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maybankxw · 3 years ago

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ummmm… jj x kook! reader enemies to lovers? hehe 🙏🏽

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pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [violence!!; an assault attempt; panic attack; mentions of blood; alcohol; bickering; unprotected sex; oral, female receiving;] minors dni!!!

summary: jj and the girl going all their way from hating each other to somewhat lovers

word count: 8.2k

a/n: thanks for requesting! if you’re sensitive to any topics mentioned in warnings I do NOT recommend reading! all the violence and assaults come from side characters, not jj! the meaning behind him calling her princess - he thinks she’s a spoiled kook girl. it’s the shortest version of enemies to lovers, tried my best! enjoy!

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any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated! (gif is mine)

“So, now that I introduced you to each other, I hope we can all be friends?” Sarah grinned widely, throwing her arms up in the air, excitement written all over her face. She got with Pogues months ago, assuring me they’re fun to be around. The were, except for one particular guy.

“We have enough in our crew already,” the blond boy retorted, indignation radiating off of him as he eyed me up and down, clenching his jaws in disgust. I noticed his gaze lingering on my lips a little longer than it should, “I don’t think you’ll fit in,” he shook his head, his lips pursed, a frown creased his brow.

“Oh I will, thank you for your concern,” I faked a smile, keeping my tone friendly. I wouldn’t let a guy I barely even knew pressure me down, “Besides, you’re the only one who doesn’t want me here, so,” I glared at everyone, they kept silent but their faces were relaxed, smiles curling in the corners of their mouths, like they enjoyed us bickering, “It’s only your problem, I guess, you’ll have to learn to live with that, pretend I’m not here,” I rolled my eyes, giving him another exaggerated smile, satisfied with myself.

“What’s wrong princess? Not the cottage of your dreams?” Blue Eyes mocked me as we came close to the Chateau. He was walking behind me, carrying a huge backpack, the others were already inside, so no one could hear us, at least I hoped so.

“Why do you have to be such an asshole all the time?” I looked over my shoulder at him, “Can’t you just pretend I’m not here?”

He laughed under his breath, shortening the distance between us. His face gleamed in sunlight, his hair, blown by the wind, fell messy over his forehead, he was cute, attractive I would say, but his attitude shaded all of it. Jerk. That’s who he was to me. I shook my head, when I caught myself staring, our eyes locked for a moment, but I brushed him off, getting inside.

I knocked on the door of John B’s house, waiting for him to open.

“You,” my face dropped to aversion as I rolled my eyes, when I saw JJ leaning against the doorframe, “Move away.”

I took a step forward, but his huge body hold the whole entrance, giving me no chance of getting past him without actually touching him. The thought of touching him caused an ick. The intensity of my stare should have startled him, except it didn’t. He stood still. “If you think you’re being funny, you’re not. Let me in.”

“No, why would I?” he scoffed, his arms stretched above his head grabbing the doorframe.

“Get the hell out of my way, you jerk,” I shoved him into his chest. He didn’t expect that, or he did and just gave in to me, because he stepped back, giving me space for walking further. A nasty grin flicked on his face as I walked past him, exasperating me, I wanted to slap it off.

The sky lit up by the stars, bonfire warmed my cold palms, everyone laughed and sipped their drinks. A random guy sat next to me, flirting, his arm wrapped around my shoulder. I wasn’t really in the mood for partying and neither was Blue Eyes. He leaned against the tree next to Pope and John B. They talked about something, but he wasn’t paying attention, his gaze was fixed on mine. I regarded him, raising my eyebrows, mouthing “What?”

“He’s not good for you,” he mouthed back.

Now I frowned, tilting my head to look at the guy, who kept speaking nonsense. I couldn’t even catch up, he was talking a lot, “Hey,” I interrupted, “I need to go.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” “What?” a laugh escaped me, I felt him gripping my thigh, his calloused palm tightened on my bare skin. I wore small white summer dress, which stopped at mid thigh, revealing a little too much, “Let me go.” “Don’t act all innocent, I know why you’re here, whores like you only come to the parties for one thing, I can give you that.”

I jerked my leg, clenching my fists, ready to step on his foot and run. A familiar voice interrupted us, “Is there a problem?”

“No problem here,” the guy loosened his grip just a bit, so it wouldn’t look like he held me captive.

“It doesn’t look like that to me, let go of her,” Blue Eyes commanded, his palm fell on my shoulder and I winced at the contact, feeling the warmth of his body spreading through mine. He never touched me before. I wasn’t sure who startled me more at that moment.

“I said we’re fine here, you can go,” the other guy replied louder. I remained silent, wondering why did JJ even come here to rescue me, it’s not like he cared anyways.

“Get up,” he told me, his tone serious, his body as tensed as mine. Just when I was about to stand up, the never stopping talking guy snatched me, holding me by my hip and the back of my neck. Nausea and anger rolled through me, JJ’s eyes met mine, I couldn’t let him see me weak. A wave of bravery washed over me and I pushed my elbow into the guy’s stomach, my foot hit him in the balls and I wiggled free. That’s when JJ caught me, his strong arms held me tight and safe, my face buried into his shoulder. Time slowed. People watched, I didn’t care. It scared me, how good it felt.

He pulled away just a bit, pale blue eyes found mine again, “Are you okay?”

I sobered up, “Let me go,” I pushed him off of me, looking for my bag, my mind clouded with the past events, the loathing feeling of the flirting guy’s touch made me shiver and scrunch my nose. It felt like someone invaded my privacy.

I turned my head at the sound of someone wriggling and moaning in pain, Maybank smashed a fist across the guy’s face, then beat him with his heavy boots, mumbling something I couldn’t hear. When he finished beating the shit out of the flirting guy, he found me.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I said quietly.

“Do what?”

“Protect me? Stand up for me, you know.”

“I didn’t. I called out a bastard for being one,” he took a sip form his plastic red cup, crumpling it in his hands.

“I love cooking together,” Kie babbled, dicing tomatoes, while Sarah washed the rest of the vegetables and I chopped potatoes. It was crew’s night at the Chateau, guys were getting us booze and cleaning up the living room, while we made meals for the night.

“Do you think potatoes will do?” I asked, adding all the seasonings needed, checking if the oven heated up already, “We have three hungry men back there,” I chuckled, spreading vegetables on a baking sheet, pushing it inside the oven.

“They’re JJ’s favourite,” Kiara announced and I felt a weird flicker of heat in my chest. Hell no, there’s no way I’m going to let this guy cross my mind for even a second ever again. I tucked any thoughts of him into the deepest corner of my mind, pretending he wasn’t in the next room with the rest of our friends.

The evening was fun, we watched a horror movie, potatoes tasted delicious, Blue Eyes even made a comment about it.

“Can you ladies make these more often?”

“She made them,” Sarah pointed at me, “We almost did no work here,” she snuggled closer to John B. I noticed Kiara’s head resting on Pope’s shoulder and it made my stomach twist. I was happy to see them happy, but the jealousy won over making me hate myself. I was brought back to reality when I heard Blue Eyes speaking to me.

“Are they poisoned?” JJ rasped, his voice so gravely it could seduce me, if only it wasn’t for him.

“Only the ones you eat,” I rolled my eyes, washing down the rest of the beer remaining in my bottle, feeling myself getting tipsy, “You know, there’s a spice, which becomes so poisonous it can kill. It only happens when it mixes with the DNA of an asshole like you.”

“Woah,” everyone gasped, holding back their laughs, watching our fight with curiosity. Like it was for their fucking entreatment.

“You’re getting too comfortable, princess,” he spared me an irritated glance, his fist clenched around the bottle as if he was going to break it.

“What are you going to do about it?” “You don’t wanna know that.” His voice was sharp, he was getting angry and so was I. Anger was good, anger prevented me from dwelling on the truths behind his words.

I loved bickering with him, playing this game over and over again, it was like a sip of fresh air, I forgot the world. I even forgot we were still surrounded by our friends and the conversation wasn’t private. My cheeks flushed and I felt a tiny flame of warmth spreading low in my stomach, I blamed it on the alcohol.

Everyone just returned their attention to the movie, an awkward silence stretched out and I didn’t have any strength in me to lighten up the mood so I let it consume us and focus on the screen — the guy with a hummer, who crashed people one by one.

“We guys should go on a trip,” I eventually spoke up, “Road trip, cheap motel and disgusting food, fun life.”

“I actually think we should,” John B supported, squeezing Sarah thigh, looking at her with raised eyebrow and a smirk.

“Yeah,” Pope smiled, nodding his head, “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

Soft warm wind caressed my cheeks, windows down, John B at the steering wheel, driving, catching all the bumps on the road.

Him and the girls sprawled in the front of the van, getting a decent view of our surroundings, while I had to stay with Pope and Blue Eyes in the back. It was getting too hot, I had to take my shirt off, my red swimsuit top too bright, caught all the attention. I saw a muscle pulsing in JJ’s jaw, he took his cap off, smoothed his hair back and put it back on again, his eyes darted to my cleavage, but quickly returned to my face. He breathed out, I heard it was uneven, while Pope tried to tell him something about the boat they were chasing a few days ago.

“We need three rooms,” Sarah told the receptionist of a shitty motel we stopped in.

“Four,” I yelled from behind, “There’s no way I’m sharing a room with him,” my head swivelled in JJ’s direction, but Sarah brushed me off.

We got three keys. Not enough money to rent four rooms, that’s what John B told me.

We climbed up the stairs, couples took their places and I was left with my worst enemy, at least the beds were supposed to be separate. That’s what I was praying for, but life decided to play a fucking joke on me, because the beds weren’t separate, there was only one, big and soft, as soft as the side road motel allowed it to be.

“No fucking way,” I gritted, noticing a tiny armchair that stood in the corner of the room, I took that one, “I’m sleeping in the armchair.” JJ didn’t bother to say anything, he just acted like I wasn’t even there, laying down on the dark comforter, closing his eyes.

It was beyond uncomfortable, my sleep was the lightest and I kept tossing and pulling the blanket, managing to fall asleep for only an hour or so. My back hurt and I moaned in pain, half asleep.

Brawny arms wrapped around me, holding me beneath my shoulders and the back of my knees, footsteps slow and deliberate like he didn’t want to jostle me a lot. I tried so hard to force my eyes open and resist, but it felt so good. His touch was so warm, gentle and soothing, enticement of his strong body and a faint male scent made me relax on him, lulling me to sleep, “Please don’t wake up,” his whisper lingered over my ear and I sank into the mattress. He lowered me down. Fingers brushed my hair off my face as he tucked a strand behind my ear and I drifted off.

In the morning I was the only person in the room, the blanket tucked underneath my feet, no sign of the blond boy whatsoever.

The second day of our trip had been so much fun, me and the girls found turtle eggs on the shore, we surfed, roasted marshmallows and made up stupid songs. We even got a chance to catch a party there, it was full of grown ups, and by grown ups I mean literal grannies and grandads, but we decided to stay anyways. We took shots, it was sweet, with a tiny bit of alcohol in them. We took a lot. I danced with a man called Robert, Kiara and Sarah took John and Richard, guys had a pleasure to share a dance with Linda, Anthea and Maria. Nice people. We were tipsy and happy, smiles wide, never leaving our faces. We lost a track of time, it was around two in the morning, when we finally decided we have had enough.

I had to share a room with Blue Eyes again, at least this time our beds were separated and I blew out a breath of relief. Relief didn’t last long. Still euphoric from our crazy night I grabbed my phone, Maybank was showering, I focused on the vague thud of water running in the bathroom, my mind darted to the times we were on the beach and I saw a vivid picture of his solid body, strong and beautiful. I caught myself smiling, fuck the alcohol, it did crazy things to me. The message popped up on the screen, distracting me from my thoughts, it was from my mom, a voice mail. I wished I didn’t listen to this. A full-blown panic attack crashed over me, I slid down the wall, shaking, tears streaming down my face, my phone fell on the floor with a loud smack, I thought I broke it. My head was spinning and I couldn’t comprehend where I was located, nausea crawled up my throat and I sobbed, loud, tightening my arms around my knees, my breaths hitched, I felt like I was dying.

The message said: We don’t want you home anymore, you can get your stuff on Tuesday.

I felt someone drop down next to me, it was JJ, but I was too out of this reality to recognise him that easily. A faint voice asked, “What happened?” I couldn’t speak, I could only sob, suffocating. Warm palms captured my face, “Look at me, please look at me!”

I did, somehow I managed to fix my gaze on his, I saw worry, or maybe it was fear, “Do you hear me? Take a deep breath in,” he said softly, his fingers caressed my cheeks and wiped my tears away. I took a breath in as he asked. “Good, now out, do it slow.”

He breathed with me, strong palm closed at the back of my neck and he massaged a spot, which slowly released me from nausea and dizziness. He dragged me up to stand on my feet, “Come here,” he murmured, pushing me into his embrace, I cried, my voice muffled by his shirt, my trembling slowing down while I tried to return to my normal consciousness, “You’re okay, I promise you’re okay, I’m here, I’m holding you.” I tightened my grip on his waist as he rubbed my back, his low whisper soothed my ear, “I’m right here.”

Minutes passed, we stood twined, breathing in unison, his heartbeat matching mine, “Do you want to lay down?” I gave him a slight nod and he laid me on the bed, pulling a blanket over me, “Don’t leave,” I mumbled, my voice quiet and exhausted, “Please,” weakly, I patted the mattress next to me and he climbed in, pushing me into his chest, fingers brushed my hair, his lips left a kiss on my forehead. I didn’t know what we were doing, but I needed the comfort and he gave it to me. I needed his comfort.

