#after arriving there we stayed at a hotel n i got paired with a girl from the maths specialized class

[nvathuw]

Lowkey misses the time when I participated in trại hè phương nam in cần thơ

Yapping in hashtags

[die4girl]

Little girl ❤️‍🔥

Summary: You have loved Lewis ever since you were a little girl. Lewis was the perfect gentleman, and you swore you would work your way up to be with him one day. But when you do, something about him makes you nervous. And something about you that he wants to ruin.

When your parents bought you tickets for the Abu Dabi grand prix on your 16th birthday you couldn’t sleep for days, excitement and anticipation for being in the same vicinity as Lewis. When you found your seats amongst the crowd, you immedielty searched for Lewis’s Mercedes car which you spotted it in line up. The signature electric blue a stark contrast against the backdrop of Dubai’s city scape. When he won, miles infront of the others, it was as if all of Dubai cheered for his victory.

“LEWIS LEWIS” you yelled desperately as he walked out of his car to wave at his fans. You were shorter than other girls your age and you fought to not get pushed and shoved by other fans. You felt yourself drowning in the crowd when someone firmly yet gently grabbed your hand and you regained your balance. “Cant have you getting lost can we” Lewis said as he pulled the Mercedes hat you were wearing off your head, and scribbled his name across it. He placed it back in your head with a gentle pat, “thanks for your support love” he said in his British accent, voice soft as he smiled down at you. You swear you stopped breathing as the girls around you shot you dirty looks, but you diddnt care. All you cared about was Lewis.

You clutched your signed Mercedes hat close to your chest when you arrived at your hotel room that night, replaying how it felt have Lewis’s eyes on you- if only for a second.

5 years later

You were seated in Toto Wolf's office as you fixed your hair and reapplied your lip gloss for the 5th time that morning. Your whole morning was done under autopilot; you let your dark hair down and popped in your signature gold hoops, which paired nicely with your brown skin. After intense contemplation, you decided to wear a pair of low-rise jeans (okay, y2K baddie) and a fitted shirt - opting for a Bratz doll, I guess??

You yawned, suddenly regretting staying up late last night. You couldn’t help but fantasize about Lewis. How it would feel to have his finger buried in you and hear him groan and moan in your ear- your thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Toto pushed open the door to the room, “Y/n, are you ready?” He asked with an excited smile. You flushed, pushing those thoughts out of your mind as you got up.

As Toto led the way to the conference room, he was going on about how beautiful the Monaco weather is and how much you will love it here. After a few minutes of walking, you and Toto finally arrived at a set of double doors, which you assumed belonged to the conference room. “They’re all excited to meet you, y/n,” Toto whispers as he dramatically opens the doors.

Excited chatter traveled around the room as you stood next to Toto. But all you could focus on was one person. You surveyed the room, management members, engineers, trainers… your eyes locked on Lewis.

Besides the sparkly studs adorning his ears, Lewis was dressed plainly today. A white shirt and loose black pants. But god, he looked good; he always looked good. You could feel your face heating as he met your gaze.

You were pulled from your thoughts when Toto cleared his throat, and the room quieted, “so, as you know, we have been looking for another driver, and I admit I kept my contenders a secret from you. Only a few members knew we were broadening our horizon to a female driver for the first time.” Anticipating faces switched between you and Toto as they began piecing two and two together.

“Y/n has been showing exceptional talent in F2, and what better way to bring Mercedes back in headlines, after Chris keeps stealing my thunder ( he added under his breath), is to hire the first ever woman in F1 who not only competes at the level of men, but I would say better! So, if you haven’t figured it out already, Y/n L/n will be the newest addition to the Mercedes team.”

A beat of silence fell, and you held your breath at the possibility of being rejected by the team. Claps erupted from around the room as people got up to greet you and shake your hand. Your shoulders shagged in relief, and you thanked Toto for being so kind in your introduction. When you spotted Lewis again, you were taken aback. He had a slight smirk, and his eyes simmered with something dark. As quickly as it came, it was gone in a flash, replaced by the usual soft and gentlemanly demeanor everyone knew.

You focused your attention back on the lady who was shaking your hand repeatedly, “Y/n, how lovely for you to join us; I’ll be doing your fittings for your racing suit” - she was suddenly interrupted by a smiling Lewis, “Sorry to interrupt Lisa,” he flashed a sweet smile, and Lisa walked off after blushing and stuttering an apology.

“Tell her to make it tight.”

“What?”

“Your suit. Especially around your chest.”

Your jaw dropped.

He looked down at you and suddenly started to laugh. “ I’m just joking. Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Your heart squeezed at the pet name. Despite your initial shock your eyes quickly filled with adoration as you looked at him, “Y-yes I mean I can do that.” You sounded like a fucking idiot, but Lewis just smiled, his eyes crinkling at the sides. He was always so sweet.

“I’ve been a huge fan of you since I was a little girl. It’s been my dream to compete alongside you.” You left out how you had a lot of other ‘dreams’ about him.

Lewis looked amused as he bent down to your ear, his hand on your waist, and whispered, “You’re still a little girl, Y/n.” With that, he turned and left the room, leaving behind the faint scent of pine and mint and the warmth of his hand resting on your waist.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Toto came to introduce you to more team members, but all you could think about were Lewis’s words. Was he trying to demean you? No, he wouldn’t do that; he's a gentleman- he's Lewis Hamilton.

You will find out soon enough, and after all, you’ll be together for the rest of the year.

AN: surely smut for part 2?? :)

[sturn-saturn]

The Vegas Affair

pairing: matt x fem!reader

warnings: drinking, dry humping, that’s it i think???

a/n: in honor of the triplets turning 21 me and @flouvela collabed on this little fic. be nice pls and happy reading!!

WORD COUNT: 1,803

people always say, "what happens in vegas, stays in vegas."

and boy, were they right.

the whole crew was here. me, sam, colby, tara, jake, johnnie, larray, nick, matt, and chris. we're all here in vegas to celebrate the triplets' 21st birthday. they originally weren't going to do anything, but you only turn 21 once, right?

we all got settled into our hotel, and i'm rooming with matt on this trip; while getting ready for the night, he got a call from the front desk saying the party bus was here to pick us up.

matt and i go out into the hall, knock on our friends' doors, and run to the elevator, telling them the bus is here. i'm super excited because i've never been to parties like this.

we finally pile onto the party bus as the music fills our ears. matt pulls out his digital camera, a relic in the age of smartphones. he's determined to capture every wild moment that happens tonight.

though their career is based on social media, and they put out videos every week, matt wanted to vlog something for him and his brothers to remember: a night with the people he loves.

larray pops the champagne, which catches us all by surprise. "alright bitches! it's time we take over vegas!" we all cheer and hold our glasses out for him to fill.

jake, being jake, gets up and messes with the stripper pole, with johnnie smacking his ass to hype him up while we let out a laugh.

tara and i were in charge of documenting the night for the three boys, taking turns to capture the moments they may want to look back on.

the bus suddenly stopped, signaling our arrival at the nightclub.

this nightclub felt like walking into another world. the strobes of light switching from side to side, the music blasting in our ears, the colorful, sparkly outfits the party girls are wearing, and so much more.

the crew and i stood still to take it all in, and we looked at each other. "i don't know about y'all, but i'm gonna get fucked up!" larray yells, pushing past us as he gets a hold of nick's hand.

after four rounds of shots, we are all completely drunk. i take a hold of matt's camera and turn it around to capture this moment.

"how you feeling party boy?!" i yell over the music.

"i f-feel fine." he yells back, stuttering. "holy fuck. y/n... AM I DRUNK?!"

"you absolutely are," i laugh at him.

he reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls out his shades that he had on earlier in the day. he puts them on and smiles at the camera, crossing his arms.

"WOAHH LOOK AT MR. COOL GUY OVER HERE!" chris yells as i point the camera at him.

i'm not sure what it is; it may be the alcohol rushing through my body, or maybe the crush i've had on matt for years, but the tattoos that cover his arms, the all-black outfit he has on, and the shades resting on the bridge of his nose are making me feel the things i've been trying to ignore for so long.

"you look so hot," i mumble.

"what was that?" matt asks, as he stands up, hovering over my small frame.

"o-oh, i just said it's so hot in here," i let out an awkward giggle.

"wanna get some air?" he asks, tilting his head to the side.

"no, no, it's okay. i'll be fine," i say, smiling up at him.

matt and i catch up with the rest of our friends, and we have the time of our lives. at that moment, all i can think about is how grateful i am to have found such amazing people.

we returned to the hotel and hugged each other goodnight, heading to our rooms. i place matt's digital camera on the desk as matt and i flopped on our shared bed. i grabbed my head as i winced from the pain from hitting my head on the pillow.

"holy fuck, i feel like my head is about to explode," he slurs.

"i know exactly how you feel right now," i replied, eyes shut.

"hey, y/n," matt calls out. i looked at him, "hey, matt," i replied, copying the tone of his voice.

"you looked really pretty tonight," he says, looking at me.

my cheeks flush into a rosy pink as our eyes meet, my heart beating faster than ever.

"you just looked so carefree and so beautiful. i love seeing you have fun and just be you," he whispers, his hand reaching out to tuck my stray hairs away from my face.

"matty, are you confessing to me right now?" i joke, to cover up how nervous i am at that moment.

"maybe i am," his eyes, holding an intense gaze.

"you're drunk, you fool," i say, averting my gaze away from him.

"so are you, y/n." matt looks deep into my eyes and smashes his lips against mine. my mind took a second to realize what was happening before i kissed back.

he hovers over me as i hook my ankles around his waist, flipping him over. i straddle him, rocking my hips swiftly against his clothed cock, the friction of his jeans sending me to the edge.

he grabs my hips, rutting his cock against my pussy. i let out a choked moan, "feels so good." matt licks a stripe on my neck and i feel him smirk, "does it?" he repeats the same action, filling the room with sounds of heavy breathing and me chanting matt's name like it's a mantra.

unbeknownst to us, the digital camera is still filming and caught every sound we made.

"mine," matt whispers in my ear. the word echoing then the world turns black.

i wake up to the sun shining through the blinds of the hotel room. my head was pounding from all the alcohol i consumed last night. i turn over to see matt's side of the bed empty. i get up from my spot and walk to the bathroom.

"oh good, you're awake," matt says, as he spits the toothpaste in his mouth into the sink. "breakfast ends in an hour, so we should head downstairs soon."

i nod, feeling a little off. matt picked up on it and asked, "y/n, what's wrong? did you sleep alright?"

"i don't know but something feels... off? i don't know how to explain it," i replied, scratching my head as i sit on the bathroom counter, waiting for matt to finish his morning routine.

"maybe, you just need some food in you, sweetheart," he says, smiling softly.

"yeah, maybe," i reply, returning his smile.

after breakfast, matt and i decided to go to nick and chris' room with the digital camera to transfer the footage into nick's laptop. though they aren't uploading it we want to see the affairs from last night on a bigger screen.

"alright, this should transfer onto my laptop in like five minutes," nick claps his hands together.

once the footage is transferred, nick presses play, and we all sit on the couch of the hotel room with our eyes glued to the screen.

there she was, tara with a mic in her hands drunkenly singing the 90's song, "always be my baby" by mariah carey. we all laugh when nick picks up a mic and joins her.

the second clip is larray on the sidewalk, teaching sam and colby "his cool dance moves," as he liked to call them.

following clip was matt and i, attempting a makeshift dance routine and engaging in a heartfelt conversation about our friendship and the future.

"oh my god," matt groaned, burying his face in his hands as we all laughed.

"awh, matty, i'm glad you're my best friend too," i tease him, rubbing his back.

the next clip was matt with his shades on again and attempting to do some michael jackson moves with his leather jacket on.

"ok, guys, enough. this is so embarrassing," he says, laughing.

"wait, there's one more clip," chris says, pointing to the laptop.

we all shift our direction to the screen.

"wait, turn it up," nick says.

all our faces drop in unison as our ears are filled with moans and groans that obviously belong to matt and me.

"no, no, no, no," i say, getting up and running out of the hotel room.

i run to our room and locked myself in the bathroom, crying because of the embarrassment i felt.

i suddenly hear a knock on the door. "y/n... it's me, matt. can i come in?"

i unlock the door to let him in and he closes it behind him.

"y/n. what do you feel right now? hm?" he asks, crouching in front of me on the floor.

"i don't know. I feel embarrassed that your brothers saw that, and I didn't know the camera was still on. i'm so sorry, matt," i rambled as i sob into my hands.

"hey, look at me," he says, lifting my chin with his finger and wiping my tears away.

"you have nothing to be sorry for sweetheart. your feelings are valid. is there anything i can do to make you feel better?"

"i don't know. it's just.. i-i've liked you for so long, and maybe last night was a mistake, maybe it wasn't. if you want to forget about it, i can do that. i can act like it never happened."

"hey, hey, hey y/n. i enjoyed last night. i just want to make sure you're alright. the camera being on was just a mistake, i'm not upset about that, alright? and i've liked you for a while too, you know," he smiles at me, trying his best to comfort me.

we sit on the bathroom floor for a bit before we hear nick and chris on the other side of the door asking if they can come in as well.

matt unlocks the door to the bathroom and the other two walk in.

"are you okay, y/n?" nick asks.

"yeah, just a little embarrassed, i guess," i say looking down.

"well, you know what they say 'what happens in vegas, stays in vegas'" chris says, a smug smile on his face.

"oh, fuck off!" me, nick, and matt yell, looking at chris and we all burst out into laughter.

one thing i'll forever be grateful for is having these three boys in my life. we made a silent vow to cherish the everlasting memories we made last night with our favorite people.

well, i guess vegas have brought us all closer in more ways than one, if you know what i mean.

[justash02]

Womanizer; 06

A/n; lemme know if you have feedback! It’s always welcome! So are Requests! Text me! I’m nice:>

Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.

Pairing; Tom Kaulitz x fem reader.

Previous chapter -> next chapter.

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"I could be a better boyfriend then him."

Tom's POV;

Her lips, her eyes, the way her soft skin felt against my hands... everything about her makes me go crazy.

I've never felt this way before, is this what others mean when they say that they are in love? When I first met her my intention was just to get her in bed.

Because even though I didn't feel like this at first I definitely felt some strong attraction to the girl. But not like this. Not like after I felt how well our lips fitted together.

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Y/n's POV

"Ready to go babes?" Clair asked standing in the doorway looking at me working my magic with some makeup. She didn't say anything and went over to sit on Adams bed.

Ray had worked his magic and got us on one of the hottest guest lists at the moment.

"Adams been weird lately, don't you think?" She asked caressing the well made bed, I stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. Day in day out the only thing that has been on my mind is Tom.

Magazines have been full of speculation on our relationship, fans on the other hand thought I was Tom's play thing for a while before he got bored of me and went over to next girl.

"Yeah." I said, trying to ignore the burning pain in my ribcage. "But if he wants to be a dick that's his problem." I said trying to keep that mind set.

In reality, it did hurt. Adam and I have known each other for a few years and in that time we've gotten close but lately he spend more and more time away from the house and only comes when it's absolutely.

"I think he's slacking." Clair said, studying my face to find some sort of agreement from me, and she found it.

If me kissing a boy for a music video does this much to him maybe he shouldn't be our leader.

"I think he has feelings for you." She stated, i stood still for a second before closing my lip tint and turned around to look at her.

"Doesn't give him the right to neglect his work, nor ours." 

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When we arrived at the party we found out it was being held at an gigantic villa, Ben pulled up at the parking space with his Blue Opel Corsa and let us get out.

Clair went over to my door and let me out while I was looking in my bag for my phone, I smiled at her affectionately before grabbing her hand she as holding out and quickly got to my feet.

It didn't take me long to realize that Adam was pulling Ben away with him, rushing inside, probably to not have to talk to me.

He hasn't really talked to me for a last few days and honestly I'm so over his bullshit.

I held out my arm for Clair and she gladly took it, tonight was about the band and making a good appearance, not about Adam and his childish ways.

We soon got inside and the music was blasting loudly over the speakers, people were making out here and there, some were even doing drugs.

"Yo, this is extremely illegal." Clair yelled over the loud music, "Yeah, they probably got it from the Netherlands." I yelled back.

She just nodded and looked around the small part of this gigantic house and spotted all to familiar people.

"Oh good! It's tokio hotel!" She yelled pulling me with her over to the boys, I smacked into a few people but Clair didn't care and kept pulling me with her.

Soon we reached the boys, "Y/n! Clair!" Gustav yelled as he was the first to notice us, walking over to us pulling us in a quick hug, bill quickly looked up at me and walked over to me to give me a long hug.

"How's my best girl?" He asked gently rocking us back and forth, the nickname made me blush a bit but I didn't care.

"I'm really hungry." I said groaning making him laugh, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder before telling me he knew the people hosting this party so he could fix something for me.

Clair was already sitting down with Gustav and Georg so I asked if she would mind if we got some food really quick and she didn't mind.

"Call me if something's wrong ok?" She smiled and nodded before shooing us away, we bursted into laughing before Bill pulled me over to the kitchen.

Soon we got there and the kitchen was bigger then our whole living room, my jaw dropped a bit before studying the room we were in.

"What are you craving?" Bill asked opening up some doors. I walked over to him, pulling his arm up to go under it because damn this dudes tall asf.

He instinctively rested his arm around my shoulder letting me look, "This looks good!" I said grabbing one of the many pizza boxes on the counter opening them up.

I opened it up and it were my favorite toppings so obviously I grabbed a slice from that. "Toms been acting weird lately." He suddenly said.

"Oh?" I questioned looking back at him with a bite of pizza in my mouth, "I don't know, he hasn't had girls over at all lately. It's weird for him."

"Why do you think that is?" I asked, he shrugged before grabbing one of the red cups that were on the counter, "Maybe he has feelings for you."

"Ha, funny joke." I said before bitting into the pizza once more, tasting the greasy goodness. "I'm not joking! Call it twin instinct if you will. I'm calling that he's obsessing over you." He said poring himself a drink.

"Don't get my hopes up." I practically begged as went over to stand next to him, "He would be an idiot if he wouldn't be." He smiled, wrapping an arm around me once again. "Besides i know you like him back."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I laughed nervously making him scoff at me, "It's completely obvious! The way you guys were kissing?" He suggested.

"Fine! I might like him a bit, but I highly doubt he would like me back." I said, leaning into his side.

His scent filled my nose calming me down, he ran his fingers through my hair, "You deserve someone who takes good care of you." He mumbled before gently kissing my forehead.

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[swissboyhisch]

New York Luck

Pairing: Mat Barzal x Reader

Summary: After a lovely holiday, your partner breaks up with you and so you turn to your only friend in the city.

Word Count: 1055

A/N: I'm not super happy with this. I feel like it's rushed but I want to put it out anyway.

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Why is it that every time you come to New York, something bad happens. The last time you had gotten your shitty diagnosis. This time your current boyfriend and yourself had decided to go on a holiday to Hawaii for a week and of course, an hour after landing back in New York he decided to break your heart.

Something about not being ready for a relationship. Apparently. And here you were ready to tell him I love you on your holiday but held back because he was a little distant at night. That’s why you’re now standing in a Walmart; wearing a pair of sunglasses trying to find food.

Sadly you can’t even go home. In three days you have to have another surgery. A different one to the last time you were in New York. Now you’re stuck in the city, alone and crying your eyes out. Dealing with health issues and a break up. What a great combo. And to make things worse, you can’t even drink away your emotions!

Aisle by aisle, you grab chocolate, some cupcakes, cheese and crackers, a bit of everything. Oh and a bottle of coke, can’t forget it. That’s when you heard a familiar voice calling your name. You turned to where the voice came from. 

“Mat?”

One of the few people you knew in the city. Mat wasn’t a stranger to you. Quite the opposite actually. The pair of you grew up together then reconnected later on once he had been drafted. After a couple hook ups since the reunion, you two were close when you did meet up.

“Are you okay?” Mat questions, spying your reddened cheeks just under your glasses. 

