Then there was that one cousin that was a tattle-tale and much of a show off? That was the cousin that was at dinner tonight. 

“This is Doctor. Spencer Reid, he’s my partner. I-I mean the partner on my team, a-

“So what I’m hearing is you’re single?” Gwen questioned causing (Y/N) to gasp lightly watching as Spencer shifted in his seat “Um- well yeah but-” his voice had gone up a couple octaves. Drawing his hand away from the table watching as Gwen’s cheeks tinted a deep red.

“Gwen quit it, you’re making him uncomfortable!” (Y/N) snapped annoyed with her cousin’s behavior. This was the last thing she wanted Spencer to feel, uncomfortable. She didn’t want Spencer to think he made a mistake, before she could say anymore he glanced at her for a second before whispering “It’s okay.” If only she could strangle Gwen right here, right now. The table was filled with awkward silence, (Y/N) mother chuckled lightly before quickly changing the subject “So, who’s ready for tomorrow?”

-

The only thing (Y/N) always looked forward to was the reception. Her least favorite part was the ceremony where most of her family members would be asking her one too many questions. She had spent half of her morning mentally preparing herself for what’s to come today. What she was not prepared for was the suit Spencer had worn, well the velvet suit jacket to be exact. It had matched perfectly with the red dress she had worn.

Spencer sat with (Y/N) siblings watching as she chased around her niece and nephews, “I’m gonna get you!” she shouted causing her niece to squeal loudly running father away from her aunt. (Y/N) had always gotten along with kids, they’d easily adjust to her. When they had cases dealing with kids, it would either be Spencer, JJ, or (Y/N) to be the ones to talk to them.

“Remind me, the next time Garcia tries to get me to go to a shoe sale I need to say no.” (Y/N) spoke in between breaths settling next to Spencer, Wonderful tonight began to play bringing almost everyone to the dance floor. She took ahold of his hand dragging him up from his seat, “Spence we need to join them!” 

The sound of his heart beat was music to her ears, beating softly. The feeling of being so close to him, left butterflies in her stomach. It felt so, domestic? It’s not an everyday thing to dance with Spencer Reid.

“Do you see yourself having kids some day?”

(Y/N) pulled her head away from his chest looking up at him with a raised brow. That was a bit out of the blue.

“Just the way you interact with your niece and nephews, you’re good with kids. i’ve noticed that when we work on cases dealing with kids. you’re patient with them.” Spencer glanced down at her, she looks so beautiful.

(Y/N) sighed lightly before answering, “Yeah, ideally... I want to have kids by the time I’m thirty and well, I have three more years to make that happen.”

Spencer hummed at her response allowing (Y/N) to continue.

“My parents... they had told my siblings and I that I would be the first to have kids, and well-“

Her eyes gaze over to her older sister whom was the first to have kids, her beautiful niece and nephew. Seated at the same table her brother whom was recently engaged and his fiancée awaiting their first child.

And now her younger sister wouldn’t be too far behind.

“I’m not a profiler, but aren’t those two completely oblivious about their feelings for one another?” Isabelle commented watching as her sister dance with her date.

“That’s what I was thinking the entire time! The FBI should hire us, we’re good!” Cole exaggerated lifting his hand for Isabelle to high-five.

(Y/N) turned her attention away from her siblings back to look at Spencer. If only she could hear her siblings conversation.

“I’m gonna be the last to get married.” she said with a light chuckle.

There was no one to blame, i mean at this point she was married to her job and she knew the pros and cons. But there’s still time for her, time to find someone, to have kids.

“What about you doc? Do you want little geniuses?”

Spencer sighed lightly moving his right hand that was resting on her waist taking ahold of her left, spinning her around.

He held her hand for a moment swaying the two from side to side, “Of course, as much as I love being a godfather.. I wanna have kids of my own. An entire soccer team as one may say.”

That was something the two had in common, being a godparent. (Y/N) loved spoiling her goddaughter, even before she was asked to be the godmother.

(Y/N) giggled at his response, any woman would be lucky enough to have a child with Spencer. He’d make a wonderful father, he’d be ever so patient with his little boy or girl.

“Well your future wife is in for it.”

He felt a slight tug on his suit jacket, he looked down to see (Y/N) niece Lyrical, “I wanna dance.” the four year old said moreover demanded.

(Y/N) gasped lightly before letting go of Spencer’s right hand and moved to wrap her arms around him.

“No he’s mine.” she joked sticking her tug out at the four year old.

If he was standing in front of a mirror right now, he’d be as red as a tomato.

“No! My boyfriend!” Lyrical huffed wrapping her chubby arms around her chest with a pout. That was something Lyrical basically established during prior visits.

Whenever they’d have cases in Vegas the night before they leave the team goes to hangout with (Y/N) family. Her second family meeting her well family

(Y/N) drew back her arms from him as she looked between Spencer and her niece, “So- who’s it gonna be loverboy?”

Spencer hummed at her question before picking up Lyrical causing her to giggle lightly wrapping her arms around his neck swaying from side to side.

She held onto him, her fingers slightly tugged at the back of his hair. (Y/N) smiled, the warm fuzzy feeling she felt earlier was back again.

If Spencer’s first born child is a girl, she’d have him wrapped around her fingers before she was born.

She walked up to her niece peppering kisses onto her chubby cheeks earning a burst of laughter, the song changed into a more upbeat rhythm causing almost everyone to come to the dance floor.

“So, who was going to tell me they were dating?” Scarlet questioned, walking over to sit at the same table her siblings were seated. Isabelle snorted reaching for the glass of water in front of her.

“Why would we? They aren’t dating.. yet.” Cole answered sarcastically earning a slap to the back of his head. He glared at his younger sister, “I answered your question why did you have to hit me!” Scarlet shrugged lightly taking a sip from her champagne glass.

(Y/N) looked over to her siblings, who were bickering as usual.

“I’m gonna go sit for a bit.” Spencer nodded watching as she walked back to sit with her siblings before turning his attention back to the four year old.

“Woah Lyrical stole your date.” Cole snickered causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes playfully, “I know, better watch out she’s gonna have boys waiting on her beck and call.” The table rose with laughter, as they moved onto a different topic.

It felt like old times, sitting around with her siblings as they talked about childhood memories and embarrassing moments. She needed to come home more often instead of having them fly out to only spend a day or two.

Her eyes gazed over to Spencer and her niece who were stilling dancing, that warm fuzzy feeling. It’s unexplainable. She couldn’t help but imagine, what if. What if her and Spencer do end up together? Oh would their daughter be his princess. He would do anything for her. Whoever get’s to be the future Mrs.Reid would be the luckiest women in the world, his kids would be blessed with such a wonderful dad.

Scarlet looked over to her older sister who was too deep in thought as she watched her date dance with their niece. She couldn’t help but notice the smile that tugged at (Y/N) lips.

“So does that mean you’re next?”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her train of thought coming to a screeching halt. Next?

“For?” (Y/N) questioned back, unsure of what Scarlet was trying to lead on.

“You and that handsome Doctor Reid.”

(Y/N) eyes widened causing her to shake her head from left to right, “What? No no, we’re just friends.” she tried to suppress the smile that dared to paint over her lips.

Her siblings look between each other before bursting into a fit of laughter, “Sure keep telling yourself that.” Cole spoke in between his laughter.

Y/N rolled her eyes crossing her arms over her chest before responding “Hey! We’re just friends.” 

Cole leaned back into his chair raising a brow at her, “So, you’re telling us you don’t have any feelings for him? Zero, nada, zilch?” she glared at Cole kicking his ankle lightly. He winced at the sudden action reaching down to sooth his ankle.

“I don’t have feelings for him.”

Isabelle rose her brow at her younger sister, “You’re doing that thing.” If there was one thing she was bad at it would be lying. You’d think for a profiler she’d be better at lying and would be able to keep a poker face.

“What thing?”

Scarlet sighed loudly, “(Y/N) you may be a profiler but, we’re your siblings we know when you’re lying.” That only caused (Y/N) to scoff loudly and shake her head at her siblings.

Why are they attacking me right now?

“You cross your arms over your chest and you smile, A LOT it’s kinda no it IS creepy. Plus you get defensive, like very defensive.” Cole pointed out only for the rest of her siblings to agree.

Let’s forget what I said early about visiting more often. They can continue flying out to D.C.

(Y/N) got up from her seat slipping her heels back on causing Cole to flinch slightly, growing up the only boy meant dealing (Y/N) scared him. A lot.

 “I wasn’t going to hit you ass clown!”

Maybe, just maybe she was spending a bit too much time with Rossi.

 “I’m gonna go for a little walk.” 

The three siblings looked between each other. If there was something she knew all too well of doing it was avoiding her feelings. Not opening up to others, building walls high enough so no one can look over and see what she’s feelings or thinking. 

“Don’t close yourself off! Say what needs to be said!”

It felt like deja vu. 

Emily had told her the exact same thing a few days ago.

"Oh my sweet angel face (Y/N)! You and boy wonder are blind!” Penelope slurred as she attempted to place her glasses on (Y/N) face. JJ couldn’t help but laugh at Garcia’s actions.

“My vision is 20/20 as a matter of fact!” (Y/N) answered earning another laugh from Emily, “Pen is right you know? Don’t close yourself off! Say what needs to be-”

“Hey, you missed the bouquet toss.”

(Y/N) blinked a few times before looking up to see Spencer.

“Did you know the tossing the bouquet is a tradition that stems from England. Women used to try to rip pieces of the bride's dress and flowers in order to obtain some of her good luck. Today the bouquet is tossed to single women with the belief that whoever catches it will be the next to marry.”

This was one of the many things she loved about Spencer. The amount of knowledge he holds in that huge brain of his. Usually the team isn’t much of a fan when he rambles on but, you loved it. The way he uses his hands to explain what he was thinking, or how he basically has an answer for well everything.

“Who caught the bouquet?”

He chuckled lightly taking a seat next to her, “Well Scarlet kinda threw it at me and said you know what to do. But your mom made her redo it, got a laugh out of everyone though.”

“Pretty sure you’re suppose to catch the garter.” (Y/N) giggled turning her head slightly to look up at Spencer who was laughing along with her. There was a sudden cool breeze causing her to wrap her arms around her chest.

“I knew I should’ve brought my jacket.”

Spencer shrugged off his dress jacket draping it over her shoulders. It was ever so slightly bigger on her she slipped her arms through the sleeves

“Thank you... and another thank you for being my date. I really hat- dislike attending weddings.”

“Did you know the first recorded evidence of marriage ceremonies uniting one woman and one man dates from about 2350 B-“

Her eyes fell towards the ground in front of her. Fixated on the shoes he was currently using.

The converse she had bought him for his 30th birthday, well belated 30th birthday. Not only was he using the converse she bought him but the mismatching socks as well. The team had been called to San Francisco to investigate a possible Zodiac Killer copycat. There was something up with Spencer however, he was quieter than usual. 

But it was only because he had doubts on why he’s in the FBI, questioning that he should be doing something more in his life with the amount of knowledge he had accumulated over the years. The team didn’t even realize they had missed his 30th birthday, and (Y/N) felt so bad for it. She was the one to always bring in the birthday boy or gal their favorite donuts and a cup of coffee. 

When the team had gotten back to Quantico she had stopped by to get him a new pair of converse and of course mis-matched socks.

“How did I not notice you’re using the shoes and socks I gifted you?”

His brows furrowed,“Is something wrong (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) sighed ignoring his question “I read that a crush only last four months. But if it last longer you are considered to be in love. is that true?”

“Actually, many people often mistake crushes and infatuation with love. The initial feelings of crush and falling in love are very similar. The rush of euphoria happens in both cases. The butterflies, and the feelings of pure joy at the sight of them happens in both cases. It’s easy to see how the two are mistaken for love because the feelings are so intense, but there is a difference. Crushes and infatuation go hand in hand, and are very similar-

He paused for a second catching his breath before continuing, “-a crush is defined as a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone inappropriate or unattainable. Infatuation is defined as an intense but short lived passion or admiration for someone or something.

Involuntarily she rest her head against his shoulder, “What about love?” she questioned. You glanced up for a second watching as his tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

“Love is truly seeing and accepting their object of affection. It’s an intense feeling of deep affection. to be patient and understanding, love is forgiving. It desires a deep connection. When we truly love someone, we see their flaws, and we accept them. there are thoughts of a future together, and realistic expectations of ea-“

JJ sighed, “Just tell him say I love you. Not as a friend. But I love you, on a deeper connection. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’m in love with you.” her eyes fluttered shut, her heart was pounding in her ears, she felt Spencer tense at what she had just said. Oh god did I make a mistake?

She pulled her head away from his shoulder, tell him why just tell him.

“You’re the most sweetest, yet awkward guy I know. Not only are you sweet, you’re also so smart. I love to hear you ramble on about, honestly anything. You’re so caring, and kind. It hurts me when you beat yourself up, I just want to hug you and tell you why you’re wrong and tell you that I love-” 

Spencer placed his hands on her cheeks pulling her into a slow passionate kiss, everything happened so quickly it took her a moment to process what was happening. Wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss, the feeling was so surreal.

He pulled away slowly his hands still on her cheeks as he rest his forehead against hers, “I love you too.” he spoke as he stared into her (Y/E/C). (Y/N) smiled from ear to ear, stealing another kiss from Spencer.

“Finally!” a voice spoke startling the two. (Y/N) peeked over Spencer’s shoulder to see Cole standing there with well the rest of her siblings, oh yeah she was never going to hear the end of this. 