I woke up with an arm draped over my waist, heavy male arm. The faint odor of ocean scented shower gel hit my senses and I scrunched, cuddling closer. A solid body molded against mine and I heard a drowsy rumble, palm flattened on my stomach, tightening its grip, flickering a flame of heat in the pit of my stomach. Hell, that felt good.

Memories from last night flashed through my mind, the party, the voice mail, me sliding down the wall, sobbing, completely out of my mind, JJ. JJ Maybank.

“Oh my god!” I threw him off, scrambling out of the bed, leaping up on my toes, snatching the blanket off of him and wrapping it around my body, trying to avoid looking at his butt. He wore tight charcoal grey boxers.

“Jesus,” he growled, “It’s too early for yelling, princess.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Why? That drives you mad? Then I have to make it a routine.”

“You do that, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

He flipped to the side, his shirt rode up, revealing his toned abdomen and I visibly swallowed, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Like what you see?” he raised an eyebrow at me, grinning like an idiot. I wanted to slap the satisfied smirk off of his face.

“Stop it,” I hesitated for a moment, gathering myself together, “Can you—“ I licked my dry lips avoiding his gaze, suddenly feeling vulnerable, “Can we keep what happened last night between us?”

His jaws clenched and his tone hardened, “Of course.”

It felt like he wanted to keep going, to ask more, but he didn’t and I was thankful for that.

“Truth or dare,” a girl from the crowd suggested, “Everyone playing?”

Our crew accepted that, a few people from the party joined us, so did Logan, the guy who’s been giving me an eye for months.

Rounds passed, it was Angela’s turn, the blonde girl, tall and skinny, her features so cute I wanted to throw up, she picked Blue Eyes.

“JJ,” a smile stretched on her glossy lips, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

She pouted, obviously wanting him to pick dare, “Do you fantasise about someone, from the people sitting here, before bed?”

I knew she meant herself, I snorted, catching all the attention, except for JJ’s.

“I do. Your turn,” he bent his head to look at me, “Truth of dare, princess?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss someone in this circle for fifteen seconds.”

I smirked, keeping my gaze on him.

I shifted closer and leaned in, parting my lips, the tension thick in the air as I inched closer to his face. Everyone watched us, it satisfied me. I wanted to put on a show.

Abruptly, my head swerved to the boy in front of me, Logan, and I crashed my lips against his. It startled him, but eventually he responded to the kiss. I let it linger for fifteen seconds and then I backed away, sprawling in my seat, “Hope you didn’t mind,” I winked at Logan, watching him smile awkwardly, feeling JJ’s eyes burning holes in me, irritation spilling out of him, I could sense it.

“Pope,” I continued the game as if nothing happened, pushing my desire to look at JJ aside, my heart pounding in my chest. I hated this new response of my body to his. As the game went on I felt his thigh brush mine, his fingers grazed my arm unintentionally, we caught each other’s stares a few times.

“Logan? Seriously? This guy will never give you what you need,” JJ caught me alone. Everyone left already, but I wasn’t in no particular hurry, I assumed he didn’t want to go home either.

“You again,” I gritted, he smirked, “What do you know about me? What do I need?” I tipped my chin up, watching him looming over me. “You need someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude out of you,” his gravely voice made me tense, I could sense the smell of his perfume, “You think Logan is capable of that?”

“Are you?” “In your dreams, princess.”

“See you tomorrow,” Sarah smiled at me, “Text us when you get home!” Kiara yelled as the four of them disappeared in the distance.

I exhaled, swallowing my tears back. Home. I haven’t told them anything about the night in the motel, Blue Eyes kept a secret as promised.

Footsteps approached me from behind, “You going?”

I turned back, JJ stood in front of me with his hands in his pockets, his shirt waving in the wind, cap visor turned back.

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“I don’t want to third wheel.”

A chuckle slipped out of my mouth and I felt the heat creeping up my cheeks.

“I’ll walk you.”

“No thanks.”

“I wasn’t asking. Besides John B and Sarah will kill me if I don’t, so you don’t have a choice.”

“I’d rather let them kill you.”

“No happening.”

I closed my eyes, trying deep breathing again. ‘Do not show weakness’ my mind told me.

“Are you okay?” his voice turned wary, his huge palm landed on my shoulder, weighing me down and waking me up. It almost seemed like he cared, except I knew he hated me as much as I hated him.

“I need to sit,” I muttered, holding onto his arm for support, slowly sitting down on the sand. He dropped to his haunches, studying my face, “Look at me.”

“I’m okay.”

“There’s no way I’m letting you walk home alone.”

“I don’t have home anymore.”

“What?”

I regarded him, tears stinging at the back of my eyes, my bottom lip quivering, which I desperately bit onto to prevent myself from crying. Not again, not in front of him.

“Get up. Let’s go, it’s getting colder.”

I was so tired of everything, exhausted, I just followed him, not giving a single fuck about what was gonna happen.

We walked in silence, side by side. I wanted to cling to his arm, I wanted comfort, but he wasn’t the one to give it to me. We weren’t in the motel room anymore. He was the person I despised the most, since day one, yet, there I was, walking with him god only knew where.

The silence was getting too heavy and I determined to be the one to break it. Like always. It was right when we stopped at the porch of a small one story building, “What’s this?” “My house.”

I brought up short, my shoulders stiff, my eyes narrowed, “Your house?”

“Do you have a better option?” “I can’t stay at your place, that’s crazy!” He was a few steps away from me, anger coiled in him as he came closer, his tall frame towered over me, intimidating, making me feel tiny, his jaws gritted together, “Oh sorry, princess,” he snickered, “I didn’t bring you to a huge golden castle, with ponies and rainbows, is that what you expected? You want to sleep outside in the cold? Do it, whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care.”

His arms trapped me, a tree hit my back, when I took a step back, trying to escape inevitable.

“You—,” my pathetic whisper split the hot air between us, and I felt a tear running down my cheek, then I came back to my senses, finding my voice, wiping it off with my fingers, “You don’t have a fucking right to talk to me like that,” I shoved him into his chest, he didn’t budge, disappointment washed over me at him and myself, my parents, my life, “Did I do something to you that I am unaware of? It’s not my fault I was born there and you weren’t, I didn’t fucking choose it,” my fists collided with his chest again, he kept standing still, snatching my wrists, his gaze darkened with rage contrasting with his touch, which was too gentle for our fighting, “Stop being jealous of the life you have never experienced, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows as it seems to you,” I raised my voice, “It’s not my money JJ, its my parents’, they don’t even want me home anymore, I’m just as broke as—“ I stopped, my hands dropped to my sides, I bit my lip, tears streamed down my face and my stomach churned, “Why are you helping me anyways, didn’t you just say you don’t care?” I caught a glimpse of something what looked a lot like guilt in his eyes, they weren’t dark anymore. “You don’t have to do it because John B told you so, I’m not going to run to him complaining,“ I licked my dry lips and noticed his eyes darting to my mouth, puffed and red from crying, his chest heaved and so did mine, his close presence made it hard to breathe and the words just stuck in my throat, “What did I do that you detest me that much?” the words were quiet. Hurt crossed my face and stung my eyes.

His head dropped down and his shoulders shook with laughter, not a mocking one, delusional, “You don’t know anything about me,” he gripped my wrists tighter, like he was scared to let go of me, “About my family,” I felt his body stiffen, “You’re the one to talk, keeping secrets from your friends? Did you tell them about your family? No? Of course you didn’t. Because it embarrasses you. Acting all tough, huh? You’re all ‘nothing can ever hurt me and I’ll bite you back if you say a word to me’ but it’s all just an act and you’re just a scared little girl.”

I slapped his cheek, red coloured his skin and he run a palm across his face soothingly.

It was about months of insults, arguments and frustration in our lives, “You don’t know anything about me either.”

“I know more than you think I do.”

I held my breath, silence stretched out, he was so close I could feel his warm breathing on my cheek. We were alone in the dark, two shades on the wall, highlighted by a single lantern standing a few feet away from us.

“You know what,” I laughed, it was an exasperated laugh, “Fuck you, JJ.” “In your dreams.”

“You’re the last person in the world to show up in my dreams, Maybank.”

“Is that so?” He moved closer, his whisper ghosted my lips and his head was bent so he could have a proper look of my face, heavy palm grabbed the back of my neck, holding me captive. I stared up at him, my palms were clammy and my lips parted. He shifted his hips, hard bulge brushed my lower abdomen, eliciting a moan, which I desperately tried to suppress. My knees gave in. He grinned, satisfied with my response, “Is that so, princess?” he repeated, eyes darting between my eyes and my lips. My stomach burned with desire, but I wasn’t going to make any move. Enemies. That’s where we stood, from the day one.

As if he sensed it, he took a step back, taking an audible breath in, then out, my body suddenly cold, like there’s something missing. “Come on,” he fished out the keys, “My dad is home,” he turned back to look at me, “If you hear any noise don’t be scared, but I don’t want him to see you. Stay in my room.”

Strong smell of alcohol hit my senses, when I stepped over the threshold. The house was dark and I heard his dad snoring, I tried to look around and get used to the dark, but JJ yanked my my arm, pushing me through the door, slamming it shut from behind. Click. A dim light stretched over us, his bedside lamp casted a shallow glow, “You sleep on the bed, I’ll take the floor.” He wasn’t himself, pacing across the room, taking his cap off and slicking his hair back, I frowned, hesitating, “JJ?” He didn’t spare me a glance. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. The bathroom is there,” he pointed at the white wooden door, which looked old, “Do you need anything else?” “Could you maybe,” I licked my lips, swallowing hard, “Could you lend me a shirt?” He only gave me a nod in agreement. Drawer opened, he grabbed white shirt, with a tiny pocket on the left, “This okay?” “Yeah,” I whispered, taking it from him and walking to the bathroom, feeling the unbearable tension in the room and it wasn’t the same as outside. It was heavier, uncertainty filled the room, I almost felt unwelcome.

When I came back, I saw him changing the sheets for me, “You didn’t have to—“ I crossed my legs and hugged my elbows, his head swivelled back, blue eyes skimmed my legs and my thighs, my face and my messy hair. Me in his shirt. It didn’t feel odd. It should have. I tried for a faint smile, but he kept playing the silent game.

“I don’t want you to sleep on the floor,” I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him mushing the pillow.

“Are you trying to get me to sleep with you?” He cracked a grin, but it was an effort.

“No, you jerk,” I slapped his arm playfully, “You can take one side of the bed, I’ll build a wall with pillows between us and everyone is okay.”

“I don’t have that many pillows.”

“Just stay on your side of the bed then.” “This whole damn bed is mine,” he chuckled, taking his shirt over his head, muscles flexed and I bit my tongue, looking away before he caught me, “So I can use whatever side.” I rolled my eyes and crawled over the mattresses, his bed stood against the wall and I used the farthest side, so I won’t accidentally fall down while sleeping. His shirt rode up, baring my ass and I hoped with everything I had that he was watching, I didn’t dare to look. He used the bathroom and joined me in bed, sprawling on his back, hands behind his head, I turned on my side to face the wall, listening to our breathing.

The sound of someone yelling outside woke me up, the room was pitch black and I found myself snuggled to a male chest, my nose almost buried into the warm skin. I let out a drowsy groan, nuzzling his neck. I was so sleepy I didn’t comprehend any actions I’ve made. An arm caught me and pushed me closer by my waist.

I woke up alone, sunlight warmed my skin and I patted back a yawn, exploring the room with my eyes. Pictures hung on the walls, it looked like dead butterflies glued to a sheet of paper, curtains the colour of sand were draped over the window, a closet, a stack of books and papers on the floor, world map stretched on the wall in front of me, there was a table and a chair and hangers on the door, that was shut. I didn’t hear water running, so JJ must have been out of the room.

I grabbed my clothes, pushing his shirt over my head, standing in nothing but my panties, with my back facing the door, that’s when Blue Eyes came in, “Damn, I thought you’d use the bathroom.”

“No need,” I muttered, dragging my shorts up my thighs. Our eyes met, he brought a cup of tea, sat it on the wooden desk and closed the door behind him again, “That’s—“ he pointed at the cup, “Your breakfast. Couldn’t find anything else.”

“Well, it’s something,” I took the cup, taking a sip, thankful for some warm liquid for my stomach, “Listen—“ I dropped down on the bed again, looking at the floor, fiddling with a teabag label, “Is there any chance I could stay here tonight? Only one more night.”

“Okay.”

The day wasn’t anything special, we spent most of the time outside, talking, swimming and bathing in sunlight. Kie and Sarah left early and I stayed with the guys, referring to ‘someone has to look after them’. I made them meal and we had a cute dinner, just the four of us. I found my forgotten plain black dress at the Chateau and changed, grateful for some fresh clothes.

I doodled dreamily in an old notebook, resting on the couch in John B’s house, while the boys tried to fix a bike, too caught up in spares and mechanisms. I heard footsteps coming in my direction, my head shot up and I saw Maybank walking toward me, “Take the keys,” he stretched a fist out to me, “I’ll be there later,” he propped them in my palm and leaned closer, “Listen carefully, twist the lock to the left twice, when you enter go straight to my room and stay there, wait for me.”

His tone was sharp and serious, a shiver ran through me, “Okay,” I shoved the notepad aside, not asking any further questions.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” I leaned against the doorframe, putting my shoes on, “Good luck with—“ I pointed at the pile of metal in front of me, “This.” “Do you want us to walk you?” “No, it’s not too late, I’ll be fine, you have fun,” I turned on my heels and shoed to JJ’s house, feeling his gaze lingering on me as I walked.

I did as he said. The room stood brighter today, the sun already sat down, but the skies were still peach orange, lighting the insides of the house. When I came in, I stopped cold, JJ’s dad sat on the couch in the darker corner, drinking, he noticed me too.