“I uh… Yeah,” You tried to brush it off. Discreetly wiping the stray tears that dripped down your cheeks. “Just some personal stuff.”

The hockey player wasn’t buying it. He had known you long enough to see through your lies. Even if they were really bad like the one you just told. “Okay, what’s up? I know that’s a lie. You were literally just in Hawaii.”

“Stalking my insta?” You joke weakly.

“Gotta see what my favourite girl is up to.”

That made your heart hurt more. Here Mat was calling you that where as your ex could barely call you his girlfriend in front of his friends. God, you thought your relationship was great. Fuck. How could you be so blind. 

“Yeah we got back this morning and then he broke up with me an hour after we landed.”

Mat immediately brought you in for a hug. “Shit. He’s an asshole for that.”

“Doesn’t help I have surgery friday,” You add, sniffling.

“Another one?” Mat sighs. “He’s a coward for breaking up with you before that. It’s a dick move.”

You shrug off the comment. “I’d rather him do it now then drag it out. Now I can just focus on myself. Gonna get snacks and have a night in my hotel. Maybe get ice cream from the place next door.”

“Can I join?” Mat asked. 

“Are you sure?”

Matt agreed and the two of you finished grabbing snacks for the night and finished Mat’s shopping. He brought groceries for his apartment so the two created a plan. First, drop off Mat’s groceries to his apartment. Then head to your hotel to have a chill night. 

You two arrived back at your hotel, which was quite a fancy one since you and your partner had planned to stay there together. First, before retreating to your bedroom, you stopped by the ice cream place and got way too much. Enough that Mat’s nutritionist would cry at the thought of the hockey player consuming all that sugar. 

“This is nice.” The two of you walked into the nice hotel room. A modern style hotel room on the 9th floor. A king sized bed in the middle with the bathroom off to the left as you walked in. There was even a window with a blind in the shower. “Have you stayed here before?”

“Yeah, my ex worked nearby so I’d stay when I’d come to visit him,” You respond.

Mat grabbed the bag of snacks and put that on the counter, wrapped you in a hug and dragged you onto the bed. The smell of his cologne filled your senses. Despite your old hook up ways with Mat, the familiar scent still gave you butterflies.

“I wanna have a shower and get into my pyjamas,” You sighed, pulling away from Mat. You grabbed some clothes and went to go to the bathroom when a sulking sound came from the boy laying on your bed. When you looked at him, he was pulling the puppy's eyes. “What? Do you wanna join?”

“Please?” You giggled and agreed, leaving him to join you when he wished. “Thank youuuu!”

The bathroom was really modern. A large mirror in front of the sink and a huge shower with a rainfall head. Your favourite type of shower. After turning on the water to your preferred temperature, you stripped and got into the shower. The water felt calming as you stood under the stream. 

“Heya,” Mat mutters as he slips into the shower. 

You leaned into the hockey player as he wrapped his arms around you. This wasn’t the first time you had showered with him. But let’s just say usually, a simple shower wasn’t just that. 

“Are you okay?” Mat asks as you’re unusually quiet around him. That question just makes you break. A flood of emotions coming through. Mat was quick to pull you closer, tight against his naked body as you started to sob. “He’s an idiot.”

“What’s wrong with me?” You cried.

“Nothing. I promise you it’s him. He’s the worst person for doing this to you. He’s the problem.”

Once you had calmed down and the two of you had finished washing, you changed into your pyjamas and cuddled up on bed with a ton of snacks surrounding the pair of you. Mat had signed into his Disney. You allowed him to pick what the two of you would watch for the night. When you saw the intro it solidified the hidden feeling for him. It was your favourite show.

“Thanks for this,” You mutter to Mat.

The brunette kissed the top of your head. “Always.”

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[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Reunited

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader, Emily Prentiss x Platonic Fem!Reader, Penelope Garcia x Fem!Reader

Warning: mentions of cheating, teasing, divorced parents

Word count: 928

"While you all stay at some hotel, I'm going to stay at my mother's house. Penelope too" Emily smirked as she sat down at her desk "I thought you didn't like Elizabeth?" Spencer asked. "Not her. Y/n" she rolled her eyes "Hotch's ex-wife?" Derek questioned as he walked in "yeah?" Emily flung her hand around.

"Hotch is going to have a blast with this one" Rossi laughed silently as he listened in "And I miss my little sister" she admitted bashfully.

"Where's Emily?" Hotch sighed as the team began gathering at the jet "She might have taken the earliest flight last night with Penelope to go stay with her mom" JJ winced.

Aaron let himself into your home a day after they arrived in town, wanting to find his two missing members "Mommy there's a strange man inside!" a young girl had panicked. You had come running at her scream, not thinking before getting him to the ground face down "I see you've still got it" he joked with a wheeze "Aaron?" you gasped.

"Are you crazy?" you yelled getting off him "What are you doing here?" helping him off the ground, your daughter running to hide behind your legs. "I hear you have two of my agents" he commented straightening his tie "They're out" you shrugged placing a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"I'll be sure to call you when they're back though" you forced a smile trying to push him out of the home "Look Y/n. I'm sorry" he apologised with a deep breath. "Well, Aaron. thank you but it's many years too late" you smiled sarcastically "I know" he winced "and yet you still tried" you chuckled airily.

"Please Y/n. I'm trying" he rubbed his face "I don't know what you want from me" you admitted honestly "My girls have gone out like I said, there's not much I can do" shaking your head. He only smiled "What about coffee?" he asked "I can wait for them to get back and knowing you, there's probably fresh baked goods" he stepped forward.

"You're insane you know that" you chuckled "You might have told me a few times" he shrugged "You're so annoying" he mocked watching your mouth open. Taking a deep breath you lifted the girl onto your hip "Follow me" as you ventured into the spacious kitchen.

Emily and Penelope held their breaths as they walked into the home half expecting there to be screaming and yelling, things being thrown or smashed. It was no secret that your divorce from Hotch had been messy, you were devoted to the man and loved him endlessly but he had cheated with his high school sweetheart.

What they had seen was something completely different, Hotch was sitting at the table with your daughter colouring as you cooked lunch. He asked the girl questions here and there, most of them you hadn't been able to hear nor her answers as they spoke, there were cakes and various sweets around them.

"This is lovely" Emily teased placing her bags by the door followed by Penelope "We aren't in trouble are we?" the blonde asked nervously. "Nonsense" you smiled beginning to serve everything "Can you girls help with the table please?" Emily nodded stealing a brownie as she packed things away.

Penelope stuffed a cupcake into her mouth as she grabbed the utensils, Hotch felt a little out of place- sure he used to be married to you and this was your normal but it felt odd. Maybe it was the fact you had a child of your own now? or that you looked amazing yet he couldn't sneak up behind you wrapping his arms around your smaller frame to press a kiss to your neck whispering how great you looked?".

He knew he fucked up big time and that maybe it was the fact you weren't his anymore that hurt the most. He had hurt you, neglected you, cheated and still he wanted you more than anything.

Lunch had gone smoothly- too smoothly, it felt like your old Saturday lunches with the girls as you all talked and laughed until it became the time Aaron cleared his throat after.

He thanked you for the food but admitted that he had to get going and the girls too, you walked him to the door leaning against the frame "Why can't they stay Aaron?" you whispered looking up at him. "Why must you punish me more?" you asked as tears gathered along your waterline "You come here looking all hot and I can't do a damn thing about it but just.. Look".

"You think I didn't have the same thoughts watching you... Y/n I regret everything that I did to hurt you but now I've got a son and you have a daughter who has a father somewhere".

"He's here" you confessed "Where?" placing a hand to his chest you repeated yourself "Me?" he asked confused "I was going to tell you that day but I had found you two and I- just... it never happened and well you didn't want children at the time".

He cupped your face gently as you looked down "You're telling me that I have missed out on almost ten years of that little girl's life because I didn't know just what I had until you were gone?"

"In two months, I'll come back. I'll bring my little boy Jack and the girls too, we'll go to our old little cabin cause your birthdays coming up and that's how we'll celebrate".

“Together”

[lcvesjj]

“Oh there's only one bed…” - Erin Lindsay x Fem!Reader

Pairing : Erin Lindsay x Fem!Reader

Prompt : “oh-there’s only one bed”/“well I guess we are sharing then”

Warnings : being undercover, drinking, jealousy, mentions of criminals?, (if there is anything I didn’t add just let me know)

Summary : You and Erin end up sharing a bed, while undercover. 

A/n : Sorry for any mistakes I may have missed.

You and Erin had to both go undercover since you were trying to bust a bunch of dangerous criminals who worked underground underneath a club. The evening went well since you found out new information that could be helpful for the case. 

After Hank said you could both call it a night, you had expected to be able to go back home and change clothes. Even if some part of you was expecting to have to stay somewhere else. Since Hank made you both back a small bag with some extra clothes and stuff, but you were still a little surprised. He said it would be safer if you stayed in a hotel close to the club in case something happened or someone followed you back to the district. 

Sighing deeply you looked into the mirror for the last time and opened the bathroom door and walked out looking for Erin to tell her what Hank said. 

Erin was standing next to the bar with a glass of lemonade in her hand, while some girl was trying to talk to her but Erin seemed uninterested. Just as you had approached them Erin loudly exclaimed “Oh here is my girlfriend! What took you so long, babe?” She smiled at you widely. You just played along with what she was saying since you were supposed to play a couple. Erin wrapped her hand around your waist, while softly kissing your cheek and pulling you closer to her while still smiling at you. 

After the girl had left you leaned onto the bar and put your head close to Erin’s and whispered into her ear that Hank had called you and what you were supposed to do next. She just nodded in response and asked the bartender for the bill.

Walking out of the club and towards the car was a little bit of a shock since inside it was so hot and outside it was freezing. When you had left the district it was still warm outside. So you had decided to leave your jacket in the car which you realised now was a big mistake. 

Erin saw you shivering in the cold so she took off her coat and wrapped it around you. “Is that better?” She asked, grabbing your ice cold hands and rubbing them with her hands to warm up your hands a little bit.

“You will get sick Erin, it’s freezing out here.” You mumbled in response. You tried to take off her coat and give it back to her but seeing her glare at you, you stopped trying to take it off and instead just grabbed her hand and intertwined it with yours. “Now c’mon let's get you to the car so you won’t freeze out here.” She smiled, pulling you towards the car. 

As soon as you got into the car you turned the heating up to the max to warm you both up even a little bit. Checking your phone to see if you had any new messages, you only had one and it was from Voight. Saying that he had reserved two rooms at a fancy hotel not too far from the club. You put the address into the GPS the car had built in and Erin started driving. 

“I can’t wait to finally sleep and take a hot shower.” You groaned while rubbing your eyes. She just laughed at your words. “Me too, I can basically hear my bed calling me.” Erin joked. 

After arriving at the hotel you were supposed to stay at, you both grabbed your bags and walked into the reception of the hotel. It was a really nice place with a TV and a lot of sofas and places to sit down. Erin rang the bell that was on the counter as you waited for someone to come up to the desk and give you both the keys to your rooms. 

Soon you both found out that there was only one room booked and the rest of the hotel was fully booked and there were no spare rooms. Erin simply said “We will take it.” With a smile and after getting the key you both said goodnight to the receptionist and headed towards the elevator. Luckily the elevator was working so you didn’t have to run up four flights of stairs. 

Opening the door and walking in you were shocked. 

THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED!!!! 

How were you expected to share a bed with Erin? You were madly in love with her and you didn’t want to make it awkward between the two of you, knowing that you had no idea how long being undercover would last. 

“Oh-there’s only one bed…” You said in shock. 

“Well I guess we are sharing then Y/n, unless you want me to sleep on the floor.” Erin chuckled awkwardly. 

“Are you crazy? You will barely be able to move if you sleep on the floor. And besides I don’t mind it at all but I just expected two beds you know what I mean?” You laughed quietly

“Okay, well then which side of the bed do you want?” She asked, looking at you with an amused expression. 

“I prefer to sleep by the window. Do you want to shower first or can I?” You said while putting your bag on the ground.  “It’s fine, you can go first.” She softly smiled. 

After gathering all the stuff you needed like your pjs and all of your toiletries and a hoodie since the room was ice cold even if the heating was supposedly on. 

When you were done you slowly opened the bathroom door to see Erin sitting on the bed, phone in hand and she was watching something. “Bathroom is free now.” You smiled walking out. “Thanks. Is there hot water in the shower?” She asked getting up and putting her phone down on the nightstand while also grabbing some stuff from her bag. “Yea but it’s really hot so be careful.” Erin just nodded in response.

Looking out of the window you were amazed, Chicago was so beautiful at night. Laying down on the bed you pulled out your phone and started looking through the recent news and checking if anyone had texted you. But you had no notifications so you just set an early alarm and took off your hoodie since you wanted to finally get under the covers and sleep. 

You heard Erin softly opening the bathroom door and gently walking towards where you were laying. “Are you asleep Y/n?” She asked softly, pulling back the covers to also lay down. “Not yet, even though I’m exhausted.” You chuckled quietly turning around to face Erin. “Mmm me too.” She replied laying down next to you. 

Somewhere around an hour later you still weren't asleep since the heating broke and now the room was freezing. You didn’t want to wake up Erin so you slowly tried to get up to grab your hoodie but it was too late since she heard you and sat up to look at what you were doing. 

“Are you alright Y/n?” She asked, looking at you concerned. “Yea I’m fine, just a little bit cold since the heating broke.” You said getting up and reaching for your hoodie and putting it on. 

Laying down again you faced Erin and looked at her. She looked so exhausted and tired. “I’m sorry for disturbing your sleep Erin.” 

“You're not disturbing my sleep Y/n, I've been awake this whole time since I can’t sleep. It’s freezing here.” She laughed, pushing her hair out of her face. “C’mere since I can tell that you're freezing.” Erin added moving closer to you. You gently moved closer into her arms and just layed there. 

“Thank you.” You smiled sleepily at her.

“I’m actually a little bit happy we are sharing a bed.” She said playing with your hair. “Really?” You asked in surprise. “Of course, I mean I really like you Y/n and I’m just really happy I get to spend more time with you.”

“I like you too Erin. And I really enjoy spending time with you. I’m glad we got partnered up together.” You replied smiling widely. “Do you maybe think sometime after this is over we could go on a date or something Y/n?” She asked softly looking into your eyes. “I would love to Erin.” You smiled brightly. 

You were really surprised that Erin asked you on a date but in a good way. You never expected an undercover operation to turn into sharing a bed with your crush and getting asked on a date by her.

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

LIKE A VIRGIN

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

LIKE A VIRGIN

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: After her miscarriage, Annie is ready to be intimate with her husband again.

Warnings: Fluff, sex, Andy being a sweetheart (yeap that is a warning)

A/N:  none.

Word count: 2021

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It was Thursday morning, Thanksgiving day. Annie and Andy got up early to start with the dinner preparations. His brother and his family were coming to visit them and spend time together as a family. Andy insisted in Tom’s family to stay with them for the weekend but Tom opted for booking a room in an hotel arguing they were still in the honeymoon stage and didn’t want to hear them having sex. Tom knew about what happened to his little sister, but he didn’t know Annie and Andy hadn’t slept together since her miscarriage. Andy was very supporting of her and never pushed her to anything pass cuddling and kissing before bed.

Tom, Martha and little Denisse, who was now two years old, arrived at noon to Newton, and after leaving their bags in the hotel they headed to the Barber’s house. As soon as they got in, Martha went to help Annie in the kitchen, while the guys took care of the kids and watch the football match on TV.

It wasn’t until almost 6 o’clock when they finally sat and had dinner.

“I think it’s time for us to say what we are thankful for.” Martha said, “I am thankful for being all of us together having dinner as a family. I know I already told you this the day of the wedding Andy but we are so happy you are part of this family.”

“I am happy too, thank you Martha.” Andy said smiling a bit of blush on his cheeks. “Can I go next?” Martha nodded as she drank from her glass of wine.

“I am thankful for this dinner, you girls nailed it. I haven’t had a proper Thanksgiving dinner since my mom passed away.” Annie grabbed his hand when he said that and rubber her thumb on his knuckles, “I am thankful for having you as a wife, I love you.” Annie mutter an I love you back, “And I’m thankful because Dr. Greene already discharged Jake.”

“Yeah! I’m big boy now!” he said lifting his little plastic cup full of orange juice.

“And because his kindergarten teacher told us he is a very smart boy and right now he is being top of his class.” Annie added and everybody clapped.

“Stop! Stop!” Jake said waving his small hand and everyone stopped, “Why you stop?” Everyone laughed.

“Happy thanksgiving everybody.” Tom said lifting the bottle of beer.

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Everyone said, even little Denisse babbled something along the rest.

It was close around 11 p.m. when Tom and his family went back to the hotel. Jake was out on the couch by 9, he made all the effort to stay awake with the adults but eventually he fell asleep next to his cousin. Andy was putting away the leftovers on the fridge, when Annie walked into the kitchen.

“Baby, can you carry Jake to his room? I’m exhausted.”

“Sure, honey. I’ll meet you upstairs.”

Annie was finishing her skincare routine in the bathroom when Andy walked into the room and got into the closet to change his clothes.

“I’m glad your brother could came,” Andy said from inside the closet as he put on some black sweats.

“Yeah, me too.” Andy could hear her now in the room along with the cold November wind hitting the window. He put on a gray shirt and walked out of the closet.

“Maybe tomorrow we could…” Andy stopped on his tracks when he saw his lovely wife wearing a black satin sleep cami with black lace on the neck line. He swallowed hard. “That’s… not covering much for tonight’s weather.”

“Don’t you like it?”

“What? No, it’s not that, you look beautiful honey, as always.” He walked to his side and climbed on the bed. He got closer to Annie and kissed her softly, he had kissed her multiple times in the past months but today it felt different, he felt the need in her kiss so he stopped. “Honey…”

“I think I’m ready, Andy.” Andy just stared at her, “I want to be with you.”

“Honey, you don’t have to do this, you know that right?” Annie nodded, “There’s no rush, and we can always wait more.”

“I just wanna see if I can do it.” Andy kept looking at her with worried eyes, “Please, I promise if I don’t like it, I’ll tell you to stop.”

“Alright.” Andy sighed, “We’ll go slowly, ok?” Annie nodded this time. “Lay down,” Annie made herself comfortable against her pillow, “And relax. If you don’t feel comfortable at any point tell me and we will stop. Ok?”

“Yes, Andy.”

“Safe word.”

“Red.”

It’s been two months, he will be lying if he said he wasn’t hard already just by seeing her in that cami on the bed.

Andy kissed her softly, his lips touching her gently exploring her like it was the first time they kissed. The kiss soon became heated, Annie opened her mouth to give access to Andy’s tongue. As soon as his tongue touched hers, she let out a small whimper and Andy stopped.

“Too much?”

“No, no. it feels good.”

He smiled and gave her a small peck. He kissed her cheek and went down to her neck and under her left ear, she whimpered again when he kissed her sweet spot. Andy’s hand went up her tight, stopping when he reached her hip.

“Are you not wearing anything underneath this?”

“Well, no. I thought, you know, easy access?” She blushed and darted her sight to the right. Andy grabbed her chin and looked at her in the eyes.

“You, little lady, are making really difficult for me not to go hard on you.”

“I’m sorry.” She said shyly.

“Honey, you are never this shy. You’re even shaking, what is it? You know we can stop, are you uncomfortable?”

“No, I’m just nervous. I feel like this was my first time. Is that wrong?”

“Of course not. I understand.”

“I don’t want to ruin it, Andy.”

“Honey,” Andy took her hand and guided her to his crotch, she could feel his hot and hard cock trough his sweatpants, “You are not ruin anything.” She swallowed, “Wanna continue?” she nodded quickly, “Words.”

“Yes, please.”

Andy grabbed the hem of her cami, and once the piece of clothing was out of her body he threw it across the room. Andy looked at his wife, her small rounded breast on full display, her puffy nipples begging for attention. He went to attack her neck again, his hand massaging one of her breast.

“Andy.” She moaned when Andy lips suck on her nipple as her hand touched the back of his head, caressing his hair.