[tobiosmilktea]

Can I request a tsukishima imagine where you just want him so show pda but he doesn’t like that so you distant yourself and start to hang out with your guy friend more than him because they actually show you affection. Does that make sense? lol I’m sorry 😂

pretty please — tsukishima kei

1.1k words | genre/s: fluff, barely any angst | warning/s: suggestive themes | pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader

a/n: sorry to the anon who requested this since it took so long to write,, my writers block hit hard with this one which is why i’m posting this later than i usually do (also not proofread LMAO)

you were never really the type to complain. granted, it was one of the many promising features about you that tsukishima liked and we all know how difficult it is to please someone as daft as karasuno’s resident middle blocker. you especially wouldn’t dare to even complain about your relationship either, but lately your patience was waning each day.

like seriously, you and tsukishima have been together for a little over six months yet no one in the entire school was aware of your relationship with him until just recently. what’s up with that?

part of that reason was possibly from your boyfriend’s evident distaste to any forms of pda even if it is as small as holding hands. come to think of it, the closest you and tsukishima have been in public was nothing more than standing side by side with shoulders barely touching.

no wonder people thought you two were just friends.

it surely didn’t help that even in the privacy of your own rooms, tsukishima still had a hard time showing affection to you. you honestly weren’t surprised purely based on how cynical your boyfriend’s personality was, however, it was your turn to give him a little taste of his own medicine.

kuroda yoshinori—one of your closest guy friends since middle school and your partner in crime in your master plan. tsukishima was well aware of yoshinori’s existence after you had introduced him a few months ago after he had run into you two in the middle of a date. you noticed how the blond boy had tensed at your comfortable nature around yoshinori that you had to get his help for this. it definitely did not take long for him to agree. granted, who wouldn’t take part of a spontaneous little arrangement?

you decided to start it off little by little. your actions were small and minuscule like suddenly being on your phone and texting a lot as you purposely made sure that tsukishima could see who you were texting. eventually, you even got yamaguchi into your little plan to which he zipped his lips and promised to keep it a secret. if anything, he found it incredibly amusing.

“who are you texting?” tsukishima asked you as you two sat together on one of the school benches, backs resting against the wall. you had been completely ignoring him since the moment you came over to his house and his annoyance was more than clear upon his visage.

regardless, he knew damn well who you were texting. usually, he would ignore it and let whatever the hell you were doing to until it would trickle away, but this time he had the time of day.

“yoshinori,” you hummed an answer as your eyes never left your phone screen. your fingers tapped away, responding to your friend the moment your phone would buzz.

tsukishima couldn’t help but feel that infamous feeling in his gut. that peculiar and quite honestly bothersome sensation was the last thing he wanted to consume him. and so he snatched your phone out of your hands.

you yelped in surprise as you glared at him, “hey, give that back!”

tsukishima and his damned height would be the death of you as he held your phone up high towards the ceiling. you attempted to grab your phone back when you jumped, but all you managed to do was graze his wrist before landing back down onto the ground.

the middle blocker lightly pushed your body away as he angled his head up, reading the most recent texts between you and your friend. his gaze hardened once he skimmed over the texts before scoffing back down at you, “you’re going out with him later tonight?”

you didn’t bother to respond. perhaps it was the way you were finally getting a reaction from him that your words might’ve given you away. instead, you opted to roll your eyes at him, finally able to snatch your phone back only for tsukishima to land a hard grip on your wrist.

“are you cheating on me?” the words fell out of the blond’s lips faster than he could stop himself. despite his hardened expression on you, you could tell by the way his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat and the slight shakiness at the end of his phrases.

it was then your eyes flooded with confusion rather than concern as you shook your head aggressively, “of course not. why the hell would i do that to you?”

he was never like this.

faux amusement melted upon tsukishima’s face the moment he dropped your wrist. “oh i dunno, (y/n),” he scoffs as he raises his hands up in defense, “maybe you should ask yoshinori considering you see him every weekend and text him every second of the day.”

it certainly didn’t help his case when giggles left emitted from you, glowing in front of his despite his evident anger. he supposes it was his turn to be confused by the latter’s reaction as he gave you a look.

“what?”

that adorable little laugh that tsukishima loved so much about you echoed throughout his room as you lifted his arms, placing them over you. “you’re an idiot, tsukki,” your voice muffled into his chest as you could practically hear his heart beating sporadically through his ribs. “you know i was only doing that to get you jealous right?”

your boyfriend’s face contorted in a mix of confusion and dismay, “why?” he questioned, absentmindedly tightening his embrace around you as relief filled him. “are you that bored?”

you shrugged in his arms, “a little bit.”

“unbelievable.”

“you’re the one who refuses to kiss me anywhere outside of our rooms,” you grumbled when you looked up at him. you looked incredibly like this, with your chin rested upon his chest and pouting slightly.

at this point, he was just glad that you weren’t seeing anybody else. “is what this was all about?” tsukishima scoffs lightly, “you know i’m not big on pda, (y/n).”

“okay, but would it kill you to at least hold my hand?”

“yes.”

your face fell into a deadpan as your arms went limp. “i’ll ask yoshinori to hold my hand then,” you huffed, leaving his warm embrace.

a slight smirk appeared on tsukishima’s lips, “come here, idiot.” it was then did he snatch your wrist again, making you turn back towards his figure so he could plant millions of small kisses all over your face. from your forehead to your cute little nose to your cheeks—inching down and down until he reached that little sweet spot on your neck.

“t-tsukki, not here.” you stammered over your words as your eyes frantically looking around for unwanted stares.

tsukishima ignored you, “isn’t this what you wanted, babe?”

[cinnamon-roll-seth]

Not A Player || JJ Maybank

OBX Masterlist

Request: can i get a jj maybank x bookworm!reader who works a bookstore and she's like super smart and thinks jj is just a fuckboy but jj really likes her has since forever and basically jj just trying to prove to the reader he's not what she thinks with maybe some reader being friends with pope fluff and a happy ending

You remembered the day you met JJ Maybank as if it was just yesterday. You were working at your family’s bookstore when two energetic boys stumbled into the small shop. One of them being your childhood best friend, Pope, and one you’d never seen in your life.

You parents were fond of Pope and would allow him to come and borrow books as he pleased as long as he always promised to bring them back, which he always had. That particular day he’d come in to exchange the current book for another. His friend didn’t look too thrilled to be following him down the aisle toward the counter where you stood and you could tell he wasn’t the reading type.

“Hey Y/N. I just came to get a new book,” Pope had greeted you before noticing your questioning look towards the blonde boy in front of him, “This is JJ by the way.”

“Hi!” You smiled towards the kid who’d seemed to just realize you were there. He looked you up and down before leaning on the counter and flashing you his dazzling smirk that made all of the ladies go crazy.

“Hey beautiful. You want to be the Juliet to my Romeo?”

You rolled your eyes, “Do you try that one on all the ladies? Romeo and Juliet both died so no thanks.”

“Do you really have to flirt with every girl you see JJ? I thought you were just talking to that chick from Figure Eight?” Pope asked his friend annoyedly.

JJ shrugged, “She dumped me for some kook kid.”

“Sounds like she made the right call. You know, if you want to be a player so bad you should get into video games, that’s what they were made for.” You say sarcastically.

“I am not a player. And I’ll prove it too.” He bites back. You rolled your eyes again and handed Pope’s new book to him, watching as the two boys walked out of the store.

From that day on JJ came into the bookstore every single day. He was determined to show you he wasn’t just a player. He’d go on and on about all the romantic things he’s done for girls. Sometimes he’d bring in his current lady friend and walk her hand-in-hand down the aisles being all sweet and affectionate. You still weren’t convinced.

It also didn’t help that the two of you had fallen into a routine of sarcastic remarks toward each other.

“Wow Y/N you look like a sexy librarian. You could star in a porno and the guys would go crazy.”

“Wow JJ, how flattering.”

Spending so much time around JJ It didn’t take long for him to fall for you. He loved the way that your eyes sparkled when you talked to children that came into the store, or on slow days when you’d sit on the couch reading and you’d get so into the book in your hands that your nose would twitch every so often, or how you’d go on and on for hours about your favorite books. He loved the way that your hair always smelled like strawberries and cream or the way you always had a piece of mint gum in your mouth or how you’d always respond back to him with snarky remarks.

You also had started to have feelings for the flirtatious blonde boy. Watching him with other girls made you feel just the tiniest bit jealous but you tried to ignore it. Sure JJ was VERY attractive and you couldn’t deny that he was a charmer but you still weren’t quite convinced that he wasn’t a player and you didn’t feel like being used.

JJ hadn’t been into the bookstore for almost two weeks and while part of you was relieved because that made it easier to ignore your feelings the other part of you was a bit upset. Did I do something wrong? Did you decide he doesn’t care if I think he’s a player or not?

You turned the ‘open’ sign over to ‘closed’ and reached over to shut off the light switch beside you. You were just pulling your keys out of your purse to lock the shop door when your phone began ringing. Pope’s contact picture displayed across the screen.

You answered the call and put your phone up to your ear, “Hello?”

“Go to the dock by John B’s house.” He replied before hanging up. You stared at your phone in confusion before shaking your head and dropping it back into your purse. It was windy and thundering and no doubt would soon begin to rain, what on earth would he need you to go to the dock for?

Despite the threatening weather you obey his orders, walking the short distance to John B’s after locking up the store. You’d only hung out with John B a handful of times with Pope and you’ve only been to his house maybe three times but regardless you still knew the way there. You were very confused and the tiniest bit worried about what you would find and swore to punch Pope if you were about to walk into a prank.

You were definitely NOT expecting to see JJ standing at the end of the dock waiting for you. A picnic blanket was spread out at his feet and about a dozen or two lit candles were placed around it. His normal casual attire was replaced with a fancier looking ensemble. He looked like a kook, you almost giggled at the sight of it.

“JJ what the hell are you doing?” You ask walking towards him.

“Y/N, I’ve spent the last six months using other girls to prove something that I should’ve been proving to you personally. You’re beautiful and sweet and smart but also sarcastic as hell and I love that. During the time we’ve known each other you’ve become the only person I care about proving myself to and that’s what I want to do. I want to prove to you that I’m more than a player.” He replies, stepping closer to you while your jaw almost drops at his words.

“You did all of this for me?” You ask. He nods.

“I packed this bag with a bunch of your favorite candy and snacks, stuff I picked up from listening to you talk. And Kiara let me borrow her portable DVD player. I brought an extra blanket too. And one of my sweatshirts in case you get cold. I don’t really know much about romantic movies but I saw you reading The Notebook a few weeks ago and we had a copy laying around the house. It was my moms.” (A/N: I know I’ve used The Notebook in two different fics now but I don’t know shit about romantic movies so that’s really the only one I can think of lmao)

“JJ this is the most romantic thing anybody has ever done for me.” You say softly.

“I like you Y/N. I really really like you.” He tells you honestly.

“I really really like you too JJ.”

“So what do you say Y/N Y/L/N? Will you go on this date with me?” He holds his hand and you laugh, grabbing ahold of it.

“Of course I will but I think we should relocate,” You point towards the dark water, illuminated by the dim light on the dock, where you can see little water droplets falling.

“I swear I have been watching the weather for two weeks and it wasn’t supposed to storm tonight,” He groans, leaning down and blowing out the candles before grabbing the picnic blanket and bag.

About two minutes into your walk it begins to pour so the two of you run hand-in-hand to the closest shelter, the bookstore in which you met. JJ pulls out the dry extra blanket and lays it on the floor in the little reading area while you turn on the electric fireplace, illuminating the area while providing heat to your soaked selves. He gets the movie ready while you pull out the snacks and finally the two of you get comfy on the blanket and watch the movie, talking and laughing throughout the whole thing.

“You want to go outside and kiss in the rain?” He asks, looking over to you suggestively, while the credits roll down the screen.

“A rain kiss? How cliche Mr. Maybank,” You smirk, “Let’s do it.”

I am SO sorry it took this long to post! I meant to post it on Wednesday but I wasn’t feeling good and yesterday I was just super busy! Anyway I really really like how this one turned out! I hope y’all liked it 🥺❤️

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[jae-daddy]

Chubby (18)

Jaebum AU Series 

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen /  nineteen / twenty (final)

pairing: im jaebum x reader genre: angst, romance, mature plot: you are getting bullied and Im Jaebum (aka your crush) decides to help you, by fake dating you an: i know its so short, but girl, it was too cute for me to add other stuff lmao. hope yall enjoy it <3 not edited

“Jaebum,” you called out to the boy walking ahead of you. His dark tousled hair a mess from the frosty winter wind. He halted, his shoulders broad, the shopping bags in his hands swinging by his side to a stop. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, making him turn around and look at you. You were a step away from the door opening to his apartment, but you couldn’t go in. 

You couldn’t do this.

This whole day had been so confusing and painful. 

Every second made the hole in your heart get deeper. It felt as if someone kept wrenching the knife hanging from your chest tighter and harder as every second passed by with Im Jaebum on your side. 

And now, you were tired. You were so tired. 

“Jaebum,” you whispered, your voice breaking despite you trying to keep it together. Your throat closed around your words as you saw Jaebum’s shoulders fall. 

You knew he was pretending again today. Pretending that yesterday had never happened. That you had never asked him to stop whatever this fake dating facade was. 

But he did everything the same as he did every single day. 

You had opened your apartment door to a glaze-eyed Jaebum, who looked at you with so much warmth that you couldn’t tell him to go away. You took in his red nose, flush cheeks and dry pink lips, and you knew he had been waiting a long time for you. 

You couldn’t turn him away. 

You had thought maybe he’d want to talk on the way to school. But he didn’t talk to you about it. Instead, he gave you one of his earphones and played songs through the entire bus ride. 

His shoulders pressed against yours. His eyes tired, unfocused and lost in deep thought. 

You took him in the early winter sun and your heart melted at how beautiful he was. The morning sun didn’t shy away from his beauty. No, instead it made him glow, it made him look ethereal. 

His skin glistening in the early sunlight. His cheeks pink, his eyelashes dark and long casting shadows on his cheeks. His soft dark hair curling at his neck, making you want to lean over and run your fingers through them. 

You didn’t move.

You didn’t say anything. 

You didn’t say anything all throughout the school day. You knew if you tried, you wouldn't have been able to stop crying. So you swallowed your words and kept on fighting the tears threatening to escape. 

You didn’t look at Jenny the whole day. You didn’t even look at Jaebum properly; every time your eyes met his, you instantly tore away from his melting brown gaze. 

You couldn’t tell Jaebum that you knew about Jenny and him. You didn’t know if you had it in you to say those words. Just thinking about them, and this cruel game they were playing made you want to run away from everything. You didn’t know if you could say those words to Jaebum. 

You didn’t know if you could see his face change once he realised the gig was up. You didn’t want to see what he really was. You didn’t know if you could take getting hurt like that and come out on the other side alright. 

You had told him to stop. You told him to stop pretending, but there he stood. The shopping bags filled with ingredients for whatever meal he was planning on cooking for you tonight.

This wasn’t stopping. 

This was dragging the show on. This was hurting you further. This was cutting you up and then dragging you around as your blood ran dry. 