“Who the fuck are you?”

I swallowed thickly, clutching the keys in my hand, “I’m uh—“ I saw him standing and my stomach twisted in fear, “I’m JJ’s friend,” I replied firmly.

“Well he is not home.”

“I know.”

He was closer, my spine hit the wall, I could smell the reek of alcohol and smoke. My breath caught, when he pressed an arm towards my throat, “What did you come here for then? Are you a fucking thief?” He pressed me harder, rage in his eyes, his free arm braced over the wall.

“Let go of me,” I rasped, trying to shove his arm away, but he was seriously built, twice as big as me and strong, too strong. I felt dizzy, my fists and jaws clenched, I tried to push him with my leg, but he caught it.

“Let go of her.”

The door squeaked, a shadow appeared and jerked a man away from me. My knees bent and I slid down the wall, coughing, “Get in the room! Now,” JJ’s yell was muffled in my ears, but I gathered myself together and pawed for the door handle, hiding myself inside.

His room looked the same as it did this morning, shirt neatly folded next to the pillow I slept on, except it wasn’t calm and peaceful anymore. I heard painful grunts and bodies hitting the furniture. My body tensed, I was scared. He was alone out there and his dad was fucking mental.

Minutes passed, the noise faded and the door opened. Blue Eyes walked in, shutting the door and clicking the lock.

I leapt up to my feet, my gaze moved to the wound on his lip, he lost his hat and his hair was a total mess, knuckles busted.

“What did I tell you?” his eyes locked with mine as he shortened the distance between us, his voice rough and persistent, “What did I tell you?” he repeated louder this time, breathing hard, he was a step away from me, I suddenly felt small. Involuntary I reached for his cheek, slight stubble prickled my skin as I rubbed a soothing line under his wounded lip, he seized my wrist, his other arm yanked me close, “Fuck, why do you have to be so stubborn all the time?” And then, I tasted his lips on mine.

It was rough and explosive, like every damn fight we have ever had. His palm closed at the back of my neck, guiding my head, holding me close.

“You’re supposed to hate me,” I rasped, too caught up in sensation of his insistent mouth. My hands clutched his shirt while I stared at him.

“I do,” his lips crushed with mine again, his tongue exploring my mouth. The kiss deepened, his teeth sharp and hungry, closed on my bottom lip and I pressed him further into me, biting him back in response. He hissed, I smiled, satisfied.

He smelled like mint and salty ocean air. I hated how much I loved it, how right it felt to kiss him. A moan escaped me, when he shifted his hips, hard bulge brushed my stomach and my knees gave in. Just like yesterday, when we were outside.

“If I touch you right—“ his hand skimmed the back of my thigh, fingers grazed the hem of my panties veering to my stomach, “There,” thumb traveled lower, his touch left a liquid fire on its way, and as abruptly as he began, he snatched his hand away, “Am I gonna find you wet?”

I held my breath, gripping his shirt in my palms, “You, jerk.”

“One day, this mouth of yours is gonna get you into trouble.”

He pushed my dress over my head, leaving me in my panties. I did the same with his shirt, his shorts followed. His necklace hung over his neck, mesmerising, it did add something to the way he looked. His boxers were tight and tailored and I could tell I wasn’t the only one who was turned on.

He grabbed me by my waist, walking us to the bed, our lips locked in another lustful kiss. My head went dizzy, the events happening minutes ago in the living room dissipated and it was just me and him, us on his bed, naked, full of desire, hate and pain mixed together, molded into a perfect ball of emotion.

JJ leaned against the backrest, I stood by the edge of the bed, watching him with half lidded eyes, his gaze ran across my body, he licked his lips, arms stretched out and caught me, swivelling over his knees, making me straddle his lap, we were close again.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered into his mouth, shifting my hips, wrenching a low growl from the back of his throat, his grip on me tightened, squeezing my ass, my clit brushed his cock and I took a sharp inhale.

“I know.”

He dropped another kiss on my lips, his mouth skewed to my chin, my throat, forcing me to bend my head back, my lips parted, my arms held onto his shoulders for support, while I pushed my hips back and forth.

He chuckled, his laugh rumbled through my body, “Can’t get enough of me, can you?” he teased the spot below my ear, making me indulge. Fingers roamed my spine, sending shivers all over my skin.

“Shut up,” I said breathless, ruffling his hair, wanting more of what he could give me. My eyes went wide at the unexpected jolt of pleasure, his thumb pressed my clit, lips still devouring my neck. I was sure by the time we finally let go of each other I might be having hickeys. Spoiler alert: I did have them.

“Make me.” That bastard. I rolled onto one side, taking my panties off, throwing them onto the bedside lamp, his eyes followed the movement, he could read the eagerness on my face. I expected him to laugh, he didn’t. Instead, he pinned me down, looming over me, holding me hostage by my wrist, parting my legs with his knee. His eyes turned molten, “It’s a good way to shut me up,” he murmured, “But you—” he grinned mockingly “You will be screaming.”

My eyes narrowed, he crawled lower, his warm breath met the skin of my stomach, “My dad is behind that door,” his head jerked towards the entrance, heavy palms pushed my legs further apart and I felt the wet touch of his tongue on my cunt. I slapped my mouth, trying to shut myself, which didn’t help much, a loud cry invaded the room and I felt him smiling. He licked me rough, lips wrapped around my skin sucking leisurely, avoiding the spot where I needed him the most, “Oh fuck you,” I reached for his hair, tugging the ashy blond strands upward while his tongue delved deeper, flicking faster, “Oh, you will.”

I bit my lip so hard, I could sense coppery taste, he grabbed my ass and dragged me closer, I felt his nose brush my stomach, his eyes burned into mine with an intensity that made my blood boil, pleasure swirled through me, my hips thrusted up, he held me down, sucking my clit relentlessly. I squirmed and whimpered, wanting him to stop and never stop, “JJ—“

He growled, sending vibrations through my core, making me come harder. When he thought I’ve had enough, he let go of me, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm, the movement more sexual than it should be. He propped himself up on his elbows facing me, “Have you been fantasising about this? About me eating you out? Because I sure as hell have and I have to tell you, baby,” his hand reached down, finger slid inside me and I gasped, our eyes fixed on each other, “My fantasies are nothing compared to this,” another finger joined in, stretching me out. He curled them, eliciting a cry from me, “Now come again, so I can watch.”

He pulled in and out, thumb joined to rub my clit and I clenched, “Come on, princess,” his other hand came to play with my breast, “Show me how much you hate me,” he caught my nipple between the rough pads of his fingers and pinched it, hard, “Let it all out,” his fingers worked magic on me, bringing me closer to another release, “You remember when you came out of the bathroom in my shirt yesterday? When you flaunted your ass in front of me? I wanted to spank you so fucking hard for tempting me,” he rubbed my clit mercilessly, a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead. It was hard for him to hold back too.

I clung to his neck, feeling the knot in my stomach unraveling, my lips collapsed with his and I came. He swallowed all of my cries, my wetness coated his fingers and he retrieved them, dragging them down my inner thigh.

“Fuck, I hate you so much” I hissed, my heels caressed his calves, as I stared into the blue ocean of his eyes, that darkened with desire even more than before. Our bodies were highlighted by the dim glow, his chest rose up and down repeatedly, so did mine.

“But you can’t resist me,” he inched closer and kissed me more. Fuck, we kissed a lot, and each one of them left me breathless.

“Neither can you,” I bit his lip, earning a low sound from him, my fingers gripped the waistband of his underwear and I pushed them down, his cock jutted straight up, so hard, it looked painful. I stroked it deliberately, making him groan. He pinned my wrists again, pressing himself against me, teasing me back, making me whimper. We loved to torment each other, before — with insults, right now — by teasing.

“Get on all fours.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“You can do that or I’ll bend you myself.”

I smiled and waited, daring him to try, “Do it.” He did, oh god, he did. He moved swiftly, flipping me onto my stomach and lifting me halfway up, his elbow met my back and he made me arch like a damn cat, my ass up, my head low on the mattress, cheek pressed against the pillow. He locked my wrists together behind my back, his free hand slipped between my legs and circled my clit, wrenching a gasp from me, “What was that you were saying?” Fingers brushed my slit, his cock, hot and hard pressed my ass cheek, his body caging mine, “You’re fucking soaking,” thumb pushed inside me halfway, “You want something, you ask nicely.” He wanted me to beg.

The teasing became unbearable, but I wasn’t gong to give in that easily, “I won’t beg you, Maybank.”

He chuckled, his hand left my cunt, instead the tip of his cock nudged it, stroking, pushing in just an inch, then out, “Beg me, princess, beg me to fuck you.”

“No,” I yanked my wrists with no success, clenching my fists as I tried to grind back, but he backed away.

Fuck him and me and the whole damn situation.

He released my wrists, palm closed on my throat and he tugged me, his breath was in my ear, lips brushed the sensitive spot, which made me shudder, “You have to make everything difficult, don’t you?”

Hips flexed and he thrusted into me in one hard push. I was so wet I barely felt the friction, but he filled me so perfectly I moaned, loud, so fucking loud I thought people on the other coast heard me. He fucked me sharp and rough, and deep, so deep I could feel him in my stomach. He held me by my hip, his other hand came to play with my breasts. My nipples were tight and aching for attention, he pinched one and I buried my face into the pillow, biting down on it to prevent from screaming.

“Silent now? You always have so much to say, what happened?” I lifted my head up, looking over my shoulder, “I fucking hate you.”

“I’m counting on it.”

His next thrust was savage, pure emotion, his thumb found my clit and pressed it, sending a burst of pleasure, “Come on now,” he flipped me onto my back, diving down, whispering into my ear, “Beg me to make you come.”

I clenched and he growled, bending my knees and propping my legs over his shoulders, his eyes moved to my parted lips and back to my eyes, he slid into me again, so slow I wanted to strangle him. When I didn’t give in, he eased his thrusts and I cried in protest, scraping my nails down his arms. I tried to roll my hips, but he pulled away, “Ugh,” I groaned in frustration, cupping his chin, “I need you to fuck me, JJ. Make me come,” I bucked my hips, teasing his abdomen with the lightest touch of my fingers, “Please,” I whispered, “Please,” I kissed him and he started fucking me with full force again. “See, it wasn’t that hard, was it?” I sobbed, my legs wrapped around his huge body, my heels dug into his lower back, while he kept pounding, “You feel so fucking good,” he rasped and I clenched again, feeling my high approaching, “Taking my cock so well,” he rubbed my clit in steady circles and I buried my face into his shoulder, biting the marble skin, getting drunk on his dirty words.

“If only I knew, I would have taken you here the first day I met you,” he fucked me and fucked me, until there was nothing left from both of us.

Face in the crook of his neck and I shook in my silent release. His cock jerked, my ripples didn’t stop spurring him to come. He spilled inside me, hot thick cum filled me in. My spine arched off the bed, my chest met his chest and my nails scratch a path down his back. It was our first time fucking but he was so addictive, we have just finished but I already craved more.

He pulled out, lifting his weight off of my body, rolling to the side, and I eased my knees together, trying to get back to my stable consciousness.

The realisation hit me, I just fucked JJ Maybank — my enemy, a crew friend, a jerk who threw the most stupid insults at me.

“Oh my god,” I hid my face in my arms in case the embarrassment bloomed on my cheeks, “What have we done?”

“We fucked,” he concluded, flipping me onto the other side so I could face him, fingers pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and we stared at each other in silence.

“Your lip looks bad,” I said, the silence that stretched wasn’t awkward, but I decided to cut it anyways.

“It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before,” he pulled my closer by my hip, our legs tangled together. The tips of my fingers drew patterns on his chest, my eyes half closed, studied the movements I made.

“I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t want you to.”

“I see the asshole is back,” I looked up at him, a lazy smile curled oh his lips.

“He never left.”

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feuqueerfire · 2 years ago

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Yin and War Interviews and Videos

Like some other pairing's Interview Content Indexes I made, here's some for YinWar because I feel like maybe I'll watch a bunch of their content

Watched

[Aug 13] DAN - น้อยแต่��าก (Daybed) [Official MV] - saw a tiktok with clips from this, cute

[Aug 14] ANAN WONG: หยิ่นหยาง EP.2 | แผนแกล้งมาเรียน แต่เนียนตลบหลังคุณ “วนรัตน์” - ep 2 of Yin's channel and ummmm it's about drawing but apparently War sells NFTs and talks about them here and shit, so no thanks, didn't finish watching

ANAN WONG: หยิ่นหยาง EP.4 | โชคชะตาเป็นใจ ดลอะไรให้มาเจอกัน!!? - they go wakeboarding and it's cute; there's a little schtick that they met each other there just by chance lol

[Fave] ANAN WONG: หยิ่นหยาง EP.9 | ปิกนิกเปิดใจ! ใครเสียน้ำตา!? - this was really interesting! It's a New Year's episode, they talk about the past year 2021 and War even cried. They talked about how they felt when they couldn't go to work, the uncertainty of whether Love Mechanics will even happen, and War considering leaving the industry (?). It's interesting to hear, especially from actors who aren't part of GMMTV and don't have the backing or resources of a big company or the near certainty that they'll get jobs even if it's side roles. Yin/War aren't very fanservicey in these videos but it was interesting here how often they mentioned the word 'work'

ANAN WONG: หยิ่นหยาง EP.10 | แก๊งภัยสังคมรวมตัว! วันของหยิ่นมันต้องยิ่งใหญ่!! - Yin graduation! Cute to see his uni friends who aren't actors or anything, also cute to see him interact with the fans (they were very orderly in the video)

Love Mechanics OST | หวานเกินไป (Too Sweet) - Bonnadol (youtu.be) - Freaking cute I don't wanna let Vee/Mark go T.T also funny with Mark stuffing the cotton candy in his face + slapping Vee in revenge lol

หยิ่นหยาง EP.13 | สามทหารเสือเที่ยวทะเลกระบี่ ใครไม่ปวดหัว [...] - Yin + some other people (P'Aun, Go, War, Prom) go on vacation. I wish I was at a beach

[Fave] หยิ่นหยาง EP.20 | "พลอยวี" ย้อนวัยให้ดู สมัยจีบกันเค้าทำอย่างงี้!! - Yin and Perth video where they play as Vee and Ploy and show us the sweetness of their 3 years! I was grinning throughout the whole video fr. @ 7:40 Vee says "Let's go kha" and Ploy says "Let's go khap" and it's soo good to me. Also, they discuss Vee and Ploy's relationship, how they feel about each other, the cheating aspect, and I really like these opinions from the actors and how they understand the characters.