Soon his kisses traveled down her tummy to her hips, Andy nibble at the skin where she had the scar of her surgery. He situated himself between her thighs, her pink and brown glistening folds were already a bit swollen, and he kissed her inner thighs so painfully slowly. He put her legs on his shoulders, his face got closer to her slit; his breath hitting her core; he kissed her clit, took it between his lips and sucked.

“God!”

Andy kept sucking on her clit, his tongue coming down to her hole and lap at it to grab her juices.

“Fuck, Andy!” Annie’s hand went to the back of his head and tangled her fingers on his hair. A loud moan came out of her went Andy put his middle finger inside her hitting in the right spot. Andy pumped his finger in and out without stop sucking on her clit. “Andy! OH GOD!”

Her climax hit making her arched her back. Andy stopped, moving his way up to meet her eyes, a dopy smile on her face. He kissed her, tasting her juices on his lips. Annie’s hand moved to the waistband of Andy’s sweats, pulling them slightly.

“Alright, that’s enough for tonight honey.” Andy too her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“Please, Andy.” She saw him with pleading eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that!”

“Please.” Andy paused for a minute.

“Fuck!” He took his pants off, his cock sprung free against his abdomen, hard and ready to fuck her, the tip of his dick was red and leaking. He stroke it without breaking eye contact with her. “This what you want?”

“Yes, I want it, Andy; please!”

He passed his tip along his folds and clit, he was about to put it in when Annie put her hand on his chest.

“Wait!”

“Ok, I’m sorry. We can do this another day.”

“No, just, can you wear a condom? I just don’t…”

“Sure, honey.” Andy moved to his side and opened the drawer on his night stand, took out the silver wrapper, opened it and slid the condom over his shaft. He moved to be on top of her again, took his member in his hand and lined in her entrance.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Andy slid slowly into her, both moaning at the feeling, she felt warn and tight against him.

“Fuck, honey.” He kept sliding in, stopping when he was fully inside, “How can you…oh god, you’re squeezing me already.” Andy took a deep breath and started thinking on anything he could not to cum. “I don’t know if I will last long, honey.”

Andy looked at her, her eyes a bit glossy, she felt a sting inside, and she couldn’t explain how she wasn’t use to Andy’s size anymore. He kissed her cheeks, and caressed her nose with his.

“Move, please.”

Andy began moving into her slow a first, seeing how her face contort with each thrust, soon their moans, groans and pants filled the silence of the night.

“Oh god, Andy!”  His thrusting began to increase, the sound of skin to skin increasing. “Please, don’t stop!”

Andy slid out of her, took her by the waist and he sat on his haunches, he lined himself in her entrance and slam his cock into her.

“Fuck!” Annie screamed.

“Move baby girl, use me to cum.” Andy said in a deep voice.

She began to move up and down and made circles with her hips as she sank down his shaft.

“That’s it baby, come on. I can feel you’re close.” Andy took one of her nipples of her bouncing breast.

“Andy, Fuck!”

Andy felt her walls clasping against his cock, her clit rubbing on his skin with each trust. He put her against the bed, slamming hard in her pussy.

“Cum for me, baby.”

A loud moan left her mouth, her pussy clenching on Andy’s cock making him cum with her.

Andy stayed inside her, his face hidden in the crock of her neck, until he heard a small whimper. He lifted his weight off of her, a few tears streamed down her face.

“Oh god, did I hurt you?”

“No,” She sniffed, “It felt amazing!”

Andy sighed and giggled, “Don’t scare me like that.” He bend down and kissed her.

After a couple of minutes he slid out of her and she shivered at the loss of contact. Andy got out of bed, took off the condom, and tossed it in the bathroom bin. He came back, searched for his clothes and put on his sweatpants. “Honey, sit up for me, please.”

She did as she was told and Andy put his shirt on her. She then took her place on her side of the bed and Andy took his, they were looking at each other.

“I missed you.” She said with a sleepy voice, “I know you didn’t leave, but…”

“I understand,” he caressed her cheek, “I missed you too.” He leaned in and kissed her softly. “Want me to be the big spoon?”

“Yes, please!” She turned to the other side and Andy grabbed by the waist to pull her close. The exhaustion taking over Annie.

“Good night, honey.” He kissed her on the shoulder. “I love you.”

A low hum was all he got as a response, he smiled and hold his wife closer to him, closing his eyes and drifting off with the sound of wind outside.

[wearethemaincharacters]

Good job [Keys x fem!reader]

18+ minors DNI!

Word count: 2.6k

Prompts:

87 "Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear.  Trying to tell me something?"

100 "I wanna fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how good you take it."

71 "Just a little more"

25 "That's it. That's my girl."

94 “That's it. let it all out”

Warnings: smut (18+), fucking in front of a mirror, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys)

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The tension is thick. The business trip you got assigned was a whole two day ordeal and you already can’t wait to get back home, you almost missed your flight because some idiot decided to park in the middle of the road, therefore blocking it for everyone else and since you are already running late the whole morning you decide to just step out of your Uber, grabbing your bag from the trunk and head to your gate.

The gate isn’t too full since most of the people are probably already through security, just you and two others in front, which isn’t much if the lady in question wouldn’t chit-chat about her morning with everyone and how great the weather is. The man in front of you huffs out an annoyed breath of air and taking a second look you can just roll your eyes. It’s no other than Walter ‘Keys’ Mckey, the man you’re doing the press tour for the new game with and haven’t talked to outside of work since he seems to know everything better when it comes to all the stuff involving making a game - story, graphics, coding - and don’t even get me started on fixing any bugs the game might have. He’s on your nerves before the trip has really started.

After a wonderful one and a half hour flight in a cab together to New York, you finally arrive at our designated hotel.

“Thank you Miss Y/L/N and Mister Mckey for staying with us. We have your room ready, everything is paid in advance and room service will be paid for in full.”

“Excuse me, you said room?”, he asks the question that you were wondering about yourself.

“Yes, your boss said one room would be fine, is there a problem?”

“Is there any chance we could book a second room? I’ll even pay for it myself”, you try your best.

“I’m sorry but we’re all booked out for the week.”

“It’s fine, we’ll make it work. Thank you”, Keys snatches the Keycard to your room from the desk and all you can do is fake a smile and nod thankfully before following him.

You enter the room with just one bed inside and are happy that it’s at least going to be some stunning looking 48 hours. The meeting you came here for was in an hour so you take your sweet time to change into something more appropriate and get yourself ready by looking through the notes on your tablet you made on the way here.

Simple black skinny jeans and a shirt with a v-neck should do the trick, the decent makeup doing the rest. Keys settles for the usual pair of dark jeans, but even though you didn’t mean to, your gaze rests on his black leather belt for a second as he is buttoning his dark blue shirt over it.

Both of you are well aware of the fact that he caught you, so you try to busy yourself packing your handbag for the meeting, slipping your tablet and notepad inside and hurrying out the door with a simple: “I’m just quickly gonna grab a coffee on the way.”

It’s a shitshow, the whole meeting the guys from the New York department are trying to tell you how to do your job and ask you why you didn’t think of the outcome to XYZ of any of your actions. On the other hand, Keys is the one swimming in praise for his good work and all you can do the second the meeting is done I storm out of the room to grab some dinner before heading back into your room. You don’t have a problem with someone giving you any kind of critique, but they just acted like you shouldn’t be the person in charge of your department. The dinner is just the cherry on top, comes out after an hour and just isn’t as fulfilling as you hoped, overprized of course.

Keys is sitting in front of his laptop at the table in the room and doesn’t even turn his head at the sound of the door falling into its lock. It’s dark outside, but the view is just as beautiful with the skyline, all the pretty lights of the city shining in the black of the night.

“I’m taking a shower, won’t be long”, to at least give him a chance to use the bathroom now if he needs to.

The warm water and rose petal smell of the hotel shampoo is just the right thing to calm your nerves. You still decide to not take too long so he can get ready right after. The silk of your white pajamas hugs your body so perfectly, you barely feel the material. The room is not as humid as the bathroom which instantly erupts goosebumps on your skin the second you step out.

A knock on the door lets you freeze, not wanting to talk to anyone you don’t have to. Keys snaps out of his trance and rushes to the door, taking things a bit slower when his body grazes yours in the tight space you can barely call hallway. His T-shirt under the unbuttoned one comes in contact with the silk of your pajama, the missing bra instantly getting a reaction out of your body, nipples hardening underneath the material and you know he feels it. As he answers the door you pack your worn stuff into your suitcase and sit on the edge of the bed, unsure of the sleeping situation for the night.

“Sooo, not wearing any underwear, trying to tell me something?”, you would love to wipe the smile off his face but can’t hide the tingles rushing through your body.

“Shut up, who likes to sleep in underwear anyway?”

The room fills with the smell of something you could recognize anywhere - fresh Pizza.

“I’ll let you have half if you can commit to both of us sleeping in the same bed tonight.”

“I already ate, thanks.”

“That still doesn’t tell me if you want some.”

He places the impressive pizza plate on the white duvet and gets his laptop before sitting against the headboard, still focused on the screen in front of him as he grabs a slice that already had your mouth watering prior to you taking a proper look at it.

“You did a good job today even though you didn’t have any references for the stuff you were talking about, maybe they were wondering why I didn’t just go alone”, your heart misses a beat at the praise in the beginning but quickly catches back on to its usual rhythm. 

“Apparently I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing at the moment, so yeah, you might be right that I am useless on this trip after all.”

“I never said that, I just didn’t get why Antwan had to send both of us if they were just gonna talk shit about your work anyway”, Keys puts the plate on the table his laptop sat on only half an hour ago, leaning back against the headboard to see your reaction to his statement.

“Thank you?! I’ll just report back to him on Monday, who knows maybe I’ll finally throw in the towel, can’t be bothered to take any more of this shit anyway”, you desperately press your thighs together, looking for a little more relief than just the hot shower to all the comments being flung at you today.

You get up from the bed, ready to tell him that you’re just gonna check in to another hotel, opening your bag back up to take out your outfit from the day but Keys gets ahead of you and comes around to your side of the bed, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

Taking in the few inches between you two, you look up at him, a breath catches in your throat when you see his features soft, his brown eyes with slightly furrowed brows taking you in.

He leans down so his lips gently graze the shell of your ear and you can’t bring yourself to move, the anticipation boiling in your veins as he whispers: “Don’t go. I wanna fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how good you take it.”

You fist his shirt before he can finish, grabbing onto it already after the first two words, the realization hits - he got you and has your stomach doing somersaults with how bad you want him, all without touching you. Your cheeks meet as he comes back to look at you, mere inches between and you know he’s just waiting - either for permission or for you to do something. His expression is almost pained with the way he is taking you in, giving his all not to just take what he wants. But the moment you give him the smallest nod with pleading eyes, he’s grabbing your cheeks with a hand on each side and presses his soft lips to yours, trying his best not to rush the kiss but its intense - swimming in your kiss like its what he’s been waiting for all day. You get lost in his soft touches, how he pauses for a second to take in the taste of your lips just to go back in, putting a loose strand of hair back in its place behind your ear. You would call the sound that leaves your lips pathetic when he pulls away just to catch his breath but instead busy yourself with taking his shirt off, sliding it eager down his shoulders just pulling at his shirt under it seconds later and before you can take a proper look at him, his lips are back on yours. Warm hands find their way under your shirt to pull you closer.

Keys chuckles into the kiss when you reach the black belt you couldn’t take your eyes earlier, fingers resting on the leather when the same small laugh escapes your own lips, finally opening it, the metal sound clinking heavily in the room. His fingers fumble with the buttons of your pajama but know he’s getting frustrated - you never use them because they’re such a pain in the ass to get open.

“Wait”, you mumble breathlessly into the kiss, almost instantly pulling away to throw your shirt over your head.

You exchange one more kiss before his lips travel lower, leaving not only soft purple patches but also goosebumps on your skin. A soft moan escapes his mouth, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head and your hand to slide from the back of his neck into his soft brown hair, carefully grabbing a bunch to pull and there goes another moan as he takes your nipple between his lips where his tongue licks and plays with it.

Both of you pull apart once more so you take the chance and get on the bed with him following right behind you but the moment you take one more look at his - still buttoned - pants, you can only imagine what you felt if you dipped your hand inside a few minutes ago. He hovers over you, settling between your legs to pepper a few more kisses over your exposed chest. The finger that rubbed over your other nipple just seconds ago finds its way under the waistband of your shorts, two other ones dipping gently between your folds. You can see him trying to keep his composure when he feels how drenched you already are - all for him. The sparks in your body turn into pure excitement as he pulls the fabric down your legs, throwing it somewhere just to come back up once more, holding your face with the same hand that explored your body and pressing another but needier kiss on your lips.

Keys scoots down the bed seconds later to kick the shoes he’s still wearing off his feet and pull his pants down his thighs alongside his underwear. You barely get a good look at him, he’s already kneeling between your legs, his hands gently rubbing down your thighs, causing you to spread them wider and perk your head up to take him in.

He rubs himself a few times before aligning his impressive length with your entrance. Your heart beats in your chest as you keep your eyes between you two, waiting for the stretch you know is going to come.

His tip glides through your folds and catches your clit for a second, coating him in more of your arousal which leaves both of you nearly breathless. You’re about to wiggle your hips for any kind of friction when he carefully pushes a few more inches inside, the stretch causing you to just want more - need more.

“Just a little more”, he tells himself as he keeps going, trying his best to let you adjust instead of just ramming into you.

You desperately pull him up to you to place a fleeting kiss on his lips and throw him onto the mattress, leaving you straddling his thighs as you glide down his length in one motion. The wind gets knocked out of you, clenching around him at the obscene desperate moan that makes him throw his head back at your action, fingers nearly bruising your hips with the tight grip.

He’s trying to catch his breath but your upper body lays flat against him, your hands intertwining with his next to his head, holding on as you begin to lift your hips slowly at first, picking up the pace in need for your release you know won’t be far.

Still, with your hands in his, he gently pushes your face to the side and that’s when you catch a glimpse of your reflection, whimpers leaving your lips as he looks at you through the floor length mirror that’s leaning against the wall, your bodies perfectly captured.

Your brows are furrowed and even though you could just get lost in the feeling of him meeting your thrusts you try your best not to close your eyes and catch every beautiful expression on his face, the way he still looks so fucking nerdy with his glasses on his nose.

“Look at you. That’s it. That’s my girl”, you moan at the nickname that fits like it's always been yours.

The room fills with the panting and moaning mess that is you two and soon you can feel your orgasm approaching. Your moans get more desperate by the second and that’s when he slides his hand now into your hair, pulling you closer and fogging your mind with his own moans that are barely above a whimper - he’s just as close.

You grip the pillows beneath you as you try your best to still meet his thrusts, not able to keep up the tempo, your voice trembles with the moan that leaves your body when you clench around him, coating him in more release than the tears that already dripped onto the mattress. Your thighs shake uncontrollably so he holds you close, coming right after you with his staggered breaths and moans filling the room and his hands gripping your ass to pull you impossibly closer, holding you right there.

You place gentle kisses on his chest as he keeps coming, moving to his jawline to tell him: “That’s it. Let it all out”, all while you keep clenching around him to encourage him further, taking everything he gives you to the point where you almost get overstimulated, which you truly couldn’t care less about.

You let your body falls next to his, both of you getting under the covers after catching your breaths for a minute.

“Since we’re obviously sharing the bed, does it mean I can help myself to a piece of that pizza?”

~ M

[mnovenia]

Day 10 - 6 Aug 2023

Goodmorning, started with drive thru McD, Yoora & Imo got ready and first we drop Imo to Hyundai Dept Store as she had to work. Then we're headed to church, parked and I directly headed to the main room to sit with Bella. Was quite sleepy and just follow through.. Kamcagi Bella bilang suru ikut berdiri -__- aigooo.. afterwards, we're heading to Indonesia worship where I met ci Yenny for last and Sisco + Salomo aswell.. Ada Jihoon, ada Hakman juga, and ofcourse hihii nemenin Yoora.. then we went to have lunch with Erica Onni, discussing whether the food is expensive place/not etc, tiba2 dibayarin sm Jei Appa ChangSejin huhu kamsahamnida.. Twas very nice meal, and suddenly gw ditelp orang arsitek temennya Pak Ferry (ora jelas). Minum vitamin dari hakman yg ok bgt langsung poop coy.. then buru2 gitu we're headed to Chongnyeon Yebe.. I sat next to Yoora and Salomo, twas a blessed time that I will remember forever, I was quite sad that was my last Youth Service during that summer in Korea.. Yoora ajak joget2 and finally it finished, we had to have Sun with 237 darakbang genk.. twas nice to share with Wiliam, Oz guy, The US girl, Jinny, Sungchan, etc. I went pretty fast, we said goodbye and again directly dianter Salomo ke tempat ibadah Indo because the youth members + Han Jibsanim has prepared many gifts for us.. So happy to see familiar faces again (didn't expect GH to be there and true he wasn't, hakman too). I was so happy to see Seungmin, Donghyun, Jungsoo + husb, Gukyeong (yg of course flirty and nempel2), Ire, Yeneung, Byeonghu, Zion and many more.. Bella gave another farewell message, we took picture and said byebye.. They gave me many seonmul, notes, pair of clothes, necklace+bracelete huhuuu terharu mereka pasti banyak ngumpulin uang untuk patungan..

Afterwards, rasanya capek banget but yet I have to stay strong because we have to go to Ha Ok Sun Jangronim's house.. sekenyang apapun, I was so amazed by her huge and fancy apartment (Yoora dropped us off). She was already busy preparing many foods for us, her husband also so busy talking to Bella and gave many questions. Twas very special dinner.. we had galbitang yg aku inget banget, jamur, salad, and many any things that Jangronim prep herself from the scratch.. huhuu terharu banget.. abis gt dia kupasin buah2 korea yang enak banget... she let us use her fancy bathroom and fancy toileteries.. but then I also found out how hard her husband is..

He also asked us to watched makjang drama together as it was majimak episode -___-'' ngakak lah, otak gw udah gak berfungsi sebenernya.. then I left my phone on the room, didn't touch because we're busy with answering both jangronim and jibsanim.. I mandi and pinjem gunting kuku, ngobrol2 bentar and nyobain duduk di cafe jangronim huhu.. seneng bgt dianggep ky anaknya sendiri.. trus dikasih celana and dress bekas anaknya dong, seneng banget akutu mesti koperku makin berat aahhaha

Kamchagi, I checked my phone ada message dari shannen lah tentang oppa korea bla3 1 jam lalu, but what made me most surprised is: Kakaotalk from Gwang Hui 43 menit lalu HAHAHAHAHA even now that I typed it, I'm smiling so wide 2:30 PM 23 Oct 2023, wow what a timing..

Gwanghui tanya gmn schedule aku minggu depan, karena dia libur tgl 7 & 8 (as he said early last week when I first arrived in Korea, I still remembered but I didn't think that he truly mean it and will follow up to spend time with me^^). So the fact that he did, just made me more interested in him. So we're talking and I said let's do on 8th because on 7th I will be occupied with my Singaporean friend.

(The one who loves me - J-Us, played on my background, aneh bgt ini lagu di hp jadul aku dari jaman baheula n kita ktemu lagi krn gw dnger Kyungju kmaren nyanyi Just as I am and I suka banget), Tuhan emang suka bercanda and speak to me in a very personal way hehhe..

I said my schedule was quite full gwanghuiya, so maybe let's just meet at myeongdong hotel after I shift my luggage. But he said: but nuna, who will help you? I said, it's okay I will do it myself. But he said: noona, ti-da-apa-apa (means he wanted to help me shift hotels) sigani mana.. huhuhuhu.. terharu :''') so I said: thank you Gwanghui, for you to ask me and willing to spend time with me, I'm already so thankful hehe... and then he was shy, gwaenchana noona.. I have a car to help you...

