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via NeilNewbon on Insta:đ· 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 đ 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
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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 boyfriendâs 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 didnât 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 âwork purposesâ and instead she gives him Spencerâs number and the cop happens to call Spencer and reader while heâs 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 youâd be the perfect person to write this đ
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Spencer had his number given out before due to a prank on Derekâs 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 youâd 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. âHey, Y/L/N, correct?â A voice came from behind you, making you turn to look over the person addressing you. Officer Laslow. âHi, yes. Thatâs me. How can I help you?â You asked, eyebrows raising.
You didnât 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. âI was just wondering if your team had any leads? I mean, Iâm sure the families know something,â He spoke, making you sigh as your shoulders slumped. âNothing, unfortunately.â You spoke while sipping from the coffee cup in your hands.
âNothing? What a shame. I was actually wondering if you and I could exchange numbers? No funny business, Iâm just wanting to make sure we can stay in communication throughout this case. You know, share intel.â
He couldâve just asked Aaron for updates. However, in the moment of being uncomfortable and not knowing what to say, you were clearing your throat. âWell. Okay.. Just for intel though.â You murmured, slowly taking the device from his hands to put in Spencerâs number instead of your own. Youâd 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. âHoney, I have a question.â 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. âIâve just had a lot of texts today. The person is addressing you by name. Wanna talk about who you gave my number to?â He asked softly. He knew it had to be a big deal if you wouldnât give someone your number.
âSome creep on the NYPD team. You shouldâve seen the way he looked at me, Spencer. It made me so uncomfortable.â You shivered while looking over at your boyfriend. âIâm sorry that I gave him your number. I didnât know what else to do.â The feeling of his hand rubbing your shoulder caused your body to relax, a soft sigh leaving his lips.
âIâm not upset with you by any means. I just wanted to ask. He didnât try and touch you or force himself on you, right?â He asked, slowly letting his arm wrap around your shoulders as you shook your head. âNo. Nothing like that. He was just twice my size and intimidating. I mean, he couldâve hurt me if I rejected him.â In this job, Spencer saw cases like that far too much, so he believed it.
âCome here.â He spoke while slowly pressing a few kisses against your cheek. âItâll be okay. Iâll speak with Hotch about it tomorrow. Itâll get taken care of.â He smiled, the back of his knuckle gently caressing your cheek. âHow did I get so lucky to be with you?â You asked softly, offering a smile as you leaned against his touch. âIâm the lucky one.â 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. âThis guy is a real piece of work.â 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 hadnât 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 wasnât long until your own hands were pushing at his clothes to bring him to the same level of unclothed as you were. âLay down.â 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. âFuck. I love you.â 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. âAre you kidding?â 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.
âW-we should stop.â You breathed, knowing he had to take the call judging by the look on his face. âNo. No, just lay there and take it, pretty girl. Iâm gonna settle this once and for all.â He murmured. Before you could object, he was swiping to answer the call. âI donât appreciate being ignored.â 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.
âSheâs busy but I can take a message.â Spencer answered as if he wasnât jackhammering you into the mattress right now, whines and moans slipping from your lips as you couldnât hold them back anymore. âWho is this?â The officer asked, now his annoyance being clear as day. âSpencer!â You gasped out, answering his question without even being aware of it.
âYou heard her. Tell the nice man on the phone who has the pleasure of fucking you.â Spencer grunted, making you red in the face as you gripped his upper arms. âYou!â
âMy name, baby. Tell him who gets to take you home every night.â
âSpencer!â You panted, head tossed back as he was pounding into your sweet spot.
âNow. If youâll excuse me, I have important matters to attend to. I hope you get the hint.â He murmured.
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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 wasnât 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.
âY/n! Who are your smiling at?â She curiously asked.
âN-no one, I donât know what youâre talking about.â You stuttered a little.
âI saw you, too. Who was it?â Your other friend, Anton asked teasingly.
âNo one, now let me eat.â You tried to find a way to escape the conversation, since you werenât ready to come clean and tell your friends about your secret boyfriend.
âDonât get angry, Y/nnie.â Anton squished your cheek teasingly.
âStop.â 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.
âJae! What the hell!â You placed your hand above your heart. âYou scared me.â
âIâm sorry, love.â He giggled a little bit. You blushed, still getting used to the petname.
âWhatâs up?â You asked.
âI just wanted to see if you wanted to go to the Astronomy Tower later, to watch the sunset.â Jaehyun responded nervously.
You found it so cute how he would still get nervous around you, even if you were dating.
âSure!â You smiled and after thinking for a second you gave him a delicate kiss on the cheek. âIâll see you later, Jae.â 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 werenât 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 walk past them without being seen, but you werenât lucky.
âY/n! Come join us!â Anton called you.
âI canât, Iâm going to the library.â You responded with the first thing that came to mind.
âWhy?â Bayyih questioned.
âGotta study for the Transfiguration test.â
âBut thatâs in two weeks.â Anton responded lifting an eyebrow.
âI know, but I want to start studying, you know how hard those exams are.â
âBut you never study in advance, youâre too lazy.â The girl said while crossing her arms. âWhat are you hiding from us?â
âNothing!â
âHmm⊠are you ditching us for some else?â The boy dramatically asked while widening his eyes. âPerhaps for a secret boyfriend?â
âW-what? What secret boyfriend?â You started getting nervous that they had figured out your secret.
âOh my god, Y/n! You have a secret boyfriend and you didnât tell your best friends?â Bayyih gasped.
You sighed, knowing you had been caught. âUgh, yeah. I have one.â
âWhat the hell, when did that happen?â
âHmm, six months ago.â
âWhat?!â Both screamed, you just smiled sheepishly.
âIâm sorry for not telling you, okay! I thought you werenât gonna like him or something.â
âWhy wouldnât we like him?â Anton asked. âPlease donât tell me heâs a Gryffindor.â
âThen I wonât tell you that.â
âOh god.â Bayyih covered her mouth in disbelief. âIs it Sungchan? Heâs kinda cute.â
âI guess. But no, itâs Jaehyun.â
âMyung Jaehyun? But heâs too extroverted for you, youâre much more calm.â
âI know, but you know that they say that opposites attract.â
âSo cliquĂ©, god.â The three of you laughed.
âI would love to keep chatting but I gotta meet Jaehyun.â
They nodded. âHave fun and tell us if he does anything you donât like and weâll kick his ass or bewitch him, okay?â
âSure, thanks guys.â You hugged them. You werenât 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 didnât want Filtch to catch you, or any other teacher, since students werenât allowed to be there unless it was for class.
You finally arrived and saw your lover by the balcony.
âIâm so sorry for being late, baby.â You tried to catch your breath. âOh, funny story, by the way. Anton and Bayyih intercepted me and figured out weâre dating, so.â
There was a moment of silence.
âJae?â
âY-you called me baby.â
âYeah, is that okay?â You asked worriedly.
âOf course, princess! I was just surprised because youâve never said it before.â
You felt relieved. âI guess it slipped out.â
He pulled you into a side hug, placing his arm around your waist.
âIt sounds so cute, I hope you keep calling me that.â
You just giggled and placed your head on his arm since you couldnât reach his shoulder properly because of the height difference.
âAre you not mad that my best friends know about us?â
He shook his head. âNever, now I wonât have to hide whenever youâre with them.â
âYeah.â You both chuckled. âOh, look! The sun is going down!â You exclaimed, happy that you didnât miss it. âWow, itâs so pretty.â
âJust like you.â 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.
Oh, what a great way to end your day.
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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.Â
Word Count: 2.6K
Warnings: Curse words, smut.
Posting date: 10th October (early access)
Lost (05)
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Au: Underground boxer! Jungkook, Coachâs daughter! OC
Genre: angst, smut and fluff.
Warnings: some fight scenes, smut.
Rating: 18+
Summary: Jungkook doesnât know much about you provided for the fact that youâre his coachâs 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
I ran out of banners lmao.
Au: Exes au, CEO Jungkook.
Genre:Â 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 wasnât worth it. Six years later, youâre 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 youâre currently working for is owned by none other than Jeon Jungkook?
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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 doesnât seem too bad
pairing | lee donghyuck x fem!reader ft. jaemin whoâs a rlly cute side character in this :(
genre | fluff, angst, slight humour (?)
warnings | a kiss?? i donât think thereâs any but if i missed anything do lmk !!
word count | 3k+
s. tg | @hyuckefi [my apologies since i didnât release a proper teaser for this đđ»]
authorâs note | this is my first fic exceeding 1k words so if u enjoyed reading this, please leave some feedbacks !! rbâs 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 theyâre working properly. thatâs some of hyuckâs daily routines as a barista. he didnât mind them though, he loved his job. he couldnât 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, theyâre even good friends with you. jaemin hangs out with you more than he does despite being jaeminâs childhood friend. except for him, he doesnât really know why. heâs not really shy, considering the fact that heâs a social butterfly. he just couldnât 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. âhello, welcome to palm coffee! how can i help-â, looking up from the cash register only to find you in a disheveled state. â-you?â 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.Â
âsorry, what was your name again, hyuck right?â you quickly glanced at the nametag hanging nicely on his apron. âiâm in a rush right now, can i get a,â you scanned over the menu behind him, âuh, white coffee, please?â.Â
âthat will be six dollars. you can use the restroom in the meantime to, you know, touch up your makeup and stuff,â 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.Â
after hearing a two-hour lecture and writing some notes - where suddenly song lyrics and scribbles appear - the words youâve been waiting to hear finally echoed through the speakers.Â
âclass is dismissed, thank you everyone for listening,â mrs. huiâs 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 whoâs waiting for you outside.Â
âiâm exhausted, what did she even teach just now?â vic sighed to her heartâs content. you canât blame her, todayâs topic was quite complicated. circuits analysis or something? you canât 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.Â
âwait for me, iâm almost done,â he folded his apron neatly before shoving it into the drawer and grabbing his bag from the counter to join jaemin, whoâs waiting at the front door with the keycard. hyuck accepted jaeminâs request to help him with some shopping for his sisterâs birthday party next week. obviously, the rest of the staff were also invited.Â
jaemin divided the shopping list into two, allowing hyuck to find the rest of the things with ease.
ânow where are the streamersâŠâ 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.Â
âum, hyuck? i think the party streamers are in the aisle beside this one? you look a bit troubled there,â you chuckled lightly. the heat flushed to his cheeks, feeling dumbfounded.Â
âreally? uh, thank you for the help,â he gave you a small grin that could hardly be seen if you didnât spot the corner of his lips. and with that, heâs long gone with his shopping basket.
you are fond of the atmosphere youâre 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 jaeminâs 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 -Â jaeminâs co-workers, some of his other friends which you arenât familiar with and hyuck. he looked rather chill, with an oversized beige sweater and white jeans to suit the partyâs theme. youâre 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 jaeminâs house, you made sure to drop by a local store to get some gifts for eun-ji. sheâs a very well-mannered kid which made you adore her very much.
ây/n? very glad to see you here,â hyuck said as he approached you, offering you a plate of cake which he cut.
âi could say the same to you too, mr. lee,â you let out a soft laugh. he made sure to keep a mental note over how pretty you looked today.
ây/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?â 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 heâs 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.Â
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 heâs working at. every now and then, he would also invite you to hang out with him and jaemin. however, what he didnât realise was how he slowly pent up feelings - romantically.Â
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.Â
âhey hyuck! come in,â 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.Â
âi brought donuts, your favourite, right?â 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 werenât quiet throughout the whole movie, with snarky comments on how hot the actors were or how stupid they were being were made.Â
he didnât 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 didnât 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 youâve 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.
âsorry, but i think this might be yours,â 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.
âmind if i buy you a drink? i hate feeling like i owe someone,â you offered, which he gladly accepted.Â
âiâd like a double espresso, please,â he kept his hands into his pockets.Â
âand your name, sir?â hyuck looked mildly bothered.
âyukhei,â 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.Â
why should he get jealous? heâs just a mere friend to you, thatâs all. you have to stop overreacting, hyuck.Â
those words kept running through his mind all day.
âdude, are you okay? you looked-â jaemin opened the staff room, interrupting him from the self-talk he was having, â-distracted,â finishing up his sentence.Â
ânope, iâm just fine,â he said, bringing the honey smile back onto his face. jaemin nodded before disappearing back to the front to serve the customers.Â
stop being so jealous, hyuck. youâre just a friend. not more, not less.Â
âjaemin, how do you know if you like someone?â that question is kind of shocking to him, especially if itâs coming from hyuck. of course, heâs had a crush before but it was during middle school. just a silly, little crush. growing up, heâs never had one - not even in high school.
âyouâve asked the right person,â jaemin managed to do his obnoxious voice, even while driving the car. heâs right, he is the matchmaker of the friend group, just how many relationships worked out because of him? eyes still focused on the road - heâs a responsible driver of course, he began to explain the feeling to hyuck, making his points loud and clear.