[Aug 15] "กลรักรุ่นพี่" กลับมาทั้งที จะไม่ React ได้ไง | กลรักรีแอค EP.1 ft Yin + War - I didn't know Yin thought it was hard to ride the motorcycle and that he fell many times

พลอย-วี มารีแอคชั่น "กลรักรุ่นพี่" | กลรักรีแอค EP.4 ft Perth + Yin - goddamn this was a sad ass episode

[Aug 16] WAR WANARAT: วอร์คราฟ Level.2 🎮 | แรงดึงดูดน่ารู้ แต่ยูอะน่ารัก! - @ 4:30 Yin says "Kha rak aaeng(?)" to mean I love you as a pun, so I don't think he uses Kha as I pronoun but can't tell if he uses Aaeng as the you pronoun for War or not. @ 5:00 War uses Khun for the you pronoun to Yin but is that the one he uses always? Research continues on to discover which You pronouns they use for each other. I'm pretty sure they generally use Pom for I pronouns. Wait ?? @ 9:10 Yin says "You are sad" as a pun and uses the pronon Meung and I can't tell if it's part of the pun or not like does hea sometimes casually call War who is older than him meung??? Anyway, I think in general they both use Pom/Khun and idk whether that's normal or interesting among other BL ships with the same age composition or with nonceleb Thai people of the same age dynamics. Also, Yin looked good in this

WAR WANARAT: วอร์คราฟ Level.14 🎮 | เปิดโลกอัพสกิลสารพัดอาหารป่า กินเลือดงูเห่า!! - War and Prom go to a restaurant to eat exotic meats like snake, ostrich, etc. Also, they talk a bit about Nuea and Mark, together and as separate characters (this is where War depends Mark waiting)

[Aug 16] WxY Ep.1 | ระหว่างขนมหวานกับหยิ่นวอร์ อะไรจะหวานกว่ากัน?? - Bro I’m dead, this is the most fanservice I’ve seen them do and it feels like such a stark contrast to how casual and friendly they are in their own Youtube videos from late 2021-2022 lol I see them say completely outta pocket shit on tiktok clips and was like wow where even are they like that since they’re not like that in their own youtube videos but now i see. Although the fanservice was still like... jokey and funny, so not going the “we’re real” route at least.” Also, Yin used P’War once and also called him Nong once for teasing and that’s my pronouns research for this episode

Love Mechanics novel: idk when but probably around this date, I downloaded Meb and the sample 25%. I only skimmed it and was honestly mostly just curious about how the first sex scene was in the novel. Also, first person just isn’t for me anymore I think, especially about romance.

[Aug 17] [FAVE] WxY Ep.3 | หยิ่นวอร์ออกเดทเติมความหวาน - bro this is like crackfic except it’s like crackfanservice. Them also losing it multiple times in the middle of the fanservice is hilarious too. it’s the one where Yin draws stick figure War with 3 legs, they have Nong Walter, the snake and ladders game.

WxY Ep.6 | หยิ่นวอร์ เผ็ดนี้แพ้ไม่ได้ โจ๊ะ โจ๊ะ - eating spicy food and crying. I wanna eat street fuchka and cry but be unable to stop eating cuz it’s so good

Laneige Weekend with YinWar EP.01 | ขี่ช้างจับรัก พักใจกับหยิ่นวอร์ - With elephants.

Laneige Weekend with YinWar EP.02 | ร้อนขนาดนี้ เอาอะไรมาหวาน!? - that ice cream land

[Aug 18] Laneige Weekend with YinWar EP.03

[Aug 19] Laneige Weekend with YinWar EP.04

Love Mechanics Director's Cut - Watched the ending of ep 2 and start of ep 3, both of which I’d actually watched already from tiktoks lol

[Aug 22] [Fave] Laneige Weekend with YinWar EP.06 | น่านโยกโยก ไปน้ำตก แต่โดนตกไม่รู้ตัว - Where they go to the waterfall. Been wanting to watch it since the “P’War’s gone :< Ai’War!!” tiktok.

[Aug 23] ENOFLOVE CHANNEL กลรักรีแอค EP.10 Love Mechanics Reaction Ep 10 with Yin/War. How do they manage to watch the after-credits scene with other people? I get embarrassed just watching them watch it. Anyway, episode 10 has like a compilation of their cute scenes with a song bg at the very end after the after-credits and it reminded me just how cute Vee/Mark are. Also I can’t remember but somewhere around after halfway, after seeing idk Mark be worried about or be annoyed with Vee, Go asked in a fanservice-y way to Yin like “Do you scold War when he comes home late, Yin?” and Yin just furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and didn’t answer. Very interesting how Yin/War switch between a lot of fanservice, jokey fanservice, and no romantic fanservice depending on the situation/the people asking them for the fanservice.

[Aug 24] Laneige Weekend with YinWar EP.07

[Aug 26] Laneige Weekend with YinWar EP.08 Shoot an MV + eat unique ice cream + a Q & A quiz. Cute tiktok from it

[Aug 27] [FAVE] 20210505 Shopee Live: YinWar CUT | LM workshop + P'Vee vs. N'Mark: Found because of this Reddit post where Yin discusses his acting and how feels about Vee. I love getting to hear more about characters from the actors and both War (like in War’s youtube channel Level 14 w Prom) and Yin seem to have deep understanding of them. I agree with him that Mark isn’t so innocent and kind either and Vee certainly has issues that make him the way he is. Still, I’m not Team Vee, I’m just Team MarkVee Being Cute and Endearing

[Aug 28] Laneige Weekend with YinWar EP.09: Just the part where they put on makeup on P’Go and talked with him

[Aug 29] Laneige Weekend with YinWar EP.10: didn’t finish watching bc it seemed boring, rip since it’s their last of the season. Won’t watch the specials with OhmNanon because I saw someone say it was awkward and I can’t deal with that

[Aug 30] “เอิร์ท-มิกซ์” VS “หยิ่น-วอร์” พิชิตภารกิจลับ! | E.M.S EARTH - MIX SPACE EP.17: Funny to have Earth calling Mix nu and ter while Yin/War are using khun pronouns with each other lol Especially because the two ships use khun with each other (like Earth uses khun when referring to Yin or War), so the formality in terms of you pronouns between Yin and War is the same as Earth and War lol I’m seriously just so fascinated by Yin/War using khun. Anyway, this was cute and fun ^.^

[Sep 1] พื้นที่หาทำ EP.5 Supalai: Cute recent video that only had Thai subs, so I had to use the extension that transforms one cc to another language cc. The tiktoks from this are cute tiktok 1 tiktok 2

[FAVE] PARTNER IN CRIME - YINWAR: dude a heist bl trailer directed by P’Jojo just for a concert? give me more

To Watch

Love Mechanics Behind The Scenes

En of Love: Love Mechanics

ไม่ใช่ไม่รู้สึก - Tom Isara [Official MV]

หยิ่นหยาง EP.22 - YinWar on Yin’s Channel

They talk about pronouns here https://youtu.be/IF9Vn00qsrQ?t=149

#yinwar #tracking

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wtfevenismypage · 4 years ago

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Pro Fighter

request: Hi, i have a request. Spencer x reader or bau team x reader where she gets kidnapped but no one knows that she was trained in the red room. The unsub live streams it to the bau team and *cue the black widow interrogation scene from avengers (2012)* and they are just whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck lmao. The ending is up to you, sorry if the request is a bit messy.

Warnings: Fighting, Cursing, Shook team

A/N:Guys I’m so bad at writing fight scenes it isn’t even funny, i’m better at making peoples hearts ache from fluff or angst! But I tried my best! This definitely isn’t my best work btw

Shit.

You woke up with a booming headache and a sharp pain in your ankle.

Looking around, the light is dim. A single hung light-bulb on the wooden panels of the ceiling. The smell is horrible, but you know what it is once you look around. Dead cows dangling from the ceiling. Rotting.

A camera is placed in front of you. The unsub is either streaming to the dark web, or to your team. Probably your team to drag them into his trap.

“Well well well, look at you! Finally awake huh sweet girl?”

A low, raspy voice spits out, walking out of the shadows and standing right behind the camera.

Tall, big gut, greasy black hair, and a rotten toothed smile.

“Good evening Mr. Meyer.”

He smiles, showing off his moldy yellow teeth.

“The rest of your friends are watching by the way. So unless you want a world of pain I advise not dropping any hints. In fact, don’t speak at all.”

You repress the urge to smirk, and you look directly in the camera, before feeling a wet trickle down your forehead.

Blood.

“Damn. I’m off my game today. I blame you Morgan. You kept yapping and yapping last night and I never got any sleep.”

The man seemed to not like you talking to them. He frowns, stomping forward and grabbing you by the hair. He yanks your face up and you can only hope that Garcia isn’t looking.

“Don’t talk to them sweet girl. I want your attention.”

He let’s go, crouching in front of you. His breath stenches of rotten fruit and eggs.

“Now then, since you are going to die tonight, figure I might as well have fun and tell you a story beforehand.”

You almost sigh, knowing that the team is scrambling to find you, but you have to get information. Of course you weren’t worried. You were raised in the red room for your entire childhood. Fighting on a sprained ankle and a concussion would probably hurt, but it would be alright. You would survive.

As long as you don’t get too terribly hurt.

“Once upon a time. There was a little boy.”

He stands, raising a hand and smacking you across the face. It stings, leaving a searing red feeling on your cheek, nearing your eye.

“This little boy had a father who had a lot of anger. His father brought women home every night, killing them slowly, like I’m doing to you.”

Another slap.

“But what father didn’t know, is that his precious son watched from afar, admiring the work he did. I am taking my father’s place in this world. His legacy will continue with me!”

He delivers a harsh punch to your stomach, making you groan and curl over, shutting your eyes tightly.

Alright time to end this guy.

“His legacy huh? You wanna make him proud? You won’t get the chance.”

You lean back in your chair as he leans in, smashing your head against his and knocking him back, standing up in the chair and spinning to hit him with the chair, breaking it in the process.

He stumbles on the ground for a moment before getting up, running straight at you. You hop up, landing on his shoulders and bashing at his head with his elbows as he tries desperately to beat your lower back and thighs.

“You fucking bitch!”

You continue to bash his head in with your elbows until he stumbles to the ground, passing out on top of you.

“Hey guys, you find out where I am yet? Because I have no fucking clue.”

You turn to the camera, wiping at the blood staining your dress shirt.

Meanwhile, the team was still trying to process what happened.

“Did anyone else see that? She just took down a 379 pound man who’s twice her size by herself. Did we- did we teach her that?”

“No we did not. Let’s hope she tells us what that place is or we’ll never get to question that.”

“Alrighty what do we have here? It looks like a butcher place? Or whatever you call them. Ummmm, There’s a whole lot of dead cow. He couldn’t have taken me far. The clock on the camera says it’s only been twenty minutes. I’m sure you guys have questions but I am getting tired of the scent of rotten meat, please hurry.”

“Garcia, Find her.”

“Already there, got two Butchery’s Within a fifty mile radius, go get my girl please.”

They split up into two teams, Rossi, Morgan, and Spencer on one team, while Hotch and Prentiss were on the other.

You busied yourself on the floor, tying the man up with the rope that was previously tied around your limbs.

Your entire body ached with the feeling of his fists beating you up before you had woken up.

“Ugh... My head is killing me...”

Your brain was throbbing from under your skull, the pain worst at the sight of your bloody gash. It was overwhelming. You could feel the way your mind so desperately wanted to shut itself down, but you couldn’t let it until they got you safe and sound.

There was a loud rapping on the large door from outside, an aggressively familiar voice following it.

“FBI agents put your hands up! We’re coming in!”

“It’s me Morgan, unsub is unconscious and alive.”

The door opens, Revealing three of your favorite agents. A smile on your face as their guns return to the holsters. Morgan rushes up to you, holding your head and checking to see how bad the injury is.

“Well my pro fighter, you have a whole lot of explaining to do when we get to Quantico.”

You shrug, wrapping an arm around his and Reid’s shoulders for support to walk.

“Yeah well, I might pass out so it can wait.”

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simmonsized · 2 years ago

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Hehe it’s okay, I expected that to happen since it just came out.

Anyway, wanna give us a Bro Strider relationship status update with people he has interacted with so far in this fic?

(WARNING FROM FUTURE ME: this post is VERY long. I'm SO sorry.)