Then he said: noona mau apa? pgen makan apa? i was only thinking that we had a quick coffee time before I headed to Gangnam and meet jibsanimdeul, but he asked: what about meeting at 12PM? Lunch, watch theather... He even made a sort of presentation of what kind of food to choose (so cutee).. I of course choose the cheapest one that hopefully not burdening him..

And I said: ok I want to watch theater hehe.. then he called me with Kakao talk ahhaaha..oh my I was so nervouse.. Bella was in the room, Jangro/Jibsa went to their room already, so I hide and go to outside room to not make a noise.. sumpah ky anak remaja ngumpet2 telepon pacaran :''''''D sumpah ngakak ngetiknya pun, aduh darah aku langsung naik seperti adrenalin di pump.. abisnya kamchagi banget gwanghui telp.. yg aku inget cuma: noona, jal deurojotso? aku bilang eo, awalnya putus but now i can hear.. trus ngom apa, pake bahasa apa aku juga ga faham kok bisa nyambung and kita telp hahahihi lumayan lama.. yg aku inget dia tanya: noona mau nonton apa? thriller? romantic comedy? then I said romcom chua.. trus dia tanya noona dimana? Aku di rumah HaOkSun Jangronim.. dia bilang gpp besok pas ketemu aku jemput aja di rumahnya.. then I said engga, besok aku udah pindah hotel di sheraton sama chinggu (bolak balik lama baru dia ngerti)... trus gatau ngom apa lagi sumpah gainget tp seneng banget and I smiled all the time, gatau berapa lama ga pernah ky gitu.. and the best thing always happened when it's unexpected ya.. hixx Tuhan makasih banget ya kasih aku pengalaman yg bikin my heart flutters again ky gini dan its towards a very nice guy from church, who means of what he said and treated me special huhu.. pokoknya aku inget malem itu aku gabisa tidur, panas dingin bahagia, liat hp terus, and try to recall what's going on and think about it as something that's extra special, specially orchestrated/arranged by God Himself huhu.. Tuhan I want to have faith like the Samaritan woman, even though I don't understand fully, I believed. Like the royal guardian, who believed of what you said and promised, and apply it to my relationship with Gwanghui.. May I & him follow your step only to make Your will be done through us..

[aperrywilliams]

Don't Go to See Her (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: After the team saved Austin, the signs point that she and Spencer are romantically involved. Reader is not amused by the idea. Are her suspicions correct?

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Some curse words (maybe more than usual, I don't know). Sleeping together is mentioned but not described. Spoilers for 4x9. If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: I wrote this one based on this request. Tell me what you think!

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Founding Robert Parker's location wasn't as difficult as we thought. But we needed to be faster: the clock was ticking, and a girl's life was on the line.

Arriving at the house, we split into two groups—Morgan, Hotch, and Reid leading the first one. With Prentiss and Rossi, we stayed behind.

It was odd, though. I know Spencer doesn't like the takedowns that much, but this time he insisted on going with Morgan in the advanced group.

The commotion lasted a few seconds until Morgan assured us he had got Parker and the girl was safe. As Rossi and Prentiss entered the house to check, I saw Spencer with the girl coming out. As expected, she looked shocked but physically fine. I approached to assist them.

The poor thing was shaking and kept muttering, "I called you, I called you," which seemed strange to me, but Spencer only nodded, saying, "I know, you did very good; now you're safe."

That got my attention, but I didn't give it much thought; it could be the adrenaline of the moment affecting the girl, and Reid was just playing along.

We returned to the precinct with the unsub in custody. After Hotch interrogated him getting a full confession, we needed to finish the paperwork before going home. I couldn't help but notice Spencer wasn't there, though. What happened to him? When I saw Morgan, I asked him.

"Maybe he's with his girlfriend," he pointed, chuckling.

Spencer? Girlfriend? What did I miss?

"His what? Who?" I asked, confused.

"The girl we saved. She's a bartender. Did you know Reid charmed her the other night in the club she works? That's why she had his number and called him when she saw the unsub," Morgan recounted.

I was taken aback. I didn't know that. It made sense, though: that's why Spencer was so adamant about going first into the house. How did I not notice sooner?

"Oh. I didn't know," I mumbled.

"Yeah, it seems pretty boy got game," Morgan teased. "Do you need him for something?" He asked.

"No. Not really. Just curious. Uh - thanks, Morgan," I hastened to say before moving quickly to the precinct's kitchen.

I didn't want Derek to see me… freaking out.

Now, why should I?

Well, maybe because I have been developing a massive crush on Spencer in the past years? And maybe thinking of him with another girl was the fear I wasn't ready to face? Not yet, at least.

Okay, I know it sounds selfish, but either way, I can't bring myself to make a move on him. And I think I will never do it. That would mean ruining our friendship, and keeping Spencer as my friend is more important than this stupid crush.

It has to be.

But it didn't help that Hotch sent us to the hotel for the night, and I couldn't see Spencer in the lobby with Morgan or any team member.

He wasn't there.

Once in my room, I tried to calm down and not overthink the situation. What if they only were talking and hanging out? Maybe in a friendly manner. Nothing to worry about, right?

Or a lot to worry about.

The next morning we were all in the jet, ready to fly back home—all but Spencer.

"Where is Reid?" Hotch asked. As a cue, Spencer rushed in, mumbling apologies for being late.

He sat by my side. It wasn't uncommon for Spencer to do that. When I joined the team two years ago, I started sitting by his side. He didn't complain, and even he found in me someone who didn't bother his rambling, quite the opposite: someone who fueled his habit with delight.

What can I say? I have always felt comfortable around Spencer. We are still the youngest team members, and the flights have been more fun with us talking or just reading next to each other.

This time, Morgan and Rossi were in front of us.

"How was your night, Romeo? I didn't hear you when you came back," Morgan teased. Spencer's face flushed red as he briefly looked at me.

Oh, God. My mind ran wild, and I didn't like what I imagined. I turned my face to the window to not return my gaze to him.

"Leave the kid alone," Rossi told Morgan, maybe because he wanted to spare him the mortification of telling details of his night.

His night with the girl I was jealous of right now.

After Rossi's warning, Morgan dropped the topic and stood to get comfortable on the couch so he could sleep. David did the same but took a seat at the back of the plane. I didn't dare to look at Spencer, so I faked being asleep most of the flight. Even so, I could see from the corner of my eye how he was texting someone. From time to time, his gaze shifted to me, but I pretended not to notice.

My heart ached, but it was my fault. I shouldn't have entertained the idea of having Spencer as someone more than a friend.

For the rest of our flight, I kept my eyes closed. And when we landed, I was the first to descend from the jet to run to the car. I could hear Spencer calling my name, but I didn't turn back. I was overwhelmed, and I wanted to be at home.

It wasn't something I did on purpose, but I couldn't help it. In the following days, I paid extra attention to Spencer's behavior. He seemed happy and relaxed. He focused more on his phone during the day, and it was obvious why.

Fuck. I had lost my chance.

Son of the bitch. I bet they were dating now.

Sadness led to anger. But I knew I had no right to be angry, so I changed my attitude to distant and quiet. Spencer noticed my behavior change, and he obviously wanted to know why. So every chance he got, he asked me something, whatever came to his mind. Spencer looked extra attentive to me, worried when I hadn't eaten or drank enough water during a case. Even he brought me coffee almost every morning.

But for every gesture he made, he only got sourness from me.

The times Spencer asked me something, I gave him curt answers. The times he brought me a coffee in the morning, I usually would leave it untouched.

I know it wasn't an acceptable reaction for a grown-up woman, but I got all bitterness and couldn't help it.

"Are you okay?" He asked me in the BAU's kitchen one afternoon. I didn't even look at him.

"Yep," I replied, grabbing a mug to fill it with coffee. Spencer cleared his throat like when he was hesitant about something.

"You seem- I don't know. We haven't talked that much in the past few days; I-" Spencer stuttered. I knew he was trying to get me talking, but I didn't want it. I didn't want anything but go home a cry my eyes out.

"I guess it's because you have been busy," I muttered bitterly. But Spencer didn't hear what I said.

"What?"

"Nothing. Forget it," I said curtly, passing by him to go back to my desk.

Things between us have become even more distant since that. Spencer stopped asking me questions. The usual morning coffee ceased too. I didn't sit by his side in the jet anymore.

Now the text messages began to turn into phone calls. I could see how Spencer laughed over the phone and blushed whenever she probably said something more spicy to him. I hated perceiving all those things.

The worst part is that the team noticed it too, which was evident. For God's sake, I work surrounded by the best profilers in the country. What else could happen?

First, it was Emily who asked me if everything was okay. I lied, saying everything was just fine. Then it was Morgan telling me that he saw Spencer and me acting differently. I lied again, claiming I didn't know what he was talking about.

Even Garcia questioned me one day about my relationship with Reid.

I don't know if they believed what I told them, but at least they didn't keep asking questions.

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Fighting against your own feelings is exhausting and useless to a certain extent. As much as I tried to convince myself that it was best for Spencer to have someone that wasn't me, my inner self continued to mourn for what would never be between us.

That may be why I felt like throwing up when I heard Spencer ask Hotch for days off to go on a trip. It was worse when I saw the plane ticket on his desk: a non-stop flight to Atlanta.

That afternoon we were going through some files in the conference room. Nobody else was there. So I couldn't stop my mouth.

"You never take days off," I pointed out.

Spencer's eyes shifted from the files to meet mine, and I could see his frown. At this point, we had weeks without talking about anything but work-related stuff.

"Pardon?" He asked.

I should have relented, but my lips got life on their own. Better said: my thoughts made their way out before I could stop them.

"I saw your flight ticket. You'll go to see your girlfriend?" I asked, trying to sound like it was nothing.

Spencer's face turned red, his lips pressing tightly and jaw clenched.

"Who?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes.

"The girl from Atlanta, Spencer. Who else?" I said, as it was stupid even asking that.

"Austin," he corrected. "Her name is Austin. And no, she's not my girlfriend," he said curtly.

"Whatever," I muttered, shrugging.

Spencer looked pissed. I didn't know why exactly. I thought it was clear we assumed he had a relationship with the Atlanta girl. But I kind of understood his nuisance: I didn't talk to him in a while, and I was doing it now to show my annoyance for something I didn't have the right to.

"So what if I go? Is there a problem? I have plenty of vacation days," Spencer said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I know that. Since I have known you, you barely took a vacation," I commented. It was the truth. Spencer never takes days off.

It wasn't the important thing, though.

"So what is it (Y/N)? There is an issue for you?"

Spencer's question was the second call for me to let it go, but no.

"Not an issue for me, believe me. I mean, you can do whatever you want with your life," I said in the most deadpan tone possible. That way, I could cover my real feelings.

Spencer's gaze kept on me, barely blinking, waiting for what could come next.

I huffed in annoyance before continuing.

"But how much do you know this woman anyway? How can you be sure she is not playing with your feelings, uh?"

Because, of course, I had to phrase it like I was the concerned friend, not the way it indeed was: as the hurt and jealous girl.

Spencer seemed like he didn't expect what I said.

"What? Is that really what worries you?"

Of course not, genius. But I can't tell you that.

I kept silent, hoping I wouldn't give myself away if I said more words.

"What's wrong with you, people? Now everyone thinks the same fucking thing? First Morgan, then Penelope, and now you. You don't know her!"

Spencer Reid just cursed and yelled? That wasn't good.

I physically took a step back. Maybe I pushed too hard.

"That's because I worry - we worry about you. We don't want you to get hurt," I tried to explain. It was partially true. I would never find a girl who could fulfill all my expectations for Spencer, but even if I tried, I was sure Austin wasn't even at the bottom of the list.

"Get hurt? You don't know what you are talking about!" Spencer shrieked. It was good that the door was closed because, at this point, someone could have heard our argument.

"And you don't know her! What do you think? She surely flirts with a lot of guys! You are another check on her list!" I rebutted, trying to match his tone.

Was I being unfair? Most likely, but I was already on this line of reasoning. I hated myself for it because I should be honest with him. He is my friend, after all.

I was accusing a girl of something without reason, just founded on my bias and compromised judgment.

Spencer scoffed and shook his head.

"Last time I checked, I was a grown-up man (Y/N). I can make my own decisions, you know? And for the record, I could have expected this from anyone but you," he informed sternly. I saw the disappointment written all over his face.

Shit. I fucked it up. I hurt Spencer with my misconstrued speech of 'friend's worry.' It broke my heart to hear him talk that way. I needed to do something to fix it. I closed my eyes and sighed to collect my thoughts. He had the right to be pissed.

"Spencer, I know. I'm sorry. I - I didn't want to sound like you weren't an adult. I have never wanted to hurt or underestimate you. You are my friend," I tried to apologize, softening my voice.

"So why are you so upset? Don't think I didn't notice you've been avoiding me in the past weeks. Did I do something?"

Spencer seemed truly worried about my behavior.

"No, Spencer. You - you did not," I tried to reassure him. Looking at his hurt eyes, I told myself I couldn't lose him for a thing like this. If he feels happy with her, so be it. My role is to support him, not question that. "I - uh. I have been a little out of me recently. But it's not your fault. I guess I'm just a bit stressed after the last cases we had."

Great, keep lying (Y/N). Keep lying.

"It's that so? Are you sure there is not something else?" Spencer asked for confirmation, inspecting my features. What did those eyes mean? Like they were pleading for something that I didn't know.

I nodded regardless. "Yeah. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine," I told him with a tiny smile.

I'll be fine. Those words were mostly for me. However, Spencer believed them because that led to stopping our argument. After we hugged, he promised to have a coffee to talk.

The coffee talk never came, though. I used all my excuses to avoid having a heart-to-heart conversation with Spencer. He tried, but I wasn't ready. Maybe I will never be prepared.

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Days passed, and Spencer's trip was around the corner.

That last afternoon, he went to my desk to say goodbye. His flight was booked for the following day.

"I get going now," he announced, fidgeting with his satchel's strap. I stood to give him a tight hug.

"Have a good flight. And - uh - have fun, okay?" I mumbled after parting from our embrace and patting his chest. His lips formed a tiny smile.

"That's is what you want for me? I mean, me to have fun?" He asked shyly. I cocked my head. Was he asking for my blessing to do whatever he was thinking of doing with Austin?

"Spencer Reid. You deserve all the good things in this world. Everything that could make you happy. And if this trip is one of them, then it is what I want," I told him reassuringly.

He looked at me with that beautiful hazel eyes of his. I could have melted right there and then.

After kissing my cheek, he left the bullpen.

I stood there as if the world had just ended. Yeah, it sounds dramatic, but tell that to my poor broken heart.

Next step: rush to the bathroom to cry.

The cold tile didn't even matter. I was sitting on the floor, knees to my chest, arms around my legs. The tears ran freely. That was until I heard a knock on the door.

"(Y/N), are you there?" It was Emily.

Shit, not now, please.

"Can I come in?" She tried again. After a few minutes when I realized Emily didn't leave. I sighed in defeat and barely moved to unlock the door so she could get in.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Emily asked. Not a very assertive question. My answer could have done better.

"Ye - yeah," I sniffled, whipping my tears with the back of my hand.

"Uh - sorry, but you don't look like you are," Emily pointed. "If I have to guess, I would say something to do with Reid," she ventured.

"No. It's not like that. I mean -" I trailed off.

How could I ever explain this? Emily sat on the floor, too, by my side.

"This is about his trip to Atlanta?" I hid my head between my legs but nodded nevertheless.

"Do you think they got romantically involved, and that's why he is flying there?"

"I don't know Em. And I wish I could stop thinking about that," I muffled my words between my arms. Emily rubbed my shoulder to comfort me.

"You really like him, uh?" I tilted my head up, an embarrassed look adorning my face.

"Me? What?" Emily chuckled.

"Come on. Everybody knows (Y/N), minus Reid. Which is very unbelievable, but it's Reid. You like him. And it can be an understatement because, at this point, I would say it's more than that," she stated, now crisscrossing her legs and gazing at me for confirmation. I darted my eyes to the floor in resignation.

"Fuck. Is that obvious?" I mumbled.

"Yep," Emily pointed. "That obvious, indeed."

"But Emily. I can't. He's my friend. And I can't lose him."

That was my biggest fear, even if now I felt like I was drowning because of unrequited love.

"So you prefer to lie to him? Pretend it doesn't hurt and play the good friend card? That's not healthy. And you'll end up losing him anyway. Spencer would appreciate it if you were honest with him, and you deserve to be honest with yourself, too. He may not feel the same way, but at least you won't be hiding from your feelings. And if he's not the man for you, then you can move on without the 'what if' plaguing your mind."

I listened to her words in silence, and somehow they made all the sense in the world to me. It was just that even so, pushing myself to do something about it would be a bigger leap.

"Are you sure you didn't work as a therapist in some of your Interpol assignments?" I asked, frowning. Emily laughed.

"None of that. But I know you, and I also know Reid. Your bond, guys? It is stronger than a simple friendship. You both deserve the truth, believe me."

Maybe Emily was right. It was worse to pretend that nothing was happening. But I knew this would end up burying our friendship with Spencer.

My soul ached, but my heart was breaking from keeping my feelings to myself.

Sitting on my couch and watching TV did not help shut down my thoughts. What if I can never get over him?

Fuck it. Emily is right. He has to know.

I took my car keys and drove to his apartment. If I thought about it too much, I would surely regret it, so I just drove. It was already night, and the empty streets gave me the reassurance I needed.

Descending from my car, I noticed that my hands were sweating profusely. My head was pounding, forcing me to close my eyes to relieve some tension. I took the stairs almost on autopilot.

Now I was standing in front of his door without a clear idea of what to say—also feeling the certainty that I would be rejected.

I knocked on the door three times and waited. My mind raced to all possible scenarios.

'Calm down. You can do it.'

Spencer opened the door and saw me standing there. He seemed confused.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

He was already in his sleeping outfit. What time is it, anyway? I didn't even check my watch when I decided to come.

"Hi. Uh - sorry, I came here all of a sudden. I-"

I felt like I was going to faint at any moment. I must have looked pale because Spencer's eyes morphed from curiosity to concern.

"Hey, come in. You don't look okay. Come to sit down and tell me what's going on," he offered.

Grabbing my hand gently, he led me to his couch and made me sit.

"Do you want me to bring you a glass of water? I can find you something to eat-" I didn't let him finish.

"Don't go to see her," I blurted out. I didn't plan to say it like this. Not at all.

Spencer's frown deepened.

"What?"

"Don't go to see her before I can tell you what I have to say," I rephrased, my eyes filling with tears.

My lack of explanation led Spencer to think about what had started our argument days before.

"(Y/N), I don't understand. I thought you were okay with it. Are you going to say again that Austin is trying to take advantage of me?" He asked defensively. I shook my head, biting my lower lip.

I can't lie to him anymore. I need to tell him the truth.

"So, what is it?"

"I'm sorry. I know this will sound selfish, but I can't keep this to myself anymore-" I babbled between sobs. Spencer tried to follow my words, but I was a mess in front of him. He sat by my side on the couch, his hands on my shoulder to help me to focus.

"Hey, easy. (Y/N), you need to breathe," he instructed. I just did that. I was freaking out without explaining a word yet.

Once I felt my breathing steady, I dared to look at Spencer.

"Okay. I'll start again," I announced. Spencer nodded. "You see, I thought I would never say this to you, but I need to," I chuckled bitterly. "I - I'm not opposed to the idea of you with Austin because I'm judging her without knowing her, which is what you're thinking I'm doing. I - I'm opposed to the idea because I would have liked to be her."

Spencer's eyes widened. Did he get the message?

"What?"

"I know. It's crazy and lacks rationalism, but I have felt this for a long time. I'm so sorry I'm telling you this now. It's unfair to you. You and Austin are dating now, and I came here to say these things. I'm so sorry, Spencer."

"Wait. Are you saying you… like me?" He hesitatingly asked as if he was afraid of misunderstanding my words.

"Like you? God, I think I love you at this point," I chuckled bitterly. "I know I should have done something earlier, and now it's late, but I was afraid of losing you because of this. I was ready to be buried with this secret if that meant having you close. And I-" Spencer gently rested his hand over mine to stop my rant.