âfirst of all, you start feeling a little too happy whenever youâre around them. and no, this is not the oh-weâre-best-friends-forever type of happy, itâs the iâll-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 youâve 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 donât want to ruin whatever relationship you have currently, do you?â even when driving, he still managed to deliver his points with full precision and accuracy.Â
nodding his head, hyuck took some mental notes to be thought through when he gets home.Â
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.Â
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.Â
3. getting jealous over someone else
he shouldnât be jealous of how yukhei looked at you. but he seriously canât help it. and the way heâs always there during your hangouts. he doesnât care if he seems petty, yukhei just isnât 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.Â
âdid i interrupt you or something? gosh, iâm so sorry,â you quickly stood up but he pulls your body back onto his lap, asking for you to stay.
âwhat are we?â that question caught you off-guard. the same one that has been at debate in the back of your mind these days.Â
i donât know hyuck, itâs complicated.Â
âwhat do you think we are, hyuck?â you shot the question back at him, your gaze piercing through his soul.
âi donât know. itâs just-âÂ
âare you sure?â 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?Â
âsorry, iâm not feeling well. see you later hyuck, bye,â 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.Â
god, what have i done?
âdonât feel too down, y/n. maybe thereâs something more that he couldnât bring himself to say?â vic suggested, handing you some tissue.
âi donât know, i seriously have no idea. why canât he just say it?â you continued to sob into her arms, she pitied you, especially in your condition right now. but she canât do anything to help you, other than consoling and listening.Â
jaemin knew something was wrong, from your rare visits to the cafe to hyuck not being himself lately. something was definitely wrong and itâs between the both of you. sure, hyuck might be saying that heâs fine again and again, but his expressions canât 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.Â
looks of dismay can be read all over hyuckâs 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.
âso what brings you here?â he took a sip of the mineral water, still making his throat rough from the tension hanging in the air.Â
âlook, iâm not here for any fights. i know you like y/n, everybody can see it. and honestly, you were oblivious to your own feelings,â he rubbed his hands together. the latterâs puzzled face made him continue his words.
âiâm not trying to make her like me, or whatever youâve 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,â he straightened up the denim jacket outside the white shirt wrapping his figure.Â
letting out a heavy sigh, hyuckâs face begins to soften up. âno, i should be the one whoâs sorry. iâve been such a prick to everyone around me lately, especially you,â he took of the cap from his head, messing up his hair.Â
âno problem, bro. itâs understandable, i guess. now good luck with her, please treat her well,â 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 jaeminâs name but to no avail. he invited you to his apartment but seeing that the lights are out, itâs clear enough that he hasnât 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.
âso, uh, how have you been doing these days? itâs been a while since we talked,â 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.
âiâve been feeling, not as usual. definitely not happy but not that sad,â you pushed some of the loose hair strands hanging on your forehead behind your ears before asking about his.
âyou know what, iâm just going to be direct with you. i, lee donghyuck have been holding feelings for you since i donât know when. yeah sure, i wasnât really sure at first about what i was going through. i guess i was just scared of how you would react,â 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.Â
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.
âiâve missed you, you know?â 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 otherâs presence.Â
jaemin looked at the both of you from a distance, his heart swelling with pride.Â
â another pair of lovers matched, cupid jaemin signing out.
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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, driverâs 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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 arenât 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. âAwfully quiet today, arenât we?â he speaks simply as he takes a seat across from you on the window sill, him sitting criss cross.Â
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. âHi, Georgie,â you speak quietly. He scoots closer to you, smile on his lips as he leans forward and presses a light kiss to your forehead. âThereâs just a lot on my mind today.â
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. âWould you like to share with the class?â he jokes as you give him a look that tells him you were serious. He clears his throat. âSorry, darling,â he smiles. âWhatâs bothering you? You can tell me...I donât like seeing you upset. Especially if it is something I can prevent.â
How ironic. You rub your eyes with the heels of your hands as you inhale a shaky breath. âI received some news from Patricia Stimpson this morning,â you start as you gently start to peel yourself off of George. It didnât 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. âShe saw something that you did that is honestly quite disturbing.â
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.Â
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. âYou mean to tell me,â you breathily laugh, not wanting to even think that this situation was a possibility, âthat you saw George and...Angelina...â
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 werenât 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, âSnogging, yeah.â The thought makes bile rise in your throat as you swallow hard and close your eyes. âIt 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 didnât know what to do,â she tries to reason. âIâm so sorry, (Y/N).â
You shook your head and placed a reassuring hand on Patriciaâs. âPlease donât apologize. You didnât nothing wrong, darling,â you give her a weak smile. âThere was nothing you could after seeing that except tell me. Thank you for telling me,â 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.Â
Patricia starts rambling, âI 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.â
You speak, âStop justifying things, Patricia. Itâs okay. Iâll, um, Iâll have a chat with George about this I guess. Thank you, again, Patricia. Iâll...see you around.â
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 couldnât cry, but that didnât halt the tears from welling up in your eyes as you inhaled a shaky breath. George still just stared at you in shock. âPlease, Georgie,â you beg, just barely above a whisper, knowing if you speak any louder, youâll crumble. âTell me itâs not true.â
Your bottom lip trembles and threatens to spill out a sob, but itâs 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. âDonât cry, angel,â he coos as you sob into his chest, praying to whoever was listening that this wasnât happening. âShhhh,â 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. âNever in my life,â he speaks, âwould I do that to the girl I love.â The fear evaporates from your body as your shoulders relax and you let out a shaky breath. âI know Patricia claims it was me, but it was absolutely Fred. Heâs had his eye on Angelina for a few weeks now. Nice to know that my own twin brother doesnât tell me when he snogged a girl,â he teases as you giggle lightly. â(Y/N)...â he speaks, his voice trailing off, almost as if it were a warning. âI love you.â
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 Georgeâs loyalties in the first place. He loved you fiercely. âI love you, Georgie.â
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 didnât, you wouldnât 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, âFreddie and I have got a team meeting in the library. Weâve got potential investors for the joke shoppe.â
Your eyes widen as you excitedly push his shoulder. âInvestors? Geez, Georgie, why didnât you tell me?!â you exclaim as he chuckles. âIâm so proud of you,â you beam, gently stroking his cheek before you place a gentle kiss to his lips. âGo on then, go do more exciting things,â you push him in the direction of the library.
George sends you a wink, âIâll catch you after, alright?â He walks backwards down the hall. âIn your room?â he asks as you smile and nod. âBrilliant.â
And with that, heâs 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.Â
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. âWhat is it with your family and always eating? I donât get it,â you tease him.
Ron shrugs, âAlways be prepared?â
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. âOi!â you call out. âFreddie!â 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. âOi, is my younger git brother annoying you?â he teases as Ron sarcastically laughs before punching Fred in the arm as Fred laughs melodiously.
âPiss off, Fred. Donât you have somewhere to be?â he sneers.
You turn to Fred again, âI 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.â 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.Â
Fred shakes his head and tucks his hands into his pockets. âNo,â he speaks, brows furrowed, confused as to why his brother would relay false information to you like this. âWe have a meeting about the shoppe every other week. Our next meeting isnât for another week.â Lee looks at you, puzzled, looking back and forth between you and Fred. There was something wrong.Â
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 youâre feeling, you speak up, âFreddie,â you gulp. âThis is going to sound like a weird question, but I need you to be brutally honest with me.â Fred looks at Lee completely puzzled before looking at you. âAbout a week ago, did Patricia Stimpson walk in on you snogging Angelina in the library?â
Lee cackles, âHe wishes! Angelina Johnson wouldnât go near our poor Fred with a ten foot pole!â Lee claps Fredâs 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 wasnât with Fred or Lee or you, then that meant he was alone. Or...
Fred looks at you and takes a step closer to you. â(Y/N),â he speaks, approaching you with caution like you were ticking time bomb. âLook at me,â he speaks, placing both of his hands on your arms as you look upwards at him, fear in your eyes. âWhere did my brother tell you he was?â
Breathing heavily, you open your mouth and no sound comes out at first, just a squeak. Fredâs eyes soften, concerned for you and moment away from kicking his brotherâs teeth in. His eyes coax you into trusting him with the information you have. Finally, you manage, âIn the library, with you, talking about investments for the shoppe.â
Without another word, Fred takes your hand in his and speaks directly to Lee. âIf George doesnât come back to the room tonight, donât go looking for him,â he speaks through gritted teeth. âRon, stay here. We donât need more attention to the scene weâre about to cause. Or should I say, Iâm about to cause.âÂ
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 Fredâs 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.Â
âFreddie,â you breathe out. âPatricia came to me days ago and told me that she saw them, but I didnât 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-â
Halting dead in his tracks before you walk into the library, Fred grabs your shoulders and spins you to face him. âListen to me, (Y/N),â he commands your attention. âI love my brother. Heâs my other half. But something he can be that the guy who is down right dick. And if he did, or is doing, what weâre thinking, then heâs even worse than I had ever imagined. And that is on him.â Fredâs 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? Fredâs brown eyes that looked so like Georgeâs stared into yours as he gave you a smile. âYouâre the best girl I know and George is a fucking idiot if heâs letting you go. Regardless of what happens in there, I am your best friend first and foremost. Iâm here for you no matter what he does.â
You nod your head and sigh before pulling Fred into the tightest hug youâve 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 donât dare let them fall. You were still clinging onto the last bit of hope before you entered the library. âThank you, Freddie.âÂ
His arms gave you one last squeeze before taking your hand in his. âAre you ready?â 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 didnât want you to see him like this.Â
With a weak nod, you inhale a shaky breath. âAs ready as Iâll ever be.â
The two of you walk into the library and you feel your heart drop into your feet when you step in. You didnât like the way the library felt in this moment. It was cold and hot at the same time and you felt stifled. But that didnât stop you from chaotically walking to the back of the stacks to find your boyfriend.Â
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. âWhere the bloody hell...â you whisper to yourself, growing frustrated that you couldnât 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. Georgeâs 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.Â
âFucking hell,â you breathe out, the tears that threatened to fall outside now flowing down your cheeks freely. You feel Fredâs presence behind you as George and Angelinaâs eyes dart between you and Fred. Angelina stutters for a moment as Georgeâs hands fly off of her body and into his pockets. âSo is Angelina your potential investor?â 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.Â
George steps away from Angelina and Angelina fumbles with her words, â(Y/N)-â
You scoff, âOh, shut up, Angelina. You have no excuse. You were supposed to be my best mate, but instead you decided that youâd rather fool around with my boyfriend behind my back, eh? Some fucking friend you are.âÂ
Angelinaâs face contorts with sadness and guilt as she looks down at her feet, playing with her fingers. âI didnât mean for it to happen,â she tries to defend herself.Â
With pure fury rushing through your veins, you laugh. âWell, Iâd bloody hope you didnât plan on it!â you exclaim. âI always knew you to be competitive, but not like this. This is low. Even for you,â 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. âDonât even say anything to me. Donât you dare even look at me. Youâre a liar and a cheat and loathsome. I hope youâre happy. Angelina, heâs all yours.â
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. âCome on, now,â he whispers to you as some people notice your state. âItâs over. Theyâre both done and thatâs it. You can cry, darling, itâs alright.â
Fred whisks you out of the library quickly and the moment you step down the secluded hallway, you collapse into Fredâs 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. âIâm here, itâs alright.â
Thatâs when you hear his voice. â(Y/N), please let me talk,â George pleads, pain evident in his voice, but immeasurable to how you felt in this moment. You donât dare look at him, burying your face deeper into Fredâs chest as his grip grows iron on you.
âBack off, mate, havenât you hurt her enough?â Fred defends you as he rubs your back. âWhat has gotten into, George?â
Georgeâs jaw clenches and his fists bundle up beside him. âPiss off and let me talk to my girlfriend, Fred,â he speaks through gritted teeth. âPlease, (Y/N),â his voice changes when he addresses you, more gentle and coaxing as you sob harder into Fredâs chest. âI need to tell you my side of the story.â Fred laughs as you peel yourself from him, wiping your eyes, hot with tears. âThereâs no explanation needed, dear brother,â Fred sneers at George who with a sarcastic smile presses his tongue to his cheek in sheer annoyance. âShe caught you in the act. What are you going to explain? How your tongue accidentally found its way into Angelinaâs mouth?â
George takes a step forward, challenging his brother. âShut the fuck up, would you?â he bellows, anger in his eyes as Fred doesnât back down, unafraid of George. You watch as the scene unfolds in front of you, still sniffling. âAll of a sudden youâre interested in my girlfriend? You trying to scoop her up while sheâs vulnerable?â he pushes Fredâs chest.
âScoop her up?â he pushes back. âAre you mental? And if she hadnât made it clear already, Iâll do it for you. Ex-girlfriend. Sheâs your ex-girlfriend,â Fred corrects his brother. âNot to mention, (Y/N) has always been my friend, even before you started dating. Iâm not trying to scoop her up, George, weâre friends! I will always protect her! Especially when you fail to do so,â he spits at George.Â
Thatâs what sends George over the edge. With a yell, he sends a gruesome punch to Fredâs jaw who nearly falls over from the blow. âGodric, George, stop!â you yell out at he goes for Fred again, but Fred sends a punch to his twin brotherâs nose as George stumbles back, blood trickling down from his nose.Â
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.