“Jaebum,” you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. You were certain it was too quiet. You couldn’t speak any louder, you couldn’t do that as your lower lip trembled to hold in a sob. “What are you doing?”

The bags slipped out of his hands and landed on the wooden floor with a soft thud. 

His eyes took you in, and his heart broke. He knew something had happened, and you were hurt. He saw it in the sunken dark circles around your eyes, the rawness of your bottom lip, and the way your eyes made his heart wrench. 

He reached for you, taking a step to get closer to you. He stopped when you put out a hand to stop him. His hands fisted beside him. He wanted to hold your hands and kiss them. 

He wanted to hold you, to hug you, and make whatever was haunting you to go away. 

“I can’t,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, but Jaebum heard it. Jaebum always heard you. You lifted your gaze to meet his concerned eyes. 

You couldn’t look at him, and the way he was looking at you. It made you feel weak, but it also made you feel angry. He was so good at this pretending to care about you, that his gaze that would have otherwise melted you felt like poison. 

“Why did you chose me?” You asked him, your voice finding some lost strength in your anger. “You could’ve chosen any girl to pretend to date, then why me?” 

This was the best you could do. This was the most you could ask without saying that Jaebum broke your heart by playing that dirty game with Jenny. 

That he only did this all to hurt you. 

The timing of everything was a bit too convenient to be a coincidence. 

“So many girls had confessed to you on Valentine’s day, so why me?” 

Jaebum looked away from your eyes, he couldn’t answer. He knew the truth would hurt you, and he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t tell you, not yet. Not like this. 

As the minutes passed by, the anger dissipated as darkness settled inside you. Your body slumped, your shoulders falling as a tear fall from your eyes.

“I can’t keep on pretending,” you gulped, pushing back a sob, you shifted your eyes to the tomatoes that had tumbled out of the green shopping bags. “I don’t have it in me. I can’t.”

Jaebum stayed quiet for a moment before he walked towards you again. This time you didn’t stop him. He kept walking until he was outside with you. 

The cold winter wind ripped around you both as he stood right in front of you. You felt the heat of his body seep into you, his warm breath brushed the top of your head as you kept your eyes low. 

“I can’t pretend anymore too,” he whispered, his voice low, heavy and filled with emotion. 

You lifted your eyes to meet his, and something about the way they glistened held you captive. You couldn’t look away, you couldn’t convince yourself that his eyes had even an ounce of deceit. All you saw in them was warmth, love and care. 

Jaebum swallowed nervously, his fingertips lightly brushing the inside of your wrists. Your chest heaved as your cheeks tainted pink. 

Your eyelashes shadowed on your cheeks as they fluttered close, shying away from Jaebum’s intense gaze. 

His fingertips were light and feather-like. But everywhere it touched ignited fire. It ran through your veins and raced into your mind and heart, painting everything in a hazy pink and rose. 

He took a step closer, his chest brushing against yours. His fingertips spreading on your palms as he laced his fingers through yours. 

He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. 

He stayed like that for a moment before letting out an exhausted sigh. 

“I’m not pretending anymore.” He whispered, as he let go of your hands and placed his searing hands on your waist, bringing your body closer to his. His leaned forward, his nose rubbing against yours, his warm breath dancing on your lips. 

“No more pretending, y/n,” Jaebum whispered as he placed a light kiss on your cheeks. His lips a breath away from yours. 

“This is real.” He placed another, his lips closer. 

“I love you,” Jaebum pressed his lips against yours.

[mariinara]

TWENTY-TWO (Sam Drake x Reader) ANGST |PART 1|

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I'm STILL alive lmao. I've been so held back by finals that I didn't have time to actually think of writing or the premise of this request but a thought suddenly OCCURED to me and HERE WE ARE. Hope ya'll enjoy this 🥰.

Request for anon: '14, 18, and 19 for angst prompts with Sam? 👀👀 I also really really adore your work!!!'

Tags: @the-drakeboys , @the-winchesterboys , @missdictatorme , @hrgnm , @elledrake , @samdrakeftw , @ghost-of-the-oldwest​, @s4mdrake , @purplezebra68

Prompts: "Can you just kiss me? One last time? That's all I ask.." + "Don't make this harder than it already is.." + "It's better this way."

Warnings: OKAY. So this one has none of the prompts yet. This gets a little NSFW towards the end. HUGE age-gap between Sam and the reader. Mentions of Sam getting cheated on. So on, so forth.

Word count: 4,106

(Part 2 here!)

“I got it.” 

You reached out for the plates Sam held in his hands, giving him a polite smile as you did. He returned it and carefully handed them over to you, being cautious so as not to drop the multiple cups in his other hand.

“Thanks, kiddo.” He said, to which you smiled brighter before turning around and walking over to your best friend and Sam’s only daughter-- Avery. Sam was hot on your heels to the kitchen and you placed all the dishes in the sink for you and Ave to clean up. 

You smiled to yourself when you saw Sam giving his daughter a quick kiss on the cheek, which made her groan in embarrassment but giggle when her dad made fun of her. It's always been like that. You’d sleep over at their place for the weekends and help around the house after dinner. It was a tradition that you’d kept ever since kindergarten, back when Sam and your father were friends, before the asshole completely bailed out on you and your mother when you were quite young. Sam had your mom’s back throughout the years, with family court, some expenses she couldn’t handle, finding her a job, taking care of you when she was working late. They were like brother and sister and you grew to be Sam’s second daughter, but as soon as you hit sixteen, spending time around Sam became for the sole purpose of just..

Being around him. 

You didn’t know how or why it happened, but ever since that whole month he’d spent picking you up from highschool with his daughter to go over to their place, make dinner for you, and struggle with calculus, you felt those butterflies in your stomach whenever he’d call you “sweetheart” or kiss your forehead or give you the warmest of smiles. He did the same thing with his daughter, but you weren’t his daughter and, since that month, Sam became the epitome of the man you’ve always been dreaming of. 

He was funny, spontaneous, had a heart of gold, but jokes as dirty as the bottom of his worn out Timberlands that only added to his rugged charm. He was supportive, understanding, and showed unadulterated love and passion towards his daughter-- towards bringing her up. Granted, he was stubborn and had a bit of a temper and rarely ever listened to the voice of reason, but those traits all came with the ‘pure-hearted man’ package. 

And when you went to college with Avery and the two of you got a summer job outside of Boston, you found yourself missing the man during the entirety of the summer that you’d spent away from him and when he’d facetime you and Avery, you’d stay up talking to him about movies, books, your job, how your day went. He cared for you like a daughter and while that was frustrating for you for a couple of months, you found out that as long as you were around him, that was enough. As long as he loved and cared for you, that was enough. You were no longer interested in having a much older man wrapped around your finger. You didn’t know how he might react but you were sure he was going to lecture you about how you were too young. How him and your parents had been friends for over two decades. That you were like a daughter to him, nothing more. You could literally feel the red hot waves of embarrassment creeping up your neck with the mere thought of confessing to the man who constantly drove you crazy with the simplest of gestures.

But you swallowed your tongue and bottled up your more-than-likely teenage hormones and never told anyone about your feelings. Nobody knew. Not even Avery. Especially not Avery. You weren’t prepared to lose your childhood best friend over emotions that’d eventually fade. And you weren’t prepared to lose the only “father-figure” in your life, either. 

So, there you were: Cleaning the dishes while chatting about random subjects with Sam and Avery. Your mind and heart were heavy, but you weren’t willing to ruin the few days off you had in Boston with your family. Your mom was in New Jersey-- too busy with work to drop everything to come and see you. It was upsetting, but those two made everything better for you.

You looked over your shoulder when Sam called out to both of you from the living room and, coincidentally, you’d just finished drying the last dish. You and Avery exchanged looks before chuckling.

“He sounds excited..” You commented, to which Avery rolled her eyes with a smile she couldn’t conceal.

“His video game just got here..” She nonchalantly said, but that caused your eyes to widen slowly before you dropped the rag from your hand.

“What video game?” 

“Uhh..” She pulled on a thinking face, “Dead.. Red.. Somethin’ -- I dunno, dude.” 

In a flash, you were out of the kitchen and on the couch, right next to Sam, who looked at you with a grin which you returned with a bright smile, “You ready?” 

You sighed and shook your head, “Ready to watch you fail miserably at this.” 

“Oh, that is-- That’s not fair.” He laughed lightly while you waited for the game to install data. He’d turned to you when he said that, faking defeat. You smiled and shook your head, looking down at your hands.

God, he was so perfect. The way the corners of his eyes tugged up when he smiled. His wrinkles. His bright, warm, hazel eyes that held both strength and tenderness. 

Nope. You weren't getting over that man anytime soon. And when you snapped back from staring at him, you found him staring back at you silently, his eyes jumping from yours and to your lips and then you felt it.

That spark. 

His smile softened and some perverse area in your brain convinced you that he was leaning closer. Or maybe you were and he stayed still because he wanted this as much as you did.

"You guys again.." Avery sighed as she plopped on the lazy boy chair next to the couch, her eyes on the TV screen. 

Sam cleared his throat and looked down at his lap, rubbing his sweaty hands against his thighs and you looked down at your hands that were nestled between your thighs, biting down on your lip to contain a girly giggle. 

"What is it with you two and video games?" Avery asked, resting her head back on the back of the chair. 

You turned to her, immediately perking up at her words. You then sighed and sat back with an eye roll, "Your daughter is such a disappointment.." You muttered to Sam, who shook his head in fake dismay, clicking his tongue.

"She can take that attitude to the orphanage." He joked, which made you look at him with furrowed brows, a surprised laugh leaving you.

"Har‐Har. Very funny." She rolled her brown eyes at the both of you, crossing her arms when her dad sent her a wink and mouthed an 'I love you', "You two just have fun and I.." She stood up from her place, "Am gonna crash." She stretched her arms up with a groan and a yawn afterwards, reaching under her pyjama top to scratch her stomach.

"Alright, baby, g'night." Sam called out, receiving a wave-off from his daughter, "I love you!" He called out with an amused grin.

"You're not gettin' one back, old man." She called back from the top of the staircase that led to her room. Her response made Sam laugh lightly. 

You looked at him when he did, soaking in his infuriatingly good looks. You couldn't help but smile when he shook his head and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, the controller in his hands and his eyes glued to the TV.

"Ready?” He asked, sending you a grin and a small eyebrow raise, as if he was challenging you.

You raised a brow at him in the same fashion and nudged his shoulder with your fist, grinning back, “Ready to see your ass getting kicked, y'old geezer.”

Sam rolled his eyes and focused on the TV and you could see his little smile from the corner of your eyes, only to see it falter as he looked at the controller and back at the TV repeatedly, “Uhh..”

You looked down at the controller to see that the blue light wasn’t emitting from the front, which meant he was disconnected. You smirked as you watched him struggle and button-mash with a questioning look on his face.

“Either you’re really exhausted or you really don’t know how to work a PlayStation controller..” You quipped, trying to hold back an amused chuckle, “Which I doubt.”

Sam frowned in confusion at you and looked at his controller again, his shoulders slacking when he saw that it wasn’t lit. He breathed out a chuckle, his eyes closing. You could tell that he was beating himself up at his own lack of focus, “Yeah, okay..” He reached for the charging cable and plugged it into the controller, “Got it. Thanks for the help.” He sarcastically muttered.

“Don’t mention it.” You replied nonchalantly.

And there he went, completely immersed in playing, while you watched him take one too many bullets, get devoured by giant snakes, or gallop off a cliff. He’d curse and laugh in frustration, his head getting thrown back while you teased him about how he’d make the same mistakes over and over again. You made short trips to and from the kitchen to grab some beer for both of you to go about your long gaming hours.

An hour turned into two, which turned into five-- by some miracle. Two bottles of beer turned into six, and then it was the whole pack. You two handled alcohol well, but it didn’t mean that you weren’t a little tipsy. You found yourself laughing at your blunders when it was your turn to play, which elicited laughter from Samuel, despite not knowing what was so funny. 

You then sighed and paused the game to rub your eyes, calming down from whatever hilarity that was going on. You then sniffled and sat back, “I dunno how Ave doesn’t like video games..” You mumbled, watching Sam taking a swig from his beer. He then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and swallowed with a heavy breath afterwards. 

“Uhh..” He leaned forward to put the nearly empty bottle down, “She’s more like her mom than anything; She got everything from ‘er.” He paused for a second, “Uh-- Well not everything, but..” He sent you an unreadable look, his lips pressed together in a thin line, “She’s still here, y’know?”

You knew. 

Ave had told you about why her mother was no longer in the picture. Rather, she was never in the picture. Not for Avery, at least. She was too young when her mom “left” them. The lack of a father for you and the lack of a mother for her was why your relationship grew stronger. You were both missing certain aspects from your life and you could relate and understand each other better because of it. So while it was a curse, it served as a blessing. She was always open about that issue and about her past. 

But the reason you perked up when Sam started talking-- when his voice had the faintest tinge of sadness and his eyes glued to his hands as he fiddled with his thumb, seemingly deep in thought -- was because he’d never opened up to you about that particular bit. You knew everything, but only in Ave’s perspective and you never knew how Sam felt about all of it. 

“Whaddya mean?” You asked, adjusting yourself on the couch so one leg was bent under you and the other was on the floor, your arm resting on the back.

He glanced at you, unsure. He seemed like he wanted to take what he said back. His eyes darted nervously around the living room and he pursed his lips, clearing his throat, “I’m.. sure Avery told you." 

You shrugged, a small, warm smile playing on your lips, "But you're not Ave." 

Sam's left thumb rubbed against the palm of his right hand and he looked down and away from you, his leg bouncing up and down and his elbows braced on his knees again when he leaned forward. He seemed like he was thinking deeply about what you'd said and after a few seconds, he let out a sigh of surrender. 

"Do we have any more beer left..?" He quietly asked. You blinked and stopped fiddling with the fraying thread on the stitching of the back of the couch.

"Uhh.." You racked your brain, "Just the shitty kind.." You replied with a small shrug.

He nodded, still not looking at you, "Grab one." 

 "Alright.."

You made a quick trip to the open kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing him a bottle and popping it open. When you were done, you went back to the living room, sitting back down next to him and handing him the cold beverage. 

He rested back and placed his arm on the back of the couch, bringing the bottle to his lips. You watched him intently, leaving him to collect his thoughts. You knew he was trying to filter them-- to decide what it was he was going to say and what it was he was going to leave out, but God, you wanted him to be as authentic and transparent as possible. 