"What changed? Why are you telling me this now?" He asked, looking at me intensively. I wish I knew what he was thinking.

"I - I don't want our friendship standing over a lie. It's not fair to you, and it's not fair to me. Even if you don't want to talk to me again, I would have to live with that," I concluded, averting my gaze.

"Hey," he said softly, with his fingers on my chin, tilting my head to return my look to him. "Why I wouldn't talk to you again?"

"Because I ruined our friendship? I mean, I have been a total bitch with you in the past weeks, and now you are in a relationship with Austin. I-" Spencer didn't let me finish this time.

"Stop saying that. I'm not in any relationship with anyone. Where you got that?" He asked.

What? Wasn't it obvious?

"I - uh. That's why you're flying to Atlanta. Right? Well, maybe you two are not official yet, but there is something between you both," I concluded.

Spencer chuckled, shooking his head.

Wait, what? Why was Spencer chuckling?

"There is nothing between us. I mean, romantically speaking. We get along pretty well; we are friends. That's all."

I looked at him suspiciously. Spencer grabbed my hand and kept talking.

"Believe me. Nothing had happened and never will happen between us. And do you know why? Because I'm already in love with my best friend."

I wonder if I fully registered what he was saying. Was he in love with someone else? With his best friend? Wasn't me his best friend? Oh. Oh!

"You-?"

"Yes,” he nodded. “And not in my wildest dreams did I think you could feel anything close to that for me.”

"How come you never told me anything?" I asked, still in shock.

"I guess I can ask the same thing," he sneered. I chuckled.

"But how? I mean, are you serious? Not because I just confessed my love for you?" I questioned, suddenly feeling anxious that Spencer only felt sorry for me.

"Can I give you proof that I'm serious?" He asked me almost in a whisper, subtly flicking his gaze between my eyes and lips.

I might pass myself out at that point. But I was not going to let this moment go away, which already seemed like a dream. I barely nodded, looking at him expectantly.

He scooted closer to me on the sofa, slowly bringing his hands to each of my cheeks to cup them. Without breaking eye contact, he whispered, "I love you (Y/N). I have been in love with you for a long time.”

"I love you too, Spencer,” I said back. Spencer smiled and leaned to kiss my lips.

The kiss started with us just brushing our lips tentatively. Then it was more determined but soft and sweet, one of his hands behind my head, the other cupping my jaw. My arms around his neck.

Fucking shit, I was kissing Spencer. A kiss that took years in the making.

His lips were warm and plump. A bit chapped, but I didn't care. I would have stayed like this forever, kissing him until my own lips went numb.

Before the kiss turned more heated, we parted—a grin plastered on our faces. But suddenly, my mind brought me to reality.

"Wait. Then what about Austin?" I asked.

It couldn't be that I had imagined everything I'd seen in these last few weeks, right?

"What do you mean?" Spencer questioned, softly stroking my cheek.

"You both-? I mean, the calls? The night you spent together? This trip? Are you sure you didn't-" I trailed off. Spencer giggled, a redness covering his features. After clearing his throat, he spoke.

"Would you believe me if I told you everything you just mentioned has to do with you?"

"Whit me? I don't understand." Spencer nodded, bringing my hand to his lips to kiss my knuckles.

"You'll see. When we arrested Parker, you helped me to lead Austin to the ambulance. Once there, she was calmer and began asking me questions about work, what would happen to Parker, and other stuff. I tried to explain a bit, and that's when you came over to let me know that we were going back to the station. When you turned to the car, I stared at you for a second—enough for her to notice. ‘Uh-oh. FBI Reid has a crush,’ she told me. I don’t know how she knew, but she knew. It’s funny because I have denied that fact for years, but I couldn’t lie to her. So I tell her everything,” Spencer shrugged.

“You told a stranger you loved me?” I asked in shock.

“Sort of? That night, I spent hours with her in the same bar. But mostly, it was me, after drinking several scotches, talking about how wonderful you were and that I didn’t know what to do, that you were my friend, and I was conflicted. She gave me advice, you know? That I needed to do something. To show you I cared. The texts? They were to track my progress with you and give me more ideas to get to you.”

“The gestures. The coffee in the mornings. The snacks. You asking me about anything that could happen to me,” I recounted. Spencer nodded.

That started to make sense now.

“But you seemed upset. You barely talked to me. So I was sad and lost. I already trusted Austin with this. I couldn’t go to JJ or Emily. It was complicated. I couldn’t go to you for obvious reasons.”

“So the trip is-“

“A chance to clear my head and get used to the idea that nothing would happen between us. I was positive when you told me you wanted me to be happy. I understood that doesn’t include being with you romantically,” Spencer admitted, pouting.

“Oh, my God. Spencer. We both were so so wrong. What kind of profilers are we? I was sure you both were dating. I was sure you slept with her that night. I’m so embarrassed now,” I shrieked.

“And I thought you were worried because you didn’t want your dork friend to be tricked by a girl. Because you cared about me, but just like a friend,” he said, shoulders slumped.

This time I grabbed his hands in mine.

“I wasn’t honest with you about my feelings. But I’m not going to make the same mistake again. I promise,” I leaned in to kiss him. Spencer reciprocated right away.

“Me neither,” he whispered, pecking my lips again. “So I guess now I don’t have a flight to catch tomorrow,” Spencer pointed as he wrapped his arms around me. I looked at him.

“Why do you say that?” I asked casually. Spencer raised an eyebrow.

“Weren't you the one who came saying not to go?” I chuckled.

“I said, ‘don’t go to see her.’ But a short vacation trip to Atlanta doesn't sound like a bad idea, only if that includes me,” I suggested cockily. Spencer laughed.

“Oh yeah? And how would we make that work?”

“I have many vacation days, you know? Hotch wouldn’t say no to me,” I winked at Spencer. He looked at me mischievously.

“If that is so, then I have many plans for you on this trip,” Spencer said, leaning in to give me a passionate kiss that left me breathless and seeing stars.

After all, things were not as they seemed to be. Spencer wasn't in a relationship with the girl from Atlanta, my love wasn't unrequited, and Spencer was just as overwhelmed by his feelings as I was. Someone would say, ‘they are made for each other.’ What can I say? I totally agree with that statement.

Oh! and another important thing I need to remember: once in Atlanta, I have to visit Austin to tell her I don't hate her and that I’m kind of grateful she crossed paths with us.

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[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

One of Your Kind (Ch. 6)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10

Word count: 4.1K

Summary: the year started out amazingly, and even with some obstacles you manage to go through a beautiful valentine’s day.

Warnings: make out session, gunshot wound

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

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January 2022

Well, the year definitely did start on a good note. After you shared that beautiful kiss exactly at midnight, you stayed outside of the door watching the beautiful fireworks that were adorning that amazing night. You kept your arm around her, she leaned her head on your shoulder as both of you just stayed quiet, a huge smile plastered on your faces as Jenna took a look at the flowers. “I can’t believe you did this for me” Jenna said once the fireworks were over “I had to make up for how I treated you. My plan was to arrive at 7.30 but my plane was late, and I’m glad I still made it in time to kiss you as soon as midnight stroke” you said and smiled slightly, you weren’t the romantic kind of person, but she brought out the best part of you. “It was the best surprise I could ever receive” she said and you smiled, reaching up to cup her cheek and caress it, but then you saw her shiver “you should get back inside” you said as you brushed your hands on her shoulder to create some friction so she could feel warmer.

“I have an hotel room booked so I’ll see you in the morning” you added and she immediately looked up at you. “Come inside? You can sleep with me, we have space. Please? I would like to introduce you to my family” she said and took your hand. You smiled nervously but then nodded, you weren’t expecting to meet her family now, you barely even shared a kiss after all. Jenna smiled brightly seeing you nod and as soon as you turned around to get in the house, you found one of Jenna’s sisters staring at you two. “OH MY GOD SHUT UP” she said and jumped up and down excitedly “did you two kiss!?” The girl asked her sister, and you blushed only to see Jenna nod shyly as well. “FINALLY! Jenna has been talking about wanting to be more with you for ever. I’m Mia by the way” “(Y-Y/N), nice to meet you” the three of you then got in the house and you were expecting anything but this huge family of hers and your cheeks had turned the color of a tomato.

“Guys…” Jenna called, the Family was celebrating the happy new year, and they were all kind of dancing but as soon as they heard Jenna’s voice they all turned around and saw her holding a huge bouquet of roses and then they saw you. “This is (Y/N), she’s the girl I was telling you about” Jenna said hinting a smile, as she looked at you with heart eyes. “Hello uhm… happy new year’s” you giggled nervously “it’s good to finally meet you” you said and scratched the back of your neck, it was a nervous habit of yours. “Oh dear it’s good to finally meet you too! Jenna’s told us all about you. Actually now that I remember she has been talking about you ever since you were on set for The Fallout, it’s good to finally give a face to your name” she said and held out her hand for you to shake which you accepted. “She has huh?” You glanced back at Jenna and was surprised to see her smiling.

The night was spent amazingly and you got to know the whole family, Jenna’s nephews too and as you really loved kids you found yourself playing with them, and useless to say that Jenna only had eyes for you. Out of all people in the house, which she barely saw recently, she only had eyes for you and you couldn’t believe that out of all the people she knew, she fell for you, she fell for you and you fell for her. You fell for her after swearing you wouldn’t fall for anyone else but it was hard, when the person wanting to win your heart was Jenna and she won your heart the moment you laid your eyes on her. She has always been the most perfect human being and you couldn’t be happier that she loved you for who you were.

You were incredibly tired, having been awake for more that 24 hours and your eyelids started drooping the moment they started playing table games. As much as you wanted to join them, you couldn’t help but yawn every two seconds and lucky for you, Jenna’s mother noticed that “I think you should go to sleep. (Y/N) you have been up for a while, you don’t have to stay up if you don’t feel like it” she said and put a gentle hand on your shoulder. You nodded and Jenna came over “come on let’s go sleep” Jenna said and took your hand, taking you upstairs to her room and as soon as the door to her room closed behind you, you remembered, “shit I don’t have my pajama” you said “It was a last minutes decision, I really forgot to make a suitcase” you laughed at yourself, but lucky for you Jenna had you covered. “Just take one of my shirts and pants” she giggled and you went to her closets to grab something comfy.

As you were searching, Jenna had already put on her pajama and got in bed. It didn’t take you much to do the same and slide under the covers next to her. Both of you were lucky enough that she had a king sized bed but it didn’t matter, because the two of you had moved in close to each other. You laid down on your back though your head was turned to look at her, and Jenna was holding herself up on her elbow, her other hand found place on your hip and she pulled you in closer, making you slightly blush. You weren’t used to this, your ex didn’t treat you like this. As soon as you touched the bed it was immediate sex, there weren’t cuddles, there wasn’t aftercare… and just now you were experiencing what love actually felt like, and you couldn’t help the question that came up. “Why me?” You asked her and she looked ay you confused, as she used the thumb of the hand that was placed on your hip to gently caress you. “What do you mean?”

“Out of all the people you know, out of all the actors.. why me?” The question had Jenna smiling “because, my dear…” Jenna started, her hand moving up your side and then your cheek, shivering under her touch “out of all the actors, the crew, my friends… you’re the only one that has captured my heart” she said and you blushed, covering your face with one hand. “There are a lot of directors… a lot of girls around here but… you’re one of your kind. You’re my type of girl… I mean, Italian girls are known to be the hottest so…” you blushed even more and giggled, biting your own lip to suppress the nervous laughter “stop it” you said and looked right in her eyes and she only smiled more “never” she whispered and leaned down to kiss you again, hand caressing your cheek and you reciprocated the kiss, your hand moving to the back of her head to bring her closer, and she happily obliged.

At some point Jenna climbed on top of you, knees on each of your sides as her left hand took a hold of your other cheek while her right hand slowly went back to its place on your hip. This was turning into a very hot make out session and honestly you were all in. Then she moved her lips, kissing your jaw, then your ear and then she started placing soft kisses on your neck “Jen…” you whispered, and she caressed your cheek again, for good measure. “Shh….” She said and sucked on your neck, sure to leave a mark on your pulse point… useless to say that she found the most sensitive spot on your neck already when she heard your breath falter. The hand that was on your hip slid under your shirt and you gasped feeling her cold hand on your hot skin, the hand slowly going up to your bra, but you suddenly felt scared. “No, Jen wait” you said and moved back, sitting up as Jenna climbed off of you, looking at you confused. “I’m… not ready for that yet” you said, looking at her with guilt in your eyes. You wanted that, you did, but you weren’t ready.

She looked at you confused, but eventually she realized why you weren’t ready. “Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry (Y/N), I’m so sorry” she said and hugged you. You were still traumatized from what your ex did to you and even if you did trust Jenna, it was still gonna take some time. “It’s okay Jen really, you couldn’t have known” you reassured her. Soon enough she pulled back and caressed your cheek “are you sure?” You nodded and leaned in for the touch “yes I’m sure” you kissed the palm of her hand “let’s just get some sleep yeah?” You smiled and she did the same, you laid down and spooned her, kissing her cheek and whispering “good night Jen”

Three days after you had to go back on set with her. Jenna had expected paparazzi at the airport and that’s exactly what happened. As soon as the two of you got out of the car Jenna was immediately surrounded, luckily they were too focused on her to notice you and on one hand you were glad. You didn’t know if Jenna wanted to make the relationship public, but you definitely didn’t want Jenna’s name to be put under a bad light because of you. You were scared for her reputation. Jenna had her bodyguards and she was making her way through the airport, easily making her way ignoring the paparazzi and you stayed behind and slightly away from the crowd. You were feeling slightly overwhelmed, but luckily it soon ended when you and her reached the gate and you took a deep sigh. “How do you do this every time?” You asked her and looked around, she shrugged a little “I’m used to it by now”

as you boarded the private jet you spoke again. “Must be nice on one hand though. People appreciate your work, they love you” Jenna immediately caught your hint, and took your hand in hers “hey… after Wednesday’s out you’ll get the positive recognition you deserve… I promise you” she said and you nodded, giving her a small smile. Luckily there weren’t paparazzi in Romania so you weren’t stressed out. It had been a long, tiring flight after all and both of you were exhausted, but the next morning Jenna had to film and you had to work so you said your goodnights to each other and went to sleep.

The next morning when you went on set you had to film the dance scene, and you knew that Jenna had been stressing herself a lot over it, she wanted to do it perfectly. As soon as you arrived on set though, she looked… different. She waved at you with a small, weak smile as you walked closer to her. She was already in her dress for the dance and she looked gorgeous, you wanted nothing more than to take her and kiss her, but you couldn’t. “Are you okay? You look… pale” you said and she glared at you. “I’m not feeling really well. I feel weak, my throat aches and I can barely breathe” you put a hand on her forehead and sighed. “You’re warm. Did you take the covid test?” She nodded and looked at you, “I did, I’m waiting for the result. But they still wanted me to film so here I am” she shrugged and you sighed, she was already overworking herself over this dance scene and now that she was sick, it was even worst.

The scene was filmed smoothly, Jenna performing at her best even when she was sick but you were worried. If it was covid you were even more worried, not for yourself, you didn’t give a damn about it. Right now you needed Jenna to be okay and if it was Covid, it could be dangerous. The scene was shot perfectly in one take and you were glad, because Jenna didn’t look like she could handle much more. As soon as Cut was called you walked over. “Are you okay?” You asked her, seeing she was even paler than earlier and she was sweaty. “I’m fine-“ she said, but she didn’t finish her sentence that her legs gave up beneath her and she fell in your arms, she was lucky you caught her “you’re definitely not fine” you said and held her up, she didn’t pass out and was still conscious “I’m taking you to your trailer” you said and eventually everyone did hear you. “You’re not taking her anywhere, she needs to film-“ one of the crew member said and you shot him a glare. “She’s sick! She can barely hold herself up, how do you expect her to film like this?” You basically shouted and he grinned.

“Don’t you think we all went to work sick at one point of our lives? If we can do that then she can too.” That’s what got you really angry. “Apparently your conditions weren’t as bad as hers. For all we know, it could be covid. Do you want to be that sick too? Or even worst? It doesn’t take much really, just take your fucking mask off” you said angrily and you saw as the guy got visibly upset. “You’ll watch your words with me, or-“ “or what? You’ll tell the director?” You smirked. “I’m your director. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m taking Jenna to her trailer to have some rest” you said and with the help of the other actors you had Jenna climb on your back so you could take her to her trailer. By the time you got there, Jenna was burning hot and you laid her on her bed as you looked at her with worried eyes, she looked distressed and you just wanted fo give her some sort of relief but now you just unzipped her dress and helped her take it off, she had a black shirt and pants under it and you decided to leave that on. It was some light clothing but it would work.

“You should leave… you don’t want to get sick too” Jenna said and you shook your head “Jen we kissed multiple times yesterday, if anything I’m already sick. I might as well never test positive but I don’t care I’m not leaving you alone like this” you said and pulled the covers up, going to grab a cloth and wet it with some cool water as you then put it on her forehead. You still had your mask on for safety measures, but that didn’t stop you from being close to her. “Just try and get some sleep okay? I’ll be here if you need anything. I’m not leaving” you reassured her as you laid next to her on top of the covers. She did get some sleep and whenever she had nightmares you would be there to calm her down, and it went like this for a whole week. She did test positive for Covid but you always tested negative and always went to work, always making some time for her: you took her soups, medicines and what not and she couldn’t be more in love with you, on the other hand you couldn’t wait till she was better so you could kiss her.

The occasion came soon enough, when a week later after she tested positive you went to her trailer to bring her the medicines she was supposed to take but as soon as you knocked and she opened the door, she pulled you inside and then slammed you against the door once she had closed it. She looked at you for permission before she could kiss you. She knew your boundaries and didn’t want to go further than a simple make out session, but still she always asked for permission. “Did you test Negative?” You asked her. Her face definitely had more color, she looked rested so that was an immediate yes, but she confirmed it even more when she nodded. You smiled brightly from under the mask and took it off, Jenna immediately leaned in to kiss you passionately and you wrapped your arms around her neck, your hand through her hair to keep her close to you and her hands took place on your hips, before picking you up, she was small but she surely had strength. You wrapped your legs around her waist and giggled slightly.

The heavy make out session soon turned into neck kisses from Jenna, she loved to suck on your pulse point and leave marks right under your ear knowing it was the most sensitive spot and she loved to hear your small whimpers when she did so, and she continued doing so until both of you went to sleep. You didn’t notice the marks on your neck until next morning. “Looks like someone had fun last night” Emma teased, and you looked at her confused, she took out her phone so you could see yourself in the reflex and when you did you noticed the marks on your neck. “Crap-“ you said and tried to find a way to cover it, luckily you had a scarf. “So-“ you interrupted her before she could start again “we didn’t do anything! It was just… a make out session.. a very hot one, perhaps” you whispered the last part of it and watched how Emma jumped around excitedly, with you blushing.

February 2022

Valentine’s day was close by and everyone on set was making such a big deal out of it. You definitely were going to do something with Jenna or at least for her, given the fact that it was a day like any other and she had to be on set but you knew what you were gonna get her. A diamond necklace, and you were sure that with that you’d win her heart even more than you already have. You went to a jewelry there in Romania and found the perfect necklace. It had a heart shaped diamond pendant and you knew that she’d definitely love it and wear it every day. Happy with your choice you got out of the jewelry, but you never expected what was to come in front of you. A guy pointing a gun at you, you raised your arms in fear as you gulped “hey, put the gun down” he mumbled something in Romanian which you didn’t understand, but you tried to step away.

He got visibly angrier and shouted “okay okay I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t shoot” apparently he didn’t understand because he shot anyway and caught your stomach, though it was more on your left side. The impact left you breathless, and as you tried to stand still the guy took anything of value you had, the necklace you had gotten Jenna too, and then left. Luckily your pain tolerance was high, and you managed to not pass out. In the mean time people inside the jewelry and other shops had heard everything, and seeing you bleeding they called an ambulance. You fought so hard to stay conscious and you managed for a while until the ambulance arriver. When they did you passed out. However the situation wasn’t too critical, the bullet hadn’t hit anything important and there was an exit wound, so they just had to patch you up.