LFKSFJ:IJF:OWIJW:O THE WAY YOU HAVE WORDED THIS IS SO FUNNY

i honesty don't know where to start with this guy LOL ummmm i will be honest we could be here literally all day. it's kind of hard to get into the idea of explaining this without stating exactly how far we've come but it really has come from "my god if only i could be alone for five fucking years wow what a world" to "my god if only i could be alone for five fucking seconds jesus christ" SO. not that much of an improvement but. an improvement!

i'm going to do this in bullet points slap-dashed real quick and dirty like bc there are SO many of them (<- second note from future me this was my hubris talking) (ps i got bro meta all mixed up in there i'm so sorry)

PREFACE: i think a lot of what comes across as "gentle" early bro strider stems from like, well u know all the fucked up shit with his soul, kind of slowly reanimating from Machine to Human Again, Dirk Strider (Bro Strider) with a Purpose, a single-minded idea of how things Have to Be, to a place where "i shouldn't be here i was supposed to be done and now i'm not sure how to proceed"

not to quote my own fic but this is a lot of our starting point:

"Your technique was a major shit show.” “Yeah, I’m starting to realize that now.” “Kinda surprising you didn’t realize it sooner.” It’s not, really. “Yeah, I--” He cuts himself off and you tense up, watch the lines of his shoulders for movement. “I don’t know.”

The point here was never, "Bro Strider is an Irredeemable Monster", but it was also never going to be "Bro Strider feels bad about what he did" because to start, he most definitely fucking doesn't. LOL. I think he saw the way he raised Dave as a necessity, and that it was the most logical path to follow, and that it never mattered if either of them liked it (i don't think bro liked much of anything back then, except for puppets lmao) because it was the path of least resistance with the highest likelihood for success. (I will not get into the way homestuck sets us up like it's a master-apprentice anime joke only to shit on people about it later, because i already made that whole post abt bro and dave and shit u know.) I see him very much the way we see early Dirk Strider, before his disaster with Jake, back when he really thought that pushing his friends to be their "Best Selves" was doing them a favor. Take that as you will.

From here we see Bro change from Before (purpose) to After (lack of purpose, no sense of self) and this influenced a lot of the way i ended up writing him. Which! basically he starts defaulting to how he raised Dave before training because he has. Absolutely no fucking clue how to handle Dave now that they're not strifing anymore, now that there's no game to train for. (Bro would rather he was not anything, anymore but. we won't get into that.)

ANYWAY

Dave(no-longer-a-sprite): a lot of their relationships started as ultra guilt-based on both ends. not from the past, but really just centering the part both of them played in Bro's death. i know we don't have canon proof of bro dying for davesprite but it's my world and i say he did bc it rly does make a weird amount of sense and follows my Guardian's Obligation to Keep Their Player Alive at All Costs. yes even doomed offshoots of their kid. ANYWAY. the two of them have benefited (yikes) from Dave's struggle with depression and his desperation not to let Bro's death be his fault (even though obviously it wasn't) and just their mutually weird "i was supposed to die but now i'm here. what do i do?" Dave didn't have the same revelation as Dave about all his shit with Bro, and he never had an outlet. He just internalized. But this also leads to our first apology! wow so early on and yet there are 50+ chapters that trail after it. It's almost like I believe that saying sorry is the first step or something! Basically their relationship went from revolving around death and a lack of purpose to the first kind of tentative, actual attempt at something of a familial relationship. I can't call Dave a trial run, because that's not fair, nor is it accurate, but Dave(sprite) is a more forgiving figure due to his isolation, and is more likely (not good) to forgive Bro his slip-ups than the other Dave. Also Dave says some alarming ass shit to him and I think that was probably something of a wake-up call for him, like a call to arms or somethin'. Basically, they are trying their best. Or I think they are! :)

Dave (not a sprite and never has been, this is why we call them apple and orange fellas): His relationship takes more effort and more time. Dave has a relationship with Dirk now, that is more positive than whatever he had with Bro (obviously) and it's not like he doesn't NEED Bro, because fuckssake they're still kids (you left a good ask about this but i forgot to answer because i'm a mess) and they need guardians but they're like. These two are the EPITOME of the concept of "you can love someone and want a relationship with them even if they hurt you so bad you can never forgive them." That is their baseline. It permeates every interaction. Dave is almost never not thinking about who Bro used to be, versus the way he's changed. He's jealous of Dave(sprite, for simplicity), he's jealous of Dirk, he's jealous of Old Dave, but he doesn't know how to ask for... whatever it is he wants! Not to mention Dave now has his own personal experience with Bro dying right in front of him, or preventing his death (sort of twice, i s'pose) and having a direct hand in that gave him a weird kind of catharsis, some kind of choice he never got to make as a thirteen-year old (and wouldn't have, anyway, as he confesses at some point). They are genuinely working some shit out. I just think it'll take more time.

Mom: Wow! His best friend from a past life where he was cruel and awful but also at one point may have had feelings and emotions and could have been a person but never so much as he wanted to be, and he's definitely jealous of her, and he also knows that she is imperfect, the same way all guardians tend towards a lack of perfection, but they balance each other out. They are both what I would call "opposite sides of the extreme" if u know what I mean. He is the most comfortable with her because he does not have to pretend, and does not have to be gentle, and she will take his shit because she wants to, and he doesn't want her to, but he can sort of.... She is the first person Bro Strider trusts again, I think. Or he wants to. I think he's just now starting to realize that maybe it's not all bullshit, when people believe in him.

Nanna Egbert (and Hass I spose): Resentment for a life that he was always supposed to leave vs the first adult who ever showed him kindness vs growing up mean and crooked vs the way that she forgives, so so easily, too easily. But he wants her to be proud of him but no he doesn't but yes he does. He would probably bend over backwards for Nanna to make her smile. He would also let Hass put him in a chokehold but only as long as it would take to fucking suplex him into a table. He would never admit to these residual attachments because they are all mixed up in who he used to be, and he doesn't know yet how to separate them from who he is trying to be now.

Dirk: I am not getting into my dirk vs bro vs dirk meta but it went from: This is just me and he is not a real person because he's me so who cares what i say to him -> He is me but now i see that he is also a person who reflects who i used to be and i don't like that -> i'm embarrassed -> I understand him and he understands me to a point and i REALLY don't like that -> beginning to see Dirk as his own person mixed up with "sometimes he's Dirk, sometimes he's you". Dirk meta. we could go all day.

Rose: I already made a whole post about Bro and Rose LOL. Rose wants something from Bro. Bro feels obligated because she's related to Roxy, but it's also maybe the first outside relationship where someone knows who he is from the start and still... appears to want to know him?

Roxy: Mom Lalonde Jr. Feels weirdly comfortable with her. Or at least less likely to snap at her. Thinks she's funny. Doesn't really know how to deal with kids sometimes but he tries, with her. She's kind of the only one (outside of u know).

Alpha Rose: Absolutely Not.

The other Guardians: Amused but tolerant. Annoyed but intrigued. Willing to put up with their bullshit from a sense of obligation he cannot explain and that frustrates him (it's just because they remind him of Nanna and Hass, he swears)

Alpha Dave (flavor: Pacific Cooler): Wow. We could be here for LITERALLY all day. No one has asked for my Bro vs Alpha Dave meta. I'd rather not get into it but alpha Dave was built as a reflection of Dave's worst traits but also as more of a direct parallel to Bro. They understand each other. They don't want to understand each other. Bro has basically gone from "wow who the FUCK is this douchebag it has been so long since i have met another adult who would probably kill someone without blinking" to "i guess he's okay." That is where we are, and doesn't that speak a thousand words.

Hal: It is not Hal's fault that their first interaction went so poorly. I know we don't talk about Cal as a juju but man fucked up ARquiussprite was all mixed up in there right. What the fuck. ANYWAY i think he has reached exasperation on a Dirkesian level with Hal, but also perhaps the beginnings of "oh he's a kid" and thus we have. Gestures to all of the black text in the new chapter. Bro thinks of himself as so far removed from the identity of "Dirk Strider" that he sometimes makes decisions other people would find "bad" and "not very good". Still, Hal is a kid. He knows Hal is a kid. He can kind of tell he's a lonely kid, even if he won't admit it (because Bro was a lonely kid, once upon a time.) I think he thinks Hal is annoying. Has no qualms about blocking him without a second thought. But he won't stop him from pestering him, either! :)

THIS IS UM. TOO LONG?????????????????? This is all i can think of i am sure i am missing someone but fuck me what a cast am i right.

#not even my longest post i think #lmfao who am i missing ummmm #the run and go fic #spoilers i guess #glad we are all at peace with the decision i made for hal this chapter lmfao no one has shaken me about it #SPOILERS I GUESS #the daves are orange apple and pacific cooler yes those are their official titles

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safertokiss · 4 years ago

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A/N: Hola my friends! This fic was my entry for the Secret Fic Swap I participated in with a couple of close friends on here and it was written and dedicated to @nerdgirljen. It was so much fun to write and thank you guys so much for all the support and love!

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: Fluff and SMUT

Word Count: 3.3k

ENJOY:)

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MASTERLIST

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Spencer had never really understood the concept of soulmates or love at first sight.

In his mind, it defied pretty much every scientific law about human interaction out there and was simply a coping mechanism for those who were romantically unlucky. At least that was what he had thought until a certain tech analyst walked through the BAU’s doors and into his life.

He was frozen. Totally and utterly enamored by the woman his eyes were currently attached to. He watched her stumble into the bullpen, a large box situated in her arms, seemingly impairing the entirety of her vision and coordination, evident by the way she kept bumping into things in her path. It wasn’t until she hit a particular desk corner and spilled the contents of the box, her belongings scattering across the floor, that Spencer broke out of his stupor and took action.

“Woah there, let me help you with that!”, he exclaimed, immediately rushing to her side and starting to collect some of the fallen items to put back into the box.

“Oh, thank you so much. Gah, this is so embarrassing. I promise you I’m not always this uncoordinated and clumsy”, she explained with a nervous chuckle. After everything was picked up and they both had stood up from their crouched positions, she hurriedly straightened out her skirt before outstretching her hand. “Hi, I’m Y/n.” She immediately noticed the slight panic that crossed his features at her gesture and was momentarily confused.

“I-uh-I kind of don’t, um, do the whole hand shaking thing. Yeah, uh, the number of pathogens spread through a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to...oh god I’m sorry you didn’t ask for a full-out science lesson. It’s, um, really nice to meet you, I’m Reid. Doctor. Spencer”, he sputtered out nervously.

Chuckling softly, Y/n retracted her hand, opting to instead lightly nudge his shoulder. “Well Reid Doctor Spencer, it’s nice to meet you too”, a teasing smile adorning her face as she spoke. Spencer quickly felt a warm blush spread across his features at the absurdity of his introduction.

“S-sorry about that. What I meant to say is that my name is-”

“Pretty boy!”

Both of their heads swiveled towards the sound, searching for the source, before landing on a man across the room.

“Hotch needs us in the briefing room. Stop flirting with the new girl and get your ass in here!” They watched him walk away chuckling before turning back to each other.

“Pretty boy huh? Well I guess it’s fitting, I mean you do have really nice cheekbones and dimples. And your eyes are kind of beautiful. Not that I ummmm-not that I think you’re beautiful or anything, it’s just uhhh...um...I’m gonna stop talking now.” Spencer could feel the blush returning to his features, watching the same happen to her, from the frenzied rambling that had just poured from her lips, but he found it endearing on her and quite honestly, really adorable.

“I-uh I gotta go, you know, um deal with that, but it was very nice meeting you”, he sputtered out, sending a small wave in her direction. She shyly giggled at his nervousness which was surely reflected on her end as well. “See ya around Reid Doctor Spencer.”

“Spencer. It’s um-it’s Spencer.”

“Spencer”, she repeated back softly, nodding him off with a gentle smile on her face.

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Spencer Reid was in love. The longer she was around him the more he realized he was completely and utterly in love with her, all of her. She was perfect in his eyes, intelligent, funny, a bit nerdy and just so adorable. The problem was just that he had absolutely no idea how to tell her how he felt. He had never really been the type to express his feelings to someone, especially to a girl as beautiful as Y/n.

The female species wasn’t exactly his strong suit and he was very aware of that fact, painfully aware. However, he stayed hopeful that someday soon he’d muster up the courage to express his affinity for her. Realizing that today was definitely not that day, Spencer tried to push his conflict to the back of his brain so he could try to get some work done. Not before noticing that Y/n was slightly late, though.

Less than a minute after he noticed her absence, she came bursting into the bullpen with the largest grin adorning her features, an obvious pep in her step. Spencer watched as she skipped over to the rest of the team who were gathered around Emily’s desk, close enough where he could pretty much hear the majority of the words exchanged and profile their reactions.

He heard JJ ask what was making her so chipper this morning, and he chuckled softly to himself as he heard her immediately start rambling about whatever had her so elated.

“Oh my god guys, you’ll never believe it! So a couple of weeks ago a good friend of mine asked me to help her with her website, because well...tech geek and all, so I got to mess around with all the software and went crazy! I was able to fiddle with the source code a bit and authorize a super high CRO and SEO to get her website out there. Not to mention all the growth hacking I was able to curate! Cool right?”

Y/n stopped to take a breath and noticed that the entirety of the team was staring at her with vacant expressions on their faces. She looked on with widened eyes as she asked, “What?”

“CRO?”, JJ questioned. Morgan awkwardly chuckled out a similar questioning tone, “SEO?” Of course that left Emily to bring up the rear. “Did I hear growth hacking in there?”

Her face scrunched up in confusion at all the questions that had just been hurled her way so suddenly. “Huh?”

“Baby girl we have absolutely no idea what any of the things you just mentioned are or what they do”, Morgan explained with a sympathetic smile on his face, as the other members nodded in agreement.

Spencer watched as Y/n’s face quickly morphed into one of utter disappointment at the knowledge that her colleagues had no clue what she was going on about. She had seemed so excited when she entered the bullpen earlier so he assumed she was probably very much looking forward to getting to talk all about it with her friends.

