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They unknowingly bring up an insecurity Seungmin|Pt1
Pt2 Pt3
Your heart was strung in your throat. Seungmin was always one to tease; and for the most part he was good about shying away from topics you were sensitive about so no problems had ever arisen. But as you read over his texts over and over again you felt your heart pinch in a way that was all to similar to what you had felt in your previous relationship.
"You talk too much, you know that?" Your ex had told you that numerous times, and eventually it led to a break up. And your constant yapping became something that made you insecure.
But when you first met Seungmin you felt like you were perfect the way you were. Chan had said you would balance Seungmin out quite well. And up until now you felt as if that were the case.
Now you wondered if maybe you did become to much.
Maybe the constant chatter had become annoying to the quiet boy you loved dearly.
And while you had been in love numerous times before, it hurt more to even think of losing Seungmin than all your previous heart breaks combined. And that was a lot considering you had always been the one to have your heart broken.
You couldn't tear yourself away from your phone screen - rereading those texts and overanalyizing the tone.
Maybe it was in a light hearted way? Or maybe it was the complete opposite and it was fully aggression?
You sat there trying to pick apart every single meaning, connotation, and tone the words he sent could have when your phone dimed again.
"I'm guessing your busy shopping since my phone has been quite for more than fifteen minutes. Haha, I think that's a first!"
You did everything in your power to try and bite back the knot in your throat from coming up and causing tears. So much so your eyes started to burn and you ended up shedding a few quietly.
The rest of the day you busied yourself with miniscule little tasks like dusting the fans and sweeping the welcome mat that you intended to take along with you when you moved in with Seungmin.
You tried to take your mind off of the texts. You figured Seungmin didnât mean it in anyway malicious sort of way. In fact you knew he meant it as a lighthearted joke. In the time you had spent with him you had easily learned just how kind and loving of a person he was, and how much he cared for you.
You just couldnât shake the hurt from those words - and more importantly the fear you had deep down that there was some truth to the words he had sent.
By the time Seungmin arrived at your apartment it was early evening. Every Wednesday you guys would cook together ever since you witnessed him and Felix blowing food up by accident on a live. Seungmin followed the normal routine of slipping off his shoes and into his house slippers and immediately changing into a cheap shirt he had bought when you first had started your endeavors since he was smart enough to realize he was a messy cook.
âHey baby.â He said as he greeted you with a quick hug from behind and a chaste kiss to the cheek before he went to wash his hands.
You have a small noise of acknowledgement as Seungmin dried his hands off on a plaid towel and turned to you with happy anticipation.
âWhat are we cooking today?â
âSpaghetti and meatballs.â You replied as you started to grab the necessary ingredients. Seungmin followed you around like a happy puppy and helped you a carry everything to the counter you reserved for preparation of ingredients.
âSo how do we start?â Seungmin asked. By now he had noticed your face was a little droopy and your responses were short and if there was any conversation it was only in answer to his initiation.
âWith the ground beef.â You said as you pulled out a big bowl to put the meat and seasonings in. Seungmin watched you from his peripheral as you poured in some panco bread crumbs and a bunch of other various aromatic seasonings while he opened up the meat packaging.
As he kneeled everything with his hands he tried asking you about your day.
âSo did you end up ordering the mugs baby?â
âNo, I didnât.â Silence.
âOhâŚmaybe after dinner we can look on Etsy together? Or maybe find a website to customize them? It might seem like a lot but I think the guys would really appreciate your sentiment.â
âYeah, we can do that.â Silence.
Seungmin started to roll out oddly and unevenly shaped meatballs and continued to try and ask you questions as you guys worked, but your answers we short. Not rude. But literally short.
Not thouroghly explained like usual.
Even at dinner you were quiet and barely even touched your food.
âDo you not feel good baby?â Seungmin asked you as you played with a piece of garlic bread.
âI feel okayâŚmaybe a little tired.â You said popping the piece into your mouth as if to show you were feeling fine.
Seungmin sighed and put his fork down.
âDid my text hurt your feelings?â He had been worrying about it all day when he had seen you had left him on read. It was an odd thing but nevertheless endearing when you would finish a conversation over text and send a meme to him just to acknowledge the end of the conversation, and to make sure he âdidnât find it hurtfulâ that you had left him on read. Even if he constantly assured you it was in no way shape or form a problem.
You hadnât sent him a meme. And the more he thought about it he realized that his humor might not have translated through text.