When you woke up you decided that it was finally time to call Jenna, you knew she’d be worried as hell but you had to tell her. “(Y/N) where are you? You’ve been gone all morning!” She said and you smiled just hearing her voice. “Hey Jen, don’t get too worried, I’m at the hospital” you said and you knew, even if you couldn’t see her, that she had froze. Her silence confirmed it for you. “W-what? What happened?” She said and you heard the jingling of her keys. “I’ll tell you when you get here, I don’t want to make you too worried-“ she hung up the call, and you knew she was coming there and in less then 15 minutes she was rushing in your room. You were alert, in a little bit of pain but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t bare. She rushed inside looking so worried and you nearly laughed “what the hell happened?” She said and sat down on the chair next to your bed “calm down, I’m fine” you could see the tears in her eyes. “I’m fine really” you reassured and squeezed her hand softly.

“Tell me what happened” she said again and you nodded “I had gone to town to get a valentine’s present for you and when I got out of the shop a dude with a gun was threatening me… I tried to tell him that I’d give him whatever he wanted but he didn’t understand me, he shot me and took everything I had, gift included” you said and she looked even more worried as she squeezed your hand “he s-shot you? Are you hurt? Are you in any pain?” She tempested you with questions and you smiled, seeing her worry like this made you feel kind of special. “I’m fine Jen seriously. The bullet didn’t hit anything important, I had an exit wound so the doctors just had to patch me up” you showed her the bandaid and she sighed of relief, gently tracing the outline of your bandage as a couple tears left her eyes, out of relief as you brought a hand up to caress her cheek and wipe the tears “I’m fine, don’t cry please” you said and she looked up at you, before leaning closer to hug you tightly.

You got discharged pretty soon a couple days after on Valentines’s day, but you had to stay home and not overwork yourself, but you had to go buy the necklace again. The dude owning the jewelry recognized you and given what you went through, he didn’t let you pay for the necklace and gifted it to you, and you couldn’t be more grateful. You still gave the guy some money for his kindness. Jenna didn’t know that you would be discharged today, but you planned on buying her favorite flowers and get on set when you knew she would be finishing filming. You stayed outside of her trailer, sitting on the stairs as to not stress your body. Jenna soon arrived and saw you sitting on the stairs, You were hiding the flowers and the gift behind you. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” She asked with a small smile, and you pouted jokingly. “What you don’t want me here?” You giggled and you stood up, holding out the flowers and the gift “I got discharged today, and it’s Valentine’s Day so…” you shrugged and she took the gift, she looked surprised, she was definitely expecting anything but a jewel.

“Come on let’s get inside” she said smiling as she took your hand, helping you with the stairs of her trailer as she guessed you were still in some pain, and she was right because you did grunt once but she was there to help you and you sat on her couch as she opened the gift, and when she saw the diamond heart pendant her jaw dropped “(Y/N) this is- this is amazing” she looked at you with heart eyes, she looked like she was about to cry “do you need me to help you put it on?” You asked and saw how she nodded eagerly at your question. She sat down on the couch in front of you and you moved her hair out of the way, putting the necklace on and then kissing the back of her neck, which made her both shiver and giggle “now I feel guilty though… I only got you a box of chocolates” she really did feel guilty and you saw it in her eyes when she turned around to look at you “you don’t have to feel guilty… I love chocolate. I just wanted you to feel special… which is why I’m going to ask you this… I know it is basically confirmed now but…”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

A/N: welllll this chapter was interesting to write, but not as interesting as last one. Next one will have some angst and a nee character will be introduced👀 hope you like this one for now!

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[yup-thats-me]

Meant to be || Johnny Depp x model!reader

a/n: Hola! So, I had this idea for a little while and wanted to write it. Hope you enjoy!! :D

pairing: Johnny Depp x model!reader

summary: when model!reader is sad that Johnny can't come to her show at the Carrousel du Louvre, her gang and Johnny has a way to cheer her up

warning: kind of seperation anxiety? Nothing serious. Insecurities, big fluffy ball gowns, cameras, and fluffy :))

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"You sure, Johnny you can't come?" Y/n asked softly, her eyes glistening.

"You know I would have of I could have, my love", Johnny whispered. "I wish I could hug you," he said.

Y/n and Johnny were miles apart right now. Y/n had come to France for the Paris fashion show that will be held in Carrousel du Louvre, tomorrow. Although she was accompanied by her friends Kendall, Bella and Gigi for the trip, but Johnny wasn't here to hold Y/n. Calm her when she'd get her nerves, tell her that she'll do great at the runway. Johnny had to stay back at LA, he had some scenes to shoot.

"I miss you," Y/n smiled weakly. "I do too, baby," Johnny replied, staring lovingly at his beloved girlfriend. "Go to sleep now, love. You need your rest. I'll call you tomorrow," Johnny continued before pausing a bit, and blew a kiss to Y/n who acted as if she caught it.

Giggling, Y/n hung up. Placing the phone on the nightstand, she pulled the sheets over her to let her tiredness take over her body and send her to a deep slumber. Y/n was woken by her phone buzzing from beside her bed. Stopping the alarm, she sat up on the bed, staring at nothing. There was a violent knock on her hotel room door. She rolled her eyes. She knew exactly who that was.

"Waiit you guys. I'm coming!" She shouted at the door. Opening the door, she was greeted with the smiling faces of Bella, Kendall and Gigi. They giggled as Y/n stood aside to let them in the room.

"Mornin' sleepyhead," Kendall smiled ruffling Y/n's hair. "Mornin' to you too."

"So. Excited for today?" Bella asked from her seat in one of the chairs. Y/n shook her head and sighed. "Yeah..." She drifted off. The girls got the sign and all went in for a group hug. They knew that Johnny was there for all of her shoes, to cheer her. But he wasn't now.

"Aww. C'mon babe! You'll see Johnny in two days!" Gigi tried to cheer her friend. "Yeah. In two days," Y/n sighed heavily.

"Well, you better get ready. We had a call. They're waiting for us at the venue," Kendall said. After chatting for a minute, the girls left the room to let Y/n get dressed. Meanwhile, they had something else to work on.

The fans outside the black limo were screaming the model's names as they walked towards the Carrousel du Louvre.

Y/n's balck sunglases shields her eyes as she grabs hold on Kendall's hand for support even when the body gaurds tried to push the screaming fans away from the models. Y/n was startled by the screams of her name. Walking as fast as they could, the girls finally arrived inside the auditorium. People were rushing from across the big hall, where the seats for the guests were placed, the make-up artists running around, the cameras and lights set in their positions.

"Hello, ladies. Come, hurry", the manager of the event, Mr. Fernandez, welcomed the girls and rushed them to the backstage.

The backstage was hustling and bustling with people. Models, costume designers, make-up artists, the photographer's, all doing their job to make the event perfect.

Y/n saw a chair with her name in the back of it, and nodded her head towards the others, telling them she'll go to her seat. The girls nodded and smiled in response.

"Hello, Ms. Y/n. I'm Lucy and I'll be your make-up artist today", a cheerful lady said as Y/n took her seat on the chair. Y/n smiled at Lucy politely.

Placing her phone on the dresser in front of her, Y/n looked at her reflection. Lucy stared at Y/n. She could see a hint of sadness in those pretty (e/c) eyes of her's. Thought she didn't wanted to seem nosy, so she let that slide.

Lucy started at Y/n's face. Applying the primer all over her face, she put some foundation, highlighter, blush. Y/n was done for her face and looked absolutely amazing in the nude makeup look (a/n : I'm sorry I don't know a lot about make-up 😖 and as always, change the look and the colour too if you don't like it:))

While Lucy was doing her hair, she saw Y/n looked gloomy. "You can go through your phone ma'am" Lucy suggested.

"Okay," Y/n smiled.

She the began at her hair. Lucy put some hair spray, combed through the (h/c) hair, played with the strands and th final product was a beautiful updo which Y/n had to admit, was very impressed with.

As Lucy was working on ber hair, Y/n was on Instagram scrolling through, when a particular post caught her eyes.

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@et!news✓ Am I seeing this right or is it Mr. Johnny Depp with a bouquet in his hands? Who could that be for? We have news that super model Ms. Y/n L/n, Johnny's supposed girlfriend, is in Paris for the France Fashion Week, along with Kendall Jenner, Bella and Gigi Hadid. If Y/n's not here, who is the bouquet for? 🤔 Follow for more!!

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user79 can't you mind your own business,lady?

y/nfan STOP MEDDLING WITH THEIR PRIVATE LIFE!

user89 GIVE THEM SOME PRIVACY! THEY'RE ALSO PEOPLE FOR GOD'S SAKE!

fan83 you have no buisness with whoever that bouquet might be for 🙄

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The post made Y/n a bit sad. Sure she didn't think Johnny was cheating on her, she could never. She trusts him with her life. What made her sad was, Johnny seemed genuinely happy in that picture but yesterday, he looked as sad as her. Not that he can't be happy without her presence, but with Johnny not there, her insecurities were catching up on her.

"We're done, ma'am", Lucy exclaimed. "I'll be back in a minute with your dress," she continued.

Y/n nodded her head. Looking back at the phone, she called Johnny. His phone seemed to rang before the beep for voicemail sounded. 'Hi, this is Johnny Depp. Can't pick the phone right now. Lleave a message!'

"Hey, John-John. It's me Y/n. The show will start in a hour and half. Wish you were here. Anyway. Call me me when you can. Bye!" Y/n said softly.

As promised, Lucy came back within a few minutes with a massive bag in her hand. She also had a helper to carry the bag. Seeing that, Y/n's eyes were blown wide. 'Does that contain my dress?' she wondered.

"Here, ma'am. Your dress," Lucy stated opening the zipper of the bag. The helper also helped her take out the dress.

When the dress was presented in front of Y/n, she was speechless. The dress was from Dior (a/n or any company you like:)) It was black bodice tulle dress.

"Oh my god", Y/n gasped grazing her palm on the dress. She was quickly taken to the dressing room where Lucy helped her get in the dress.

When she came out the dressing room, Kendall, Gigi and Bella were standing outside for her to come out.

"How do I look?" Y/n asked nervously. "Babyyyyy, you look stunning!" Kendall complimented, the others nodding their head in agreement.

Y/n saw that the girls had a mischevious grin on their faces. She had been friends with them long enough to say what caused that kind of smile. She knew this smile was one for mischief.

"I know that look, you three. Tell me what's on," Y/n exclaimed crossing her arms over her chest. "What? Can't we just admire our beautiful friend?" Bella smirked.

"Oh. I know you guys for a long time now. I can tell something's up," Y/n reasoned. "Pufffff! It's nothing. C'mon let's take some pictures", Gigi suggested, grabbing Y/n's hand taking the group to a secluded corner.

"You guys look awesome!" Y/n complimented her friends. They smiled in return. Y/n knew something was up but she let that slide for now.

After taking a dozen pictures on each of their phone, there was an announcement made. "My fellow ladies and gentlemen. The show will start in 25 minutes. I hope we all have a good time," the event manager, Mr. Fernandez announced.

The girls looked at eachother and started to walk to the main room. They sat and chatted. The costume designers also came once in a while to put the finishing touches to make sure everything was in place.

The show began within the next twenty minutes. "Hello, Ms. Gigi, Kendall, Bella and Y/n. You are called to by Mr. Fernandez. He's waiting for you. Follow me", a guy said coming into the room.

The girls got up and followed the guy. They were met with Mr. Fernandez. "We'll. Don't you all look gorgeous?" He smiled.

The girls smiled in turn. The que was set. There were a few models before them. Then Bella will go, then Gigi, Kendall and at last but not the least, Y/n. After Mr. Fernandez told them the arrangement, Y/n saw Kendall whisper something in his ear. Mr. Fernandez perked up with bright smile. The other two girls were giggling beside Y/n.

"Can someone tell me, what's going on?" Y/n questioned frustrated.

"There's nothing to worry about, miss L/n" Mr. Fernandez reassured her and left.

The models all stood in their assigned places, Kendall behind Y/n. The music began and the models started to walk out to the stage. Y/n could hear the cameras flashing. That also didn't quite helped her with her anxiety. She still wondered if Johnny had called back or not.

When Bella walked out, she was brought back to her senses. They walked the runway as gracefully as ever.

As Gigi started her iconic walk, Y/n put on her super model face. When Gigi made her u-turn, she came on to the stage. The skirt of her black gown moving with each of her step. She walked the runway perfectly.

But, she can to a halt when she reached to end of the runway. There, sat Johnny, her Johnny with a big smile on his lips and the bouquet in his hands. He smiled at her. She stood there frozen, then she heard Mr. Fernandez announce again. "Surprise, Ms. Y/n!" He called out cheerfully.

Kendall came running to Y/n, to tell her something. "You can go to him", Kendall smiled brightly. "Seriously?" Y/n asked unbelievably. "Yeah. Go ahead!" Kendall said smiling.

Y/n broke all her model-etiquettes and sprinted full force towards Johnny who had already stood up from his seat, and had walked on the runway himself.

Y/n's dress flowed graciously behind her as she ran for her long-waited embrace from her lover. She was pulled by Johnny for the biggest hug. Y/n was sniffling as she held on to Johnny, relieved to see him.

Johnny had also waited for their reunion for three weeks now. He couldn't help Kendall, Gigi and Bella enough for this. "I missed you so much!' y/n cried. "Sh. Sh. I'm here. I missed you too babygirl", Johnny calmed her.

After staying in that position for a few minutes, they parted. Johnny grabbed Y/n's face and kissed her passionately. He didn't cared that a million of people were watching them. He just was relieved to hold his love in his arms again.

Y/n was so lost in the moment that she couldn't even hear the audience cheering them on. People were clapping, shouting, whistling. They were also very happy to see them together.

Y/n came to her senses again. She turned around and looked at Kendall who was smiling at her. Then an idea sparked her head. "Johnny? Why don't you walk the runway with me?" She suggested.

Johnny hesitated for a moment before grabbing Y/n by the waist and walked along with her. There were cheers heard all around the hall. Kendall, Gigi and Bella were evidently jumping with excitement.

"EVERYBODY. GIVE IT UP FOR JOHNNY CHRISTOPHER DEPP!" Mr. Fernandez said through the microphone.

The music began once again, and the show continued. Even when Johnny walked the runway with Y/n, he was offered to stay and walk for the rest of the evening. Johnny gladly accepted the offer. The costume designers all hurried and found a number of dresses for Johnny to wear, which miraculously, thought Y/n, fit him perfectly. And, Johnny didn't need any extra makeup. He was as handsome as ever.

~time skip~

"You know Johnny, the last two weeks Y/n was all gloomy and sad. But now that you're here, you can see she's literally on cloud nine", Bella said eating a lettuce from her plate.

Johnny squeezed y/n's shoulders in a possesive manner and chuckled. Y/n, Johnny, Kendall, Bella and Gigi were out for dinner after the show. They were all chatting, catching up on each other's lives. Y/n was telling Johnny of how she spend her two long weeks by calling each other, facetime, scrolling through Instagram and all.

"But, you said you can't come today," Y/n whined.

Johnny looked at the three girls before him. They gave him a knowing look. Y/n saw them having conversations with their eyes, she gasped.

"I may have to thank the ladies for out little reunion, baby", Johnny smirked.

"Don't you tell me these three had planned this all along!" Y/n looked offended.

Bella stopped her eating and turned to look at Gigi. Gigi then proceeded to nudge Kendall, signalling her to speak up. "Actually we did..." Kendall drifted.

"We had set it up from the beginning. We also were able to convince Mr. Fernandez to let you do what you did on the runway," Gigi explained. Y/n's eyes were blown wide with surprise.

"And we also may have requested the designers from Dior to arrange some of their new clothing for Johnny so that he could walk the runway," Bella continued.

"Y-you three! How were you able to do that?" Y/n demanded shocked.

"You know, we all can take advantages of being celebrities!" Kendall giggled.

Y/n gave out a small giggle before smacking Johnny's chest playfully. "And you didn't even think to tell me about all this," she said.

Johnny placed a kiss on Y/n's forehead. "I couldn't possibly ruin the surprise for my beloved now, can I my baby?" He smirked.

There were aw's all across the table as the models watched Y/n melt in Johnny's strong hands. They were meant for each other.

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Home Sweet Home

Summary: You’re on The Stadium Tour with Nikki and the Crüe, the first tour since the birth of your daughter, Maci. When she gets sick you miss out on one of the shows, the first since the tour began. As soon as the show ends, Nikki’s on his way Home Sweet Home.

current!Nikki Sixx x YN

warnings: none, it’s fluffy af

a/n: i just...i just love dad!Nikki so freaking much.

June 28, 2022

The final chords of Kickstart My Heart played through the speakers of the Bank of America stadium in Charlotte, North Carolina. Before Nikki knew it the crowd was screaming and clapping as the last song of their setlist ended and he got swooped into a final bow with the Crüe and the Nasty Habits. Normally, Nikki was all into his shows, making sure to give them his all. Tonight he just wasn’t as into the show, he didn’t interact as much, his brain was all over the place, and the reason? You and Maci weren’t there. 

Nikki kept glancing to the side of the stage all night, expecting to see the two of you dancing and singing along to his songs, but he knew it wouldn’t happen. Your three year old Maci had come down with a stomach bug an hour before the show started and she couldn’t keep anything down. You made the decision to take her back to the hotel to try and let her get some sleep before the three of you traveled to Nashville the next day, hoping some crackers and water would help settle her stomach. The group took their last bow and exited the stage, everyone moving in a hurry to get Mötley’s stuff cleared so Def Leppard could take their place.

Nikki swore he couldn’t remember the last time he’d moved that fast, he almost ran into Brittany on the way to his dressing room.

“Woooooah, Sixx. Slow your roll!” Brittany gasped after almost being bulldozed after rounding the corner at the same time as the bassist. When she saw the far off look in his eyes she knew that he wasn’t paying any attention to her. She reached her hand out to touch his forearm, finally getting Nikki’s attention.

“Sorry, Britt. I gotta go, I need to see...” Nikki started before he was interrupted by Brittany speaking softly, “I know, you gotta go see your girls, I get it. Tommy will be done with his stuff pretty soon, you can catch a ride with us. Last I heard from Y/N she was getting Maci’s teeth brushed so she could lay down.”

Just the mention of your names brought Nikki’s stress down. Brittany knew what she was doing trying to relieve some of Nikki’s stress and making sure that he got back to his girls as quickly and safely as possible. Nikki nodded his head at Brittany and walked back to his dressing room to gather the things he needed to take back to the hotel, the rest would be packed by the roadies and sent to the next venue. After changing into the clothes he came to the show in and wiping the sweat from his face with a towel, he was almost ready when Tommy knocked on the door, alerting Nikki to his arrival.

“Alright, bassist. Let’s go see your girls,” the drummer said, a small sympathetic smile on his lips. Tommy knew how hard it was for Nikki to not have his family there supporting him and he knew that the man had been chomping at the bit to go back to the hotel the second Y/N left. “Hey man, luckily we weren’t on too late tonight, you’ll still have time to spend with Y/N. And maybe Maci hasn’t gone to sleep yet, she’s stayed up later than this the last couple of weeks,” Tommy reassured him, slinging an arm around Nikki’s shoulders as the group walked to their awaiting driver.

Luckily, it was a quick drive to the hotel. Once they got off the elevator, Nikki said a quick thanks to Tommy and Brittany and headed to your suite. Upon opening the suite door, Nikki noticed all the lights, except the one near the coffee maker, were off. He could see what looked like blue light from a television peaking through the crack in the bedroom door. As he walked towards the bedroom door he saw a pair of tiny, pink converse by the couch, a matching adult pair sat next to them. Maci’s toys, the few you had let her take off the bus, were strewn around the room, and a sleeve of crackers, one with tiny bite marks, sat opened on the coffee table. Nikki decided to pick up the stuff and put them away, less work for you in the morning. And as he moved your shoes to a more out of the way location, he heard your voice coming from the bedroom. Specifically, your voice singing a tune he knew very well.