“Oh...that’s ok. Sorry for bothering you guys, sometimes I just get a little too excited and tend to ramble. I’ll um-I’ll talk to you guys later.” Y/n flashed them a small smile before making her way over to her desk, situated across the room near Spencer.

“Hey Spence”, she shyly waved as she passed, a deflated look on her face. Trying to lift her spirits at least a little, he returned her gesture with a huge grin and wave, happy to see her smile brighten a bit at his enthusiasm.

Once she was seated and facing away from him, he immediately found himself feeling overwhelmingly upset over her predicament. He hated seeing her look so defeated and down, she didn’t deserve to ever feel like that. She was simply too angelic for those kinds of feelings to permeate her mind.

Spencer wished more than anything that he knew what she was talking about so she could go to him. He’d let her ramble to him for hours on end if it meant he could listen to her melodic voice and see her beautiful face up close.

All of sudden Spencer slapped his hand against his head and groaned, “Of course you dipshit”, before pulling up a couple tabs on his computer.

For the next few hours his work was forgotten as he studied and learned pretty much everything there was to know about technical analysis and the programming that Y/n seemed so ecstatic about, anxious to give her, at last, a companion to discuss her passion with.

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“See you later Reid!”

Spencer’s head snapped up as he heard the people around him saying their goodbyes and goodnights, realizing that he had been distracted by his screen the entire day and that it was already time to go home. He watched as his friends walked out together, all laughing about something that Morgan had said, before noticing movement in the corner of his eye.

As he turned his head he noticed that the only person who was still there in the bullpen with him was Y/n, and she was staring at the posse that had just exited the room, a longing look plastered across her features that broke his heart. Taking a deep breath and deciding it was now or never, he rose up from his seated position and made his way over to her, hoping that he had learned enough to lighten her mood.

“Hey there!”, he exclaimed when he had found himself right behind her. As soon as the words started escaping his lips, she jumped in her seat, her hand flying to her heart.

“Jesus Christ Spence! You scared the complete shit out of me!”

Chuckling softly at her overreactive response, he moved to sit on her desk, facing her heavily breathing sitting figure. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just saw you that you were still here and was wondering why you hadn’t left with everyone else?” She quickly looked down and blushed at his questioning, embarrassed of her answer.

“Oh I-um they just looked like they were having a lot of fun and I didn’t really want to interrupt so I thought I’d stay back for a little bit to-uh finish up some stuff.” Once she finished her unconvincing explanation, Spencer leaned back a bit and studied her. While this was something he found himself doing often, always getting distracted by her spectacular figure, he focused on her body language more than anything, noticing the dark circles underneath her eyes.

“Y/n, you look absolutely exhausted. Have you even been sleeping lately?”, he asked, genuine concern laced within his words.

“Y-yeah I haven’t really. I’ve kind of been pretty preoccupied in the last few days helping out a friend. It’s really fun, but it’s also very time consuming”, she stuttered out, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Oh right! I had heard you mention that earlier today! That must be awesome getting to basically build your own website!”

“I swear I feel like a kid in a candy store doing that kind of stuff. I just find it so relaxing and exciting at the same time!”

“I totally get it. I was really impressed with how well you were able to manipulate the site’s conversion rate optimization-did you know that a site’s CRO and SEO are considered as two of the most essential tools required to run a thriving website or online business. It’s actually astounding how much the results differ between competition depending on their efficiency.”

All Y/n could do, while Spencer rambled on and on about her most passionate subjects, was sit there in complete awe. The sound of the tech-geeky words that spilled from his beautiful lips was simply orgasmic. Never had she met someone who seemed as enthused as her when it came to all her technical endeavors, and she didn’t know exactly how to react. Her biggest crush on the entire planet was sitting in front of her spouting off facts like they were going out of style.

However, amidst all the wonder that circulated through her being, confusion washed over her.

“Wait hold up! What’s going on Spence?”

“Uhhh, what do you mean?”, he questioned shyly, a blush coating his face.

Narrowing her eyes at him she expanded her questioning. “I’ve known you for months now and I can guarantee I have never once heard you mention anything even remotely technical. In fact I’ve heard you explain time and time again how confused you are by the complexities of the simplest of technology. Spill, pretty boy”, she demanded, maintaining eye contact with him.

Figuring out that he had been caught, he shyly lowered his head as the blush on his face deepened, embarrassment coursing through his veins. “I-I noticed how excited you were this morning when you came parading into the office, the wide grin that adorned your face, the skip in your step. And I heard you ramble on and on about your friend’s website and you just seemed so damn happy and then they basically just shut you down right away because they didn’t understand and I-uh I hated seeing you like that and wanted you to have someone to talk to. So I spent all day today researching and learning so you could have someone to talk to, so you wouldn’t feel alone. I-I’m sorry if that’s creepy or if it’s too-”

Spencer was suddenly cut off mid-sentence as lips smashed against his own, effectively shutting him up. His eyes immediately widened at the bold action, before he melted into the kiss, desperately responding to her fervent advances with an equal passion.

Y/n moaned into his mouth as his tongue probed at her wet lips, begging for entry. The feeling of their tongues entangling was euphoric and they both wanted, needed more. Spencer gently grabbed her and, turning so they were both facing it, lifted her onto the desk and stood between her legs. As the kiss deepened, their hands began to tear at each other’s clothing, Y/n hastily undoing his tie and dress shirt as he all but ripped off her blouse, groaning at the sight.

“God Y/n you’re so fucking beautiful.” He watched her eyes roll back into her head at his words as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. “Please Spence, I need you. I need you so much baby.” His eyes sparkled at her desperate plea, mirroring her need wholeheartedly.

Backing away slightly he unzipped her skirt and dragged it down her legs along with her panties, quickly reaching up to also unclasp her bra. “You’ve got me baby, you’ve got me.”

She surged forward and reconnected their lips, her hands weaving their way into his hair and tugging hard. The groan that escaped his throat lit her body on fire and further ignited her need for the man in front of her. His hands, that had been cupping her face, drifted downward stooping to briefly toy with her breasts before reaching his intended destination.

She moaned loud and deep as his hands cupped her sex, gently rubbing his fingers against her. He could feel her buck her hips slightly, searching for more. Receiving the message loud and clear, he inserted his pointer finger into her, reveling in the throaty groans that poured from her lips. As he added more digits into her and gently rubbed her clit, their lips moved rapidly against each other.

Y/n needed more, letting her hands lower to the obvious bulge that was straining against his slacks, palming him incessantly. Moaning hoarsely, he pulled away and quickly undid his pants, desperate for some sort of relief. As he stepped out of his slacks and boxers, he watched her eyes widen as they took in the sight in front of her.

“Woah.” He nervously chuckled at her response.

“Uh t-thanks?”

Giggling at his uncertainty she reached out and dragged him in once again, feeling his swollen tip bump against her, both of them moaning at the euphoric feeling. Realizing how fast things had moved, he pulled back slightly to search her eyes. “Are you sure baby?”

Falling even more in love with him, her smile widened as she nodded. “I am so very sure Spence. I-I love you.” She watched the grin that spread across his face at her confession.

“God Y/n, I love you so fucking much.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he lined himself up at her entrance and swiftly thrusted into her dripping heat. The overwhelming feeling caused both of them to let out matching groans of pleasure, Y/n latching onto Spencer and wrapping her arms around his shoulders to get a grip. Once he was sure she was ok, he started slowly thrusting in and out of her, soon setting a steady pace.

“Oh Spencer! You feel so perfect inside of me! So, so good!”, you exclaimed, cries of pleasure leaving your mouth.

“Baby you’re so warm and tight around me, I love you so much!”

“I love you t-too!”

He gradually increased his already brutal thrusts, Y/n feeling herself fastly approaching the brink of ecstasy at the hands of the resident genius. Leaning back on her elbows, Spencer used the opportunity to pound even harder into her wanting body, his own release just around the corner.

“Are you going to cum for me pretty girl?” She couldn’t control herself after hearing his dirty words, unaware that he was capable of such a thing, feeling her eyes roll back once again. She nodded fervently, about to crash over the edge. All rational thought was out the window once his fingers found her throbbing clit, rubbing incessantly, catapulting her into her climax, her pussy clenching around his rigid cock as she came.

“Oh my god Spencer!”

Her reactions were simply too much for him, groaning and moaning uncontrollably, finding his thrusts sputtering out of control as his cock twitched deep inside of her, quickly reaching his highly anticipated orgasm. She felt his seed fill her up completely as he panted out her name over and over again, both of them coming down from their highs, breathing deeply.

“Wow. Fucking wow,” she blissfully sung, a wide grin coating her lips.

“Y/n, baby, that was insane. You’re insane.”

He helped her off the desk so they could redress and finally leave the office, noticing how late it had gotten. They couldn’t help themselves from sending each other giddy smiles as they put on their clothes and eventually made their way down to their respective cars.

Neither one of them seemed ready to leave each other just yet, some unspoken feeling crackling in the air between them. Taking the initiative, Y/n leaned forward, gently connecting their lips in a kiss that held the same passion from earlier, but was much more relaxed and romantic. Pulling back after a few moments, Y/n’s eyes sparkled up at Spencer’s as she spoke.

“Spence, what you did earlier...no one’s ever done something like that for me. You have no idea how much it means to me that you would go out of your way just to make me feel comfortable and happy.”

“Y/n, I promise you I wanted to wholeheartedly. Nothing matters more to me than your happiness. I just-I just love you so damn much. I think I have since you walked in and dropped all your shit on the floor”, he said chuckling.

“Heyyyy, that was one time jerk”, she defended, a matching chuckle evident in her voice. “But I know what you mean. I think I’ve loved you since you introduced yourself as Reid Doctor Spencer, that memory will forever be embedded in my mind.” She couldn’t stop the light giggle that fell from her lips at the thought of their first meeting.

Meeting her eyes, suddenly a bit shy, he gently cupped her face, “What if, from now on, I introduced myself as your boyfriend?”, he asked cautiously, anxiously waiting to see how she reacted to his proposition. Instead of answering right away she jumped forward, throwing her arms around his neck and connecting their lips once more.

“I would love nothing more, my gorgeously intelligent boyfriend.”

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achliegh · 4 years ago

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Golden

(Sorry if this Chapter is lack luster :/ )

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Ladies Love Country Boys

Bonfire Playlist: Spotify, Youtube

Watching Airplanes

Chapter 2:

Cowboy Sweet Ass sent you a Location

New Message from Cowboy Sweet Ass

See you there ;)

Finn was nervous, he wasn’t gonna lie, Logan and Him are leaving tomorrow for Gryff and this is the last night they can see Leo. Who, neither of them will admit this, has kindly wiggled his way into their brains for every minute of everyday. Sometimes to break a long silence between the two of them they will talk about Leo. How they were going to cope when they can’t see him again is unknown and something he didn’t want to think about.

They hadn’t actually seen Leo in the past five days, with their training schedule and Leo helping set up a charity arena for the thing they were supposed to meet him at tonight, it was just late night calls that were still kinda awkward at times. But always had them smiling as they fell asleep.

Walking up the dirt path, where the uber had dropped them off, Logan and Finn weren’t sure they were in the right place until they saw the huge crowd gathered around a tall metal fence with bleachers and an announcers corner that's up on a hydraulic lift, speakers set up so people can hear the quick talking of the men commenting on whatever was happening.

Horses and people on them were everywhere. This causes Logan a lot of stress, as someone who is terrified of horses… This is not ideal. Especially when one is trotting toward them at a scary fast speed.

Finn recognized Clayton immediately, trotting over at a leisurely pace on a cool looking horse he waves. He notices Logan hiding himself completely behind Finn’s back. Finn held his hand out for Logan to take and squeeze if everything got too much for him. Logan wasn’t good in big crowds.

“Well look who it is!” Clayton hops off his living vehicle and patting her neck. “Let me introduce you to my babe, This” He gestures towards the mare, “Is Leroy, she is a Blanket Appaloosa! Have you guys met Peanut yet? He’s chilling with Eloise, Leo’s mom, you better hope he likes you or else… yeah, or else.” Clay flashes them his slightly crooked but stupidly white smile as he absentmindedly pets Leroy’s neck.

Feeling a squeeze of his hand he looks back to see an absolutely terrified Logan, not knowing about his fear of horses Finn is just confused. So, he goes into a ‘ get Logan alone’ mind set.

“We will find you in a minute, we’re gonna explore!” Finn smiles back and Clayton nods as he swings his leg back over Leroy and clicks his tongue so she struts back towards the group of other yeehaws on their own horses, they all had numbers pinned to their backs which was weird but Finn guessed Leo would explain later. Claytons was CR243, and it looked like it was about to fall off. He notices how someone would go in real fast and then come out after a minute or two. The announcer talked too fast for him to catch.

Leading Logan to a more open area he turns to face him and raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, what's wrong?”

“Ummmm, J'ai peur des chevaux….” Logan isn’t looking him in the eyes and has an embarrassed flush to his face. Finn, having no clue what he said, gently grabs his chin to make him look at him, Lo hasn’t run his finger through his hair yet so that means he isn’t nervous around Finn at least. Fixing Logan with a slightly irritated but still worried look, Logan sighs and tries to say something but instead what comes out is a terrified yelp as something takes his hat off his head and pulls some of his hair at the same time, then drops it at his feet.

Whipping around and jumping into Finn’s arms bridal style Logan shrieks as he is met with a blonde horse that almost looks smug. The little splotchy white stripes on its snoot may make it look kinda cute but Logan knows what can happen if you get on a horse's bad side. It happened to Sydney, he didn’t need it to happen to him too.