âIm sorry if I hurt your feelings. It was a joke, Y/N. I would never purposefully want to hurt you. I love when you share about your day. I was a bit tied up so while you texting me might have been inconvienent at the moment doesnt mean I donât appreciate you wanting me to know everything about what you are doing. I love that you want me to be a part of your life , even the tiny thing.â
âItâs okay babe.â You replied putting a smile on your face. âI know you didnât mean it to hurt me. Iâm just tired thatâs all.�� You let out a breath as you stood up and collected Seungminâs plate. âMaybe we can just watch a movie instead of shopping? I just donât feel like thinking very much right now in any capacityâŚâ You let out quietly.
âOf course.â Seungmin responded, trailing you into the kitchen as you set the plates in the sink. âI love you.â He said quietly, his voice lilting up slightly. Were you actually okay?
âI love you too Minmin.â You place a a small kiss next to his eye and head towards the living room.
During the movie Seungmin kept stealing glances at you as you leaned on him but not into him. As you laughed but the curve of your mouth didnât exactly reach your eyes. And how those same eyes were focused on the screen but your mind was obviously some place else.
Although you had said you were fine your silence gave him the answer you actually wanted to give. That Seungmin had struck a nerve more sensitive than he had known.
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pairing: spencer reid x reader
set sometime in early s2; you get stuck sharing a room with your favorite boy genius who absolutely cannot know that you have feelings for him. and also, thereâs only one bed. fluff, f!reader (i think there's only two usages of gender markers)
word count: 4.7k
notes: this is a rework of a very old fic i used to have up on ao3. i'm thinking i'll do more of these, i've got a few spencer fics in the vault and it was fun to rework this and see how my style has changed :)
You shivered against the cold desert air. Twirling a keyring around your finger, you headed for the door marked 3. You were exhausted from the day and so, so ready to collapse into bed as soon as you got inside your room.Â
You turned the key in the lock while Spencer waited behind you. It was late, and you and the team had pulled into a motel for the night, having been dragged out to a tiny rural town by the unsub after days of tracking him through surrounding areas. Heâd been apprehended, finally, and handed over to local police around midnight. You all had decided it best to spend the night before driving back into town in the morning for take off.Â
So here you were, at one of those single story motels that still used actual keys instead of key cards. Given the time of night, you knew vacancies would be scarce, so youâd already expected to have to double up on rooms. Gideon had stayed behind at Quantico, leaving Hotch and Morgan in one room and JJ and Prentiss in another, with you and Spencer sharing the last room. Youâd hung back while JJ got everything figured out with the concierge (who was just a bored looking kid posted at the desk), and then sheâd passed you your key with its little keyring attachment listing the room number and you all bade each other goodnight.
Youâd been on the team nearly a year already, but you were still the rookie compared to everyone else. Even Spence had two years on you. But seeing as you two were the youngest, and the least inclined toward the more physical parts of your jobâ the chasing, tackling, firing your weapon partsâ you were paired off with him more often than not.Â
You werenât complaining. Youâd come to know Spencer pretty well, and you didnât feel much apprehension at the thought of sharing a room with him for one night.Â
That is, until you opened the door.Â
âOh,â you said involuntarily. Â
"There's only one bed,â Spencer said.Â
âSure looks that way.âÂ
"At least it's a queen?"Â
There was a brief pause before you both started speaking at the same time.Â
"Maybe we can go back to the conciergeâ" Spencer began.Â
"I mean, I guess I don't reallyâ"Â
"âalthough, JJ did say we got the lastâ"Â
"âmind as long as youâ"Â
You cut yourself off this time. Itâs not like there was another good option, unless one of you wanted to sleep in the car. "This is fine?" it came out as a question rather than a statement.Â
"I think so? I wouldn't want toâ to make you uncomfortable or anything."
"This is fine," you repeated, more sure of yourself this time. âAnd you donât make me uncomfortable.â Â
It was only kind of a lie. You trusted Spencer with your life, of course. But he also made you nervous. He was sweet, kind, always seeming genuinely interested in anything you had to say. And of course, anyone could see that he was attractive. You were developing feelings for him, and in a job where your coworkers and your crush himself were all adept at reading people, it really wasnât a good position for you to be in. You just hoped Spencer was as oblivious with women as Derek made him out to be.Â
"We should get out of the doorway," Spencer suggested, and you realized you'd been standing in the threshold this whole time.
"Right."
The two of you walked in, Spencer closing and locking the door behind you. It was a modest room in a tiny town; your standard ugly-patterned, faded bedspread draped over the queen bed in the center, a window looking out into the parking lot, and a dresser that didnât even have a TV on top of it. You headed straight for the bed, sitting on the edge and removing your shoes while Spencer stood by with his hands in his pockets.