âFucking hell, get off of each other!â you scream as you grab Fredâs arm as he holds it up to send another punch to his brotherâs nose. âKnock it off, you fucking dickheads!â you throw yourself in front of Fred as George and Fred catch their breaths, chests heaving. âCan we not make this a public affair?â you scream again, gesturing to the small crowd that has formed to witness the Weasley twins having it out at each other. âWe can talk about this in private,â 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. âEpiskey,â 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.Â
Fred hisses as his face stings as it heals. âYou donât need to talk to him, (Y/N). He doesnât deserve to hear what you have to say,â he sneers at George who takes another challenging step at Fred.
You hold Fred back again and hold a warning finger to George. âDonât you dare. Youâve already hurt enough people today,â you spit at him who immediately retaliates. You speak to Fred with a soft, calm smile. âIâll be okay. I can handle him, Freddie,â 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 wasnât worth your tears. Instead, you let rage course through your body instead of sadness.Â
George gulps before speaking. âI never wanted this to happen...â he trails off.
âNo, you never wanted to get caught,â you correct him as he lets out a disgruntled sigh. âI never thought you would ever do this to me, George. Nevertheless, do it to me with my best friend,â you shake your head. âI thought that if you didnât love me anymore, you would at least have the decency to tell me,â you throw your hands up in defeat. George remains dead silent. âBut somehow, you thought this was a better option.â He quickly replies, âIt just happened, (Y/N)!â You furrow your eyebrows. âWe 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,â he admits as your heart breaks. So they had kissed before the time Patricia caught them in the library. This wasnât a one time mistake he made. George had repeatedly kissed Angelina. Godric knows what else they did. âIt was a huge mistake, (Y/N), and Iâll never forgive myself for it. You mean so much to me,â he tries to rationalize with you, begging at this point.
You just scoff and say, âA huge mistake that you did again and again and again. If I hadnât caught you in the act, you would have kept seeing her, wouldnât you?â George just shakes his head and gulps, taking a step forward. âDonât lie to me, George...not again,â your voice cracks, but you refuse to cry. âInstead of telling me how you really felt, you kept telling me you loved me.â
George takes your hands in his and speaks, âI have always loved you, (Y/N). None of that was ever a lie.â Your eyes search his eyes, searching for a truth. Something to tell you why you should stay with him. But instead, you found nothing. âI donât know what I was thinking,â he whispers, tears filling his eyes as he truly feels sorry when he understands what he losing. âWeâre just not who we used to be, I guess,â he shrugs his shoulders, trying to shift the blame on both of you.
Pulling away from his hands, you spit back, âNo, youâre not who you used to be.â You shake your head. âIn fact, I donât know who youâve become. But youâre not the George I fell in love with,â you take a deep breath in as Georgeâs 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. âGoodbye, Georgie.â
George shakes his head, â(Y/N), please donât.â
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.Â
People took notice immediately about how you didnât 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.Â
But after a few weeks of healing and distancing yourself from everything that reminded you of George, you finally decided you couldnât let him prevent you from seeing Fred. Fred was not only Georgeâs brother, but your friend and you wereât 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 brotherâs 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 couldnât 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 didnât make your heart stop, and the sight of him didnât 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 didnât 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 didnât think it would lead to hanging out in the courtyard, to your first date to Hogsmeade, until your first kiss on the moving staircase.Â
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 didnât take the news well. Unlike you, after the breakup, George wallowed in his guilt and couldnât 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. âWhy him?â he spoke. He was sad, angry, disappointed, jealous at the fact that Roger had just scooped you up.Â
âShe found someone who she cares for and who does the same,â Fred tells his twin. âYou should be happy she found someone like that after how the relationship ended with you two,â he tells him as George just closes his eyes and shakes his head. âI know you miss her, George, but itâs over. You messed up.â
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. âIt was the worst thing I ever did, Fred. I fucked up big time and I canât fix it. I really canât fix it this time,â he spoke, pools welling up in his eyes as Fred gave his brother a sympathetic gaze. âI really messed up, Fred.â
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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. âIâve talked to my mom about you before and she is so excited to meet you. She says you sound lovely,â Roger kissed your forehead as you danced nervously around your dormitory room.Â
You gave him a nervous smile. âI just really want them to like me,â you shake your hands nervously as he takes your hands in his, laugh gently at your nerves. âIâm serious, Roger. I love you and I want your parents to know how much I care for you,â you stand in between his legs as he sits on your bed.
Roger smiles and kisses your nose gently. âTheyâll love you because they know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Letâs be honest, though, whatâs not to love about you?â he pokes at your sides as you giggle.
And he wasnât wrong. Rogerâs 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 couldnât be more grateful to have a boyfriend who had a family that was kind and welcoming like the Weasleys.Â
On the first night at Rogerâs home, you laid in bed next to Roger as you played with the hem of his jumper. âMy family bloody loves you,â he whispered to you with the largest smile on his face. You smiled wide and pecked his cheek. âIâm serious. You even impressed Chester and thatâs not an easy feat,â he refers to his older brother.Â
You beam, âYour family is wonderful. Truly. I love them already and itâs just the first night.â
âItâs only going to get better from here,â 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 kidsâ faces with kisses, making them all lovingly groan. âAh! Harry, there you are,â Molly beamed as she kisses the top of Harryâs head. âGood to have you back home again, my dear,â she spoke before doing the same to Hermioneâs head and giving her a tight squeeze. Molly looked around the living room, searching for something or rather someone. âWhereâs (Y/N)? Georgie, did you leave her at Hogwarts as a mean prank?â she teased before noticing her sonâs hollow face and everyone tense up as Molly spoke of your name like it was You Know Who. âWhat happened, Georgie?â 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, â(Y/N) and I broke up, Mum.â
Mollyâs face drops with sadness before looking at Arthur whose face resembles Mollyâs. âReally? Oh my dear, Iâm so sorry, Georgie. (Y/N) and you seemed so happy. How did it happen?â 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, Merlinâs sake. With a deep breath, George said, âUm,â and swallowed hard. âI wasnât a good boyfriend, Mum. I betrayed her trust.â
And thatâs when Mollyâs 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. Georgeâs behavior spoke a different story. âGeorge Fabien Weasley,â she shook her head. âI thought you knew better,â her heart broke for you and it hurt her to know that one of her own boys did that to you. âYour father and I taught you better than that,â 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 heâs 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.Â
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 wouldnât be found.Â
As George opened the door to he and Fredâs room, the memories of previous holidays flood Georgeâs 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.Â
âYou alright, mate?â Fredâs voice interrupts Georgeâs thoughts. Fred gives is brother a sad look. âI know it must be hard this time of year, George,â he puts a hand on his brotherâs shoulder. âBut youâll be alright. And so will she.â George shakes his head sadly. âListen, George, even though what you did was still very wrong, youâre my brother and I love you. Iâm here for you.â
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, âI want the best for her, Freddie. I want to be the best for her.â George has tears in his eyes and chokes lightly on his words.
Fredâs 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 didnât like Fred seeing him upset. But this was too much for George to hide. Fred holds his brotherâs arms and speaks, âI know, George. I know. But right now, whatâs best for her is space. You both need to be away from each other. Thatâs whatâs best for both of you.â
That made George realize that his brother was very right. As much as he hated to believe that you two couldnât be together, George knew it was true. And he would have to be okay with that. Â
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âI could never want less of you.â
hoseok x reader (or oc) genre: angst; fluff word count: 3.3K
a/n: Ok, Iâm giggling because this was supposed to be much angstier than what it turned out to be lmao. But like, itâs 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 Hoseokâs 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 realtorâs 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.
âHey, Petal,â he gave you a small smile, his eyes darting to your hand that was tapping the pen repeatedly.
âHi, Sunshine,â you grinned before turning back to the screen to pull up the perfect apartment once again. âGuess what I found,â 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, âta-da!â
âOh, an apartment?â He questioned.
âI really like it, look,â you started, Hoseok already losing focus as he took a step away from you.
âPetal, I just got home,â 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 couldnât 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.
âI missed you,â he spoke softly into the moonlit room, the illumination pouring in through the bedroom window.
âDid you miss me or my bedroom skills?â 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. âI missed you too,â you admitted before bringing your finger to his nose, tapping it gently with a âboopâ.
âYour apartment is too far from the studio and dorm when the schedule is packed,â he complained with a slight whine. He had been upset all week that he hadnât been able to see you due to your hectic new job and his demanding idol schedule with a comeback in the works. âSix days is too long,â he added.
âIâm sorry I couldnât get to the dorm to visit,â you apologized, the man instantly shaking his head.
âNo, our places are just too far apart,â he pointed out. âI couldnât get over here either.â
With your eyes raking over his face, you huffed. âMy apartment is too far from everything now,â you thought aloud. âIt was good for university but now my job is closer to where youâre at and it just doesnât really make sense to be living clear out here.â
âAre you thinking of moving?â He asked, his eyes widened.
âI donât know,â you pondered. âMaybe?â
Your boyfriend nodded slowly, watching you carefully. Inspecting his expression, you knew there was something on his mind. âWhat is it?â You questioned him, the man smiling in response at being caught in thought.
âWell,â he started nervously, you staring at him curiously. âYouâre thinking of moving,â he added, you humming in confirmation, âand well, Iâve been thinking of my life with you. Our future,â he clarified.
âHobi,â you realized, making him smile wider.
âWould you want to move in together, Petal?â He asked, you holding back your smile as you stared at him.
âYouâre not just suggesting this because I might want to move, are you?â You asked, Hobi quickly shaking his head. âBecause this is a big decision, it canât just be made out of convenience,â you added, your boyfriend chuckling as he tried to cut in. âLike we need to actually want this,â you continued, Hoseok smiling even wider.
Calling your name to get your attention, you stopped talking to appreciate the grin spread across his face. âI actually want this, Petal,â he assured you. âIâve wanted it, I plan on spending my life with you, I obviously want to live with you.â
The words circled your mind for a moment before a smile broke out on your face. âI want this too,â you agreed easily. âOf course I do,â you added, more telling yourself than him. âI hate not having you here in the evening,â you realized suddenly.
âSo, yes? Are we moving in together in?â 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. âOmg, you have champagne in the kitchen,â 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.
âDid you forget something?â You asked through your giggles, the man nodding.
âThis,â 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. âOk, show me,â 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. âPetal,â he called out.
âNo,â you said simply, not wanting to get into the fight that was inevitably on its way.
âWill you please just show me the apartment?â 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. âStop tapping that,â 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.
âI donât 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 youâre excited about living together, because-â
âI am excited,â he insisted, you rolling your eyes as you pulled your hand from his. âWhat?â
âDo you think Iâm stupid? Youâve acted bothered every time Iâve brought up apartments to you for the past week,â you pointed out, Hoseok huffing as he watched you walk further into the kitchen. âIs it me?â
âWhat? No. Is what you?â He asked in concern and confusion, you staring at him as your heart pounded in your chest.
âDo you not want to live with me? Is that why youâre not excited?â You asked, holding back the emotions that were bubbling to the surface.
âI do want to live with you, there is not a single bit of truth in that entire thought process, so stop,â he told you firmly, you shrugging. âIâm just tired,â he defended his recent lack of interest, you shaking your head.
âDonât blame whatever is happening on tiredness, I know you better than that,â you informed him, the man looking at you guiltily. âYou 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,â you continued. âSomething is happening.â
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.
âDonât,â you told him, closing the laptop, Hoseok moving his hand out of the way just before you shut it completely. âWhat is going on?â You asked him desperately, the tears pricking your eyes as they gathered along your bottom lash line. Sighing, he looked down at the pen. âHoseok.â
âThe pen tapping,â he whispered, you glaring at him in confusion.
âWhat?â
Looking up to meet your gaze, he noticed the tears, his face dropping at the realization that you were nearly crying because of him. âYou tap your pen whenever youâre focusing on something,â he said, furthering your confusion.
âOk?â You questioned. âSo you donât want to live with me because I tap my pen?â 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.
âNo,â he spoke in a fragile voice. âI love when you do it. Itâs cute and itâs how I know youâve lost yourself in thought.â His own emotions began taking over as he tightened his jaw.
âWhat the fuck is happening, what are you saying?â You questioned in frustration, not understanding the point he was attempting to make.
âPeople say that the small things you love about a person sometimes become the stuff that drive a wedge between you,â he explained, you staring at him in disbelief.
âSeriously?â You questioned, your boyfriend scoffing at your judgmental tone.
âJust forget it,â he dismissed, turning his face away from you to wipe his eyes.