“Peanut!” A very tall and beautiful older woman walks over to them laughing a little, she has a hearing aid in her left ear and soft blue eyes bright with amusement stare them down. “Sorry Y’all, he likes to find new people to mess with.” She smiles and there is just something so familiar about those deep dimples and sharp cheekbones. She is wearing tight jeans with knee high army green cowboy boots, a white button up with a black cowboy hat contrasting the golden curls falling out from under it. She is wearing a sash with the words ‘Miss Louisiana 1971’ the wrinkles on her face didn’t make her look old and crinkly like people like to think, but more like a gracefully aging woman. She holds her hand out to Finn for him to shake, Logan is still in his arms so it is as much of an invitation to him as Finn. “I’m Eloise, this is my son’s horse.” She looks them up and down after shaking both their hands. “He would like you two.” She smiles one last time, giving them a giant wink and leads Peanut away from them back to the bullpens where they spot Leo sitting on the top of a fence talking to a couple of people.

Finn looks at Logan and sets him down.

“So.. horses?”

“Shut up”

“You go for a cowboy and are afraid of horses!” Finn is bent over laughing and clutching his stomach while Logan crosses his arms and looks around annoyed after he dusted off his hat and put it back on his head.

“What’s so funny?” they look over to see Leo in full get up. Smiling bright, showing off his chipped tooth. His hair was flattened by a black sturdy cowboy hat, his blue button up vibrant under his black vest. The vest had a couple of logos stitched into it for Absolut Vodka, Mt. Dew, and Ariat…. Leo was sponsored? He was also wearing some jeans that fit him just right around his booty that they could see through his assless black chaps that had iridescent tassels on them, with his black boots and belt to match. His silver buckle stood out with the light reflecting off it.

“Wow… you look great.” Logan just melts into Leo’s side when Leo wraps an arm around his shoulders. “But tell Finn to stop being a jerk.” Logan put on his best pout when looking up at the taller man, who looked at him with a look that made his heart feel like it was about to jump out of his chest. It didn’t alarm him though, it was nice to feel like this. But it can’t last forever.

“What's he doing that's so mean.” Leo turns his attention to Finn who is smiling at them like he's watching two kittens cuddle into each other. His eyes bright with happiness, his smiles wide.

“He’s making fun of me because I’m scared of horses.” Logan wraps his arms around Leo’s waist and squishes his cheek into his chest to look as cute as possible, so Leo will be on his side. Which… fails.

“You’re afraid of horses!” Leo hugs Logan as he starts laughing, smacking a kiss on the top of Logan’s annoyed forehead and squeezes him. “You’re so cute.” Suddenly they hear numbers coming over other speakers and Leo perks up. “Oh I’m up soon! I hope y’all are gonna stay and watch because I would love to take you to the bonfire tonight.” He pulls Finn into the embrace and gives them both a quick peck on the lips, smiling when they chase his lips. “There should be an open spot in the bleachers or, you could watch from Peanut.”

“Bleachers!” Logan gets out of Leo’s arms and starts pulling both the boys towards the crowd without horses. Leo helps them find a spot next to some girls who flirt with Leo but he has no fucking clue. He is just focused on getting Finn and Logan a good spot.

“Alright, my number is BR11710, so when you hear that you’ll know I’m up! I think Clay might come and find you, he had a good run earlier wrangling those troublemaking claves, so keep an eye out for him.” He smiles and climbs down the bleachers gracefully until the last small step where his spur gets caught and he has to yank it out of the cevous it got stuck in. Looking back up at Finn and Logan his cheeks were red as he shrugged and sauntered off towards the chutes.

“Hola losers!” Clayton plops down above with and slaps a hand on their shoulders. “Excited to see him ride? Or have you already? Actually I would know because we overshare way too much.” Smiling, Clayton is covered in dirt and his cowboy hat has been traded out for a ball cap and his button up taken off to be just a white tank top. A tall pale girl sat down with Clayton and was scrolling on her phone looking uninterested. Clayton sits up and wraps an arm around her waist. “Oh this is Ashley, my girlfriend.” She looks up and gives them an irritated wave before going back to her phone.

“Ride? What’s he doing?” Finn looks at him confused after sharing a look with Logan about the irritated girlfriend, then they hear the announcers call Leo's number.

“Alrighty ladies and gentlefolk! We have something special for y’all! One of our very own PBR riders is here to ride the roughest toughest bull of the day! Ole Forty Days!” The crowd cheers as a confused Finn and Logan look at Clayton who whoops and hollers for his bestie. Whistling with his thumb and forefinger in his mouth.

“Alright Jimmy lets get in some commentary before the ride starts, Leo Knut is a 19 year old Professional Bull Rider, his Mother is Eloise Knut also known as Miss Rodeo of 1970 and Miss Louisiana of 1971. His father was Wyatt Knut, Air Force Veteran who was also Leo’s biggest role model.”

“Was?” Logan whispers and gives a sad look to Finn who is busy watching Leo, he is on this tank of an animal, large, white, horns the size of his whole forearm. Leo was adjusting the way he is sitting and has an underside grip on the rope around the bull, wrapping it around his palm to make sure there isn’t a tether that can be stepped on and yank him off.

“Ole Forty Days is the only PBR bull here today, worth millions he is undefeated 32-0 in his career this year. Will Leo who is 30-2 this year be able to stay on those eight seconds.”

Leo hits the challenge button and the gate flies open, Ole Forte days is wild! Finn is automatically on his feet as he watches Leo with his hand up in the air, eyes hard from focusing and counting in his head. Forte turns a 45 degree buck and just about tosses Leo but his grip is so tight that he lasts those eight seconds. The announcers went crazy the entire time.

As he dismounts the still bucking bull his wrist gets caught in the rope he was holding earlier because of the way his glove is falling apart. The rodeo clowns distract the bull fast enough for Leo to get himself detached, falling on the ground. The bull tosses Leo onto the ground and just misses stomping on his ankles. Leo hops onto the fence, the adrenaline is pumping through his veins and his eyes are bright as he searches for the boys in the stand watching him with fear etched into their faces. When his eyes met Logan’s the fear turned into relief and Leo felt the adrenaline making his heart beat even faster.

After Forte is corralled back into the pen to have the rope around his hips removed Leo jumps off the fence and takes his hat off bowing to the crowd, and they love it, whistling and whoops are heard. He points to Finn, Logan and Clayton. Clayton is so excited and starts dragging the other two down the bleachers leaving Ashley behind. Leo doesn’t like her at all so it's fine. Leo turns around and walks towards sports medicine and lets them take a look at his wrist. As his adrenaline starts to fade away the tweak in his wrist starts to bother him as the medic wraps it up.

“You just ruined Forte’s career!” Clay hugs him from the side and picks him up all excited, his girlfriend who decided to join looks at them unapprovingly. Finn and Logan basically tackle Leo to the ground once Clay puts him down. One on each side of him, balanced.

“Are you insane! That could have killed you!” Finn is shaking a laughing Leo by his collar as Logan examines the way his wrist is wrapped.

“I know, I technically wrecked at the end but I still got my eight seconds!” He smiles and takes his hand from Logan, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb over the soft skin.

“You never told us you rode bulls! Leo, a little heads up would have been appreciated!” Logan whacks him on the back of the head after they stand up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” Leo puts an arm around them and kisses their temples. They had an idea. Where to do it was the question.

The rodeo ended not long after Leo’s ride, the charities the winners chose would be given a five thousand dollar check courtesy of the Knut’s. After Leo was done taking down the arena, a large pile of wood was set up with large equipment. Leo pulled a Clayton and took off his chaps, vest, button down, and hat off so he was wearing a white shirt and a ball cap.

Leo made up for scaring Finn and Logan by pulling them into the back seat of his truck. Leo sitting in the middle of the seat with Finn straddling one leg, hunched over and sucking on Leo’s neck. Logan straddled Leo’s other leg and kissed him with a ferocity that made them both groan. Leo rested his hands in Finn’s hair and on Logan’s hip. Pulling away Leo turns his head to face Finn, guiding him from his neck to lips. He feels Logan push his hand underneath his shirt and smirks into his kiss with Finn. Moving his hands to squeeze both of their asses, causing Logan’s breath to hitch and Finn to moan. He is about to suggest something spicy when a knock on the window alerts them that the party has started.

Why does Clay always have to stick to his word? Leo asked him to let them know when it was time to move his truck to have the tailgate facing the fire, and now was that time. Leo’s head thumps back onto the seat as he lets out an annoyed sigh.

“Well, I guess we have a party to attend… I’m gonna get so drunk.” He smiles and gives his boys one last kiss before he ushers them out of the truck so he can get out of the backseat to move it.

Finn wanders over to Clayton who has Ashley under his arm, she is tall and very skinny. Her long brown hair was in a French braid, she was wearing short shorts, boots and a crop top. He has a very sour look on her face as Finn walks over to them. Logan on the other hand, goes to take a piss in the porta potty. Something he is not fond of doing.

Leo moves his truck and gets out to put the tailgate down so people can sit on it, climbing into the bed of the truck he opens the cooler in the back and takes out two budlights, Leo doesn't really care for budlight but they need to be drunk.

“CLAYTON!” He shouts as the three walk over to the truck, chucking the beer at his friend; they both take out their keys, puncturing the cans and shotgunning the beers.

A few hours and a lot of drinks later Leo was singing to Finn, standing between his legs as Finn sat on the tailgate next to Logan who was filming.

“You can train 'em, You can try to teach 'em right from wrong. But it's still gonna turn 'em on!” Finn can’t help but laugh and wrap his arms around Leo’s necklaces he sang, every once in while facing Logan's phone and singing into the camera as he filmed. Taking a drink of his beer he smacks a sloppy kiss on Finn's cheek and skips away to Clayton to dance like idiots as Luke Bryan sang about shaking it for birds and bees.

The two drunken best friends wrap and arm around each other hips with their drinks in the other hand, putting left side to right side they swing back and forth to the beat as they scream out the music.

Later on Leo picks Logan up so his arms are around his neck and his legs are around his waist and spins around while humming to a song about wheels and Finn looks so smitten that clayton takes a picture to show him and laughs as he send it to Leo, who has managed to misplace his phone… for the millionth time.

Setting Logan down he wraps his arms around the shorter man's shoulders and rests his chin on top of his head as he bounces to the beat. Logan leans his forehead to rest on Leo’s chest and uses his hand that isn’t holding his water to loop his finger into one of Leo’s belt loops he wishes he could take a screenshot in his brain.

Hours passed, singing and horrible dancing, more drinking for Clay and Leo until it sounded like a good idea to see who could crush a folding table by jumping off Clayton’s truck. Finn managed to lead them away before they actually tried it by telling them’ Leo could def dance better than Clayton’. Which turned into the worst dance battle ever seen. Two drunk teenagers and country music make for terrible dancing but a lot of laughs. Eventually, the fire dies down, the drinks run out and the boys get tired. Finn wrangles Leo into the back seat of the truck after lifting the tailgate, moving to go to the drivers seat because Logan might be to short to drive and they are to dumb to figure out how to move the seats, Leo latches onto him and pulls him into the backseat with him.

“Hey! How do you expect me to drive back here!” Finn pokes Leo’s nose and Leo catches his finger in his mouth biting him. Finn squawks and pulls his finger away. Looking at Leo offended, laughing a little as Leo is looking at him with this tiny smirk. “That was rude.” Leo narrows his eyes playfully and flips them so Finn is laying on his back with Leo snuggling into his chest.

Logan gets in on the passenger side and looks up to see Finn in the back seat being snuggled by an oddly cat like Leo who is rubbing his face on Finn’s soft t shirt, when his eyes meet Logans he blushes so vibrantly pink and has the shyest smiles as he hides his face in Finn’s chest again. Logan looks at Finn who looks like he's dying from cuteness overload. Logan moves over to the driver's seat and sits all the way on the edge of the seat to be able to touch the petals. Logan doesn’t have a clue where Leo lives… but he does remember how to get back to the hotel.

Trying to get a clingy 6’3” cowboy into a hotel room while he is intoxicated is a lot easier than you would think. He was tired, stripping down the second they walk into the door he lands on the bed in his boxer briefs and spoons Logan and grips Finn’s arm as he falls asleep.

They all slept incredibly well that night, warm, close, and together.

The next morning was the morning The Lions leave to go back to Gryffindor. Leo was up before the other two, showered and dressed when he woke them up with peppering kisses all over their faces.

“Good morning, Honey Bees. Y’all need to get up and get ready to leave, you go home today.” Leo runs his hand through Finn’s hair as he greets them with a sad smile. He doesn’t want them to leave, but he knows that this isn’t some fairytale where two princes will give up their dreams to be with him. That’s not what he wants anyway. The other two finally get up, Finn goes to shower as Logan changes and packs his bag. Glancing at Leo every once in a while, like he wants to say something.

“Leo, what are you still doing here?” Logan drops his bag by the door and turns around to face the taller man, crossing his arms and giving Leo a cold look. Leo is a little taken back by this, Logan has never looked at him like that, and he wasn’t expecting it from how nice yesterday was.

“I was to see you two off… is that okay?” Leo starts to feel uncomfortable under the harsh eyes he found so pretty, he starts picking at the wrap around his wrist, breaking eye contact with Logan as a sinking feeling seeps into his chest. He never expected anything to actually come from this but he ached for it.

He knows where this is going.

“I don’t know what you think is going to happen after we leave, but we aren’t going to be fawning over you when we are busy with our own careers. You are just… a guy who we had a fling with. Finn and I aren’t even together so don’t expect anything.” Logan's voice stayed low in volume but echoed in Leo’s ears.

“I wasn’t expecting anything. I just wanted to see you guys leave, say goodbye, maybe…” Leo didn’t finish his sentence when he looked up at an annoyed and frustrated Logan. “What did I do?” He hears the bathroom door open and Finn walks into the room whistling in fresh clothes as he dries his hair with a towel.