"You know, if it's a problem I can sleep on the couâ uh, the chair," Spencer offered, looking back mid-sentence and realizing that the only additional furniture this motel offered was one rigid looking armchair by the window.Â
"No, you're not doing that."
"What?" he asked, taken aback by the quickness of your response.
"You're not sleeping in that chair. It looks horribly uncomfortable and Iâm sure itâs never been cleaned, and I know how youâd feel about that.âÂ
Spencer grimaced, not having thought about that particular detail. âYeah, but, I mean⌠Iâd do it for you.âÂ
God, why did he have to say stuff like that? Like you were something special. And why now, when you were stuck in the same room with him until morning? It probably didnât even mean the same thing to him as it meant to you. He was one of the most caring people youâd ever met. Heâd probably say that to any one of you on the team.Â
Or maybe sleeping in a chair meant nothing to him at all. Maybe he actually didnât want to share the bed with you and thatâs why he was trying so hard to avoid it.Â
Ugh. You just wanted this day to be over. It was late, the case had been a week long, and now you were probably in for a fun night of overthinking and second guessing when youâd been expecting silence and easy, dreamless sleep.Â
Okay, maybe that last part was never really an option, but still.Â
âLook,â you sighed, âI know this isn't an ideal situation but there's a perfectly good bed here, so letâs just share it. If youâre okay with that. It's just one night and tomorrow we'll be back home and nobody has to know about it."
You had to fight from squeezing your eyes shut in regret. You wished that had come out differently. You chanced a look at Spencer, realizing that youâd been staring down at the faded carpet pattern while you spoke.Â
The look on his face was one you hadnât seen before, and you almost couldn't place it. He seemed sort of disappointed. Disappointed that he had to share a bed with you? Or that you'd made it sound like you didn't want to share a bed with him? Nope, you could not go down that road tonight. You shook your head once as if it would clear the thoughts from your tired mind.Â
âIâm okay with that," he said, casually enough that you could almost convince yourself that youâd just imagined the look on his face before. "So, do you want the shower first, or...?" Spencer asked.
"No, I can wait, you go ahead," you said. You desperately needed the moment to yourself anyway. Â
You started rifling through your bag for pajamas, toiletries, and your charger as an excuse to look busy while Spencer made his way into the bathroom with his things. As soon as the door closed behind him, you flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as if it might hold all the answers.Â
Spencer couldn't know about your feelings. For one thing, you were pretty sure there was a rule against dating your colleagues in the BAU. If not, there probably should be. You were such a close knit team, and if anything went wrong⌠you couldnât imagine how difficult that would be. But then, the evil and uncooperative part of you also couldnât help but think that things might go right.Â
From the beginning of your time at the BAU, youâd been drawn to Spencer. It just kind of made sense. Youâd gotten through school at an accelerated paceâ though not as quickly as him, the man was on another fucking level when it came to academicsâ and you were one of the only people who found his fact dropping actually interesting, often asking him follow up questions. Heâd looked adorably shocked the first few times youâd done that.Â
He listened intently to your passionate rants about your favorite films and tv shows, even though he hadnât seen any of them. When the two of you had discovered a shared interest in mythology and folklore, Hotch nearly had to separate you so you would actually get some work done. It was like you were a kid in school again, and you mightâve been embarrassed if you didnât find it so funny, if you werenât so giddy at the idea of a friendship that could make you feel like a kid again.Â
Spencer understood you in a way that other people didnât, laughing at your jokes even when they didnât land for anybody else. When people interrupted or spoke over you, he always paid attention, and in situations where you were trying to add details to the profile heâd bring the conversation back around to you.Â
Throughout your life youâd learnedâ through painstaking trial and errorâ to fit in pretty well in most any group you found yourself in, but youâd always considered yourself to be a little weird. A little too different. But when you were with Spencer, you felt like you didnât have to try so hard. You could both be a little different, together.Â
Spencer opened the bathroom door then, startling you. Youâd been so lost in thought you hadnât even noticed the water turn off. You looked over to see him wearing a loose white t-shirt and pajama pants, his hair still damp. And now you knew what Spencer looked like fresh out of a shower. And of course it was endearing as hell.Â