âNo, let me get this straight,â you continued, Hoseok looking back at you with a glare. âYou think our relationship is so fragile that being locked in a shared living space with me as Iâm tapping my pen will be the ruination of us?â You asked him coldly. âThatâs what youâre saying?â
âJesus christ,â he complained, waving you off. âWhat Iâm saying is that Iâm scared,â he admitted. âItâs a big change and Iâm scared that all the weird little things about me that you love now are going to end up being the things you hate.â
A small sob escaped your lips at the realization that he wasnât concerned about him falling out of love with you, but rather you losing feelings for him. âHoseok, do you understand how much I love you?â
âYes,â he told you as a tear slid down his cheek. âBut I also know how fiercely independent you are and Iâm worried that with too much time with me, youâll realize you want less of me,â he told you, revealing the insecurities he had been hiding away.
âBut thatâs so ridiculous,â you told him, the man shrugging. âHoseok-â you started just as your phone rang, cutting you off. Your boyfriend looked at the device that sat next to your laptop.
âItâs your work,â he told you, you sighing.
âIt can wait,â you told him, Hoseok shaking his head. âNo, weâre not done,â you added, your boyfriend holding the phone out to you.
âThe job is new, you need to answer this,â 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 couldnât 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 youâve pictured your future with the man since your first date? Your love wasnât 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.
âI donât know how to assure you, but Iâm just so happy youâre here right now,â you told him through your tears, the man immediately turning in your embrace to face you at the sound of your emotions.
âPetal,â he frowned, you hugging him tightly as you buried your face in his chest.
âI love you so much, I need you to feel it,â you cried to him, your boyfriend pressing his lips to the top of your head comfortingly.
âI do,â he promised. âItâs just a big step, I got overwhelmed.â
âI donât 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 Iâve ever had the pleasure of feeling and I donât ever plan on letting you go,â you told him in a surprise verbal confession that neither of you expected to leave your lips. âI love you, Jung Hoseok,â you told him, lifting your face from his chest to look him in the eye, no shame, no embarrassment present. âThank you for being here,â you told him genuinely. âI always want you here.â
The man leaned his head toward you to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, you leaning into the touch. âI know that,â he whispered against your skin. âI do, I promise I do,â he assured you. âAnd I donât want to be anywhere else than right here right now.â You sighed in relief, Hobiâs lips curving into a smile against your head. âExcept maybe in our shared apartment,â he added, you giggling lightly at the comment.
âI know itâs overwhelming,â you told him. âIâm nervous for it too, but Iâm sure of us.â Hoseokâs smiling lips pressed a few more kisses to your forehead quickly before he pulled away to look at you.
âI am too,â he nodded.
âGood,â you told him with a small smile. âIâm sorry I woke you up.â
âIâm glad you did,â he chuckled.
Inspecting his sleepy features, you brought your hand to his face to run your finger along his cheek purposelessly. âHow tired are you?â You asked.
âWhy do you ask?â He questioned back, smiling fondly at your smirk.
âCan I show you the apartment?â You asked in a hopeful tone, Hoseokâs grin widening as he sat up quickly, nodding happily.
âPlease, I really want to see it,â he told you, you wiggling in excitement before sitting up with him and reaching for the laptop.
âOk, itâs 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,â you ranted on, pulling the computer onto your lap. âOh and wait until you see this fucking closet itâs mass-â 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 anotherâs, his soft and warm as always. Pulling away from you, he beamed in utter adoration, you grinning shyly. âI really cannot wait to live with you,â he told you.
âMe too,â you agreed simply, back to your short words with big meaning. âAnd I could never want less of you,â you told him, the manâs gaze softening at your assurance. âPlus,â you added, intriguing your boyfriend. âIf I ever get sick of you, Iâll just tell BigHit to send you on a worldwide tour,â you teased, Hoseok playfully scoffing in feigned disbelief.
âYouâre so mean,â he joked, kissing your cheek repeatedly, you giggling at the action.
âYouâre so obnoxious,â you retorted happily.
âI know,â he grinned, pecking your lips softly. âNow show me this thing,â he told you, gesturing to the laptop.
âOk,â you turned to the screen, clicking on the first image. âWe could have a little garden here,â you told him, âand oh my god, look, we could put a little bed here for Mickey so he can bask in the sun.â
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, youâd sit at the kitchen island and youâd 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.
âCan you call the realtor in the morning?â He suddenly asked as you explained the specifications of the apartment.
âYou want me to?â You asked, looking toward him, meeting his smile with your own.
âI love it,â he told you, you scrunching your nose before discarding the laptop to the bottom of the bed, promptly crawling onto your boyfriendâs lap as you kissed all around his face in excitement and happiness.
âI love you, I love you, I love you,â you repeated between kisses, the man giggling as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
âI love you so much, Petal,â he replied. âI love our life.â
He truly did. And he loved your future. No matter what it brought, he already loved it. Because it was yours, together.
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Pairing âș Spencer Reid x SSA!Reader
Warning âș None really, just flashbacks to episodes from season 7Â
Word Count âșÂ 6,408
Summary âșÂ When the Reader needs a date to her sisterâs wedding, Spencer volunteers to be her date.
A/N âș Please enjoy! Maybe Iâll do a part two, who knows! But the bold text are the readers thoughts (:
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*The strike through your name just means I couldnât tag you, please message me if anything*
â  Masterlist  â
âShots!âÂ
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 everyoneâs faces. Itâs 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.
đđ° đžđ©đ°âđŽ đșđ°đ¶đł đžđŠđ„đ„đȘđŻđš đ„đąđ”đŠ?
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.
âWhatâs up with you (Y/L/N)?â
(Y/N) leaned back into the booth drawing out a long sigh before answering âNothing, my sister was just asking whoâs my date to her wedding which is next week.âÂ
Rossi chuckled lightly before asking, âWhoâs the lucky fellow?â
Yeah thatâs the thing
There was no lucky fellow.
âFunny story..â
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.Â
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.
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âAre you bringing a date?â (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 âSo, what Iâm hearing is you donât have a date?â
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:Â âFound anyone special?â
âYeah, I donât.â
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, âI actually have no date lmao.â because if that were to happen bridezilla would make quite the show. And sheâd also never hear the end of that. Now, she has a week to find a date. That canât be that hard right? Just who?
Morgan could barley catch his breath, (Y/N) kicked his ankle in annoyance âItâs not funny Derek! All I hear from my aunts are, oh youâll find someone sweetie or youâre getting order youâll find someone soon enough!â she leaned her head against the wall continuing to glare at Morgan.
âI could be your date.â 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 didnât see anything wrong with what he offered so- why was everyone staring?
âWhat? I-It was a suggestion.. thatâs all.â 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.Â
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 Emilyâs name. Whereas Morgan felt guilty, telling himself he if he were there a second early he couldâve saved her. Spencer took it the hardest, he had gone to JJâs 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 wouldnât be a lie to say Spencer was not Spencer adding into the conversation or throwing in "Did you know.. factsâ
He was quiet, distant.
âItâs too late alright!â
âReid?â Emily spoke only watching as walked away.
(Y/N) looked at Hotch before saying âIâll go talk to him.â 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, âSpencer!â she shouted yet no response.
âSpencer Walter Reid!â
Nothing
âReid!â
The nearly 6â1 genius continued to walk away ignoring your calls.Â
âHey loverboy! I am talking to you! You know I donât like being ignored!â
Spencer stopped in his tracks throwing his head back lightly âI donât want to talk.â 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.
âWho said I wanted to talk? What if I wanted to get some coffee.â
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.
âI cried.. for ten weeks (Y/N).. ten weeks back to back.â
His voice barley above a whisper.
(Y/N) brought her right hand forward taking ahold of his left giving him a reassuring squeeze.
âSpencer, 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 wouldâve gone after not only Emily but the rest of the team as well. Trust me, itâs odd to have Emily back I mean we âburiedâ her for christ sakes. But sheâs here, with us again. Not six feet. under. I canât 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.â
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.
âThank you by the way.â
(Y/N) smiled nudging him with her elbow, âAnytime loverboy.â
-
"Look at pretty boy go!â 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, âI better get going, I donât want Jessica to stay too late. Have a nice weekend guys, I donât want to see any of you at the office.âÂ
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.Â
All she could think about was what Spencer had said, âI could be your date.â 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.Â
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.
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đđąđđ đźđŠ đ”đ°đźđ°đłđłđ°đž.
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âLove you too whore.â (Y/N) mumbled placing her phone onto the coffee table walking away to her room to get changed. Another loud ding caught her attention, âI thought she was going to sleep?â (Y/N) thought to herself.
Instead it was a message from Emily.
đđąđș đșđŠđŽ! đđŠđđ đ©đȘđź đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđŻđ” đ©đȘđź đ”đ° đŁđŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đ„đąđ”đŠ!!
Plopping herself onto her couch running her fingers through her hair.
Heâs awake right? I mean itâs only twelve-fifteen? She held her phone in her hand tapping it lightly against her thigh contemplating whether or not to call him.Â
âJust call him.â she mumbled to herself
Her family didnât have any problems with Spencer. The one thing sheâll 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. Itâs almost been four years since she joined the BAU. She was lucky enough to join at the age of twenty-three. And sheâs 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 Hotchnerâs office. Youâve 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, thereâs nothing to be worried about.
âAgent (Y/L/N), would you like to meet the team?â 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.
âYouâll be fine.â
(Y/N) chuckled lightly, âSorry, Iâm just extremely nervous.â he smiled lightly opening the door to the conference room, the only person she knew was David Rossi, the BAU wouldnât be here if it werenât for Gideon and Rossi.
âSSA (Y/L/N), this is SSA-â
âDavid Rossi, Iâve read your books and they are magnificent.â 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 âThis is SSA Prentiss.â The beautiful raven haired woman smiled âEmily, nice to meet you.â moving to the man standing next to her âSSA Morgan.â he smiled shaking her hand âDerek.â
â(Y/N).â she replied.
âOur Communications Liaison Jennifer Jareau.â
âYou can call me JJ.â
âOur tech analysis Penelope Garcia.â
Finally, the last person whom she had grown closes too.
âAnd Doctor Spencer Reid.â
That was your team. And they were more welcoming than you thought they would be, they were your second family. If you guys werenât on a case, youâd be at the bar raking up Rossiâs 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 wouldnât have wanted to be partnered with anyone else.
âHello?â
Shit! Heâs awake. Wait, when did I call him up?
â(Y/N)?â
Say something, he knows youâre on the other end of the line.
âAre you okay?â
Are you having a stroke right now? Say something!
âH-hi, sorry to bother you so late.â
It was fifteen minutes to one, did it really take me almost thirty minutes to call him?
âItâs fine, just getting a little bit of reading in. Did you need something?â
She bit the bottom of her lip getting up from her seat on her couch, just say it! Tell him youâd love to have him as a date.
âIf your offer still stands.. Iâd love to have you be my date.â 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 âYes! I-I mean of course, I mean- Iâd love to accompany you.â though (Y/N) couldnât see him she knew he had his hand covered over his eyes mentally curing at himself.
âGreat! Iâll text you the details tomorrow? Thank you again Spencer, I appreciate it.âÂ
âY-yeah cool cool, um good night, sleep tight.. donât let the bed bugs bite.âÂ
He could be such a dork sometimes. A cute dork. Rambling on until someone says something or heâd catch himself and apologize. Usually the team would exchange looks but, youâd sit there listening intently. Itâs amazing that someone so young has already three PhDâs and as the genius said himself âI just keep getting PhDâsâ
âGood night loverboy.â
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 didnât care. All she cared about was the fact that Spencer Reid was her wedding date, and she couldnât 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.
âIsnât that your old high school?âÂ
She glanced at Spencer for a short moment before answering, âYup, class of 2003.â
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.Â
âThe unsub has to be tied to the school somehow. Maybe a current student, alumni, or a family member who lost someone?â (Y/N) mumbled as she scanned the crime sceneÂ
âIt could be a Slade groupie celebrating his hero. He taped nails to the exterior of the bomb. Specifically to rip open flesh-â Spencer spoke turning his head slightly to see (Y/N) examining the various pieces of nails.
âThatâs a Slade detail of Sladeâs the unsub copied.â
âExcept he tricked Givens into blowing himself up.A groupie probably wouldnât show that much self-control.â (Y/N) pointed out her eyes looked from the ground to the ceiling.
âBut someone with an ax to grind against the principal would. Maybe heâs a surrogate for the tormenters in high school he canât punish...â he examined the photos he held in his hands, âwho were yours?â
(Y/N) chuckled reaching forward to touch the piece of nail in the wall, âI donât even remember.â she mumbled.
Spencer raised his brow in confusion, âYou donât even remember?â his voice filled with disbelief. He stepped forward still stuck on the subject, âWait, were you one of the mean girls?â
She turned around in surprise her eyes widened at his question, âWhat? No!â 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.
âTrack 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 couldâve been one of the mean girls!â
(Y/N) gasped loudly walking past Spencer to get to the other side of the room, âCouldâve been, I was actually one of the nice popular girls! I was even friends with guys like you!âÂ
âGuys like me? I'll have you know that my social standing increased once I started winning at basketball.â now that was hard to believe.
âSpencer Reid playing basketball no way.â (Y/N) snickered causing Spencer to press his lips into a thin line, âOkay, I coached basketball. I broke down the opposing team's shooting strategy.â Now that sound more like Spencer.