“I tried..” 

He suddenly started. His voice had dropped an octave, as if he didn’t want you to hear that. You did, though, and his words -- as simple as they were -- made you frown deeply. You just wished he’d look back at you but he only looked down at his lap, his fingers tapping on the bottle that rested on his knee. 

“I really.. really did..” He shook his head slightly, “I tried for Avery.. She was so young and I thought she needed her mother, but..” He let out a dry chuckle, reaching up to rub his forehead, “One day, I come back home after a long day out with Avery.. We–" He laughed softly– wistfully even, "We spent the whole day at the zoo and.. I'd almost forgotten about why it hurt to be at home, but.." He shrugged, frowning again as his gaze lowered. You saw him swallow thickly, as if he was holding himself back from an outburst, "I walk in there and I see another man in my bed with my wife.." 

Your heart stung at what he said. What made it worse was how he said it. His voice had cracked and it was barely above a whisper. You never knew what Avery's mother did exactly and upon hearing that, you wondered how a person could be so selfish. So willing to give people like Sam up for her own personal pleasure. So willing to leave her little girl with that permanent scar in her life. 

"I knew she was doing that.." He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, his brows twitching to a furrow as he swallowed again, only a bit harder. He pursed his lips and exhaled shakily, "I never thought that she'd bring him home. To our room. Our bed.." He wiped the palm of his free hand against his lap, inhaling a shaky breath, "The.. same goddamn bed where our baby girl slept between us while we sang her to sleep.."

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and felt your eyes well up with tears at what he said. He'd been keeping those thoughts to himself all that time and it seemed as if finally voicing those thoughts– the nightmares that clawed at his brain every single night – brought tears of comfort and relief to his eyes. 

Your eyes flickered up to see him frowning, his eyes still closed and his lips pressed tightly together. But there was no way you could miss it: That single, glistening tear that ran down his cheek. You felt the anxiety bubbling within you. 

That was not what you had in mind.

You didn't want to see him like that.

You thought he'd stopped hurting from that a long, long time ago but you were wrong. It never left him. He carried that weight around while simultaneously trying to raise a happy daughter all by himself. 

He covered his eyes with one, trembling hand, rubbing them while trying to take deep breaths to calm himself. You reached for his back and started to rub big, slow circles silently, letting him know that it was okay to let it all out. That was something that you've never experienced before. In all of your years knowing him, that was the first time you've seen him like that. And you absolutely hated it.

How he trembled with every cry he held back from you. How he furiously rubbed away the tears from his eyes with his fingers. He reached to set the half empty bottle on the table and plopped back again, his posture surrendered and weak.

“Oh, baby girl..” He breathed out, shaking his head slowly, “If I’d known she was gonna grow up, knowing that her mother betrayed her, hurting because of it for so long.. I wouldn’t’ve married her..” He finally removed his hand from his eyes and sniffled, “I wish she’d know how sorry I am sometimes.. Because I look at her, and..” He sighed, trying to find the right words, “I just-- I see a beautiful, smart, creative girl who deserves the world and I always feel like there’s somethin’ missing in her life and it’s like whatever I do, it’d never compensate for the lack of a mother figure and--”

You cut off his rambling by squeezing his shoulder lightly, “Sam..” You shook your head, a deep frown on your face. For the first time during the past fifteen minutes, he looked at you. He looked so lost. His cheeks were stained with tears and his eyes were red and glassy with the layer of tears that begged for one more reason to drop from his hazel eyes. You pursed your lips and shook your head at him and the longer you looked at him, the more you felt his pain. And before you knew it, you lurched forward, right into his arms, hugging him close. As close as possible. Your fingers curled to grip at the back of his t-shirt as you closed your eyes tightly and let your own tears run down your cheeks. He seemed to be in a state of shock for a couple of seconds but, slowly, his arms snaked around your waist to hug you back. His fingers sunk in the skin of your back through the thin pyjama top the tighter he held onto you. His nose was buried into the crook of your neck and, despite your furiously beating heart, you mustered up enough courage to let your fingers slip into the back of his hair for your nails to softly and soothingly scratch his scalp.

“You could’ve never known, Sam..” You spoke, your voice a hushed whisper as you continued calming him with your fingers, “Avery is the best friend I’ve ever had and it’s all thanks to you and you alone..” 

You felt him inhale deeply, his chest pressing against yours more as his lungs expanded and the breath he let out against your neck almost made you dizzy but you continued without fail, “I hope you know that I think you’re the most amazing human being on this planet and, when in doubt, remember how much you’ve helped me and mom through the hardest times..” 

Sam slowly relaxed in your arms and his hand started rubbing circles on your back until it was just about the both of you, comforting each other in the comfortable silence. His steady breaths let you know that there was an enormous weight on his chest and it’d been lifted only then. During that conversation. It was all he needed: Someone to listen to him and hold him and..

He slowly pulled away from the embrace but his hands were loosely on your hips. He looked at you with a warm gaze. Stared into your soul, unraveling you then and there. The look in your eyes-- that pure adoration you had towards him. The way you gave him those big, beautiful eyes and bit down on your lip while you stared at his. It made his breath hitch in his throat. 

No one had ever looked at him that way and as much as that scared him. As much as it was wrong and unethical. He felt himself gravitating towards you. It was absolutely ridiculous how both of you had no control and almost seemed surprised by your own actions. While one hand remained on your hip, his other raised to brush your hair out of your eyes to tuck it behind your ear and grab the side of your neck, his thumb brushing on your jawline once, twice, three times as he leaned closer and closer. His breath fanned your lips and suddenly, his lips were against yours. 

The warmth inside you burst. It overflowed. Your brows arched and you took in a deep breath, in disbelief of what was going on but it felt so good. So wrong but so right all at once. As bad as it was, your eyes fluttered shut and your resolve melted away completely, but Sam suddenly realized..

You are his friend’s daughter. 

He practically raised you.

He pulled away with a disapproving groan and pressed the back of his hand to his lips, blinking repeatedly. You studied his reaction carefully, your own fingers ghosting your lips as you took in a shaky breath. 

“Fuck..” He breathed out, his eyes closing and his brows knitting together, “I’m sorry, sweetheart-- I dunno what came over m--” 

You silenced him by grabbing his shirt and pulling him to crash your lips against his again. 

‘Fuck it.’, you thought, ‘He needs this and so do I.’ 

Your hands went to his shoulders, your grip firm on his muscles. He was still tense and he wasn't kissing back but, God, when your tongue brushed his bottom lip softly, he felt his willpower dwindling away. 

He wasn't thinking anymore and neither were you.

It was a right-here-right-now moment and you were going to cease the chance and hold onto it with your nails and teeth.

When he relaxed and kissed you back deeply, you pushed him down on the couch, never breaking the kiss as you straddled his hips. His hands were all over you. Under your top, his nails scratched at your tender skin gently and the moan he let out when you pressed yourself against his crotch snapped something within you.

And Sam?

He was too far gone.

'Fuck..' He thought, 'This is so wrong.. So fuckin' wrong..'

He watched you hastily unbutton his pants and he told himself to stop this. That there was still time for him to push you off of him and tell you what a mistake that was. But he couldn't help it. The innocence in your eyes as they flickered to look up at him. The sweet yet devious grin you sent him. 

The fact that you could get any man you wanted but needed him right there was enough to make his resolve crumble. 

He let out a grunt and closed his eyes, throwing his head back and trying to steady his breathing. You were so needy. Your hands were on his hips as your mouth fully enveloped him. He couldn't help himself. His hips bucked and low, gruff curses tumbled from his parted lips. 

And you couldn’t stop yourself. 

You wanted to relieve him and he felt so good. His hands brushing your hair back and holding it in a tight fist. And you watched his head rolling back again after he’d mustered up enough strength to look at what you were doing. 

You didn’t know it yet but you had much to regret soon.

And so did he. 

Nothing would ever be the same again after that night. 

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: the forest is your only escape from the everyday troubles with your family until you find danger lurking behind the trees. or rather, danger finds you. your fateful encounter with the vampire ravn leaves you wishing for a different life. you strike an unexpected deal with the stranger that will soon turn into something more…

pairing: vampire!ravn x reader

genre: vampire!au, humour, fluff

warnings: unresolved sexual tension, a lot of shakespeare lmao

word count: 2.2k

part one 🌙 part two 🌙 part three 🌙 part five 🌙 part six  🌙 part seven 🌙 part eight 🌙 part nine 🌙 part ten🌙 part eleven 🌙part twelve 🌙 epilogue

A month after you started living in Ravn’s castle and you were getting anxious to go out. Not that you weren’t doing fine inside. The vampire was treating you great and you were happy to read books together, feed each other (literally) and have interesting conversations. However, you missed the fresh air outside, you missed just walking around aimlessly and wandering to new places. You didn’t want to risk your parents spotting you so the village was out of the question. The forest, though…

You wondered how to bring it up. Ravn had initially said that he doesn’t expect you to stay trapped in his castle forever, but he never mentioned it after. Maybe, he enjoyed just chilling at home. You did, too. But your adventurous spirit was eager to try something new.

As you were lost in thoughts, Ravn touched your shoulder and you jumped at the sudden contact.

“Sorry, did I frighten you?” he asked gently and sat down next to you on the couch.

“N-no, it’s fine, I was just thinking.”

“You do seem a bit antsy. Anything bothering you?”

“Why? Everything is peachy,” you quickly responded, because you still hadn’t figured out how to ask Ravn if it was okay to go out without upsetting him. You didn’t want him to think that you were ungrateful for everything he had done for you.

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N,” Ravn said in a serious tone, which made shivers run down your spine, reminding you of the first time you met him. “I can’t take that.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whispered. “I was…hoping we could go out sometime? But I didn’t want to seem unappreciative of your efforts to make me feel at ease. Which is why I had no idea how to ask for it. I’m so sorry.”

Ravn smiled softly.

“Is that it? You didn’t have to lie. I told you that I won’t keep you prisoner, didn’t I?”

You nodded slowly.

“I know you did, but still, I’m so used to being a burden that I don’t know how to act around…around someone like you.”

“A vampire?” Ravn laughed ironically.

“No. Around someone who doesn’t judge everything I do or say.”

“Oh,” Ravn was surprised at how you viewed him. He was supposed to be the monster in the story. So, why did you treat him like a saviour of some sort?

“I mean it,” you insisted once you noticed how unsure he was.

He shook his head. This emotion thing was too new and too scary for him and he didn’t know how to deal with it.

“Where do you want to go?”

“Maybe the forest?” you asked quietly.

Ravn was shocked at your choice.

“Haven’t you been there a lot? Don’t you want to try something new?” he suggested casually.

“As long as it’s not anywhere near my parents, I’m game,” you chuckled.

“Do you want me to surprise you or would you rather know where I’m taking you?” Ravn teased, a wonderful idea already forming in his mind.

“Surprise me, then,” you lifted your chin and looked at him boldly.

“You trust me?” he repeated the question you had so far responded to negatively.

“I do, actually,” you decided to be honest for once, because he had warned you not to lie to him ever again. He was obviously taken aback by your answer.

“You stupid lamb,” Ravn chuckled and placed your hands around his neck. Then, wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up. “Hold on tight.”

And he began running at a speed that shouldn’t have been humanly possible. But yet again, he was no human. At one point the accelerated motion made you so sick that you closed your eyes and hid your head in his chest. You had no idea where you were going but the realization that it didn’t matter amazed you. He didn’t scare you. But this terrifying journey did. You probably should have warned him you had never travelled with anything faster than a bike. You had spent your entire life in your small village and the forest nearby. You were pretty sure you would pass out soon, but before that happened, Ravn stopped running.

“You may open your eyes.”

You did as he said and looked around. The first thing you noticed was how big everything around you was. The buildings, the towers, the cars, the bridges, the river. How…magnificent. And not in the way his castle was. Ravn’s home felt familiar in a way you couldn’t quite put into words. This place, wherever it was, felt so strange. But in a good way.

“Where are we?” you murmured nervously.

“Can’t you tell?”

You shook your head in embarrassment.

“Welcome to London,” Ravn informed you of your current whereabouts.

“You’re kidding!”

“Nope,” he laughed. “I thought you were into Shakespeare. How can you not recognize where we are?”

“I only managed to borrow and read some of his plays in my village. I’ve never seen…”

“Pictures of London?” Ravn helped you out when he saw you were struggling to find the right words.

You nodded, suddenly feeling intimidated by the vampire’s vast knowledge of the word.

 “I’ll be your guide, then,” Ravn offered you his hand like a gentleman. “Do you want to visit the Globe Theatre first? It’s a reconstruction of-“

“I know what it is,” you responded. “Again, I haven’t seen pictures, but I read about it in one of the introductions to the book of plays.”

Ravn smiled proudly.

“That’s my girl,” he smirked.

First, he’d called you his human and now this? You could swear Ravn was going to kill you. Not with his fangs but his words.

The two of you spent the morning visiting many interesting places. Starting from the Globe Theatre, where Ravn showed you around like an expert, pointing out curious facts about Shakespeare that got you staring like a wide-eyed puppy. He also led you to a couple of lovely vintage bookshops and insisted on buying you some of Shakespeare’s plays you hadn’t read.

“But you have these already in your library!” you reasonably argued.

“Yeah, but I want you to have them. Besides, they’re different editions.”

“Ravn…you really don’t have to,” you were ashamed that he was spoiling you so openly.

“Y/N…please, let me,” Ravn whispered in your ear. It was like he was asking you to get him something and not the other way round.

You finally conceded and once the two of you left the bookshop, you found yourself clutching a paper bag with Shakespeare plays. You weren’t sure how to thank him properly for doing this for you and you couldn’t exactly offer him to drink from you in such a public place, so you did the one thing that came to mind. You lifted yourself on your toes and gave him a quick but heartfelt kiss on his cheek. Ravn seemed flustered and you could swear you saw his usually pale skin turn red for the briefest of seconds.

“Thank you,” you told him, your smile full of gratitude and affection.

“It’s nothing,” Ravn coughed and suddenly found the ground beneath you very amusing. You smiled when you reached the conclusion that he could get so easily embarrassed.

“It means everything to me,” you confessed. “No one has ever given me such a precious gift.”

“Come on, we still have many places to see,” Ravn grabbed your free hand and pulled you along.