My heart’s like an open book

For the whole world to read

Sometime nothing, keeps me together at the seams

Nikki crept towards the bedroom door, you must not have noticed because there you were laying in the bed with Maci asleep in your lap, your hand rubbing soothing circles on her back as you lightly crooned your husband’s lyrics to your daughter.

I’m on my way

I’m on my way

Home Sweet Home

“One of these days I’m going to tell Vince I’ve been married to his future replacement for the last eight years,” Nikki whispered loud enough for you to hear, your head whipping around at the sound of his voice. A small smile graced your lips upon seeing your husband. Nikki approached you, making sure to walk as lightly as possible, and gave you a kiss that you leaned into with ease. “How’s she doing?” he asked against your lips, his eyes softening as they darted to Maci’s sleeping figure still situated across your lap.

“She woke up about forty five minutes ago, got sick again. So we turned on some Bluey to just have something on in the background while she went to sleep. That didn’t work, but the second I started singing Home Sweet Home? She was dozing so fast, you know it’s her favorite bedtime song.” you answered softly, making sure not to wake up your toddler.

Nikki huffed out a soft laugh before questioning, “how many times have you sang the damn thing?”

“I want to say this was the fifth time through,” you giggled in response, causing the bassist to use his hand to cover his mouth before he laughed too loud and woke up Maci. “How did the show go, baby?” you questioned, beginning to slowly adjust Maci’s body so that Nikki would have room in the king size bed after his shower, who knew three year olds took up so much space!

“It was good. The fans were great and the atmosphere was electric, sweets. But all I kept thinking about were you and Maci, Britt had to slow me down after the show, I was running on autopilot trying to get back as soon as I could!”

“Well, remind me to thank her for that. I’d rather you get back to us safe, sweetheart,” you mumbled lightly as you saw Maci’s chest rise with a deep breath as she rolled over in her sleep, “now, I need my wonderfully talented, handsome husband to go take a shower. You stink, Sixx,” you added with a teasing tone and a wrinkle of your nose.

Nikki rolled his eyes as he began taking his shirt off and grabbing a pair of sleep pants before walking towards the bathroom, not missing the low whistle you made at the sight of your husband’s tattooed back. Before closing the bathroom door, Nikki poked his head out and whispered, “you better not be asleep when I’m done, mama.”

“No promises, daddy,” you responded with a wink.

A nice hot shower was just what Nikki needed after the long day and exhausting show. He exited the bathroom, toweling off the ends of his hair and what he saw made him pause.

You were right not to make any promises. Because there you were, fast asleep next to your little girl. Nikki swore his body was performing its own reenactment of that scene in The Grinch when his heart grew three times larger. The sight of you with Maci almost always brought tears to his eyes. When you delivered her and told him that you had finally thought of her middle name and that her full name would be Maci Nicole Sixx, the man broke down in tears next to your hospital bed. You had joked, “who knew Nikki Sixx was such a softie.” Nikki peeled the cover back to slip in and wrap his girls up in his arms. He knew he made it to his Home Sweet Home. 

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All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, hella angst, JJ being an extreme asshole

A/N: you guys are truly amazing. thank you so much for the countless amount of love & support for my last works, i love you! 

p.s, my request box is always open! go ahead and drop any ideas bae

“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay?”

(Y/N) emitted a laugh, her eyes focusing on the road, but her mind was somewhere else. She cleared her throat, “Um, I don’t think so.”

“Want to talk about it?” he said, and she noticed the grogginess behind his voice. She felt bad now, knowing that she had woken him up, but she was desperate for someone.

She couldn’t go to the pogues; her only friends, not when they knew. They knew all along about Kie and JJ but they didn’t try to talk to her. She thought about Pope, how he had looked so nervous around her since a month ago and how she had thought of it as nothing more than anxiety for his new upcoming scholarship application.

(Y/N) groaned, tightening her fingers around the steering wheel. Why had she been so naive? Why couldn’t she realize the signs sooner?

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked, suddenly jolting up from his bed when he realized how quiet she has gotten. Ever since they got close 4 years ago, there was never a long silence between them as (Y/N) always has a random topic to discuss about. He would tell her that he doesn’t care, but he truly likes the new information she’ll give him.

Like how the word ‘who’ is the oldest English word in the world. 

“Like, the owl?” he asked, scrunching his face. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, licking the slowly melting ice cream, and Rafe had a sudden thought of stealing her snack.

“No. God, you’re stupid. It’s who.”

“Yeah, the owl,” he grunted, thinking hard. (Y/N) looked at him with her bored eyes again, and Rafe took a quick glance at the dripping ice cream.

“No, Rafe, that’s woo. I’m talking about who.”

“You should write it.”

Rafe watched as she used her pointer to write the word ‘who’ on the table using her ice cream. Rafe laughed, finally understanding the joke, and he smiled wider when she returned a grin.

“No,” her voice croaked, and she could feel her tears slowly rolling down her red cheeks. God, she felt stupid. Why would she cry over stupid stuff like this? She had told Rafe before that she couldn’t understand why Bella Swan was too sad over Edward’s flight, saying how Bella had Jacob all along to help her get over him. Rafe rolled his eyes at this statement, muttering something along the words of ‘this is a movie’, ‘Edward is hotter’, and ‘Jacob look like that cashier guy at the hardware store’.

But she understood everything clearly now because she too, felt like staying in her room for the rest of her life. 

“What happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” Rafe asked again, finally standing up from his bed and walking towards his bedside table to retrieve his car keys. He rubbed his eyes, still so tired, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s alright, Rafe, you don’t have to pick me up, it’s just, um-” she took a deep breath, “Can I come over?”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, not sure if he had heard her right. He waited for a few seconds, “Huh?”

“Can I come over?” (Y/N) bit her lips, making a turn towards the road heading to Figure 8 from the Cut. The road was deserted, and she looked at the dashboard to check on the time.

2.43 a.m.

“Yeah, sure, um, when are you coming? I just have to wait for you, so you know the new passcode of the backdoor.”

“You guys changed it already?” she asked, and she was surprised to find a smile creeping onto her face. “When was the last time I came over? 2 months ago?”

“9,” Rafe muttered, “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she released a breath, “Thank you, Rafe.”

“Yeah,” was all he said before ending the line.

Maybe she did missed him. 

When she arrived before the white building of the Camerons’ household, she could see a figure sitting on the front porch, bending over something that (Y/N) assumed to be a phone.

Rafe was mindlessly playing Candy Crush, just starting on his third level when he heard a car door being shut. He jumped to his feet, ready to greet the girl, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of her.

She was still in her party clothes, her (H/C) hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup all smudged. He tried to think of a joke, wanting to lighten up the mood, but his deed was interrupted when she finally had him in a tight hug.

“Whoa,” Rafe exclaimed, putting his arms around her waist. He let her stayed in that position for a few more seconds, liking the warmth, and finally parted after he cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um-” she sighed, not looking into his eyes. “I got cheated on.”

Rafe was glued to his spot as he watched her wiped her tears with her sleeve, looking down to her glittery blue slippers. He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had prayed for his (Y/N) and JJ to call it off, but he didn’t hope for any kind of cheating to occur.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe said, pulling her into a hug again. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting the scent of strawberry wafted into his nostrils. (Y/N) cried against his chest, her face all scrunched up, and when she pulled away for the second time, she noticed the tear stains on his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rushed, trying to remove the stain using her fingers even though she knew it was impossible. She was too tired to think logically; she felt like laying in bed and watching Love Island until the day she dies.

“You’re still stupid, even when you’re all fucked up,” Rafe sighed, but he watched her from the corners of his eyes in case his words had struck her, but she looked like she understood the joke. She smiled weakly, pulling on the hem of her dress that had rode up down.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her by her wrist as he guided her through the backdoor to his room. He showed her the new passcode proudly, mouthing how it was his birthday date this time, and (Y/N) had emitted a small laugh.

Screw maybe, she did missed him.

“And still a mess,” she sighed, plopping onto Rafe’s blue bedsheet as she took a look around the room. The painting of a random boat in the middle of an ocean was still askewed, and his trash can were piling up. She made a face, pointing at the cause of disturbance.

“You have to clean that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t let you stay in our five stars suite, ma’am,” he said, finding an old t-shirt in his cupboard. “You know, since you barged in this hotel at this time, all there’s left is the 3 stars suite.”

“You’re calling this a 3 stars suite?” she laughed, tilting her head to one side. “Rafe, this room can’t even be rated.”

“Whatever,” he pulled out a yellow t-shirt, putting it aside before looking for a new pair of boxers. “Is your room still pink with that weird strawberry pound cake smell?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She was glad there were no crumbs on the bed, or else she would rather sleep in her car. “And that smell’s great. My sensory organs are blocked by all the dust you’re collecting in here.”

Rafe grinned, liking how she was back to her old self, and handed her the pair of boxers and the yellow t-shirt. (Y/N) muttered a quick thanks, her feet lightly padding against the carpeted floor towards his bathroom. She closed the door, leaning against the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror.

She did look miserable, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She always hate how puffy her eyes would get after a nice session of crying, having to endure the pain of soothing it down again. 

She shook her head, not wanting to spend anymore time thinking about JJ or Kie or the pogues who had betrayed her, and tried to reach for the zip of her dress. After a few good tries she sighed, relaxing her cramped arms. The familiar yet uneasy pain coursed through her veins, and without wanting to abuse herself anymore, she turned the doorknob.

“Rafe? Can you help me?”

“Huh? Yeah,” he came to the door, closing his eyes before he halted right in front of the object. “Are you naked?”

“No, can’t seem to be, too. Can you help me unzip?”

Rafe opened his eyes, feeling his heartbeat quickening, and with trembling hands, slowly unzipped her dress and stopping directly at the curve of her bottoms, silently admiring the view. 

He cleared his throat, shaking his head at the childish behaviour he just found himself in. “Yeah, done.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” she smiled, and turned to close the door again. Rafe listened to her breathing in the bathroom for a few more seconds, knowing how hard she was trying to ignore the aching feeling eating off of her. He wished he could take her pain away an make it his, knowing that at least he’ll have an excuse to snort more coke to ‘forget the pain’. 

When she got out of the bathroom, Rafe had to stop himself from drooling over her in his shirt and boxers. She always look good, but she had never looked better in nothing but his yellow shirt and his boxers. 

Rafe closed the light, remembering how she hates sleeping with any form of light either it’s tiny or big, and settled himself on the sofa. He wanted to give her space, not wanting to rush anything, knowing how tired she must felt from all the things she had to endure today.

“Rafe, we’re not 10. You can sleep on the same bed as I am,” she sighed, turning to face the other side. Rafe stood up, thanking the gods above, and settled for his new room.

“We never sleep in the same bed before,” he said, pulling the covers to shield himself from the cold. (Y/N) snorted at this statement, still not looking at him or even turning to face him.

The closest thing they have done to sleep right next to each other was in the car during a road trip, and when they woke up, they were both throwing disgusted faces and pretending to vomit.

“Stop it, you guys look stupid,” Sarah groaned, giving them a quick look over her shoulder. Rafe pulled his middle finger from under the blanket he was sharing with (Y/N), causing her to snort and struggling to hide her laugh.

. . .

“So yeah, that’s how you hit it.”

“You’re bluffing,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking over the club and watching the small hole in the distance, squinting her eyes. She took a step back, licked her teeth, and gave Topper the club back.

“See? I told you I’m right!” he exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together. He returned to the game, focusing on his goal, and hit the golf ball.

“That’s fine, I guess,” (Y/N) announced when he came back to the resting area, “For beginners.”

Rafe snorted, downing his mineral water before handing Topper the same bottle. Topper grunted at him, muttering how it’s unhygienic, but he took a full swing of it anyways, being so thirsty after sitting under the sun for hours long.

“We’re glad you’re back with us, (Y/N),” Topper smiled, removing his cap and fanning himself with the clothing. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked at Rafe’s expression, he quickly shut his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if she ever missed their old clique when she was with the pogues, but Rafe knew better. It had been 3 weeks since the incidence, and she had been doing so well in coping with the situation. They had been inseparable ever since, always attached to the hips everywhere they go; he couldn’t let one tiny mistake slip that can cause her another breakdown.

“Hey,” Kelce jogged to them, smiling apologetically at Rafe and Topper before placing a quick kiss on (Y/N) ‘s cheeks. (Y/N) smiled, knowing how sweet and gentle Kelce is, almost glad he still does the same thing to her even after they had not been hanging out for a year.

“You’re not dressed for the occasion,” Topper rolled his eyes, “And late. We’re already packing up, man.”

“I know, but I’m wondering if you guys would like to listen to Cage The Elephant this evening by the beach,” he explained, still heaving from his previous activity. He had drove straight from his home to the country club after getting 4 tickets to the show, excited to show his friends what he had gotten for her.

(Y/N) snorted, throwing her arms into the air. “Fuck off, Kelce. There’s no way they’re coming down to Obx.”

Kelce sighed, taking out his phone before showing her the proof in his photos. (Y/N) grinned, trying to contain herself, and looked at Rafe who seemed to be smiling as well.

“Thanks, Kelce,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug. They made her happy, and all the negative thoughts she had about them during her brief friendship with the pogues suddenly evaporating into the air. She squealed, jumping wildly, and she swore she has never felt this happy before.

Just them four. Like the old times.

Four hours later, (Y/N) took a step back when they arrived at the beach, the memory of what happened three weeks ago suddenly rewinding in her head. Rafe noticed how quiet she had been, and pulled her aside while Topper and Kelce went to check on the stage.

“Are you okay?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, nodding. She ran her fingers over the penguin charm Rafe had gotten her a week prior, saying how it resembles him when he sees her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him during that surprising moment, touched yet confused at the story behind the penguin charm.

“Okay. Do you need a drink?” he asked again, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, wetting her lips and putting on her usual smile. Rafe grinned at her, muttering how she’s doing so good, all while guiding her towards their two other friends.

“(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned to look at the source, not thinking much. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the person responsible, but Rafe still had his arms around her. He turned to check on her again, but followed her gaze when he noticed she was staring at the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?” Rafe yelled, pushing JJ’s chest with so much anger that he toppled over to John B. Sarah yelped, pulling Kie to her side, watching as her brother walked towards them furiously. 

“Chill, man, I just want to talk to her,” he said, taking a deep breath. He noticed the crowd starting to notice them, and his eyes landed on a certain girl who was held up by Topper and Kelce, both asking if she was okay.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Rafe said, his eyes stern as he stared over JJ and his group of friends. “You have nothing to say to her.”

As he turned to return to his friends, his chest heaving from the near-fight he almost encounter with JJ, he bended to (Y/N)’s height to check on her state. Her eyes were glassy, her face red.

“So you’re fucking them all now like a whore?” JJ shouted, loud enough for everyone else around them to gasp, and some already had their phones out. (Y/N) was shocked at this statement, frozen on her feet, not knowing what on earth would make JJ say that to her.

He was never mean to her, even when they had a fight. He yelled at her sometimes, sure, but she had been the one yelling first. He never called her anything of that sort, not even during sex, where she had given him her full consent.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Go to hell.”

“No, no, because it has always been easy for you, right? You broke up with me, got on with Rafe, leave your own friends and come back to the country clubs?” he laughed, and she flinched at his words. If JJ had meant the pogues as her friends, then he was totally wrong.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Topper stepped out, and before he could finish his sentence, JJ landed a full punch on his face, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.

(Y/N) screamed, getting to his side as Rafe returned JJ’s gesture. Topper laid on the ground with his nose starting to bleed, causing (Y/N) to panic while she rummaged through Rafe’s backpack he had left on the ground for clean tissues.

Topper groaned, keep wanting to get up, but (Y/N) held him in place, not letting her friend go and hurt himself more just for her. She cried while she tried to wipe the blood, hearing the fight behind her.

“Fuck you! You stupid pogue! You should be in jail like your dad!”

Something cracked in JJ as he yelled something back in pure anger. He punched, kicked, slapped and hit Rafe who was already on the ground, spitting blood.

“JJ! That’s enough,” Pope pulled him back, trying to contain the wild animal as he thrashed to escape. He yelled more curses at Rafe while Pope tried his best to pull him away, obviously not done with hitting the boy laying on the ground.

(Y/N) cried, running towards Rafe’s side, cupping his face and looking into his swollen eyes. She groaned when Rafe’s laugh filled the air, not believing how he was still joking in a state like this.

“I’m okay,” he said, his breath ragged. “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Rafe stood up slowly and looked at the direction of the still thrasing JJ, hearing his muffled shouts with his arms around (Y/N) ‘s waist. He held her close as she sobbed into his shoulder, still trembling.

“Let’s go home?” he asked, and (Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice to follow him into his car. As disappointed as she was that she didn’t get the chance to see her favourite band, she wanted to take care of Rafe, who had been there since the day she found out about Kie and JJ.

The clock struck 12 in the morning and the grandfather clock in the living room chimed as Rafe groaned, feeling a certain girl with trembling hands and tired eyes gently wiping a cotton pad across his cut. 

“Fuck! I said slowly,” he grunted, closing his eyes to decrease the pain. (Y/N) bit her lips, trying to concentrate all the while trying to contain her laugh. He hissed again when she dabbed on his cut, this time with his fingers gripping tightly around her wrist.

“I said slowly.”

“I’m doing it slow, asshole,” she smiled, and felt him softened when she finally threw the last cotton pad. She pulled the covers to his chin, fixing the front part of hair before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, she found him still awake with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“I really need you to sleep,” she sighed, “To heal your pretty face.”

Rafe grinned and though (Y/N) tried her hardest not to smile back, she couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in the pits of her stomach. 

“You think I’m pretty?”

There was no use denying it anymore.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, getting into the space beside him. “Even when you are all fucked up.”

(Y/N) could sense his smile even when she didn’t look at him, knowing how soft he usually end up being when she compliments him. She turned to look at him.

“Are you serious about not wanting a girlfriend?”

Rafe turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. His insides exclaimed happily, liking the way his words had struck her. He meant what he said, but that statement didn’t apply to (Y/N). 

“Why?”

“Just asking,” she shrugged, and made a move to touch his cut. He hissed, feeling a sharp pain soaring in him, but she looked so peaceful trying to figure out his wound.

“You can kiss them to make them feel better,” he grinned, and watched as she groaned, trying to hide her face against the pillow. Rafe laughed, and turned the lamp beside him off, knowing that he shouldn’t push it and leave her be.

Just as he was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, he felt her soft lips against his, to which it was quick and gentle before she pulled away, giggling.

“4 years.”

“Huh?” (Y/N) questioned, still smiling from the kiss she just initiated a few seconds ago. She couldn’t contain herself; he looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so handsome. She didn’t know why she hadn’t kissed him sooner.

“I waited for that since 4 years ago.”

“Now you’re just pushing it, Rafe.”

Rafe grinned against the darkness, and felt his heart soaring. “Can we kiss again?”

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and Rafe laughed.

Tomorrrow. The next day. Next week. 

He didn’t care - as long as he will finally have her by his side. 

-

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Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Words: 4.7k

Genre: smut, angst, fluff if you squint really hard, childhood friends to lovers AU

Warnings: unprotected sex, bathroom sex, infidelity, JK is a heartthrob that is bad at feelings, YN realises she’s been in love with JK all along.

A/N: this is me trying to write longer fics, I liked how this one came out yayyy. This goes out to the @thebtswritersclub​ monthly prompt _____ to lovers, in this case it’s childhood friends to lovers. I just- I really liked how it came out, I’m so excited to know what you guys think of it.

Summary: Falling in love is such a curious thing in life, Jungkook would know best, after pinning over you for years on end, only to have his best friend take away his opportunity, or does he?