âIs that why Morgan kicked you out of the pool last week?â 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.
âYeah. Took him three rounds to realize I was hustling him.â
(Y/N) pulled into the driveway shifting the gear into park, she turned slightly to face Spencer. âSpence.â 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.
âFirst 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 donât want you to think you made a mistake by coming.â He gave her a warm smile, placing his hand over herâs.
â(Y/N/N)!â 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.Â
âHey mom!â (Y/N) shouted as she closed the trunk watching as Spencer waved hello to her mother.
âHi Mrs.(Y/L/N).âÂ
âOh Spencer! How have you been? Come in get settled Steven and I are treating you two to dinner tonight!â 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 wouldnât?
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.Â
And the immediate question was, âSo (Y/N), whoâs this?â 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.Â
âThis is Doctor. Spencer Reid, heâs my partner. I-I mean the partner on my team, a-
âSo what Iâm hearing is youâre single?â Gwen questioned causing (Y/N) to gasp lightly watching as Spencer shifted in his seat âUm- well yeah but-â his voice had gone up a couple octaves. Drawing his hand away from the table watching as Gwenâs cheeks tinted a deep red.
âGwen quit it, youâre making him uncomfortable!â (Y/N) snapped annoyed with her cousinâs behavior. This was the last thing she wanted Spencer to feel, uncomfortable. She didnât want Spencer to think he made a mistake, before she could say anymore he glanced at her for a second before whispering âItâs okay.â 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 âSo, whoâs ready for tomorrow?â
-
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 whatâs 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, âIâm gonna get you!â she shouted causing her niece to squeal loudly running father away from her aunt. (Y/N) had always gotten along with kids, theyâd 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.
âRemind me, the next time Garcia tries to get me to go to a shoe sale I need to say no.â (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, âSpence we need to join them!âÂ
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? Itâs not an everyday thing to dance with Spencer Reid.
âDo you see yourself having kids some day?â
(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.
âJust the way you interact with your niece and nephews, youâre good with kids. iâve noticed that when we work on cases dealing with kids. youâre patient with them.â Spencer glanced down at her, she looks so beautiful.
(Y/N) sighed lightly before answering, âYeah, ideally... I want to have kids by the time Iâm thirty and well, I have three more years to make that happen.â
Spencer hummed at her response allowing (Y/N) to continue.
âMy parents... they had told my siblings and I that I would be the first to have kids, and well-â
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 wouldnât be too far behind.
âIâm not a profiler, but arenât those two completely oblivious about their feelings for one another?â Isabelle commented watching as her sister dance with her date.
âThatâs what I was thinking the entire time! The FBI should hire us, weâre good!â 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.
âIâm gonna be the last to get married.â 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 thereâs still time for her, time to find someone, to have kids.
âWhat about you doc? Do you want little geniuses?â
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, âOf course, as much as I love being a godfather.. I wanna have kids of my own. An entire soccer team as one may say.â
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. Heâd make a wonderful father, heâd be ever so patient with his little boy or girl.
âWell your future wife is in for it.â
He felt a slight tug on his suit jacket, he looked down to see (Y/N) niece Lyrical, âI wanna dance.â the four year old said moreover demanded.
(Y/N) gasped lightly before letting go of Spencerâs right hand and moved to wrap her arms around him.
âNo heâs mine.â she joked sticking her tug out at the four year old.
If he was standing in front of a mirror right now, heâd be as red as a tomato.
âNo! My boyfriend!â Lyrical huffed wrapping her chubby arms around her chest with a pout. That was something Lyrical basically established during prior visits.
Whenever theyâd 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, âSo- whoâs it gonna be loverboy?â
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 Spencerâs first born child is a girl, sheâd 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.
âSo, who was going to tell me they were dating?â 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.
âWhy would we? They arenât dating.. yet.â Cole answered sarcastically earning a slap to the back of his head. He glared at his younger sister, âI answered your question why did you have to hit me!â Scarlet shrugged lightly taking a sip from her champagne glass.
(Y/N) looked over to her siblings, who were bickering as usual.
âIâm gonna go sit for a bit.â Spencer nodded watching as she walked back to sit with her siblings before turning his attention back to the four year old.
âWoah Lyrical stole your date.â Cole snickered causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes playfully, âI know, better watch out sheâs gonna have boys waiting on her beck and call.â 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. Itâs unexplainable. She couldnât 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 getâs 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 couldnât help but notice the smile that tugged at (Y/N) lips.
âSo does that mean youâre next?â
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her train of thought coming to a screeching halt. Next?
âFor?â (Y/N) questioned back, unsure of what Scarlet was trying to lead on.
âYou and that handsome Doctor Reid.â
(Y/N) eyes widened causing her to shake her head from left to right, âWhat? No no, weâre just friends.â 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, âSure keep telling yourself that.â Cole spoke in between his laughter.
Y/N rolled her eyes crossing her arms over her chest before responding âHey! Weâre just friends.âÂ
Cole leaned back into his chair raising a brow at her, âSo, youâre telling us you donât have any feelings for him? Zero, nada, zilch?â she glared at Cole kicking his ankle lightly. He winced at the sudden action reaching down to sooth his ankle.
âI donât have feelings for him.â
Isabelle rose her brow at her younger sister, âYouâre doing that thing.â If there was one thing she was bad at it would be lying. Youâd think for a profiler sheâd be better at lying and would be able to keep a poker face.
âWhat thing?â
Scarlet sighed loudly, â(Y/N) you may be a profiler but, weâre your siblings we know when youâre lying.â That only caused (Y/N) to scoff loudly and shake her head at her siblings.
Why are they attacking me right now?
âYou cross your arms over your chest and you smile, A LOT itâs kinda no it IS creepy. Plus you get defensive, like very defensive.â Cole pointed out only for the rest of her siblings to agree.
Letâs 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.
 âI wasnât going to hit you ass clown!â
Maybe, just maybe she was spending a bit too much time with Rossi.
 âIâm gonna go for a little walk.âÂ
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 sheâs feelings or thinking.Â
âDonât close yourself off! Say what needs to be said!â
It felt like deja vu.Â
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!â Penelope slurred as she attempted to place her glasses on (Y/N) face. JJ couldnât help but laugh at Garciaâs actions.
âMy vision is 20/20 as a matter of fact!â (Y/N) answered earning another laugh from Emily, âPen is right you know? Donât close yourself off! Say what needs to be-â
âHey, you missed the bouquet toss.â
(Y/N) blinked a few times before looking up to see Spencer.
âDid 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.â
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 isnât 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.
âWho caught the bouquet?â
He chuckled lightly taking a seat next to her, âWell 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.â
âPretty sure youâre suppose to catch the garter.â (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.
âI knew I shouldïżœïżœve brought my jacket.â
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
âThank you... and another thank you for being my date. I really hat- dislike attending weddings.â
âDid you know the first recorded evidence of marriage ceremonies uniting one woman and one man dates from about 2350 B-â
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.Â
But it was only because he had doubts on why heâs 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 didnât 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.Â
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.
âHow did I not notice youâre using the shoes and socks I gifted you?â
His brows furrowed,âIs something wrong (Y/N)?â
(Y/N) sighed ignoring his question âI read that a crush only last four months. But if it last longer you are considered to be in love. is that true?â
âActually, 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. Itâs 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, â-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, âWhat about love?â she questioned. You glanced up for a second watching as his tongue swiped across his bottom lip.
âLove is truly seeing and accepting their object of affection. Itâs 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-â
JJ sighed, âJust tell him say I love you. Not as a friend. But I love you, on a deeper connection. Whatâs the worst that could happen?â
âIâm in love with you.â 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.
âYouâre the most sweetest, yet awkward guy I know. Not only are you sweet, youâre also so smart. I love to hear you ramble on about, honestly anything. Youâre so caring, and kind. It hurts me when you beat yourself up, I just want to hug you and tell you why youâre wrong and tell you that I love-âÂ
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, âI love you too.â he spoke as he stared into her (Y/E/C). (Y/N) smiled from ear to ear, stealing another kiss from Spencer.
âFinally!â a voice spoke startling the two. (Y/N) peeked over Spencerâs 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.Â
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Can I request a tsukishima imagine where you just want him so show pda but he doesnât 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 Iâm sorry đ
pretty please â 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 iâm 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 karasunoâs resident middle blocker. you especially wouldnât 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. whatâs up with that?
part of that reason was possibly from your boyfriendâs 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 didnât help that even in the privacy of your own rooms, tsukishima still had a hard time showing affection to you. you honestly werenât surprised purely based on how cynical your boyfriendâs personality was, however, it was your turn to give him a little taste of his own medicine.
kuroda yoshinoriâone of your closest guy friends since middle school and your partner in crime in your master plan. tsukishima was well aware of yoshinoriâs 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 wouldnât 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.
âwho are you texting?â 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.
âyoshinori,â 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 couldnât 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, âhey, give that back!â
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, âyouâre going out with him later tonight?â
you didnât bother to respond. perhaps it was the way you were finally getting a reaction from him that your words mightâve 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.
âare you cheating on me?â the words fell out of the blondâs lips faster than he could stop himself. despite his hardened expression on you, you could tell by the way his adamâs 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, âof course not. why the hell would i do that to you?â
he was never like this.
faux amusement melted upon tsukishimaâs face the moment he dropped your wrist. âoh i dunno, (y/n),â he scoffs as he raises his hands up in defense, âmaybe you should ask yoshinori considering you see him every weekend and text him every second of the day.â
it certainly didnât 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 latterâs reaction as he gave you a look.
âwhat?â
that adorable little laugh that tsukishima loved so much about you echoed throughout his room as you lifted his arms, placing them over you. âyouâre an idiot, tsukki,â your voice muffled into his chest as you could practically hear his heart beating sporadically through his ribs. âyou know i was only doing that to get you jealous right?â
your boyfriendâs face contorted in a mix of confusion and dismay, âwhy?â he questioned, absentmindedly tightening his embrace around you as relief filled him. âare you that bored?â
you shrugged in his arms, âa little bit.â
âunbelievable.â
âyouâre the one who refuses to kiss me anywhere outside of our rooms,â 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 werenât seeing anybody else. âis what this was all about?â tsukishima scoffs lightly, âyou know iâm not big on pda, (y/n).â
âokay, but would it kill you to at least hold my hand?â
âyes.â
your face fell into a deadpan as your arms went limp. âiâll ask yoshinori to hold my hand then,â you huffed, leaving his warm embrace.
a slight smirk appeared on tsukishimaâs lips, âcome here, idiot.â 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 cheeksâinching down and down until he reached that little sweet spot on your neck.
ât-tsukki, not here.â you stammered over your words as your eyes frantically looking around for unwanted stares.
tsukishima ignored you, âisnât this what you wanted, babe?â
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Not A Player || JJ Maybank
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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 familyâs bookstore when two energetic boys stumbled into the small shop. One of them being your childhood best friend, Pope, and one youâd 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 heâd come in to exchange the current book for another. His friend didnât look too thrilled to be following him down the aisle toward the counter where you stood and you could tell he wasnât the reading type.
âHey Y/N. I just came to get a new book,â Pope had greeted you before noticing your questioning look towards the blonde boy in front of him, âThis is JJ by the way.â
âHi!â You smiled towards the kid whoâd 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.
âHey beautiful. You want to be the Juliet to my Romeo?â
You rolled your eyes, âDo you try that one on all the ladies? Romeo and Juliet both died so no thanks.â
âDo you really have to flirt with every girl you see JJ? I thought you were just talking to that chick from Figure Eight?â Pope asked his friend annoyedly.
JJ shrugged, âShe dumped me for some kook kid.â
âSounds like she made the right call. You know, if you want to be a player so bad you should get into video games, thatâs what they were made for.â You say sarcastically.
âI am not a player. And Iâll prove it too.â He bites back. You rolled your eyes again and handed Popeâs 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 wasnât just a player. Heâd go on and on about all the romantic things heâs done for girls. Sometimes heâd bring in his current lady friend and walk her hand-in-hand down the aisles being all sweet and affectionate. You still werenât convinced.
It also didnât help that the two of you had fallen into a routine of sarcastic remarks toward each other.
âWow Y/N you look like a sexy librarian. You could star in a porno and the guys would go crazy.â
âWow JJ, how flattering.â
Spending so much time around JJ It didnât 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 youâd sit on the couch reading and youâd get so into the book in your hands that your nose would twitch every so often, or how youâd 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 youâd 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 couldnât deny that he was a charmer but you still werenât quite convinced that he wasnât a player and you didnât feel like being used.
JJ hadnât 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 doesnât care if I think heâs a player or not?
You turned the âopenâ sign over to âclosedâ 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. Popeâs contact picture displayed across the screen.
You answered the call and put your phone up to your ear, âHello?â
âGo to the dock by John Bâs house.â 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 Bâs after locking up the store. Youâd only hung out with John B a handful of times with Pope and youâve 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.
âJJ what the hell are you doing?â You ask walking towards him.