You were lucky enough to see a couple of museums associated with famous British writers. The afternoon was dedicated to the more “basic tourist destinations” as Ravn called them such as the Big Ben, Tower Bridge and the River Thames. Everything was so grand that you couldn’t help staring at it like a lost puppy. Finally, as the sun was setting, Ravn suggesting going to the London Eye, which was most magnificent at night. Its lights shining through the dark, you were completely awestruck. Suddenly, you remembered a story you must have heard around the village.

“Wait, how did you survive throughout the day?”

 Ravn laughed.

“Funny, it took you so long to notice. And if you’re referencing the foolish myth that the sun harms vampires, fear not, my lady, I am perfectly immune to daylight.”

You were relieved to hear that but a large portion of your mind was choosing to focus on the part where Ravn called you my lady, which was honestly making things to your heart that you couldn’t quite control or comprehend.

“I’m sorry for being such a dim-witted person,” you looked down in shame.

“You’re the brightest person I’ve ever talked to,” Ravn reassured you.

You faced him in the dark; the London Eye lights were giving his features a mystical, supernatural glow. He was so beautiful. You wanted to trace your fingertips down his porcelain skin and tell him how much you ached to touch him. It was insane, you knew. He was supposed to embody everything little kids were taught to fear, every dark fairytale, every warning whispered before midnight, to force the kids to finally go to bed or the scary vampire would take them away. But he was nothing like the stories. In the brief time of your acquaintance you’d seen nothing but tenderness. Who were you supposed to believe? These foolish myths or your own eyes, your mind and your heart?

“Shall we?” Ravn urged you to approach the London Eye, thus, breaking the spell he held over you. You followed him in a rush.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, pointing to a sign. “It says here it’s closed.”

Ravn smiled devilishly.

“When has that ever stopped me before?”

“Ravn…what are you planning?” you asked cautiously, but it was already too late.

His hands were already on you and the next second you had somehow ended up on top of the London Eye, with a view to the whole city, its lights making it look even more beautiful at night.

“This is…insane,” you gasped, holding tightly onto his shirt for support.

“Yeah.”

“Bite me,” you requested out of nowhere, looking into his dark eyes.

“W-what?” Ravn choked.

“Bite me, so I know I’m not dreaming.”

He laughed, amused by your reaction.

“If I bite you, we’ll both fall from here.”

You scoffed lightly.

“Thus with a bite I die,” you joked, slightly paraphrasing Romeo’s last words.

“Rawr,” Ravn teased.

You looked around the city street lights. Everything seemed so tiny from up here. And there you were, a human and a vampire on top of the world. It felt surreal.

“It’s so beautiful,” you said, completely stunned by the view.

“It really is,” Ravn confirmed, only you had no idea it wasn’t the city he was staring at…

🌙🌙🌙

Once you were back in Ravn’s castle, you walked to your room in a daze, still finding it hard to believe how you’d spent the day. But the paper bag with Shakespeare plays in your hand was the material proof that it had, in fact, been real. Ravn followed you silently and the minute your back hit the bed, he tucked you in gently.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Aren’t you hungry?” you asked sleepily.

You were so exhausted from the journey and you still found enough energy to care for his needs. Ravn couldn’t believe he’d met such a selfless, precious human.

“I can manage a couple more hours,” he chuckled.

“You’ve given me so much more than I deserve,” you murmured weakly.

“That’s not true,” Ravn said. “You deserve all the stars and the moon.”

“O, swear not by the moon, th’inconstant moon,” you were still able to recite Shakespeare despite being so tired and it was only fitting, considering today’s adventures.

“What shall I swear by?” Ravn played along and you could feel yourself falling, not only asleep.

“Swear by thy gracious self and I’ll believe thee.”

🌙🌙🌙

You woke up to the smell of something delicious. Eggs? Bacon? What was this enticing odour? You hurriedly put on a robe and ran down the stairs and towards the kitchen. You were struck to find Ravn cooking human food!

“What are you up to?” you asked, sneaking up behind him. To your further astonishment, he hadn’t heard you, maybe because he’d been so focused on the task at hand.

“Nooo, you should go back to bed!” Ravn scolded you. “You ruined the surprise.”

“This all for me?” you inquired curiously and wrapped your hands around his waist, which made Ravn jump in shock.

“Duh,” he replied. “I can’t eat that.”

“So, you’re just fattening me up so that you can eat me later?” you admonished him playfully.

“Oh, no, you’ve uncovered my evil plans!” Ravn groaned dramatically.

“What shall we do, then? Do you think I’ll be so easily tempted?” you continued to joke around and ran your fingers down his back, making him slightly tense under your timid touch.

“I think,” he started. “That after you try my eggs, you’ll be begging me for more.”

“Yeah?” you giggled at the double entendre. “We’ll have to see about that.”

You were still trying to distract him from cooking when Ravn turned around swiftly, grabbing your hands.

“Don’t play with me,” he hissed, aiming to sound threatening but you were having too much fun to feel any fear.

“Why not?” you pouted adorably.

“Because you’re making it really hard for me to resist you.”

“You can have me whenever you wish,” you pointed out. That was your arrangement, after all.

“Not like that, I can’t,” Ravn whispered, almost too quiet to hear. Key word: almost. “The eggs are ready. Eat up.”

You didn’t question it, because you were too hungry to care what exactly he meant by that.

To be continued…

[dreamiehrs]

jealousy issues ➛ h.rj

genre: jealous!renjun, fluff, maybe a lil angst, best friends to lovers, you’re oblivious and renjun’s annoyed lmao, high school au, bestfriend!renjun

pairing: renjun x you

requested: yes

note: hihi! this was requested by this beautiful anon! I actually found this request pretty interesting bc I had to think of how renjun would be jealous... so I hope you enjoy it! ty for requesting :) (gif credit: @renjunhuang​)

you and renjun have been besties since... god knows when

just kidding, you and him have counted the years and it’s been around six years

aka since sixth grade!! you two met in math class when the teacher put you beside each other

that was probably her worst decision, to be honest... his witty remarks, which you always tended to bounce back and forth with him about, left the teacher in an annoyed mode the rest of the day

you guys were good students, though. so she wasn’t *that* annoyed, you know?

naturally, you guys started to learn more about each other and figured out you guys like a lot of the same stuff!! this led up to you guys exchanging numbers and hanging out almost every other weekend

your hangouts with renjun were something you always looked forward to

he never failed to make you laugh with his clever words and his sense of humor

as the two of you got older and went into high school... it seemed like everything had changed between you two

obviously, you two were still besties and nothing would change that, but as the two of you grew up together, sometimes you would find yourself thinking that renjun has... dare you say... gotten attractive over the years?

his features had become more molded and he’s started dressing more... impressively...  the latter probably because you told him what style of clothing you liked guys to wear

you would mentally smack yourself whenever you thought of him that way, though. you shouldn’t be thinking of one of your best friends like that, right?

you would have your occasional crushes throughout high school, and he would, too

however, your flirting skills were at an all-time low, so you would never act on your crushes. you would just wait for them to pass by and not really be phased by it

renjun would tease you non-stop about your crush (if you had one at the time)... but at some points during you two’s convo he would seem... kind of stormy

like one day, during sophomore year, you plopped down in front of him at your lunch table

“how is my wonderful best friend doing today?” you asked as you took a bite of your sandwich

“terrible, now that you’re here.” he would bite back, but you were unphased as you stole one of his grapes

“oh shush, you know you love me.” you wiggled his eyebrows at him and he just gave you a look of disgust (in a loving way of course)

you then went on your rant about how much you admired upperclassman na jaemin, about how kind and caring he was, all that stuff

renjun’s mood and his smile quickly had fallen after he heard that boy’s name fall from your mouth

you didn’t seem to notice as you kept rambling, but you did spot his clenched fist which rested on the lunch table

“injunnie, you okay?”

his nickname snapped him out of his trance as he stood up and gathered his things

you just looked up at him, your eyebrows knotted in confusion

“where are you going?”

“you know, y/n, if you want to gush about your crush, how about you do it to someone else, alright?”

after his outburst, he quickly strode away from you and left you sitting at the lunch table, all alone

what just happened?

after you got home after school today you thought a little bit before hearing your phone chime

you unlocked it to see a text from renjun

injunnieヾ(❛ε❛“)ʃ: I’m sorry for my little... outburst earlier today. it was a really stressful day for me and I ended up letting it out on you. I shouldn’t have done that

you: ...it’s okay. promise you won’t get angry when I mention jaemin?

injunnieヾ(❛ε❛“) ʃ: I’ll try not to

you were still concerned after you guys cleared everything up... something just didn’t... sit well with you... ya know?

it took all of your brain to agree on this, but you had decided to try to stop liking jaemin

you didn’t want to lose your friendship with renjun, so it would be for the best, right?

you still had crushes after this, though. in junior year you were infatuated with the school’s star wrestler, lee jeno

renjun stayed his usual protective self and would nag you every five seconds about your crushes... at one point he said something along the lines of “you’re too good for them.”

“don’t flatter me, injunnie,” you replied and brushed the warm feeling in your chest away by pinching his cheek instead “what happened to my impolite friend, hmm?”

he almost decked you after this but someone’s presence at the end of your table made him decide not to

your cheeks went bright red and you quickly removed your hand from renjun’s cheek. he just scoffed and you sent him a pointed look afterward

you tried to telepathically send him a distress signal as jeno got closer to you two with every passing moment, but you knew you were toast when jeno finally sat next to you

“hi, y/n. so... I have a wrestling tournament tonight, and I was wondering if you were interested in coming to watch me.”

you could feel renjun’s eyes watching you intently but you were too excited with jeno sitting next to you “it depends on if I’m busy, but more than likely, I’ll be able to go.”

“okay, great. see you there.” he gets up excitedly and acknowledges renjun before striding back to his table

you lie your head on the lunch table, peering up at renjun “what am I gonna do, injunnie?”

“what do you mean ‘what am I gonna do?’ go see him tonight, dummy.”

“...injunnie you’re acting strange. do you have a fever or something?” you put your palm up to his forehead and surprisingly, he lets you

a small, but sad smile covers his face and you feel a pang in your heart

“just trying to get over someon- I mean, something.”

your heart felt heavy the rest of the day after renjun told you that

something was deeply wrong, and you were going to figure out what that ‘something’ was

you dialed jeno’s number and informed him that you weren’t able to go. his goodbye sounded more upset than you had expected, but you didn’t let it get to you as you texted renjun

you: meet me at my house in twenty. we’re having a well-needed movie night tonight

injunnieヾ(❛ε❛“) ʃ: what about jeno?

you: I canceled on him

injunnieヾ(❛ε❛“) ʃ: oh

you: yeah

you: pick up snacks nerd!!

injunnieヾ(❛ε❛“) ʃ: you really wanna be smacked tonight, huh?

you took no time getting in setting up the living room for movie night

cue the tons of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals you tossed on the couch in the living room

yes, you two still made pillow forts... yes, they were very comfortable...

while you were hitting the ‘on’ button for the tv, you heard three knocks on the door, which meant renjun was here

you quickly opened the door and headed back to decorating the couch, leaving him standing in the doorway

“psst! yn! a little help here?”

you hadn’t noticed that he had four full bags of snacks in both of his arms

“sorry buddy, can’t you see I’m busy over here?” you teased and you heard him huff before closing the door with his back

he set down the bags of snacks near the pillow fort you had constructed before meandering over to you

you can feel his eyes on you and you look up at him “what?”

“why did you cancel on jeno?”

“let’s discuss this in our cozy pillow fort, hm?” you lightly take hold of his hand and lead him into the pillow fort, which is beautifully decorated by yours truly :)

you take a deep breath before starting: “okay, so I canceled on jeno because I knew something was up with you. every time I would mention my crush, during the past and now, you always seem to get upset afterward.”

he stays silent, and you take both of his hands in yours in an attempt to get an answer out of him

“is it something that I did? was I being too dense again? please, just tell me.”

your heart’s beating a mile a minute with how anxious you are and renjun doesn’t help slow it down when he responds with: “I love you, y/n.”

after those four words left his mouth, you were now awfully aware of all the physical contact you were making with him, but you didn’t dare move your hands from his “w-what?”

“I’m in love with you, y/n,” he repeated, out of breath this time “I’ve been in love with you since freshman year, even though you were really cringy in that year.”

you giggled and lightly kicked his shin before he continued: “then when you started talking about all these crushes you’ve had I started getting... jealous. I couldn’t help myself sometimes, and it didn’t help that you went on and on about them...”

“...I didn’t say anything about your crushes...”

“that’s because the only person I’ve had a crush on is you.”

“...oh.”

the air starts to become awkward and you start internally freaking out

“you know what? just forget everything I just said. I-”

“injunnie, no. the truth is, I like you too.”

you can see from his facial expression that he’s trying to process this new information “wait, what about your past crushes, and your crush now?”

“jaemin was an actual crush of mine. I did have an interest in jeno, but you being jealous diverted my attention from the said boy. you’ve been giving me butterflies in my stomach since last year, but I’ve been suppressing my feelings in fear of ruining our friendship.”

“wow, we’re really both fools, huh?” you swat the top of renjun’s head “okay, okay, I’m joking.”

“after all that emotional drama, let’s go binge-watch movies now!” you drag him out of the pillow fort and onto the couch, where you two laid on top of the other as you turned the tv on

while you were finding a movie to watch, renjun pressed a soft kiss to the side of your cheek before whispering: “I love you, y/n.”

you felt your heart melt before mumbling back: “love you too, injunnie.”