The sun was shining brightly over the park as you made your way down the slide, hot skin scorching at the contact with the yellow plastic, although you couldn’t bring yourself to care as much as your mother would, meeting Sungho at the end of it, who was covering his eyes as best as his arms would allow him to do, summer was almost coming to an end and you two had decided to spend every single second of it together, much to both of your mothers’ dismay who had long decided to take turns to tire both of you out by the neighbourhood park, nothing too exciting, if it weren’t for your young imaginative minds combined, which turned you into the closest a six year old could get to being a menace.

As you smiled brightly at your friend, you couldn’t help but turn your head towards an almost inaudible whimper coming from the shaded side of the park, finding a kid around your age plopped down by the tree, desperately drying his eyes with the back of his hand, small sobs coming out of his lips as three other kids, which you knew to be a little older than you and quite disrespectful at that, kept laughing at the boy, so really, what else were you supposed to do if not come in to save the day. “Come on Y/N they’ll make fun of us too” Sungho said as he tried to tug you away, only to have you stand your ground firmly

“If they make fun of me, I won’t cry” you crossed your arms stubbornly over your chest

“Y/N let’s just go”

“You go, Sungho” Sungho was always the type of kid that your mother kept reminding you to be more like, always righteous, never picking fights like you were known to do, but you really couldn’t stand watching the mysterious kid crying by himself while no one else did anything in the slightest. So you stood between him and the three kids that were still making fun of him, head high, fists up by your sides in a superhero pose “You shouldn’t make fun of others”

“Why don’t we make fun of both of you then, Y/N?”

“At least I can put my shirt shirt when I’m dressing myself, Areum” the girl looked down for half a second before staring you down, full of rage before huffing and turning around in true mean girl fashion.

You turn back to find a pair of bambi eyes staring at you, sobs silenced, although his chest still showed him trying to fully catch his breath. You extend your hand for him to take it so that he could stand up “I’m Y/N what’s your name?”

“I’m Jungkook” you were quick to grab his arm and pull him to where Sungho had watched the whole scene with Areum, now staring at the way you dragged the slightly shorter boy towards him

“Well Jungkook, this is Sungho and I just decided that all of us three are going to be best friends forever” the small boy smiled at that, bunny teeth showing in the process, eyes sparkly with wonder and pure appreciation, contrasting the look on Sungho’s face.

“Y/N I think you need to have girl friends to have these sleepovers with, Jungkook and I are boys” Sungho says as soon as you pass him the mirror and he is left staring at his reflection with a ton of glitter eyeshadow on his face, you turn to look at Jungkook, who is currently sprawled out playing with his nintendo, a set of pigtails adoring his head along with the hottest pink lipstick you could find

“I don’t mind it” he stuffed his mouth with chips as he continued to play on his console, not sparing any of you a look, although you smiled at him fondly, grateful to have him play along whenever Sungho didn’t feel like it, which seemed to be more and more as all of you grew older.

“Well I’m going to take this off” he said as he ran into the bathroom to wash his face. Good luck trying to get rid of glitter.

You huffed out a sigh at how boring it was getting if Sungho didn’t like to play your games, along with Jungkook being stuck inside his own little world. “This is so boriiiing”

“It was your idea Y/N”

“Yeah but you guys are no fun”

Jungkook pauses his game to turn to look at you “We can watch a movie if you’d like”

If someone were to tell 6 year old you that twelve years later, the kid that used to make fun of you would turn into your best friend, you would have probably laughed in their face, although as years went by, Areum had finally gotten better in terms of personality, up to the point where she had a full on talk with you before you decided to give it a try, even more so as she now took it as her job to protect you in high school, seeing as she was a year older than you.

“Jungkook has changed” the brunette said while taking a seat next to you inside the cozy smoothie shop, crumpling up her receipt inside her bag distractedly as you just stared at her, not knowing what had prompted her to talk about your best friend, Jungkook wasn’t exactly what one would consider popular, especially amongst the higher grades, especially not given the bickering grudge he held against Areum after all those years.

“What do you mean?”

“Just- seems like before summer he was this scrawny little thing, deer eyes, soft smiles” you looked at her intently, Jungkook had gone on vacation with his family for weeks as soon as finals were over, leaving with the promise of hanging out for the few days before school started again, similar to how you were now hanging out with Areum, her having arrived back a few hours before Jungkook “Now- well”

There were a million thoughts running inside your mind, some seemingly more plausible than others, tow hich yopu found yourself asking “Areum, did you fuck Jungkook?”

“I mean- we were both staying at the same hotel Y/N” Areum sipped on heir smoothie as a way to act coy about it, wide eyes turned the other way at the prospect of having said out loud that her latest conquest was none other than little Jungkook, the guy she had always made fun of for one or another reason

“Oh god you slept with Jungkookie” and you really tried to picture her, accepted into college, beautiful Areum, long lean legs, model faced Areum, flirt queen that always seemed to go for older guys Areum, paired up with sweet Jungkookie, sure, your best friend was cute, handsome even, there was no denying it, he was just not- Areum level handsome, Areum liked going out to party, let men shower her in drinks while Jungkook absolutely loved staying home battling Sungho in the newest video game that was around “I-I have no words”

“Y/N- Y/N don’t judge until you’ve tapped it” your friend seemed to space out for a second, as if looking back at her time with Jungkook, dreamily. “The guy got buff”

And sure he did, not only did Jungkook was now full of muscle, he also apparently had renewed his wardrobe, bought a motorcycle and apparently had even grown a few centimeters taller, or at least that much was said by Sungho as you three met up for lunch the day before classes started again, trying to catch up as you did every year when the three of you didn’t get a chance to hang out much.

“So are we getting that newly released game Kook?” Sungho mentioned in what appeared to be the background, your eyes completely fixated on whomever the man sitting in front of you was, definitely not your best friend Jungkook.

“Nah dude, I sold all my consoles and games to buy my bike” your eyes widened at the confession, probably mirroring the uttermost shocked look that Sunho was also sporting. Jeon Jungkook selling his videogames was definitely a sign of the apocalypse. You were about to make a comment before you heard a very familiar voice behind you, making you turn your head towards it.

“Jungkookie, you wanted me to come over?” her eyes had that sparkle in them which you have come to recognise as her being infatuated by someone, even if she didn’t really talked about it openly, you turned towards Jungkook in disbelief

“Yeah, Areum, lose my number”

You consciously close your mouth at the exchange as Areum backed away from the table muttering an ‘oh..okay’ as Jungkook smiled daily at her, your eyes lock in surprise with Sungho’s, both of you silently agreeing that this Jungkook was certainly a new side neither of you could yet guess whether or not you would continue to be able to befriend, although the history between the three of you spoke volumes.

And just like that, enough to get whiplash from it, Jungkook’s lazy uninterested eyes were replaced by the squinty smile you had learned to adore over the years, bunny teeth showing as his laugh resonated in the restaurant “Oh god you guys should have seen your faces!”

Your eyes travelled along the expanse of the space you three were in, looking at Sungho for a clue to pick up about what was happening, coming up empty handed as he spoke first “Dude I almost had a heart attack, I thought you had sold your games!”

“Oh no that I did” Jungkook took a sip out of his drink calmly

You tried not to show how nothing made sense in your mind “And that thing with...Areum?”

He placed his cup down, looking at you with wide eyes humming softly “Yeah that was a thing too, she’s been texting me non stop after we hooked up. I’m just glad I’m back with you guys”

So Jungkook had changed, that much was true, just not as much as he let people believe. Sure enough, the guy was now pure muscle, rode a bike everywhere, and made it his lifeplan to conquer as many girls as his schedule allowed him too; he also made a few other friends outside of your friends' circle, enough for rumours to go around about him being involved in shady business, or him hooking up with somebody’s mum. Either way, if you were to turn a blind eye to his social persona, Jungkook was still your and Sungho’s little Jungkookie, bambi wide eyes that teared up whenever it was movie night and you picked some chick flick, bunny teeth and loud giggles as he played a prank on Sungho, even though you could tell his heart just wasn’t in it as it was before.

“I’m gonna ask Y/N out” Sungho has asked Jungkook to meet him outside of campus on the first weeks of college as all three of you decided to attend together, uninterested on whatever it was that he was about to tell him, but trying to keep up his fractured friendship with the man (and you) he had shown up, even so a little fashionably late to make his point clear.

“And you’re telling me this because..”

“I don’t want to make it awkward, Jeon” Jungkook scoffs before rolling his eyes at Sungho “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you little boy crush on her for years”

“What I think you haven’t noticed is that I don’t do feelings” Jungkook retorts as he approaches him “And although I find Y/N to be quite fuckable if you ask me, I appreciate her enough not to put her in a weird place like you’re about to do, asshole”

Once weeks rolled around, things kept on being as the were after that fateful summer where Jungkook completely reinvented himself, even as semesters came and went, Jungkook grew a bit more separate from both Sungho and yourself, although it became a little harder to discern whether it was because of Jungkook or due to the fact that Sungho and you had started dating during the first semester of college. Sungho had no real answer to give you when asked about it, saying that outside of the scheduled movie night you three kept on sharing, he barely even texted Jungkook on his own.

“I heard your girl is getting married” his friend said as he handed him an opened beer, taking his place back against his bike in the middle of the night after some race they had gone to near the outskirts of Seoul.

Jungkook took a swing out of the bottle, squinting at the questionable choice in alcohol “I don’t have a girl Jihoon”

“Oh? Then what’s Y/N?'' he felt the blood draining from his face, heart heavy, breath hitching inside his throat as soon as your name left his lips. Of fucking course Sungho would try to marry you before you graduated. That bastard.

It was quite funny really, Jungkook knew from the very start, back when all three of you had 6 years old and you had saved him from a set of mean kids in the park, that Sungho was never fond of him, or rather, of the relationship you had developed with him, sure, the two men had bonded over a few shared interests as they grew up, but the only thing that kept them together was you. Sometimes Jungkook guesses it could have been him instead of Sungho, asking you out, sharing nights together, even being about to get married. But those thoughts were only wishful thinking, he had long ago decided that you deserved so much more than what he could give you, what with his eternal fear and inability to give himself up to others. So he had let you go, never thinking about the possibility of Sungho taking a place he wasn't worthy of either.

"Good for her"

It wasn't long after learning that you were engaged, that the invitation arrived to his apartment, just a few days after graduation. It wasn't really a surprise anymore, even back when he first heard the news, it wasn't that surprising, he guessed it was the years of knowing both you and Sungho, learning your patterns, that he had somehow seen it coming. It didn't make it any less hard to wish you weren't about to walk down the aisle to a man that wasn't him though. But he kept repeating to himself to stop being selfish, he had lost his chance, not that he ever had one to begin with, but as long as you were happy, he would be too.

And you really did seem happy, so he was willing to just ignore the way that his chest seemed to constrict every time your eyes locked on his from across the room as the rehearsal dinner, you were sporting a gorgeous emerald dress, the same colour as when you two first met eighteen years back, his mind spinning with impossible scenarios as each minute that passed really just turned out to be a minute closer to watch you walk down the aisle to another man, one that was supposed to be his best friend at that.

“Bride’s or groom’s” A sweet female voice called him as he sipped on his fifth? sixth? champagne flute, finding a woman staring at him with what he has come to recognise as lust.

“Eh.. you could say both”

A glimpse of recognition could be seen in her eyes before she spoke again “You must be Jungkook then, the overseeked bachelor”

“In the flesh” He smirked at her as she took a hold of his hand, guiding him upstairs to where you and your soon to be husband had booked bridesmaids and groomsmen alike for the night. Not that the blonde had anything to do with how utterly horrible he was feeling about the whole wedding situation but perhaps fucking his frustrations out would help just a little.

Jeon Jungkook was never the one to stick around until morning, that much was true, and although he might be known for a varying of unspeakable things, nothing could have prepared him for what he had to witness at ungodly hours.

He picked up the rest of his clothing after half dressing himself, not even sparing a second glance at the woman that was laying on her bed peacefully, careful not to make more sounds than the inherently necessary, his curiosity is peaked as he hears faintly moaning and skin slapping skin coming from the room next door, seeing the door barely open, and against his better judgement he peeks inside only to feel his heart pounding against his chest, blood rushing inside his ears as he can’t seem to look away from the image presented to him. Sungho, your soon to be husband, the one that he used to consider his best friend for years on end, the oh so righteous Sungho, ever morally correct Sungho, bending your other so-called best friend and maid of honour, Areum, over the comforter as he fucked into her. A few hours before he got married to you. After everything that he had put him through, making him believe that it was in your best interest top let you go, that he should have handed you over to him, that he was the best option out of the two of you to build a life with.

Jungkook sees red and doesn’t quite remember anything other than Areum running out of the room as he punches Sungho in the face, receiving some punches back.

“You absolutely disgust me”

The bastard has the guts to laugh at him “You know, Jeon” he goes to inspect his face in the mirror “If you burst Y/N’s bubble, you’ll forever be remembered as the stupid little boy that was jealous enough on her wedding day to ruin her life”

Jungkook clenches his fists by his side before deciding to turn his heels and leave the room, vision still blurry in anger, breathing ragged, a small trickle of blood making its way down from his eyebrow as he almost automatically walked himself to the other side of the hostel where he knew you must have been resting, taking a few too many second to decide to knock on the door.

“Jungkook? What are you- oh god” sleep seems to leave you as soon as your eyes lock on his beat up face, him smiling at you in a futile attempt to have you not worry that much about his well being, but of course you were already searching for a first aid kit as he took a seat on your bed “Jungkookie, what happened?”

And perhaps he didn’t think it through that much, but he couldn’t let you walk yourself into a marriage blinded by the persona Sungho had always made you believe he was. “Y/N” he took your hands in his, stopping you from rubbing any more antiseptic into his cut “You’ll hear,a nd probably have already heard, too much shit about me”

His eyes beg you to stare at him intently, and although the whole scenario had you giggling out of nervousness, it soon died down “Kook, what are you talking about?”

“Y/N- Sungho is not the man he’s made us think he is” your eyes scan his face for any more clues on what he’s saying a syou feel a beeping sound closing in on your ears, overwhelmed by the situation “And he’ll probably say this is me just being a jealous asshole after being in love with you for more than half of my living years but-”

You stare at him in horror as your hands remove themselves from his hold as if he was burning, standing up from where you were seated next to him, feeling your whole world being crushed down a few hours before what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life “No” you take a step back as you hold your chest, feeling hot tears welling up in your eyes “Jungkook please don’t do this shit to me”

“Y/N just- don’t marry Sungho” somehow he had willed his voice to remain calm

Your head shook fervently at him, as if somehow the action would make him retreat his words “Sungho loves me, Jungkook”

His eyes were ice cold at your words “He loves you enough to fuck Areum a few hours before making you his wife”

He really didn’t mean the bite on his words as he said them, this had nothing to do with you and everything to do with that asshole you called finacé, so he could completely understand when through your tears, chest heavy with rage and head spinning you asked “Please leave”

And he did.

Everything seemed like a fever dream. The words that Jungkook had said, the implication that it had. And really, if it weren’t for the fact that Jungkook was gone from the whole ordeal, you could have sworn your life that it was nothing other than a nightmare, Areum was as bubbly as ever, helping you get ready. Sungho’s good morning text still found its way into your inbox. Jungkook had not only accused you fiancé of cheating, but had said he had always been in love with you, no further proof to his words, so you decided to go as planned, yet you found yourself hyper aware of every move Sungho made, especially when they involved Areum.

You stood in your pristine white dress in front of a couple dozens of guests as traditional words were spoken, your mind a thousand miles away as you kept on looking towards the door, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they would open up, Jungkook would show up and stop you from making what could potentially be the worst mistake of your life.

"If anyone objects to the marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." your eyes trail to the soor, yearning to hear Jungkook’s voice amidst the otherwise silent chapel, but it never came.

“Hey, Y/N come dance with us,” one of your bridesmaids say as the night progresses after dinner, some loud beat taking over the venue at the reception, making everyone stand up to dance, including your now-husband as you find yourself sulking sitting on your designated table.

“I’m fine, you go” you try to flash her the biggest smile you can as she goes, leaving you once again with your thoughts. Thoughts that mainly involved Jungkook, figuring that after all these years, life had managed to finally separate you, heart yearning to have him close to you, the more you became aware of your current life path, the more you realised what a humongous mistake you had made. You had always thought that marrying Sungho would give you a sense of utter happiness, of fulfillment, whether what Jungkook said was true or not, as you watched your husband having the time of his life without you. If he were Jungkook, he would be seated right by your side.

Jeon Jungkook, as deviated as he appeared to be to everyone, as much as he slept around, he had demonstrated to be the most loyal human being by your side up until the last second of your friendship, unlike Sungho, he had always been interested in what you wanted to do, had always let your voice be heard, had helped you through rough times when Sungho was nowhere to be seen, perhaps you had chosen the wrong best friend to fall in love with a few years ago, the wrong man in your life to marry. It had been Jungkook all along. It could have been Jungkook all along.

Your eyes fixate on the way that Sungho whispers something on Areum’s ear and you feel your blood boil, more out of self-pity and annoyance at letting such a man manipulate you rather than jealousy as you stand up to make your way to the bathroom, in hopes of freshening up before coming up with a plan to fix this mistake.

You sigh as you hold yourself up by the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror, pondering just how deep you’ll have to dig to come out of the mess when you hear an all too familiar deep chuckle behind you “So you realised”

You turn your back to the mirror to face Jungkook “That Sungho was an asshole or that I’m in love with you?”

His eyes turn into those deeply surprised deer shape you remember from when he was younger for a split second before they’re filled with something else between lust and deep appreciation as he backs you up further against the sink, a tattooed hand coming up to your chin “Does that mean I get to kiss you with no regrets now?”

“Would you kiss a married woman, Jungkook?” you ask playfully, matching the brattiness in his tone

“Only the ones whose husbands are assholes” and so his lips capture yours in a sweet quick kiss that has you wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning in once again, escalating from a very much due kiss filled with words that are unable to be said, into a fiery pit in the low of your stomach at the prospect of kissing Jungkook while still being in your wedding dress, just a few hours married and kissing another man.

Jungkook’s hands have abandoned their place on your figure in favour of trying to undo the little buttons on the back of your dress, breaking the kiss to complain “God just how many buttons does this dress have?”

Soon enough your dress lays forgotten on the floor, matching lingerie covering your body as Jungkook has most of your body up against the mirror, panties aside in favour of having him fingering you, arms almost failing to keep you upright as he mouths at your skin, moans escaping your lips regularly as he pumps and curls his fingers inside you, lewd noises taking reverbating on the small bathroom’s walls, a faint trail of bass coming in from the party “God you’re so perfect Y/N” he grunted as you heard his zipper coming down before feeling the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, his hand coming up to grip your hair making you face the mirror, makeup completely wrecked, the sight almost unrecognisable to you, a slight burning but pleasurable sensation on your scalp “I bet that bastard Sungho wouldn’t be able to wreck you like this” without further notice entering you from behind, your walls clenching against him as you felt him slowly but firmly making his way in and out of you at a building rapidly pace, a moan slipping past your lips and Jungkook shushing you in exchange as he increases his speed and you bit your lip to forbid any noises from coming out, afraid of being heard even when you knew it would be almost impossible to do so over the loud party noises, this bathroom being so far away from it.

Jungkook had placed your right leg up the sink, hitting an even deeper spot that had you building your orgasm at an incredible speed, throwing your head back in pleasure, feeling him completely inside you as heat pooled in your lower belly.

“K-Kook I’m gonna-ah! I’m gonna cum” a few flicks on your clit with his expert fingers as he helped you keep yourself upright did the trick as Jungkook made sure to somehow thrust even deeper, a loud moan scaping you as he spilled his warm seed inside you, quickly adjusting back his boxers and trousers as one of his fingers collected some cum that was dripping down your thigh to push it back in, letting go of you to hold yourself up against the sink, pulling your panties back in place.

“Think that counts as a wedding gift?” he turns to leave the bathroom, leaving you heaving to haphazardly step inside your dress as you trail behind him, finding him resting against a wall, his bike roaring a few meters away as he smiles your way knowingly as he puts on his helmet, throwing another one your way "So.. all ready to leave that asshole of a husband now or should I wait another 15 years?"