âY/N, Iâve spent the last six months using other girls to prove something that I shouldâve been proving to you personally. Youâre beautiful and sweet and smart but also sarcastic as hell and I love that. During the time weâve known each other youâve become the only person I care about proving myself to and thatâs what I want to do. I want to prove to you that Iâm more than a player.â He replies, stepping closer to you while your jaw almost drops at his words.
âYou did all of this for me?â You ask. He nods.
âI 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 donât 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.â (A/N: I know Iâve used The Notebook in two different fics now but I donât know shit about romantic movies so thatâs really the only one I can think of lmao)
âJJ this is the most romantic thing anybody has ever done for me.â You say softly.
âI like you Y/N. I really really like you.â He tells you honestly.
âI really really like you too JJ.â
âSo what do you say Y/N Y/L/N? Will you go on this date with me?â He holds his hand and you laugh, grabbing ahold of it.
âOf course I will but I think we should relocate,â You point towards the dark water, illuminated by the dim light on the dock, where you can see little water droplets falling.
âI swear I have been watching the weather for two weeks and it wasnât supposed to storm tonight,â 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.
âYou want to go outside and kiss in the rain?â He asks, looking over to you suggestively, while the credits roll down the screen.
âA rain kiss? How cliche Mr. Maybank,â You smirk, âLetâs do it.â
I am SO sorry it took this long to post! I meant to post it on Wednesday but I wasnât feeling good and yesterday I was just super busy! Anyway I really really like how this one turned out! I hope yâall liked it đ„șâ€ïž
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Jaebum AU SeriesÂ
one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen /  nineteen / twenty (final)
pairing:Â 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:Â 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
âJaebum,â 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.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You asked, making him turn around and look at you. You were a step away from the door opening to his apartment, but you couldnât go in.Â
You couldnât do this.
This whole day had been so confusing and painful.Â
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.Â
And now, you were tired. You were so tired.Â
âJaebum,â you whispered, your voice breaking despite you trying to keep it together. Your throat closed around your words as you saw Jaebumâs shoulders fall.Â
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.Â
But he did everything the same as he did every single day.Â
You had opened your apartment door to a glaze-eyed Jaebum, who looked at you with so much warmth that you couldnât 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.Â
You couldnât turn him away.Â
You had thought maybe heâd want to talk on the way to school. But he didnât talk to you about it. Instead, he gave you one of his earphones and played songs through the entire bus ride.Â
His shoulders pressed against yours. His eyes tired, unfocused and lost in deep thought.Â
You took him in the early winter sun and your heart melted at how beautiful he was. The morning sun didnât shy away from his beauty. No, instead it made him glow, it made him look ethereal.Â
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.Â
You didnât move.
You didnât say anything.Â
You didnât 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.Â
You didnât look at Jenny the whole day. You didnât even look at Jaebum properly; every time your eyes met his, you instantly tore away from his melting brown gaze.Â
You couldnât tell Jaebum that you knew about Jenny and him. You didnât 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 didnât know if you could say those words to Jaebum.Â
You didnât know if you could see his face change once he realised the gig was up. You didnât want to see what he really was. You didnât know if you could take getting hurt like that and come out on the other side alright.Â
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 wasnât stopping.Â
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.Â
âJaebum,â you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. You were certain it was too quiet. You couldnât speak any louder, you couldnât do that as your lower lip trembled to hold in a sob. âWhat are you doing?â
The bags slipped out of his hands and landed on the wooden floor with a soft thud.Â
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.Â
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.Â
He wanted to hold you, to hug you, and make whatever was haunting you to go away.Â
âI canât,â 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.Â
You couldnât 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.Â
âWhy did you chose me?â You asked him, your voice finding some lost strength in your anger. âYou couldâve chosen any girl to pretend to date, then why me?âÂ
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.Â
That he only did this all to hurt you.Â
The timing of everything was a bit too convenient to be a coincidence.Â
âSo many girls had confessed to you on Valentineâs day, so why me?âÂ
Jaebum looked away from your eyes, he couldnât answer. He knew the truth would hurt you, and he couldnât do that. He couldnât tell you, not yet. Not like this.Â
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.
âI canât keep on pretending,â you gulped, pushing back a sob, you shifted your eyes to the tomatoes that had tumbled out of the green shopping bags. âI donât have it in me. I canât.â
Jaebum stayed quiet for a moment before he walked towards you again. This time you didnât stop him. He kept walking until he was outside with you.Â
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.Â
âI canât pretend anymore too,â he whispered, his voice low, heavy and filled with emotion.Â
You lifted your eyes to meet his, and something about the way they glistened held you captive. You couldnât look away, you couldnât convince yourself that his eyes had even an ounce of deceit. All you saw in them was warmth, love and care.Â
Jaebum swallowed nervously, his fingertips lightly brushing the inside of your wrists. Your chest heaved as your cheeks tainted pink.Â
Your eyelashes shadowed on your cheeks as they fluttered close, shying away from Jaebumâs intense gaze.Â
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.Â
He took a step closer, his chest brushing against yours. His fingertips spreading on your palms as he laced his fingers through yours.Â
He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.Â
He stayed like that for a moment before letting out an exhausted sigh.Â
âIâm not pretending anymore.â 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.Â
âNo more pretending, y/n,â Jaebum whispered as he placed a light kiss on your cheeks. His lips a breath away from yours.Â
âThis is real.â He placed another, his lips closer.Â
âI love you,â Jaebum pressed his lips against yours.
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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 đ„°.
Request for anon: '14, 18, and 19 for angst prompts with Sam? đđ I also really really adore your work!!!'
Tags: @the-drakeboys , @the-winchesterboys , @missdictatorme , @hrgnm , @elledrake , @samdrakeftw , @ghost-of-the-oldwestâ, @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!)
âI got it.âÂ
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.
âThanks, kiddo.â He said, to which you smiled brighter before turning around and walking over to your best friend and Samâs 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.Â
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. Youâd sleep over at their place for the weekends and help around the house after dinner. It was a tradition that youâd 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 momâs back throughout the years, with family court, some expenses she couldnât 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 Samâs second daughter, but as soon as you hit sixteen, spending time around Sam became for the sole purpose of just..
Being around him.Â
You didnât know how or why it happened, but ever since that whole month heâd 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 heâd call you âsweetheartâ or kiss your forehead or give you the warmest of smiles. He did the same thing with his daughter, but you werenât his daughter and, since that month, Sam became the epitome of the man youâve always been dreaming of.Â
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 âpure-hearted manâ package.Â
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 youâd spent away from him and when heâd facetime you and Avery, youâd 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 didnât 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 werenât prepared to lose your childhood best friend over emotions thatâd eventually fade. And you werenât prepared to lose the only âfather-figureâ in your life, either.Â
So, there you were: Cleaning the dishes while chatting about random subjects with Sam and Avery. Your mind and heart were heavy, but you werenât 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, youâd just finished drying the last dish. You and Avery exchanged looks before chuckling.
âHe sounds excited..â You commented, to which Avery rolled her eyes with a smile she couldnât conceal.
âHis video game just got here..â She nonchalantly said, but that caused your eyes to widen slowly before you dropped the rag from your hand.
âWhat video game?âÂ
âUhh..â She pulled on a thinking face, âDead.. Red.. Somethinâ -- I dunno, dude.âÂ
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, âYou ready?âÂ
You sighed and shook your head, âReady to watch you fail miserably at this.âÂ
âOh, that is-- Thatâs not fair.â He laughed lightly while you waited for the game to install data. Heâd 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
"What is it with you two and video games?" Avery asked, resting her head back on the back of the chair.Â
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.
"HarâHar. 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.Â
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?â 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, âReady to see your ass getting kicked, y'old geezer.â
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, âUhh..â
You looked down at the controller to see that the blue light wasnât 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.
âEither youâre really exhausted or you really donât know how to work a PlayStation controller..â You quipped, trying to hold back an amused chuckle, âWhich I doubt.â
Sam frowned in confusion at you and looked at his controller again, his shoulders slacking when he saw that it wasnât lit. He breathed out a chuckle, his eyes closing. You could tell that he was beating himself up at his own lack of focus, âYeah, okay..â He reached for the charging cable and plugged it into the controller, âGot it. Thanks for the help.â He sarcastically muttered.
âDonât mention it.â 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. Heâd curse and laugh in frustration, his head getting thrown back while you teased him about how heâd 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 didnât mean that you werenât 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.Â
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, âI dunno how Ave doesnât like video games..â 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.Â
âUhh..â He leaned forward to put the nearly empty bottle down, âSheâs more like her mom than anything; She got everything from âer.â He paused for a second, âUh-- Well not everything, but..â He sent you an unreadable look, his lips pressed together in a thin line, âSheâs still here, yâknow?â
You knew.Â
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 âleftâ 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.Â
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 heâd never opened up to you about that particular bit. You knew everything, but only in Aveâs perspective and you never knew how Sam felt about all of it.Â
âWhaddya mean?â 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, âIâm.. sure Avery told you."Â
You shrugged, a small, warm smile playing on your lips, "But you're not Ave."Â
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.Â
"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."Â
 "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.Â
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.Â
âI tried..âÂ
He suddenly started. His voice had dropped an octave, as if he didnât want you to hear that. You did, though, and his words -- as simple as they were -- made you frown deeply. You just wished heâd look back at you but he only looked down at his lap, his fingers tapping on the bottle that rested on his knee.Â
âI really.. really did..â He shook his head slightly, âI tried for Avery.. She was so young and I thought she needed her mother, but..â He let out a dry chuckle, reaching up to rub his forehead, âOne day, I come back home after a long day out with Avery.. Weâ" He laughed softlyâ 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.."Â
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.Â
"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 thoughtsâ the nightmares that clawed at his brain every single night â brought tears of comfort and relief to his eyes.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.
âOh, baby girl..â He breathed out, shaking his head slowly, âIf Iâd known she was gonna grow up, knowing that her mother betrayed her, hurting because of it for so long.. I wouldnâtâve married her..â He finally removed his hand from his eyes and sniffled, âI wish sheâd know how sorry I am sometimes.. Because I look at her, and..â He sighed, trying to find the right words, âI just-- I see a beautiful, smart, creative girl who deserves the world and I always feel like thereâs somethinâ missing in her life and itâs like whatever I do, itâd never compensate for the lack of a mother figure and--â
You cut off his rambling by squeezing his shoulder lightly, âSam..â 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.
âYou couldâve never known, Sam..â You spoke, your voice a hushed whisper as you continued calming him with your fingers, âAvery is the best friend Iâve ever had and itâs all thanks to you and you alone..âÂ
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, âI hope you know that I think youâre the most amazing human being on this planet and, when in doubt, remember how much youâve helped me and mom through the hardest times..âÂ
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 itâd 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.Â
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.Â
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 friendâs daughter.Â
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.Â
âFuck..â He breathed out, his eyes closing and his brows knitting together, âIâm sorry, sweetheart-- I dunno what came over m--âÂ
You silenced him by grabbing his shirt and pulling him to crash your lips against his again.Â
âFuck it.â, you thought, âHe needs this and so do I.âÂ
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.Â
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.Â
The fact that you could get any man you wanted but needed him right there was enough to make his resolve crumble.Â
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.Â
And you couldnât stop yourself.Â
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 heâd mustered up enough strength to look at what you were doing.Â
You didnât know it yet but you had much to regret soon.
And so did he.Â
Nothing would ever be the same again after that night.Â
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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 moreâŠ
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 đ part two đ part three đ part five đ part six  đ part seven đ part eight đ part nine đ part tenđ part eleven đpart twelve đ epilogue
A month after you started living in Ravnâs castle and you were getting anxious to go out. Not that you werenât 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 didnât want to risk your parents spotting you so the village was out of the question. The forest, thoughâŠ
You wondered how to bring it up. Ravn had initially said that he doesnât 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.
âSorry, did I frighten you?â he asked gently and sat down next to you on the couch.
âN-no, itâs fine, I was just thinking.â
âYou do seem a bit antsy. Anything bothering you?â
âWhy? Everything is peachy,â you quickly responded, because you still hadnât figured out how to ask Ravn if it was okay to go out without upsetting him. You didnât want him to think that you were ungrateful for everything he had done for you.
âDonât lie to me, Y/N,â Ravn said in a serious tone, which made shivers run down your spine, reminding you of the first time you met him. âI canât take that.â
âIâm s-sorry,â you whispered. âI wasâŠhoping we could go out sometime? But I didnât 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. Iâm so sorry.â
Ravn smiled softly.
âIs that it? You didnât have to lie. I told you that I wonât keep you prisoner, didnât I?â
You nodded slowly.
âI know you did, but still, Iâm so used to being a burden that I donât know how to act aroundâŠaround someone like you.â
âA vampire?â Ravn laughed ironically.
âNo. Around someone who doesnât judge everything I do or say.â
âOh,â 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?
âI mean it,â 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 didnât know how to deal with it.
âWhere do you want to go?â
âMaybe the forest?â you asked quietly.
Ravn was shocked at your choice.
âHavenât you been there a lot? Donât you want to try something new?â he suggested casually.