[blerbdrops]

bad name (b.h. x fem rdr)

im drunk and thirsty for billy hargrove and i thought of this in the back of an uber lets GET IT

summary: you and billy used to date. emphasis on used to. now, you stay away from him at all costs but keep finding yourself drawn to him, coming back all over again.

warnings: smut (18+),angst if you squint kind of ((i never wrote angst before. forgive me lmfao)), slight praise kink, underage drinking, smoking probably, toxic relationships, billy hargrove in himself counts as a warning right ? unprotected sex. wrap it before you tap it folks!! fluff towards the end i guess. oh everyone in this fic is 18 and older btw bc smut LMAO

song inspo that u should also listen to when reading this: you give love a bad name x bon jovi, i hate myself for loving you x joan jett & the blackhearts

it was another saturday night, and tina invited you to another one of her ragers. again. not like you had anything against partying, as any teenager in a small town like hawkins, but you knew your ex was going to be there and you really werent trying to see him. you knew he was going to be there because he thrives off of attention, no matter how good OR bad it was. 

you and billy dated for six months. six months you had tamed the beast in him. but it all came undone when he had some other bitch wrapped around his arm in the school parking lot like grip tape on a wooden baseball bat. you spat at his feet and ended the relationship, right then and there.

or so you thought. between every hookup billy had, and every guy you managed to get free dinner and head from, you two were drawn back to each other but in a sick, twisted way. like a fly caught in a spiders web. sometimes he was the fly, and you the spider. 

tonight though, you were two beers and three rum & cokes deep. the bass of the music thrummed through your body. not like you were dancing though. you only came to get drunk and get laid. and you were already drunk.

you smoothed out the crinkle in your denim mini-skirt, leaning against a wall, surveying the crowd. you caught billy in your vision, frizzy blond curls and all, dancing up against some random girl from the cheer team. you didnt get jealous. i mean, how could you? you knew if you wanted him, you could have him. you did have him, at one point. 

while he was dancing, he looked around and locked his gaze within yours. he licked his lips at you, to which you returned a sultry wink. you used your tongue to wrap around the straw in your cup of spiked punch to bring it closer to your mouth and raised an eyebrow at him. he took sight of this and eased his way off the dance floor. he slightly stumbled his way over to you. leaning his arm against the wall above you, he looked down at you. he placed his hand on the small of your back, bringing you closer into him. he knew what you liked. 

“hey sweetheart.” he purred into your ear. “you look real good tonight.”

you flushed, letting out a laugh. “and so do you. couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

he smirked at you, licking his lower lip. “lets get out of here. you and me, for old times sake?”

you knew fucking him was gonna be bad. so, so bad for the both of you. but the heat pooling between your legs led you to believe otherwise.

“take me to my place, baby.” you purred into his ear. he grabbed you by the hand and led you both to his car, opening the passenger door for you. you both eased yourself into the brown leather bucket seats of his camaro. before he turned on his car, he grabbed the fabric of your shirt and pulled you in for a fervent, needy kiss. it was full of sin, fire, and teeth biting on lips. you both had to exercise restraint, because you both had a long night ahead.

the ride was spent with his hand gripping your thigh, and vice versa. neither of you wanted to lose physical contact with each other. he pulled into your empty driveway, save for your car being in there. 

“where are your folks?” he asked, turning to you. 

“gone for the weekend. went to go sightsee or something.” you replied. “wouldnt have brought you to mine if they were home anyways.”

“i know doll.” you both exit the car and waste no time in getting to the front door. you fumble with the keys, not being able to concentrate with billy’s hard dick grinding up against your ass. you groaned at the feeling and ground back into him, earning the slightest moan from him. 

once you got in and slammed the door shut behind you, it was a wrap. 

he smashed his lips into yours, pressing you against the front door of your house. you returned the heated kiss to him. you bit his lower lip, eliciting a moan from him. you took this chance and slid your tongue into his mouth. the both of you becoming more aroused, you untucked his shirt from his pants and threw it off of him. he pulled off your shirt in one fell swoop, exposing your braless chest. he groaned at the sight of your barren chest and began leaving sloppy, drunken kisses down your neck, on your collarbone and breasts. he licked a trail up back to your neck and nipped at the shell of your ear. 

“miss me, baby girl? i know you fuckin’ did.” he purrs into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

“more than anything, daddy.” you bit at his neck, fiddling with the belt buckle at his waist, wanting more of him against you. 

he picks you up and you wrap your legs around him, letting his strong arms carry you up to your bedroom. once you two get in your room, he lets you go gently on your bed, and you pull off your skirt and kick off your shoes, leaving yourself in your black thong. he gets visibly harder through his denim jeans. 

“ugh you take too long. i want you right now.” you unfasten his black leather belt and cast it off to the empty side of the bed, the side that used to be his. you yank his pants and boxers down, and his erection springs out and bounces against his washboard abs. you throw your hair up into a ponytail and lick down his entire shaft. he lets out a breathy moan at this. 

he missed the way you looked with your mouth wrapped around his long, hard member. he loved the way you looked when you’d take his whole length in your mouth and looked up at him with innocent eyes. 

he snaked his hands to your ponytail and you raised an eyebrow at him, pulling his hands away from you and pinning them to his sides. he moaned at the way you took charge. you were the only girl who challenged him in bed. you bobbed your head against him as he slowly thrust into your mouth. you looked up at him and met his gaze, smiling as best as you could with his dick in your mouth. 

“my god, angel.” he groaned out. “you look so goddamn good right now.” 

you hummed against him, feeling his orgasm ever so slightly build up. but you werent going to let him cum just yet. 

you pulled off of him, releasing his wrists from your grip and slowly pumping him. “hold out for me, baby boy.” he immediately pulls you off of his knees and places you on the bed, leaving rough kisses along your body, love bites on your collarbone and breasts. he used his teeth to pull down your underwear, discarding of them completely with his hands when they got low enough. he gently kissed along the insides of your thighs, his breaths teasing your pussy as you grew wetter for him.

he gently traces his index finger along your folds, chuckling darkly. “so wet. and its all for me, huh angel?”

you sigh, head hitting your fluffy pillows. “yes baby. all for you. please, please dont keep me waiting any longer. i need you.”

and that was all it took. he dove into you face first, flattening his tongue out and licking along your slit. your hands sunk into his blond mop, gripping tighter at him. you felt the vibration of his moan throughout your entire body and you let a sinful moan escape your lips. he took this as incentive to pull you closer by your thighs and really taste you. 

he ate you out like you two were never going to fuck again. his tongue found its way to your clit. he used one of his free hands to pull back the hood on your clit to expose it further. you arched your back into him, moans becoming louder. this only spurred him on as he gently sucked on your exposed clit. he used his other free hand to slide two fingers inside you. your grip on his hair got tighter as you rode his face, essentially. you felt your thigh muscles contract as you almost hit your orgasm. keyword: almost. he stops, and you whine at the loss of his mouth. the sight of him is almost holy. 

his blond curls tumbled down and hit his shoulders, his eyes glassy and full of fire, lust, and desire. his lips glistened in the dim light of your room, full, pink and swollen. his smooth skin shone, and you swear you almost came at the sight of him. 

“bend over for me sugar.” he says to you, in a sultry and demanding way. you flip over with ease, giving him the perfect view of your ass. you pulled a pillow closer to your face, letting it rest there. he looked at you dreamily. 

“atta girl. youre so fucking sexy.” he kissed your ass, which made you moan and push back on him, letting the tip of his dick graze against your wet pussy. 

“fuck babygirl. youre so goddamn wet. i love that.” he moaned, teasing you and himself at your entrance. “dripping wet, and all for me. your pussy is so damn beautiful.” 

you moaned into the pillow before picking your head up, “my GOD billy! please just fuck me into my mattress already, i cant wait much longer. i need that big, thick dick inside me so fucking bad baby.”

without anymore hesitation, he slid into you with ease. you both moaned at feeling each other like this again. he thrusted into you harder and harder. you bit the pillow as he laid a harsh smack against your ass, watching it redden. 

“oh god baby! yes, yes, yes!!” you moan out loudly, throwing your ass back against him as he fucked you. he loved when you fucked him back, loved watching your ass jiggle against his pelvis. he used his knees to push your legs apart, and get deeper into you. 

“god, yes princess.” he let out between thrusts. “i love when you push back on me like that. you miss my dick babygirl?”

he ruts into you, you screaming out in pleasure. “AH! oh yes daddy. i missed that dick inside me.” you felt the pressure of your orgasm build in your stomach. he felt your walls clench against his dick, and he slid out of you. 

“on your back. now.” he demanded. you threw yourself against your soft blankets as he nudged your legs spread eagle in front of him. he slid into you once more, starting with slow, deep strokes. 

“oh baby. go faster, please.” you begged him. he smiled at you.

“hm? you want me to go faster? you mean.. like this?” he picked up his pace, fast enough to arouse you but not to harm you. he knew you too well and you were too stubborn to admit it. 

“o-oh fuck yes! just like that. my god baby!!” you screamed out, burying your face into the crook of his neck and biting down. this only made him rut into you harder. he lifted up one of your legs and let it rest against his shoulder, allowing him to hit your g-spot with every thrust. 

“oh, you like that babygirl?” he cooed. “i know you fuckin’ do. god, i missed this pussy so goddamn much!” he thrusted into you, not being able to hold out much longer. not with the way you writhed against him, or how his name seemed to roll off your tongue with ease. “who’s pussy is this? who do you belong to?” he demanded an answer, and who were you to deny him that luxury?

“fuck, daddy! its yours, its all yours.” you drew out your moan, clawing into his back. “you feel so fucking good. i missed you inside me so fucking much!” you cried out. your orgasm built up again, your walls tightening around billy. 

“look at me, angel. look at me when you cum all over my dick.” he used his free hand to rub slow circles on your clit, sending you to the brink of your orgasm. his thrusts became sloppier and you knew he was going to cum too. 

“oh! o-oh fuck DADDY! yes, yes yes!” you screamed out, your pussy spasming around his dick. he continued to rub on your clit as your nails dug into and down his back while you rode out your climax on his hand. you were both certain that those marks would take a while to fade. he didnt care. 

“goddamn babygirl. im gonnna cum. where do you want it” he said, edging himself so he could hear your answer. instead of verbal response, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, ready to catch him in your mouth. he groaned at this in response, and felt his abs tighten. 

“oh fuck. come here princess.” he swiftly pulls out of you and pumps himself onto your open mouth. you catch every spurt of cum and take the extra measure to lick off the excess that dripped from his tip. you slowly and gently sucked him off, making sure to clean him off in the process. you released him from your mouth with a pop and smiled, looking up at him. he was breathing heavy and so were you, sweaty from the sinful, nasty sex you two had shared. 

spent, billy collapsed onto your bed. you throw off the covers, allowing you and him to get underneath them. you cracked a window to air out the room. you reached into your nightstand and pulled out a cigarette from your cigarette box and your cheap lighter and lit one up. you took a nice, long drag and exhaled before passing it to billy. you two shared a cigarette in your post-sex euphoria. 

“so.” he began, “when is this gonna happen again?”

“it’ll happen when it happens. you know i cant guarantee anything for you.” you responded, finishing the cigarette and ashing out on your ashtray in the window.

“right. is that why we’re here now? and you’re not my girl?” he responded. 

“billy you had some other bitch on you like white on rice when i came out into the school parking lot. thats why im not your girl.” you turned on your side, facing him. “worst part is, you embarrassed yourself, and me. that shit hurt.” 

a poignant silence hung in the air. he had nothing to refute your statement with, because you cant argue facts. “(y/n). you know i still love you. right?” 

you sighed. “yes. i still love you too. but i cant find it in me to keep away from you. i dont know what it is about you. you’re bad.”

“so i’ve been told.” he replies flatly. “can we- can we just enjoy what this is for now, at least?”

“yeah. we can.” you snuggled into his chest, his arm wrapping around you and pulling up the covers to keep your naked bodies warm, together. 

[certifiedmoth]

Parent’s Night In

Dad!Michael x Reader

Summary: Michael and Y/N finally get the house to themselves for one night while their kids are away

Notes: This is really sweet and fluffy!! I could write about dad!michael for the rest of my life (and I just might, oops), also - michael’s kids don’t actually make an appearance in this fic, so it’s not really michael being a dad, it’s more about what mikey & y/n get up to when the kids aren’t there ... anyways, enjoy! ♥ (gif credit to @lngdns)

Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex, light choking, cum eating), light daddy/mommy kink, light breeding kink, lmao i’m ridiculous i’m like “it’s FLUFFY” and then proceed to list my warnings like BREEDING KINK, CHOKING

Word Count: 7.3K

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Sighing from exhaustion, Michael’s fingertips curled around the ornate door handle, opening the large mahogany door to his secluded and private home in the sanctuary. Expecting to hear the familiar and entertaining sounds of chaos fill the air, the devil’s son was instead greeted by silence. He couldn’t remember a time when his house had been so quiet and still. Since the arrival of his little ones, movement and noise seemed to fill every grand hallway and room. Their infectious laughter and the pitter patter of their tiny feet echoed throughout the large contemporary-style home at all times of the day.  What was once a quiet paradise shared between him and his lover, quickly grew into a home overflowing with love.

It had been years since you and Michael had decided to finally start a family. It was much too big of a house for just the two of you, Michael had pointed out one afternoon while walking through the gardens in the large estate with your hand held gently in his. With the sun almost setting, it had gleamed against his golden hair and turned his eyes into blue pools of liquid crystal, making him look almost godlike. If you hadn’t known better, you might have thought he was an angel.

“You know, my love… As much as I’d love to hide away here with you forever,” his strong arms found their way around your waist, pulling you against his warm body. “This place might look a lot nicer with some little ones running around.”

That night, Michael had promised to put life inside of you. Loving touches and sweet moans filled the air as your bodies moved passionately together beneath the sheets; the two of you intertwined and inseparable without a care in the world. In your blissful state, you would have stayed that way forever if it weren’t for the chirping of birds outside, reminding you a new day had arrived. The stars had vanished and the sun had crept its way into the sky once more, Michael’s promise being fulfilled as he placed gentle kisses to your bare stomach, whispering, “This is the beginning of everything, my love.”

Over time, the two of you eventually grew into five and upon reflection, you both thought you were crazy for putting off being parents for such a long time. So much love and joy came into your lives with each pregnancy and each new addition to the family. Michael loved being a father and you loved being a mother. Your family meant everything to the both of you.

Shortly after the birth of your last child, the two of you laid under mountains of blankets in your four-poster bed laughing at the fact that you were somehow finally outnumbered. Three children and only two of you. Michael had sat up against the antique headboard and crossed his hands behind his head, leaning back cockily while muttering a nonchalant, “I can handle it.”

Memories of previous fiascoes involving Michael as a parent all filled your mind as you squinted up at him. He had once spilled a bottle of milk all over himself, the black of his designer coat drenched in the white substance. And not to mention, the very first time he ever changed a diaper – It was something he definitely did not like reminiscing about. And who could forget the time he trudged through the house, looking utterly exhausted as two squealing toddlers hung to each of his legs? The memories brought a smile to your already laughing face as you pat his thigh condescendingly and spoke in a mocking tone, “Okay, sure, papa bear.”