“You don’t mean anything to us Leo'' Finn hears Logan and knows exactly what’s going on, Logan has done this to him many times. This is Logan’s way of cutting off something he wants in a way he knows won't bring the person back, even though he always feels horrible eventually. Finn has been a victim of Logan’s lashing out many times, and he hasn’t left, because he loves Logan. He really really likes Leo, he gives his heart a similar jolt that Logan does. From what they have discussed, Logan felt the same. Logan doesn’t allow himself the luxury of feeling like this though.

Leo looks absolutely shattered after Logan’s words sank in. He looks over to Finn who looks like he’s in his own head, then back to Logan. “I really really like you guys-”

“Stop being a fucking child Leo! This isn’t something we can continue after we leave, we would get torn to shreds by the league! Not everything is about you and we don’t want you! So just go back to your fucking farm and forget us.” Logan grabs his bag and walks out the door slamming it shut, going to be the first one on the bus that just pulled up to take the team to the airport.

Leo stares at where Logan was when red catches his eye, Finn stops and gives Leo a sad smile, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. Finn then turns his back to Leo and follows Logan out the door. Leaving Leo alone in the hotel room… He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the hotel keycard, standing up he goes to leave it on the table of the room, he stops just before he sets the key down.

He takes the card and walks out of the room, Climbing into his truck that was horribly parked, he finds his phone on the floor of the passenger side. Picking up his phone, he calls up the only person he knows who would be willing to hang out even if he was sick from last night.

“Clay? Can you meet me somewhere?”

A half hour and some McDonald's hash browns later. Clayton and Leo were sitting on top of Leo’s truck hood watching the airplanes take off, sipping on soda they got with their food. They watched in a comfortable silence as planes brought people in and took people away.

Logan and Finn were on one of those.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #james potter #thomas walker #Clayton Bruss #o'knutzy #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast

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punkpanda16 · 4 years ago

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The Way I Loved You

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k+

Summary: Five years later your heart still breaks sometimes. Sometimes we just want to understand why life isn't fair. We want the answers to our pain. And sometimes we meet other who may not have the answers but at least they understand.

Author’s Note: This just something that came to mind after listening to Taylor Swift’s That’s the Way I Loved You. 10/10 recommend listening while reading :). This is dabble not related to Mistakes and Miracles.

Warning: Fluff, Smut, A LOT of ANGST Death of character ( please be warned if triggering). Please excuse mistakes it is unedited. I just wanted to post something today

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It never was that I couldn't bring myself to love him. He’s perfect. He holds open doors for me. He pulls out my chair at restaurants.. He remembers things about me that no one even seems to notice. He understands boundaries and knows just what to say when I need him.

He is everything my single friends gush over. The man my father could sit next to and talk to about almost anything. He’s the prince from all those fairy tales my mother read to me. She even says men like him are rare and worth keeping.

Namjoon is everything I could never ask for and a million times more. In many ways, I am so deeply in love with him that it hurts. But the way I loved Min Yoongi was different.

Yoongi was the opposite of everything Namjoon is. The fights, the tears, the screaming. He never called when he said he would. He never knew how to talk about his feelings. Staying up until 2am cursing his name was so common it became normal. However, nothing compared to the way we kissed in rain. The way I loved him.

-Flashback-

“Yoongi! Stop pulling where are going?” You yell as he leads you up a path.

“Trust me, baby. You’re going to love this.” He says with a smirk on his face.

“We need to go back soon or my dad is going to be mad. He said it’s going to rain soon.” You warn.

“Look baby, I don't care what your daddy thinks. Just trust me.” He says with a laugh as you pout.

“Well you should care. He has a hard enough time accepting you as it is. Don’t even get me started about what my mom thinks.” You begin ranting until you are cut off with a sweet kiss on your lips.

There was nothing wrong with Yoongi. You honestly thought he was the exact man your parents wanted for you. He went to school and worked 2 jobs to pay for school. He was charming and funny. He could be forgetful and confrontational but everyone has their flaws. You could never understand why your parents didn’t approve of him. They said he was too crazy. Well it's true, he could be a little impulsive but he had never been a reckless person . He just wanted to experience everything as if the world would end tomorrow. He wanted to feel fulfillment in other aspects of life not just financially.

“Baby do you love me?” He asked as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“You know I do, Yoonie.” You say quietly. You knew where this was going.

“Then fuck everyone and everything else in this world.” He gently grabs your hands. “Baby, if we have each other the world can burn to hell. You are the only thing in this world that could hurt me.” He ends with a kiss on your forehead.

“You know one day we have to grow up. This...us... one day we will have to face the world.” You remind him. Growing up is really scary.

“Baby, you are 21. I am 23. We are grown up.” he says with a smile.

“You know what I mean.” You wine as you playfully slap his arm. “We are going to graduate soon. Then life just happens. Love won’t stop that.” You say sadly.

He lifts your chin gently. “Well until that day comes I will store all my love for you so it will be enough for us to get through anything.”

You let out a small laugh at his words. “Yoonie we know love doesn’t pay bills or fix real problems.”

“It doesn’t have to pay for those things. It just has to make us happy. Happiness in what everyone really wants in life. When the day comes that we have to “grow up” we can figure it out. Okay?” He says sweetly.

“Okay.” You say as you return his smile. Who could resist that sweet gummy smile.

“Okay enough about this sad shit. Let’s go live another happy day. “ He says as he begins to pull you away again. You both laugh as you run up the hill. Before reaching the top he covers your eyes.

“What are you doing now, Yoonie.” You giggle.

“Things are better when there is suspense.” He jokes. He walks a few more steps before removing his hands.

“Okay look.” He whispers in your ear.

As you open your eyes the most beautiful site comes into view. You are standing at the highest point of the city. Lights going on for miles. While the world continued just a few miles away the world seemed to stop where you and Yoongi stood.

“What do you think?” He asked nervously. It was sweet that even after 2 years in a relationship he wanted to impress you.

“I love it.” You say as you pull him into a hug.

You pull back and begin to kiss him sweetly. His hands make their way up your sides until they reach your hips. Just as he pulls you closer and deepens the kiss it begins to rain. At first it’s a small drop but soon the sky opens up and it begins to pour.

“Let’s go!’ he yells as you run back to his car laughing.

-Present-

Things like that don’t just disappear from your mind. Especially, not on nights like this when Namjoon grips your hips like his life depends on it. His kiss is soft and sweet but you can sense his urgency. His hips begin to pick up speed as his moans grow louder.

Lost in pleasure you thoughts run wild. Thoughts of how much you love Namjoon. How much you want his man. Thoughts that make you wish he would have been yours before Yoongi was. Life is just unfair.

“Oh shit. Honey are you okay?” he asks as he slows down. He could always sense when you begin to slip away from him. He never got upset about it. He sometimes felt the same way you do. Yoongi was important to both of you after all.

“Yes Joon. Please don’t stop.” You moan.

“Are you sure baby? You know I understand and we can stop whenever you want. ” He asked quietly.

You reach up to kiss his nose the way you knew he loved. A small smile forms on his lips at your gesture.

“I am sure Joon. I am okay. Sometimes my mind floats away but I am so lucky that you help hold me down.” You kiss him again this time on his lips. He reciprocates instantly as he deepens the kiss.

He begins to move again. Slow at first as he kisses ever part of your exposed body that he can reach.

“Joon baby you feel so good. Faster please.” You whine. He’s always so willing to please.

“Baby I’m close.” he warns

“Inside Joonie please. I need you inside.” You encourage him. He reaches down and rubs your most sensitive spot to get you both to reach your climax. A few strong thrusts later and you both reach it together.

After a few moments of catching your breaths wrapped in each other's arms he gets up to clean you up. You are too tired emotionally and physically to move. Once he cleans you up, he joins you back in bed. He lays your spent body on his chest and rubs your back soothingly.

“I hope this is the one. I can’t wait for us to have our first little one, my love.” He whispers in your hair.

“Me too.” you hum as you inhale in sweet scent.

“Joon?” You lift your head to look him in the eyes. You find his eyes are closed in pure bliss. He hums in response but keeps his eyes closed.

“If we ever have a son...c-can we name him Yoongi?” You ask. It suddenly becomes too hard to look him in the eyes so you lower your head in embarrassment. Sensing your discomfort he reached down to lift your head to look back up at him.

“Of course we can, sweetie. Why do you look so ashamed to ask?” he frowns his brows in concern.

“W-well you know me and Yoongi. We had a past. I love you more than life itself. You know that right?” you ask as tears begin to form in your eyes.

“Of course I do baby. Why are you crying?” he asks as he wipes away your tears.

-Flashback-

“How many kids do you think we’ll have?” your question catching Yoongi off guard. He looked up with his cute surprised kitten face making coo.

“K-kids?” He asks nervously.

“Yeah kids. You know mini you or a mini me. A tiny little us.” You say with a bright smile, the one you knew he couldn’t resist.

“I-I don't know. I don’t think I’d be a good dad, honestly.” he says sadly as he sees the smile drop from your face.

“Why?” you ask as you take his cold hands in yours.

“W-well ummmm,” he scratched his neck nervously, “for starters I can't get your dad to like me. Imagine how he’d react if I knocked you up.”

“Wow “knock me up” how romantic.” you tease making a cute hue of red appear on his pale cheeks.

“You know what I mean.” His bottom lip sticks out cutely.

“I thought you couldn’t give a single fuck what my dad or, anyone for that matter, said about us?” you said jokingly.

“W-well yeah. I don't but our kids are gonna need their grandparents so I’ll have to care then.” He explains.

“You're so sweet. See, you'll be a good dad if you already care about them like that. You would put your ‘I don't give a fuck’ attitude away just for them.” you say as you kiss his cheek making him blush more.

“I mean I guess.” He says as he goes back to pretending to read his book. Thinking the conversation is over you go back to your work as well.

“Three” He breaks silence suddenly.

“What?” you say surprised.

“Three. If it’s with you...I-I want three. A boy and two girls.” He says but he never looks you in the eyes.

“Three. I like that.” You agree as you go back to work with a smile on your face.

-Present-

“I’m crying because I don't think life is fair.” You say a sob tears through your chest. Making Namjoon pull you closer to his warm body in order to confront you.

“This life...this house...what we have. He deserved it too. I just don’t know why? Why Joonie?” You ask as more tears roll down your eyes.

“I wish I could tell you baby.” his voice cracks as he speaks. You've always known it hurts him just as much as it hurts you. They were best friends and loved each other like brothers way before you came into Yoongi’s life.

“D-did he ever tell you?” You hiccup.

“I-I...he did but made me promise not to tell you. And to be honest it wasn’t my secret to tell. All he said was I had to help you chase happiness when he couldn’t anymore.”

“I can’t believe he never told me he was sick. Joon, even after five years it hurts.” You whisper out.

“I know baby. I also know that you were the best thing in his life. He never wanted to forget to live just because he was going to die.” He says as tears roll down his cheeks.”He stops as he wipes his tears before continuing. “You remember what he used to say about love?”

You nod in response, “It wouldn’t pay the bills but that didn’t matter because the one thing everyone wants can’t be paid for.” he smiles down at you as you respond.

“I want us to raise our children with that same mentality... You know he made me promise two things that last night we spent with him?” You turn to him surprised because you had never heard this before.

“What did he make you promise?” You ask as you wipe away your tears.

“First, to love you and show you the world. I was confused at first. Until he explained why he introduced us in the first place. Honestly, the first few months we dated I felt so guilty even though he was the one who told me it was okay. Don’t get me wrong I liked you a lot but he was my best friend. I could never betray him like that. But he told me to see you genuinely smile and I'd know why he chose me to look after you.” He said with a small smile.

“What does that mean?” You asked.

“He loved everything about you but your smile...he said it could make the world stop. He said I'd know real and pure love when you smiled for the first time. One day many months after he left us, you did and he was right. My heart and my entire universe stopped. Everyday I still wish you had him by your side so he can see this beautiful smile that makes life worth living.” He says as leans down to kiss your lips.

“What else did you promise?” You asked and tears gathered in your eyes.

“Live. Live that life he wished he could have but never had enough time to.” He said as he began to cry again. You pull him to your chest as you play with his hair.

“Letting go was one thing but realizing that life wasn’t just going to stop because he left us was a whole new level of pain. I learned to love again with you but I could never forget how to love him. We had plans. He deserved to be part of the life he had imagined in his head. Does that make me a bad person Joon?”

“No baby. It made you stronger. I know you love me. I know what we have is real I couldn’t give a fuck about anything else.” He says as you continue to play with his hair. Both of you now feel like a weight was lifted off your tired souls.

“You are starting to sound like him.” You joked.

“Well he did raise me.” Joon says with a dimpled smile.

“He did a great job even though he gave you that potty mouth.” You giggle.

“That’s how we will raise little Yoongi too.” He says as he rubs your stomach. Already imagining a bump forming.

“His first word will not be fuck.” you scolded playfully.

2am was the time he passed. 2am five years ago you cried like you’ve never cried before. The world stopped but not like it used to. It stopped because a part of you died too. Until someone revived you and helped you heal. You no longer scream and curse his name at the top of your lungs in anger and pain. You can be at peace and can look to the future that you deserve. Never forgetting him is not a terrible thing because you will always carry a part of him with you. In a way he would get to live out the life you planned together.

Hi everyone,

. I am sorry I haven't been active here. I appreciate everyone who continues to read and share my work. Life is just hard sometimes guys and it’s okay to take breaks and take care of yourself. I know my writing in not the best but I do it for myself and for those who enjoy it.

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P.S

Yes, it has been a long time but Mistakes and Miracles will continue. Keep an eye out for new chapters these next few weeks.

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