âIf thatâs how youâre planning to sleep,â Spencer began, referencing how you were laid out in the dead center of the bed, your arms fully outstretched and hands hanging off the mattress, âthen I think we might have a slight problem after all.â Â
You walked out of the bathroom a short while later, dressed in your usual sleepwear of shorts and an oversized shirt. Youâd put your hair up in a bun to protect it while you showered, and now it hung loose around your shoulders. You simultaneously wished your outfit was cuter and uglier; knowing your giant t-shirt wasnât flattering your figure while also feeling like you had too much skin exposed. Not that it mattered. You were just going to get some sleep and then wake up in the morning and head home. Everything would be back to normal.Â
Spencerâs in bed already. Heâd turned off the big light while you were showering, the lamps on either side of the bed casting him in a softer, warmer glow. He looked up from his book to find you standing there, and the soft, familiar look in his big brown eyes had you rooted to the spot.Â
âHey,â he said softly, patting the space next to him in invitation.Â
You conceded, finding your legs again and sliding into bed beside him. âHey.âÂ
He fidgeted with the pages of his book, ultimately shutting it closed on his index finger to mark the page. âSo, uh, are we okay?âÂ
âYeah, of course,â you answered genuinely, feeling bad that your internal struggle had manifested in a way that worried him.Â
âOkay, cool,â he said. He paused long enough to let you explain if you wanted to, another invitation. You knew he wouldnât push it if you didnât offer something up. You wanted to give him an explanation, but you couldnât bring yourself to.Â
âSorry,â you managed.Â
âFor what?âÂ
âI donât know⌠acting weird, I guess. Itâs just been a long day.âÂ
âOh, well, you donât need to be sorry about that. Youâre always weird.âÂ
Your mouth dropped open as you looked at him. âLook whoâs fucking talking,â you scoffed. Some of the tension dropped from your shoulders, glad he hadnât questioned you further.Â
âLanguage, please,â he held up a hand to stop you. âIâm delicate.âÂ
âWhaâ?â you let out a surprised little laugh. âYouâre an idiot!âÂ
âYeah okay, tell that to my Iâ.âÂ
âOh, my IQ of 187,â you finished for him, rolling your eyes. Even that was full of endearment. âGod, you are so annoying.âÂ
âHm. Yâknow, this might be a long night for you. Iâd hate to keep you up with my annoyingness.âÂ
âI feel like you couldâve come up with a better word than annoyingness, Mr. 187,â you tilted your head where it rested against the headboard, looking up at him.Â
âOh, sheâs being a smartass now!â he split into a surprised grin, and you could swear your heart skipped a beat.Â
âYou just said ass.âÂ
âWow. How quickly youâve corrupted me.âÂ
âRight, of course. Itâs my fault.âÂ
âI knew youâd agree.âÂ
âShut the fuck up,â you laughed.Â
Things felt a little bit more normal after that, joking around with Spencer like you normally did made the rest of the night feel less daunting.Â
Shortly after that, the two of you agreed that you should get some sleep, each reaching over to turn out the light on your respective sides of the bed.Â
You let yourself sink into your pillow, the exhaustion you had been feeling giving way to a hyper awareness of Reidâs body next to you. You were kept awake, completely overcome by the foot of space between you and Spencer; the consequences of crossing that space, the way it might feel, the curiosity over whether he was laying awake too, thinking the same thoughts as you. Even with that foot of space separating you, you could feel his body heat. You longed to move closer to him, to touch him, to let his warmth seep into you and lull you to sleep.Â
But you didnât, and you wouldnât, because this was just an unfortunate booking mishap. It didnât mean anything. Tomorrow it would be over, and you could more easily go back to hiding your feelings from everyone else and yourself.Â
Eventually, exhaustion won out.Â
You woke what couldâve been a few minutes or a few hours later, the sky still dark. You couldnât tell what exactly had woken you up, only the sense that youâd moved, almost like youâd fallen. But fallen from what?Â
You blinked in the dark, the street lamps in the parking lot providing enough residual light to keep the room from being pitch black.Â
Reid was sitting up. He mustâve bolted upright, you thought. Had that been what moved you? Were you lying on him?!Â
âHey, you okay?âÂ
âSorry. Just a nightmare,â he said as if it was nothing. âSorry to wake you.âÂ
âWhat was it about?â you ignored his apologies, sitting up as well.Â
âI don't really even remember,â he breathed, almost like it was funny. âJust having a physiological reaction to whatever it was, I guess.âÂ
You had nightmares too, of course. You all did. You hated remembering them, but you also hated the times when you woke up in the dark, dazed and inexplicably scared. Without thinking, you reached for his hand.Â
He turned to look at you then. âI really didn't mean to wake you,â he reiterated.Â
âI figured,â you smiled slightly. You noticed his breathing was just a bit too fast. You rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand, leaning over to rest your weight against his side, your head on his shoulder. His nervous system would regulate itself quicker this way.Â