But years later, he showed that he genuinely could handle it. He never once faltered as a father, or a husband, for that matter. Always loving and attentive to each and every one of his babies needs – including yours.

~

Michael stood still in the grand entryway, his brows knitting together as he took in the silence of his once noisy home. “Y/N?” he yelled loudly, hoping to hear your angelic voice ring throughout the halls. “Hello?” His graceful legs carried him away from the front door, only to pick up a stuffed animal that had been thrown on the ground from earlier. His boots echoed throughout the house as he walked into the living room, noticing how still the air was. His long fingers fidgeted with the plush cat before exhaling a discontent sigh and discarding it on the couch.

“Hello…?” his voice, which now carried a slight tone of agitation, rang throughout the house as he considered where his loved ones could be. A kiss from his wife or a hug from one of his babies would have been really appreciated after the long day he had. It became apparent to Michael earlier that he worked with a bunch of non-deserving imbeciles who seemingly forgot who Michael was and what he was capable of. Certain individuals had decided upon themselves to question Michael’s way of running things, even challenging him in front of the board. And he might have had to put a couple of people in their place – in his own particularly cruel and satisfying way. The silence that ensued was quite enjoyable on his end. However, the silence he heard now in his own house did nothing to soothe his nerves. He longed for the sound of his loved ones.

“In here, baby!” Your voice eased his worries as it rang from the kitchen just a couple rooms over. He would never tire of hearing you call him by that name. Every new day as you awoke in bed, you greeted him with a kiss and a small, “morning, baby.” Hearing the pet name come from your lips filled him with an insurmountable amount of love and he wondered every morning just what exactly he had done to deserve you.

Aromatic smells of garlic and basil wafted through the kitchen as he found you with your back turned to him, attending to something on the six-burner stove. His boots clicked loudly against the marble floor, only stopping when the warmth of his chest radiated against your back. “Hm, what’s this? My beautiful wife all by herself?” His arms wove around your waist as he placed a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder. The soft material of his black coat felt comforting as his body wrapped around your tiny frame.

“Not by herself anymore,” your pleased voice rang in his ears as you stopped stirring the boiling pot of water full of homemade pasta. As you put the wooden spoon down and turned your head over your shoulder, you were greeted with blue eyes. The same blue eyes you had fallen in love with all those years ago. “Hi, baby,” you leaned in for a quick kiss, finally greeting the man who possessed your heart.

“Hi, my love,” he whispered as he pulled away, his hand continuing to rub soothing circles on your waist. The over-the-top smile you gave him before turning back to the food on the stove had his own plush lips turning up at the corners. “And… exactly where are my babies?” He questioned, refusing to let go of his hold on you as he squeezed your waist abruptly, enjoying your ticklish body squirming against his own.

“Michael, do not start with that,” you warned unconvincingly as the laughter in your voice betrayed you. “Miriam took them for the night,” you winced as a drop of hot water splashed against your hand. Even with something you loved as much as cooking and had done a million times before, you were still your same clumsy self and it warmed Michael’s heart to see you like this. He mindlessly took your hand in his and placed his lips gently to your skin – his way of making things better. “She practically begged me,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “Said something about ‘missing the youngsters’, I don’t really know,” your shoulders shrugged as you placed bundles of basil in a second pan full of simmering tomatoes.

“Well…” Michael’s voice was smooth like honey as he continued, “Good – As much as I love our little ones, it’s nice to have the place to ourselves for once,” he closed his eyes, breathing in your calming scent. “My love, I’ve missed you…” His delicate fingertips moved your hair away from your neck and he placed a small, but loving kiss there. “Let me go get out of these clothes and then I’m all yours.” His grasp on you finally lets up and the warmth your back grew accustomed to vanishes as his boots clicked once more against the floor.

Watching him walk across the room, you admired the way his tight pants showed off one of his greatest assets and just as if he read your mind, Michael turned his head knowingly to look at you. With his eyes squinted, he purred a quiet “naughty girl” and shot you a wink before swiftly exiting the kitchen.

~

The silver utensils clinked against one another as you set the table in your dining room for only two that night. Candles flickered in their respective places with the chandelier high above in the air casting a soft glow around its surroundings that turned the atmosphere into an intimate one. The smell of freshly made pasta filled the warm room as it sat in porcelain dishes ready to be devoured. The only thing that seemed to be missing was a special someone to share it with.

“Boo,” a voice whispered right next to your ear causing you to shriek and clutch your chest in shock.

“I hate when you do that!” you scolded your laughing husband who found too much enjoyment in using his transmutation abilities to startle you.

“I know, darling – But you’re just too adorable when frightened like this,” his voice smooth as velvet as he held in his outstretched hand the last thing that was needed for tonight – your favorite cabernet.

“You’re lucky I love you or else I might not want to put up with you,” you grumbled in a joking manner, feigning a small pout as he leaned in to place his lips against your temple, giving it a quick kiss before walking towards your chair and pulling it out.

“Oh hush, you’ll put up with me for eternity, just as I’ll put up with you even after we’re sitting as king and queen in my father’s domain. Now… Please sit, mademoiselle,” he tilted his head towards the plush oxblood and gold chair. The corners of your mouth lifted from the sound of the French word rolling off his tongue. He knew that was one of your weaknesses, the cheeky man. You rolled your eyes at him, slyly mouthing the word “whatever” before finding your place on the soft cushion.

Abruptly, your chair is pushed in as Michael bends down gracefully behind you and places his face close to yours. The warmth of his skin radiates off of your neck as his delicate breath cools the skin there, sending a small shiver down your spine. His stubble, the result of him not shaving for a couple of days, rubs against your skin in a teasing manner and the alluring man whispers lowly, “Now I know you aren’t using the W word with me. What would your children think, hm?”

The scoff that leaves you entertains him like nothing else, “Don’t play the mom card on me!”

“I most certainly will play the mom card on you, my love.” His once amused eyes adopted a feigned innocence and his plush lips turned into an exaggerated pout, “Your children would be so upset about mommy treating daddy like this.”

You shook your head in disbelief and placed your elbow on the rich, thick wood of the dining table, hiding the large grin that was plastered across your face behind your hand, “Just pour the wine.”

His deep and elegant laugh echoed off of the walls as he opened the bottle of red. You admired the muscles in his toned arms tensing as he worked the cork out. This was the Michael you enjoyed most. When he dressed casually, a simple black t-shirt that hugged his chest tightly and sweatpants that once again showed off his perfect physique. His long, golden locks were hung in a loose bun with the occasional strand falling out, framing his handsome face. The red eyeshadow he wore in public still painted the corners of his cerulean eyes and you fell in love all over again. How icy his eyes had looked the first time you met him – but now how warm and inviting they were. The ice in his irises turning to a sizzling fire that burned blue – they never failed to swallow you up whole in the sapphire warmth that they held.

With both of your glasses filled generously, Michael took his place across from you. You noticed he still wore his jewelry from earlier in the day as the rings adorning his slender fingers chimed against the surface of his glass when he picked it up ever so gently to take a sip. Carefully, you watched as he licked his lips of the crimson liquid, his eyes closing shut in a moment of bliss as he savored this moment of peace.

“Are you done staring?” Your face scrunched up at his calm words and the smug look that adorned his face as his eyes then opened and stared amusingly back at you.

“No, I’m not done. I think I’ll stare for a bit longer, is that okay with you?” your tone playful as you stuck the tip of your tongue out at him.

He shook his head as he began eating from the plate in front of him, letting out a small sound of satisfaction as the flavors melted against his tongue. He went to pick up his wine glass again and shot a wink your way, “Tsk tsk, such a trouble maker, you are... This is amazing, by the way, my love.”

His praise warmed your heart as you began eating yourself. “Of course I am… Plus, you’re a trouble maker yourself, Mr. Langdon – you don’t fool me for one bit,” you winked back at him. “You need somebody to match your troublesome ways – Why else would you have married me?” You laughed to yourself, enjoying the familiar banter you and your husband frequently shared in.

“There are a million reasons why I married you, ma chérie. And I’m not trying to fool you,” his eyes showed a dangerous edge to them as they gleamed under the soft light of the room, a devilish grin appearing on his striking face. “Although I do believe you still have me beat, regardless of how troublesome I am, Mrs. Langdon.”

“Whatever you say,” you cheerily sing, the smug look on your face not wavering. The corners of Michael’s lips turned up into a smile as he finally felt relaxed from the stresses of his day.

~

You both took your time enjoying your meal without the hassle of having to wrangle 3 children under 7 years old to stay still at the table. Dinner time was always nice, but it was usually spent with toys littering every surface and making sure every kid ate enough. To just have each other’s company was a gift – and neither of you took it for granted.

Your dishes found themselves in the sink to be left for later and your wine glasses (and a new bottle) found their place on the glass coffee table in the living room, thanks to Michael’s abilities. When you had offered to have a movie night, Michael replied, in his own affectionate way, by swiftly picking you up and carrying you to the plush, sectional couch where your wine was waiting for you.

“How did you know I’d want to come in here?” You squinted at him while picking up your glass and finishing off what was left in there.

“Darling, even if I couldn’t read your mind, we’ve known each other so long I basically know what you’re thinking at any given time,” he shrugged nonchalantly, pouring some more of the crimson liquid into your neglected glass.

“You said you wouldn’t do that, Mikey.” The nickname he was never fond of. It was juvenile and undermined his power, apparently. You didn’t think that but he had some serious opinions on the matter one very drunk night 5 years ago.

His eyes glanced from your wine glass to your own irises swiftly in a warning manner. “I said I would try not to do that,” he spoke calmly.

“Oh, don’t tell me the big and powerful antichrist can’t fight the urge to read a simple human’s mind,” you pushed further, loving the way his chest puffed out as he was getting riled up but didn’t want to show it.

“Y/N, you know what I’m capable of – perhaps it’s just that I’m not trying my hardest to stop your thoughts from flooding my mind. It is nice, occasionally, hearing your voice more frequently. Although, I can’t say that applies to the present.” Michael looked positively happy with himself as he breathed out a victorious sigh and took his place next to you against the emerald cushion.

Even though you were a pain in his ass, something he was able to joke around with you about, he truly loved how defiant you were – How you were never afraid to challenge him. He was aware of how in love you were with him, so he never worried about your intentions.  A younger, more insecure Michael would have broken down at your words. There was so much shame that followed Michael around those days about how needy he was for your love and praise. He needed to know that he was loved always, and if he never received that he would have spiraled. But the Michael who laid next to you tonight was a different man. He knew that he was the only man to cross your mind. The only man to have access to your heart. He never needed to worry that your love for him wasn’t true – He was confident and secure in just how loved he was.

The fireplace lit by itself and some candles nearby as well, casting the room in a dim glow. The air felt warmer and cozier as you two nestled in the comfort of each other. The couch you lay on was big enough for nearly three of your families to enjoy but you and Michael always gravitated towards each other, finding yourselves intertwined and melted into one another.

“Any ideas, love?” Michael questioned while flipping through channels on the large flat screen and absentmindedly playing with your hair. A habit of his you found out early on in your relationship. You swore it calmed him almost as much as it did you – It gave him some type of comfort to rest his hands in your hair and play with the loose strands. It was one of your favorite things that he did. Such a small, but loving act that never failed to soothe you.

“Hm…” your voice trailed off in thought. “I was thinking we could watch the omen?” You joke, noticing the way his hand stills and his face shifts to look down at you – There was no doubt that he was glaring at you. His intimidating appearance did nothing to you though as you knew him better than anyone and knew he would appreciate that joke. The corners of his mouth eventually turn up, betraying him as he fights a smile.

“You know…” Michael starts off with a sigh. “I’m so good to you… I treat you like a goddess, I bring you gifts, I’m a good father, a loving husband… and this is the kind of treatment I get?”

The laugh that erupts from you is contagious as it reverberates off the walls. Michael shakes his head while a soft chuckle falls from his lips. You can feel his chest move as some loose strands of his hair tickle the side of your face. How warm and soft he was and how grateful you were to be held in this man’s arms. And there he was, beside you, feeling as if he was the luckiest man on earth to be able to hold you against him and call you “his”.

“Okay, what about Omen 2?” you ask, looking up at him with mischief in your eyes. The scoff he lets out almost sounds comical. In retaliation, his hands quickly snake around your waist and dig into your skin causing a loud yelp to erupt from you.

“Michael, stop!” you plead between gasps. Your laughter and squeals fill the room and the other man enjoys the way you fight back against him. Michael always loved how ticklish you were; the sadistic side of him rarely ever came out around you, because he loved you too much to cause you any real pain, but he did enjoy the pleasurable suffering that came out of attacking you like this.

“Maybe you should be nicer to me…” His voice a mere whisper as he hummed against your skin while pushing you down onto the couch. You were enveloped in his warmth, his body laying against you possessively. Somehow when you two were alone, things always took a turn, regardless of what you were doing. You never really could seem to keep your hands off of one another. Regardless of your age, you were still two needy teenagers hopelessly in love.

“But if I’m always nice, you might not behave like this…” you purr, nudging your nose against his.

“So, your bad behavior is really just a cry for attention, then?” His face is smug and triumphant – the cocky bastard, you think to yourself. He quirks his eyebrow before placing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. “No naughty words, mama… You really ought to learn to be nice to daddy.”

You want to continue fighting him, but the more he talks, the more your body melts against his. Your breathing deepens and all that fills your mind is how good his body feels against yours – clothed or not.

“I- I thought I told you to stay out of my head, Langdon,” you manage to get out. Your hands trail down to the small of his back where his shirt has bunched up, revealing a small part of exposed skin. He’s warm to the touch and you can’t help but dig your hands under the band of his sweatpants to feel more of him. He eyes you hungrily while a smirk graces his golden face. Slowly, he leans down close to your ear, his breath hits your skin and it drives you crazy with lust.

“I thought you like it when I’m inside you?” His voice taunts as he notices the chill that runs through you. You can feel his smile against your skin as he takes his time kissing your neck, sucking gently and occasionally leaving small love bites.

“Baby, no marks. We don’t need the kids asking why mommy’s bruised all over,” you remind him.

“Wear a scarf or makeup to cover it. I’m not stopping,” his voice is stern as he bites harshly on your skin before pulling away to place his forehead against yours.

Your breath is shaky with desire and he matches your intensity as you both breathe in each other. You lay there for several moments, neither of you feeling the need to rush or say anything – you simply take your time feeling each other and melting into one another.