âAs long as itâs not anywhere near my parents, Iâm game,â you chuckled.
âDo you want me to surprise you or would you rather know where Iâm taking you?â Ravn teased, a wonderful idea already forming in his mind.
âSurprise me, then,â you lifted your chin and looked at him boldly.
âYou trust me?â he repeated the question you had so far responded to negatively.
âI do, actually,â 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.
âYou stupid lamb,â Ravn chuckled and placed your hands around his neck. Then, wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up. âHold on tight.â
And he began running at a speed that shouldnât 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 didnât matter amazed you. He didnât 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.
âYou may open your eyes.â
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. HowâŠmagnificent. And not in the way his castle was. Ravnâs home felt familiar in a way you couldnât quite put into words. This place, wherever it was, felt so strange. But in a good way.
âWhere are we?â you murmured nervously.
âCanât you tell?â
You shook your head in embarrassment.
âWelcome to London,â Ravn informed you of your current whereabouts.
âYouâre kidding!â
âNope,â he laughed. âI thought you were into Shakespeare. How can you not recognize where we are?â
âI only managed to borrow and read some of his plays in my village. Iâve never seenâŠâ
âPictures of London?â Ravn helped you out when he saw you were struggling to find the right words.
You nodded, suddenly feeling intimidated by the vampireâs vast knowledge of the word.
 âIâll be your guide, then,â Ravn offered you his hand like a gentleman. âDo you want to visit the Globe Theatre first? Itâs a reconstruction of-â
âI know what it is,â you responded. âAgain, I havenât seen pictures, but I read about it in one of the introductions to the book of plays.â
Ravn smiled proudly.
âThatâs my girl,â he smirked.
First, heâd 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 Shakespeareâs plays you hadnât read.
âBut you have these already in your library!â you reasonably argued.
âYeah, but I want you to have them. Besides, theyâre different editions.â
âRavnâŠyou really donât have to,â you were ashamed that he was spoiling you so openly.
âY/NâŠplease, let me,â 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 werenât sure how to thank him properly for doing this for you and you couldnât 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.
âThank you,â you told him, your smile full of gratitude and affection.
âItâs nothing,â 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.
âIt means everything to me,â you confessed. âNo one has ever given me such a precious gift.â
âCome on, we still have many places to see,â 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 âbasic tourist destinationsâ as Ravn called them such as the Big Ben, Tower Bridge and the River Thames. Everything was so grand that you couldnât 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.
âWait, how did you survive throughout the day?â
 Ravn laughed.
âFunny, it took you so long to notice. And if youâre referencing the foolish myth that the sun harms vampires, fear not, my lady, I am perfectly immune to daylight.â
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 couldnât quite control or comprehend.
âIâm sorry for being such a dim-witted person,â you looked down in shame.
âYouâre the brightest person Iâve ever talked to,â 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 youâd seen nothing but tenderness. Who were you supposed to believe? These foolish myths or your own eyes, your mind and your heart?
âShall we?â Ravn urged you to approach the London Eye, thus, breaking the spell he held over you. You followed him in a rush.
âOh no,â you mumbled, pointing to a sign. âIt says here itâs closed.â
Ravn smiled devilishly.
âWhen has that ever stopped me before?â
âRavnâŠwhat are you planning?â 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.
âThis isâŠinsane,â you gasped, holding tightly onto his shirt for support.
âYeah.â
âBite me,â you requested out of nowhere, looking into his dark eyes.
âW-what?â Ravn choked.
âBite me, so I know Iâm not dreaming.â
He laughed, amused by your reaction.
âIf I bite you, weâll both fall from here.â
You scoffed lightly.
âThus with a bite I die,â you joked, slightly paraphrasing Romeoâs last words.
âRawr,â 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.
âItâs so beautiful,â you said, completely stunned by the view.
âIt really is,â Ravn confirmed, only you had no idea it wasnât the city he was staring atâŠ
đđđ
Once you were back in Ravnâs castle, you walked to your room in a daze, still finding it hard to believe how youâd 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.
âGood night, Y/N.â
âArenât you hungry?â you asked sleepily.
You were so exhausted from the journey and you still found enough energy to care for his needs. Ravn couldnât believe heâd met such a selfless, precious human.
âI can manage a couple more hours,â he chuckled.
âYouâve given me so much more than I deserve,â you murmured weakly.
âThatâs not true,â Ravn said. âYou deserve all the stars and the moon.â
âO, swear not by the moon, thâinconstant moon,â you were still able to recite Shakespeare despite being so tired and it was only fitting, considering todayâs adventures.
âWhat shall I swear by?â Ravn played along and you could feel yourself falling, not only asleep.
âSwear by thy gracious self and Iâll believe thee.â
đđđ
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!
âWhat are you up to?â you asked, sneaking up behind him. To your further astonishment, he hadnât heard you, maybe because heâd been so focused on the task at hand.
âNooo, you should go back to bed!â Ravn scolded you. âYou ruined the surprise.â
âThis all for me?â you inquired curiously and wrapped your hands around his waist, which made Ravn jump in shock.
âDuh,â he replied. âI canât eat that.â
âSo, youâre just fattening me up so that you can eat me later?â you admonished him playfully.
âOh, no, youâve uncovered my evil plans!â Ravn groaned dramatically.
âWhat shall we do, then? Do you think Iâll be so easily tempted?â you continued to joke around and ran your fingers down his back, making him slightly tense under your timid touch.
âI think,â he started. âThat after you try my eggs, youâll be begging me for more.â
âYeah?â you giggled at the double entendre. âWeâll have to see about that.â
You were still trying to distract him from cooking when Ravn turned around swiftly, grabbing your hands.
âDonât play with me,â he hissed, aiming to sound threatening but you were having too much fun to feel any fear.
âWhy not?â you pouted adorably.
âBecause youâre making it really hard for me to resist you.â
âYou can have me whenever you wish,â you pointed out. That was your arrangement, after all.
âNot like that, I canât,â Ravn whispered, almost too quiet to hear. Key word: almost. âThe eggs are ready. Eat up.â
You didnât question it, because you were too hungry to care what exactly he meant by that.
To be continuedâŠ
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jealousy issues â h.rj
genre: jealous!renjun, fluff, maybe a lil angst, best friends to lovers, youâre oblivious and renjunâs 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: @renjunhuangâ)
you and renjun have been besties since... god knows when
just kidding, you and him have counted the years and itâs 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 wasnât *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 heâs 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 shouldnât 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 twoâs convo he would seem... kind of stormy
like one day, during sophomore year, you plopped down in front of him at your lunch table
âhow is my wonderful best friend doing today?â you asked as you took a bite of your sandwich
âterrible, now that youâre here.â he would bite back, but you were unphased as you stole one of his grapes
âoh shush, you know you love me.â 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
renjunâs mood and his smile quickly had fallen after he heard that boyâs name fall from your mouth
you didnât seem to notice as you kept rambling, but you did spot his clenched fist which rested on the lunch table
âinjunnie, you okay?â
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
âwhere are you going?â
âyou know, y/n, if you want to gush about your crush, how about you do it to someone else, alright?â
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
injunnieăŸ(âΔââ)Ê: Iâm 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 shouldnât have done that
you: ...itâs okay. promise you wonât get angry when I mention jaemin?
injunnieăŸ(âΔââ) Ê: Iâll try not to
you were still concerned after you guys cleared everything up... something just didnât... 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 didnât 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 schoolâs 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 âyouâre too good for them.â
âdonât flatter me, injunnie,â you replied and brushed the warm feeling in your chest away by pinching his cheek instead âwhat happened to my impolite friend, hmm?â
he almost decked you after this but someoneâs presence at the end of your table made him decide not to
your cheeks went bright red and you quickly removed your hand from renjunâs 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
âhi, y/n. so... I have a wrestling tournament tonight, and I was wondering if you were interested in coming to watch me.â
you could feel renjunâs eyes watching you intently but you were too excited with jeno sitting next to you âit depends on if Iâm busy, but more than likely, Iâll be able to go.â
âokay, great. see you there.â 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 âwhat am I gonna do, injunnie?â
âwhat do you mean âwhat am I gonna do?â go see him tonight, dummy.â
â...injunnie youâre acting strange. do you have a fever or something?â 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
âjust trying to get over someon- I mean, something.â
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 âsomethingâ was
you dialed jenoâs number and informed him that you werenât able to go. his goodbye sounded more upset than you had expected, but you didnât let it get to you as you texted renjun
you: meet me at my house in twenty. weâre having a well-needed movie night tonight
injunnieăŸ(âΔââ) Ê: what about jeno?
you: I canceled on him
injunnieăŸ(âΔââ) Ê: oh
you: yeah
you: pick up snacks nerd!!
injunnieăŸ(âΔââ) Ê: 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 âonâ 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
âpsst! yn! a little help here?â
you hadnât noticed that he had four full bags of snacks in both of his arms
âsorry buddy, canât you see Iâm busy over here?â 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 âwhat?â
âwhy did you cancel on jeno?â
âletâs discuss this in our cozy pillow fort, hm?â 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: âokay, 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.â
he stays silent, and you take both of his hands in yours in an attempt to get an answer out of him
âis it something that I did? was I being too dense again? please, just tell me.â
your heartâs beating a mile a minute with how anxious you are and renjun doesnât help slow it down when he responds with: âI love you, y/n.â
after those four words left his mouth, you were now awfully aware of all the physical contact you were making with him, but you didnât dare move your hands from his âw-what?â
âIâm in love with you, y/n,â he repeated, out of breath this time âIâve been in love with you since freshman year, even though you were really cringy in that year.â
you giggled and lightly kicked his shin before he continued: âthen when you started talking about all these crushes youâve had I started getting... jealous. I couldnât help myself sometimes, and it didnât help that you went on and on about them...â
â...I didnât say anything about your crushes...â
âthatâs because the only person Iâve had a crush on is you.â
â...oh.â
the air starts to become awkward and you start internally freaking out
âyou know what? just forget everything I just said. I-â
âinjunnie, no. the truth is, I like you too.â
you can see from his facial expression that heâs trying to process this new information âwait, what about your past crushes, and your crush now?â
âjaemin was an actual crush of mine. I did have an interest in jeno, but you being jealous diverted my attention from the said boy. youâve been giving me butterflies in my stomach since last year, but Iâve been suppressing my feelings in fear of ruining our friendship.â
âwow, weâre really both fools, huh?â you swat the top of renjunâs head âokay, okay, Iâm joking.â
âafter all that emotional drama, letâs go binge-watch movies now!â 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: âI love you, y/n.â
you felt your heart melt before mumbling back: âlove you too, injunnie.â
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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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âhey sweetheart.â he purred into your ear. âyou look real good tonight.â
you flushed, letting out a laugh. âand so do you. couldnât take my eyes off of you.â
he smirked at you, licking his lower lip. âlets get out of here. you and me, for old times sake?â
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.
âtake me to my place, baby.â 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.Â
âwhere are your folks?â he asked, turning to you.Â
âgone for the weekend. went to go sightsee or something.â you replied. âwouldnt have brought you to mine if they were home anyways.â
âi know doll.â 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 billyâs hard dick grinding up against your ass. you groaned at the feeling and ground back into him, earning the slightest moan from him.Â
once you got in and slammed the door shut behind you, it was a wrap.Â
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.Â
âmiss me, baby girl? i know you fuckinâ did.â he purrs into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.Â
âmore than anything, daddy.â you bit at his neck, fiddling with the belt buckle at his waist, wanting more of him against you.Â
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.Â
âugh you take too long. i want you right now.â 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.Â
he missed the way you looked with your mouth wrapped around his long, hard member. he loved the way you looked when youâd take his whole length in your mouth and looked up at him with innocent eyes.Â
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.Â
âmy god, angel.â he groaned out. âyou look so goddamn good right now.âÂ
you hummed against him, feeling his orgasm ever so slightly build up. but you werent going to let him cum just yet.Â
you pulled off of him, releasing his wrists from your grip and slowly pumping him. âhold out for me, baby boy.â 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. âso wet. and its all for me, huh angel?â
you sigh, head hitting your fluffy pillows. âyes baby. all for you. please, please dont keep me waiting any longer. i need you.â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âbend over for me sugar.â 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.Â
âatta girl. youre so fucking sexy.â he kissed your ass, which made you moan and push back on him, letting the tip of his dick graze against your wet pussy.Â
âfuck babygirl. youre so goddamn wet. i love that.â he moaned, teasing you and himself at your entrance. âdripping wet, and all for me. your pussy is so damn beautiful.âÂ
you moaned into the pillow before picking your head up, âmy 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.â
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.Â
âoh god baby! yes, yes, yes!!â 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.Â
âgod, yes princess.â he let out between thrusts. âi love when you push back on me like that. you miss my dick babygirl?â
he ruts into you, you screaming out in pleasure. âAH! oh yes daddy. i missed that dick inside me.â 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.Â
âon your back. now.â 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.Â
âoh baby. go faster, please.â you begged him. he smiled at you.