He’s the first to move when he places his plump lips gently on yours, holding them there for a second too long. His movements are slow and passionate and it sets your heart ablaze to feel so much love radiating off of him.

“We could make another one, you know…” His voice soft and his hand gentle as it strokes your cheek. The blush that has found its way onto your skin warms his heart as his blue eyes stare down at you longingly. Some lose strands of his golden hair fall around your face and you can feel the metal of his rings grace your cheek as he holds you as if you were a delicate glass figure, capable of breaking at the slightest touch.

“Think you can handle another one?” you whisper.

“I can handle it,” the corners of his lips turn up making you replicate his smile as your mind remembers the exact moment he uttered those same words after the birth of your last child.

All it takes is Michael leaning down the slightest bit and his lips are attached to yours. Your familiar taste, in addition to the copious amounts of wine consumed that night, hits his tongue and he pushes his body further down onto yours. You feel him harden more as your hands roam his body – making their way from inside his sweatpants to underneath his shirt, exploring his warm skin. You needed to feel him on you and from the way he was acting, he needed you just as bad.

His lips found their way to your neck again as he mischievously sucked red and purple marks, making sure to disobey your previous command. The feeling of his tongue running over the sensitive love bites causes you to exhale a needy moan and Michael catches it instantly.

“Somebody’s a little excited… hm?” He teases, nipping at your skin. “Is somebody a little desperate for my touch?” Michael smugly questions while continuing his assault on your neck. While he was busy with tasting you and marking you, he paid no attention to the way in which his pants grew tighter – But you did.

“I wouldn’t say that I’m the only one,” you push his hips down onto yours while simultaneously thrusting up. His movements still as a sensual moan falls from his slightly swollen lips. His stubble rubs against the sensitive skin on your neck and you wince, before the pain turns to pleasure. The smell of his cologne fills you while you take notice of his hard length resting in between your bodies.

“Of course I’m desperate for your touch,” his tough guy act comes crumbling down as he is replaced with a soft and needy longing to feel your bare skin on his. To be as close to you as he can – to feel your warmth surround him and comfort him.

Michael’s hand makes its way under your shirt, exploring the skin there before resting on your breast. He massages you tenderly, noticing the way your nipples perk up at his familiar warm touch. A moan is released from your mouth while he pinches your nipple and rolls it in his long fingers delicately. You were filled with so much need for this man, it was almost becoming unbearable. Your underwear became more and more drenched with your arousal while his erection twitched against your stomach – your bodies needed one another, needed to touch one another and elicit that sinful euphoria that only you two could give each other.

You started tugging at Michael’s shirt and he replicated your actions. With his lips still attached to yours, he lifted himself up, bringing you with him to rid you both of your clothes. Much to his dismay, you pulled away but only to lift his shirt off of his body and let it drop to the floor. Your hands ran down his chest as you took in the sight of him – no matter how many years you had been together, you never got over the way he looked. You melted at the sight of your bare husband, but needed more. His lips captured yours again while your fingers went straight to his sweatpants.

“Eager miss,” Michael smiled against your lips, enjoying the feeling of your hands so close to where he needed them. A small whimper fell from your mouth at being called out for how desperate you were for the man before you. Michael delicately lifted your shirt off of you and discarded it gently to the floor before pulling you in for another kiss. His tongue licked your bottom lip while he let out a shaky breath from the feeling of your fingertips gracing his neglected cock. You could feel a wet spot from where his precum had leaked out and you thought for a moment to tease him about it, just to get him a little more worked up – but the truth was that you were too desperate for him, you needed him now. You couldn’t waste time on banter right this second.

With Michael being as sneaky as he is, his hand appeared against your core eliciting a small gasp from you. He took his chance and dove his tongue into your mouth, tasting you while rubbing little circles against your clothed heat. Your arms went around his neck as you pulled him close to you and rocked your hips gently against his fingers. The pleasure pooling in your abdomen was screaming at you with need for him.

“Baby, I need you… please…” You nearly begged your husband. Your hand raked itself into his golden hair, massaging the lower part of his scalp as his hair rest lazily in its bun. His strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as you were gently laid against the plush cushions again.

“Anything for you, my love,” he breathed out huskily, pulling his sweatpants off while licking his swollen lips. The sight of Michael finally completely bare nearly had you pawing at the man; you would never tire of seeing him like this.

His cock glistened and bobbed up and down as he knelt before you and slowly dragged your pants off of your legs, throwing them beside his own. Michael noticed the plush cat from earlier lying beside you and he frustratingly tossed it on the floor, not needing a reminder of who that belonged to while him and his wife were trying to be intimate. He leaned down to envelop you in a warm embrace, sighing contentedly in the crook of your neck at the feeling of your skin against his. Nothing comforted him more.

“Love you so much,” he muttered, feeling absolute safety and love being this close to you.

“Love you, too” your voice a mere whisper. His length rest against your stomach, leaking precum onto your skin. Your hips swiveled around his to try and urge him on and he bit back a groan, taking your hands and raising them above your head to hold them down; a small act of dominance while he lined himself up with your entrance. He laced his fingers in between yours and gently kissed you while thrusting into you slowly.

You shared moans between each other at this familiar feeling taking place. Nothing felt as good as Michael fitting comfortably inside of you. And nothing gave him as much bliss as being surrounded by your warm walls. Your bodies melted in to each other, just as they had a thousand times before; he moved his hips back slowly, only to thrust into you once more.

He found a nice, slow pace, wanting to savor and feel every part of your body. His cock slid in and out of you, setting your body on fire from the feeling of him stretching you out over and over again. Michael’s face rest in the crook of your neck, his stubble rubbing deliciously against your skin with each thrust of his hips. So tender he held your hands above your head while rubbing small circles with his thumbs against your skin. You felt his large rings against your hand, but you paid most attention to the one on his left ring finger – Sometimes you still couldn’t believe you were blessed enough to be married to the love of your life. And to feel the things he made you feel. Particularly like this, with his hips curving into yours upwards, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

The moans that escaped your lips were heaven to his ears – Sometimes he truly thought you were an angel. “How could something this beautiful belong to me?” He would think over and over again, completely in awe every time he had you beneath him like this.

“Michael… faster…” you pleaded, feeling the fire in your lower abdomen spark. His hands left yours and instead found their place elsewhere. His left arm wrapped itself under your neck to support you and his right held your hip tightly in its grasp. You didn’t think he could possibly get closer to you, but here he was holding your body in his arms while picking up his pace and snapping his hips into yours; his lips danced across your skin.

The tip of his cock thrust deep into you as lewd sounds filled the air. His adam’s apple bobbed up and down while the veins in his arms became more prominent as adrenaline coursed through him. Your head felt dizzy with lust and need for Michael to give you your release, but you also wanted to savor this moment – for it to never end. You needed him, but at the same time you wanted to take your time. His chuckle broke your train of thought.

“Darling, trust me when I say this isn’t the last you’ll have of me tonight. Go ahead and chase your high, my love,” he encouraged the fire in you building; his building as well.

“Leave my thoughts alone,” a small giggle left your lips, quickly being replaced with a moan at a particularly hard thrust.

“I thought we share everything?” He teases, thinking back to the vows you spoke on your wedding day.

“But, that’s not fair,” you whine. “I can’t read your mind,” your breath hitches in your throat at how perfect he feels inside of you right now. You never wanted this to end, but took him on his word that this was only the first round.

“I always speak freely to you. You can ask anything your heart desires and I will tell you. You know that, my love. Do you-“ he groans, closing his eyes for a second at the feeling of you clenching and unclenching around his long length. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking about right now?” You stare deeply into his lust-filled blue eyes, your brows furrowed and mouth agape, not being able to respond besides the small nod your head makes. “How badly I want to put another baby in you,” he exhales a growl, his mouth straightening into a line before lowering himself and thrusting into you harder.

His words set you ablaze and you found yourself lost in ecstasy. “Give me a baby, Michael, please,” you beg, raking your nails against his back. “I- I want you to fill me up,” your voice breaks as you feel your orgasm building – an intense pleasure begging to be set free. His breath is shaky against your throat and his thrusts become a bit sloppier as he nears his end himself.

“C’mon, my love. Let go,” you hear his husky voice in your ear as your body begins to tense; you held him tightly to your body feeling your pleasure building and building, ready to explode. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as Michael rocks his hips into yours. Your needy and desperate moans make it hard for him to focus on anything else but bringing you to your release.

You feel yourself about to tip over the edge as your muscles tense, your breath hitching in your throat and then suddenly you are hurdled into your orgasm, your body letting go as you scream Michael’s name. You feel an explosion of electricity which fades into waves crashing all over your body – pure euphoria. The man above you keeps his tight hold on you as he witnesses you come undone before him.

You slowly begin to open your eyes as the pleasure dissolves leaving you in a state of bliss. You see Michael looking tranced as he watches you before he leans down and crashes his lips on yours, needing to taste you to send him over the edge himself.

“Don’t cum on the couch, baby. We don’t need the kids seeing what we get up to when they’re away.” Your voice is weak as you continue, “Try not to make a mess.” He grips your hip harder as you poke fun at him.

“If I make a mess it’s because of you,” he grunts, his voice raspy and dangerous. “And how tight you are,” he thrusts hard into you enjoying the noise that leaves your lips as he bottoms out in you. His arm resting beneath your neck comes around and he places his large hand around your throat, squeezing gently to tell you to behave. His breath is shaky and you can feel the muscles in his back tense as he’s dangerously close to his own release. “How warm you feel around me,” his irises darken and he lowers himself to kiss you passionately, keeping the tight hold on your neck. “How wet you are… How I’m covered in your arousal,” his hot breath hits your skin as he growls against your lips.

Michael feels the fire in the pit of his stomach grow as his thrusts become sloppy. It’s harder to control himself as he chases his high – the feeling of your lips on his neck feels too good as he groans against your skin. His cock is drenched in your own cum; the loud, wet noises as he thrusts into you fill the dim room.

“My love, I’m… I-“ Michael thrusts as far as he can into you and his body stills, his cock twitching as he releases his warm cum deep inside of you. He grunts loudly as cum explodes from his tip, painting your walls with his seed. This feeling of euphoria is too much and he never wants it to end. He rubs his stubble against your neck as his sweet groans fill your ears; his hips thrusting a couple more times into you to make sure his cum is properly inside of you.

Michael’s body rests on top of yours as he tries to catch his breath, his own pleasure dissolving to leave him in a state of pure bliss. His head rustles slightly against your neck and the loose strands of his hair covering your face soothe you as you hold onto Michael. You feel positively full of him and you think to yourself, you never want this to end, as well.

Your hands delicately run down his back, comforting him as he collects himself and lifts his head to rest his forehead against yours. You take a moment to breathe in each other before he places his lips gently on yours, kissing you with every ounce of love he has for you. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips, stroking your cheek.

You smile up at him, gently tucking a strand of his golden hair behind his ear, “Love you more.”

He shakes his head, smiling down at you as he pecks your cheek softly, lifting himself off of you, “Impossible.” His voice is defiant as he pulls out of you, some of his cum dripping out of you and onto the cushion beneath you.

“Michael, what did I tell you,” your laugh breaks the silence of your house. “You’re cleaning that up,” you look down at the small mess.

“Actually,” he looks at you mischievously. “You’re cleaning that up.” He takes one of his ring-adorned fingers and gathers his cum on it, bringing it to your lips with a smirk on his own. You stare back with a dangerous look yourself, the smile evident on your face urging Michael on. You stare intensely while opening your mouth, ready for him. Michael places his long digit on your tongue and you wrap your lips around him, moaning at the familiar taste. You swirl your tongue around him and suck his finger dry, before he removes it with a ‘pop’ sound.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you and taste himself. He snakes his arm under your waist and holds you to him as he flips you both over; him resting beneath you on the plush couch while your head lays on his chest. His heartbeat can be heard while you run your fingers gently up and down his stomach. His own have taken their place in your hair while he kisses the top of your head.

When you had first met him, his touches had been fast and harsh; he gripped you tightly as if afraid you might slip from his fingers. He was gentle with you nowadays – he had no reason to fear that you’ll leave him. He was soft and delicate, always placing feather-light kisses to your lips in the morning and holding your body close to his gently at night. And he was no different now, his hands graced you softly while he placed kisses to your hair and took in your familiar warmth.

“I think we might just be lucky, my love,” Michael’s voice is soft as he snakes his hand around you to rest on your stomach, something he did immediately after every time you had had sex and given birth nine months later. He just had a way of knowing – even this early on. Your eyes found his and you both shared a look of love before leaning down to rest your head against his chest again, savoring this perfect moment.

You caught yourself in a trance while you ran your fingers across the scars on his arm. “Do you remember when we did this one?” You ask softly to your husband, catching him off guard. He looks down and finds you tracing one of his particularly long gashes from a previous blood ritual you both had taken part in.

“Of course, ma chérie,” his smirk is evident in his voice as a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest. “How could I forget? That was the first time I fucked your other little hole,” he remarks smugly.

“Michael!” you scold him playfully while lifting yourself and hitting his chest. He catches your hand in his and brings it to his lips, kissing you gently while his laughter continues. “So vulgar,” you whisper jokingly while leaning down to kiss him lightly.

“If I remember correctly, you enjoy it when I’m vulgar,” he replies huskily, running his hand down your back. “And if my memory serves me right, you particularly enjoyed that night – and the many others that came after,” he teases, as his hands find their place on your hips, pulling you on top of him as he swivels your hips against his gently.

“Hm, I’m not sure… I think you’ll have to jog my memory,” you feign ignorance, a playful smile forming on your lips.

“Oh, is that right?” His brow raises as he leans up, forcing you into a sitting position. “Hm… I think I will have to help you remember,” he whispers against your throat as he lifts you both off of the couch. Your small giggles can be heard in his ear as he carries you to the master bedroom.

“My darling, I do hope you’re prepared for what I have planned for you tonight,” he whispers against your skin. “You’re going to get fucked so hard, you’ll never be able to forget it,” his voice is raspy and dangerous as he grips your skin tight in his, making his way down the hall. “Our children will wonder what happened to poor mommy,” he chuckles dangerously, kicking open the bedroom door.

“And you were worried about some hickeys,” he remarks to himself; his laugh echoing throughout the house as he shuts the bedroom door.

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