âhm? you want me to go faster? you mean.. like this?â 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.Â
âo-oh fuck yes! just like that. my god baby!!â 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.Â
âoh, you like that babygirl?â he cooed. âi know you fuckinâ do. god, i missed this pussy so goddamn much!â 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. âwhoâs pussy is this? who do you belong to?â he demanded an answer, and who were you to deny him that luxury?
âfuck, daddy! its yours, its all yours.â you drew out your moan, clawing into his back. âyou feel so fucking good. i missed you inside me so fucking much!â you cried out. your orgasm built up again, your walls tightening around billy.Â
âlook at me, angel. look at me when you cum all over my dick.â 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.Â
âoh! o-oh fuck DADDY! yes, yes yes!â 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.Â
âgoddamn babygirl. im gonnna cum. where do you want itâ 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.Â
âoh fuck. come here princess.â 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.Â
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.Â
âso.â he began, âwhen is this gonna happen again?â
âitâll happen when it happens. you know i cant guarantee anything for you.â you responded, finishing the cigarette and ashing out on your ashtray in the window.
âright. is that why weâre here now? and youâre not my girl?â he responded.Â
âbilly 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.â you turned on your side, facing him. âworst part is, you embarrassed yourself, and me. that shit hurt.âÂ
a poignant silence hung in the air. he had nothing to refute your statement with, because you cant argue facts. â(y/n). you know i still love you. right?âÂ
you sighed. âyes. 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. youâre bad.â
âso iâve been told.â he replies flatly. âcan we- can we just enjoy what this is for now, at least?â
âyeah. we can.â you snuggled into his chest, his arm wrapping around you and pulling up the covers to keep your naked bodies warm, together.Â
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Parentâs 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 - michaelâs kids donât actually make an appearance in this fic, so itâs not really michael being a dad, itâs more about what mikey & y/n get up to when the kids arenât there ... anyways, enjoy! â„ (gif credit to @lngdns)
Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex, light choking, cum eating), light daddy/mommy kink, light breeding kink, lmao iâm ridiculous iâm like âitâs FLUFFYâ and then proceed to list my warnings like BREEDING KINK, CHOKING
Word Count:Â 7.3K
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Sighing from exhaustion, Michaelâs 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 devilâs son was instead greeted by silence. He couldnât 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. Â 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 hadnât known better, you might have thought he was an angel.
âYou know, my love⊠As much as Iâd love to hide away here with you forever,â his strong arms found their way around your waist, pulling you against his warm body. âThis place might look a lot nicer with some little ones running around.â
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 werenât 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, Michaelâs promise being fulfilled as he placed gentle kisses to your bare stomach, whispering, âThis is the beginning of everything, my love.â
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, âI can handle it.â
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 â 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, âOkay, sure, papa bear.â
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 â including yours.
~
Michael stood still in the grand entryway, his brows knitting together as he took in the silence of his once noisy home. âY/N?â he yelled loudly, hoping to hear your angelic voice ring throughout the halls. âHello?â 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.
âHelloâŠ?â 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 Michaelâs 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 â 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.
âIn here, baby!â 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, âmorning, baby.â 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. âHm, whatâs this? My beautiful wife all by herself?â 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.
âNot by herself anymore,â 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. âHi, baby,â you leaned in for a quick kiss, finally greeting the man who possessed your heart.
âHi, my love,â 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. âAnd⊠exactly where are my babies?â 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.
âMichael, do not start with that,â you warned unconvincingly as the laughter in your voice betrayed you. âMiriam took them for the night,â 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 Michaelâs heart to see you like this. He mindlessly took your hand in his and placed his lips gently to your skin â his way of making things better. âShe practically begged me,â you mumbled, shaking your head. âSaid something about âmissing the youngstersâ, I donât really know,â your shoulders shrugged as you placed bundles of basil in a second pan full of simmering tomatoes.
âWellâŠâ Michaelâs voice was smooth like honey as he continued, âGood â As much as I love our little ones, itâs nice to have the place to ourselves for once,â he closed his eyes, breathing in your calming scent. âMy love, Iâve missed youâŠâ His delicate fingertips moved your hair away from your neck and he placed a small, but loving kiss there. âLet me go get out of these clothes and then Iâm all yours.â 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 ânaughty girlâ 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.
âBoo,â a voice whispered right next to your ear causing you to shriek and clutch your chest in shock.
âI hate when you do that!â you scolded your laughing husband who found too much enjoyment in using his transmutation abilities to startle you.
âI know, darling â But youâre just too adorable when frightened like this,â his voice smooth as velvet as he held in his outstretched hand the last thing that was needed for tonight â your favorite cabernet.
âYouâre lucky I love you or else I might not want to put up with you,â 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.
âOh hush, youâll put up with me for eternity, just as Iâll put up with you even after weâre sitting as king and queen in my fatherâs domain. Now⊠Please sit, mademoiselle,â 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 âwhateverâ 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, âNow I know you arenât using the W word with me. What would your children think, hm?â
The scoff that leaves you entertains him like nothing else, âDonât play the mom card on me!â
âI most certainly will play the mom card on you, my love.â His once amused eyes adopted a feigned innocence and his plush lips turned into an exaggerated pout, âYour children would be so upset about mommy treating daddy like this.â
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, âJust pour the wine.â
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 â but now how warm and inviting they were. The ice in his irises turning to a sizzling fire that burned blue â 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.
âAre you done staring?â 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.
âNo, Iâm not done. I think Iâll stare for a bit longer, is that okay with you?â 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, âTsk tsk, such a trouble maker, you are... This is amazing, by the way, my love.â
His praise warmed your heart as you began eating yourself. âOf course I am⊠Plus, youâre a trouble maker yourself, Mr. Langdon â you donât fool me for one bit,â you winked back at him. âYou need somebody to match your troublesome ways â Why else would you have married me?â You laughed to yourself, enjoying the familiar banter you and your husband frequently shared in.
âThere are a million reasons why I married you, ma chĂ©rie. And Iâm not trying to fool you,â 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. âAlthough I do believe you still have me beat, regardless of how troublesome I am, Mrs. Langdon.â
âWhatever you say,â you cheerily sing, the smug look on your face not wavering. The corners of Michaelâs 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 otherâs company was a gift â 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 Michaelâs 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.
âHow did you know Iâd want to come in here?â You squinted at him while picking up your glass and finishing off what was left in there.
âDarling, even if I couldnât read your mind, weâve known each other so long I basically know what youâre thinking at any given time,â he shrugged nonchalantly, pouring some more of the crimson liquid into your neglected glass.
âYou said you wouldnât do that, Mikey.â The nickname he was never fond of. It was juvenile and undermined his power, apparently. You didnât 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. âI said I would try not to do that,â he spoke calmly.
âOh, donât tell me the big and powerful antichrist canât fight the urge to read a simple humanâs mind,â you pushed further, loving the way his chest puffed out as he was getting riled up but didnât want to show it.
âY/N, you know what Iâm capable of â perhaps itâs just that Iâm not trying my hardest to stop your thoughts from flooding my mind. It is nice, occasionally, hearing your voice more frequently. Although, I canât say that applies to the present.â 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 â 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. Â 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 wasnât true â 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.
âAny ideas, love?â 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 â 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.
âHmâŠâ your voice trailed off in thought. âI was thinking we could watch the omen?â You joke, noticing the way his hand stills and his face shifts to look down at you â 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.
âYou knowâŠâ Michael starts off with a sigh. âIâm so good to you⊠I treat you like a goddess, I bring you gifts, Iâm a good father, a loving husband⊠and this is the kind of treatment I get?â
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 manâs 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 âhisâ.
âOkay, what about Omen 2?â 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.
âMichael, stop!â 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.
âMaybe you should be nicer to meâŠâ 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.
âBut if Iâm always nice, you might not behave like thisâŠâ you purr, nudging your nose against his.
âSo, your bad behavior is really just a cry for attention, then?â His face is smug and triumphant â the cocky bastard, you think to yourself. He quirks his eyebrow before placing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. âNo naughty words, mama⊠You really ought to learn to be nice to daddy.â
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 â clothed or not.
âI- I thought I told you to stay out of my head, Langdon,â 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. Heâs warm to the touch and you canât 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.
âI thought you like it when Iâm inside you?â 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.
âBaby, no marks. We donât need the kids asking why mommyâs bruised all over,â you remind him.
âWear a scarf or makeup to cover it. Iâm not stopping,â 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 â you simply take your time feeling each other and melting into one another.
Heâs 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.
âWe could make another one, you knowâŠâ 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.
âThink you can handle another one?â you whisper.
âI can handle it,â 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 â 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.
âSomebodyâs a little excited⊠hm?â He teases, nipping at your skin. âIs somebody a little desperate for my touch?â 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 â But you did.
âI wouldnât say that Iâm the only one,â 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.
âOf course Iâm desperate for your touch,â 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 â to feel your warmth surround him and comfort him.
Michaelâs 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 â 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 Michaelâs 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 â 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.
âEager miss,â 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 â but the truth was that you were too desperate for him, you needed him now. You couldnât 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.
âBaby, I need you⊠pleaseâŠâ 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.
âAnything for you, my love,â 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.
âLove you so much,â he muttered, feeling absolute safety and love being this close to you.
âLove you, tooâ 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. Michaelâs 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 â Sometimes you still couldnât 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 â Sometimes he truly thought you were an angel. âHow could something this beautiful belong to me?â He would think over and over again, completely in awe every time he had you beneath him like this.
âMichael⊠fasterâŠâ 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 didnât 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 adamâs 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 â 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.
âDarling, trust me when I say this isnât the last youâll have of me tonight. Go ahead and chase your high, my love,â he encouraged the fire in you building; his building as well.
âLeave my thoughts alone,â a small giggle left your lips, quickly being replaced with a moan at a particularly hard thrust.
âI thought we share everything?â He teases, thinking back to the vows you spoke on your wedding day.
âBut, thatâs not fair,â you whine. âI canât read your mind,â 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.
âI always speak freely to you. You can ask anything your heart desires and I will tell you. You know that, my love. Do you-â he groans, closing his eyes for a second at the feeling of you clenching and unclenching around his long length. âDo you want to know what Iâm thinking about right now?â 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. âHow badly I want to put another baby in you,â 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. âGive me a baby, Michael, please,â you beg, raking your nails against his back. âI- I want you to fill me up,â your voice breaks as you feel your orgasm building â 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.
âCâmon, my love. Let go,â 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 Michaelâs name. You feel an explosion of electricity which fades into waves crashing all over your body â 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.
âDonât cum on the couch, baby. We donât need the kids seeing what we get up to when theyâre away.â Your voice is weak as you continue, âTry not to make a mess.â He grips your hip harder as you poke fun at him.
âIf I make a mess itâs because of you,â he grunts, his voice raspy and dangerous. âAnd how tight you are,â 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 heâs dangerously close to his own release. âHow warm you feel around me,â his irises darken and he lowers himself to kiss you passionately, keeping the tight hold on your neck. âHow wet you are⊠How Iâm covered in your arousal,â 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. Itâs harder to control himself as he chases his high â 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.
âMy love, Iâm⊠I-â 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.
Michaelâs 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. âI love you,â he whispers against your lips, stroking your cheek.
You smile up at him, gently tucking a strand of his golden hair behind his ear, âLove you more.â
He shakes his head, smiling down at you as he pecks your cheek softly, lifting himself off of you, âImpossible.â His voice is defiant as he pulls out of you, some of his cum dripping out of you and onto the cushion beneath you.
âMichael, what did I tell you,â your laugh breaks the silence of your house. âYouâre cleaning that up,â you look down at the small mess.
âActually,â he looks at you mischievously. âYouâre cleaning that up.â 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 âpopâ sound.
âNaughty girl,â 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 â he had no reason to fear that youâll 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.
âI think we might just be lucky, my love,â Michaelâs 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 â 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. âDo you remember when we did this one?â 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.
âOf course, ma chĂ©rie,â his smirk is evident in his voice as a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest. âHow could I forget? That was the first time I fucked your other little hole,â he remarks smugly.
âMichael!â 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. âSo vulgar,â you whisper jokingly while leaning down to kiss him lightly.
âIf I remember correctly, you enjoy it when Iâm vulgar,â he replies huskily, running his hand down your back. âAnd if my memory serves me right, you particularly enjoyed that night â and the many others that came after,â 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.
âHm, Iâm not sure⊠I think youâll have to jog my memory,â you feign ignorance, a playful smile forming on your lips.
âOh, is that right?â His brow raises as he leans up, forcing you into a sitting position. âHm⊠I think I will have to help you remember,â 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.
âMy darling, I do hope youâre prepared for what I have planned for you tonight,â he whispers against your skin. âYouâre going to get fucked so hard, youâll never be able to forget it,â his voice is raspy and dangerous as he grips your skin tight in his, making his way down the hall. âOur children will wonder what happened to poor mommy,â he chuckles dangerously, kicking open the bedroom door.
âAnd you were worried about some hickeys,â he remarks to himself; his laugh echoing throughout the house as he shuts the bedroom door.
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