âYou were on my pillow, by the way.âÂ
âWhat?â you ask, your head jerking back from him.Â
âI totally called it. You rolled right into the center of the bed in your sleep. Total bed hog.âÂ
âHey!â you protested, pulling your hand back from his in embarrassment. So you had been lying on top of him. Or at least really close to him. His hand chased after yours, finding you again.Â
âThat wasnât me complaining about it.âÂ
âOh,â was all you could think to say back.Â
It was quiet for a minute. You let your head fall back onto Spencerâs shoulder, but your heart raced in your chest.Â
âCan I ask you something?â he questioned, his tone becoming more serious.Â
âOhâ of course,â you answered, your brow creasing.Â
âWhat did you mean when you said âitâs not idealâ and ânobody has to know about itâ?âÂ
âWhâ Iâ Spencer, come on.âÂ
He didnât give you an out this time. Just waited for an answer.Â
âI donât even really know,â you sighed. Â
âI believe youâre being partially truthful about that.âÂ
âDonât profile me.âÂ
âIâm not. I just know you.âÂ
You sighed. âYou know, sometimes I hate that stupid memory of yours.âÂ
âI donât need an eidetic memory to remember that. It was a weird thing to say, and it happened like four hours ago.âÂ
âYouâre guesstimating. And it wasnât that weird.âÂ
âMaybe not, but the way you said it was. And youâre avoiding my question.âÂ
You continued to avoid it, biting down on your bottom lip.Â
âAnd you stuttered when I brought it up.âÂ
âI told you to stop profiling me.âÂ
This time, he just hummed in response.Â
âAnd so what if I stuttered?âÂ
âStuttering is usually more my thing. A nervousness thing.âÂ
Maybe this was actually your nightmare. Maybe youâd wake up soon and none of this wouldâve been real, and you wouldnât have had to explain to Spencer that the reason youâd had an attitude was because the situation tonight had made it harder to hide your feelings from him. Big feelings that became a lot harder to ignore when he was this close to you, still holding your hand, the mix of scents from his detergent and deodorant clouding your judgment. Of all the embarrassing scenarios that you couldâve imagined playing out tonight, this was very high up on the list.Â
âI said âitâs not idealâ because itâs not, just by definition. We were supposed to get a double room and we didnât. Not ideal. And I said no one has to find out because I can already see Morgan having a field day with it and I know the exact expression thatâll be on his faceââÂ
âThe eyebrows,â he nodded, lips pursed.Â
âAnd then everyone else will get in on it and I just figuredâŚâ you sighed. âI donât know. I didnât want to deal with that.âÂ
âThat all makes total sense.âÂ
âGood,â you breathed. Too relieved.Â
âNow tell me the rest of it.âÂ
âGod, Spencerââ you huffed out, frustrated. He knew you too well.Â
You wanted to run. Maybe you could go sleep in the car after all. And then ignore Spencer for the rest of the day, and then the year, and your life, andâÂ
âDonât make me say it,â you breathed. This had to be a dream.Â
âBut there is something to be said?â he questioned, his tone hushed, almost reverent.Â
It was just vague enough. You could pretend it was nothing.Â
âYes.âÂ
You felt like youâd just blown your life up with one word.Â
Spencer took a deep breath, your body cresting and falling with the movement of it.Â
âYou make me feel better about being myself,â he confessed. Â
You shut your eyes. You had a constricting feeling in your throat suddenly, and the awful realization that you might cry.Â
He spoke again, because you couldnât. âI havenât always felt good about it, you know? And then you joined the team, and, wellâ you changed a lot of things for me. And youâre beautiful, obviously, and I was scared to mess up what we have, because itâs special, I thinkââÂ
âIt is.âÂ
ââand then you started freaking out when you saw the bed,â he was smiling now, you could hear it, âand I thought, maybe it wouldnât be so crazy⌠maybe I could make you feel that way too.âÂ
âYou do. Of course you do. I feel like I can be my full self with you. I donât know that Iâve ever felt like that before.âÂ
Spencer laughed, a little delirious giggle, and squeezed your hand in his. Youâd managed to avoid crying, thankfully, and you grinned along with him, looking down at your joined hands as you squeezed him back.Â
Things seemed to still for a beat, the two of you sitting with this moment and letting it stretch out. You still couldnât really believe this was happening. You might have to tell Spencer to pinch you.Â
âSo what does that mean for us now?â you asked.Â
âWell, for right now at least, I think it just means that we can go back to sleep without overthinking things into oblivion.âÂ
âI was notââ
âOkay, this time I am profiling you, and youâre lying,â he cut you off, his smile still evident. Â
âOh, this was such a mistake.â
He continued like you hadnât spoken, laughing a little as he went. âI could practically hear it. Itâs like, you know when a computer is trying to use too much processing power and the fan starts whirring really loud? Like that but just like right next to me, like tangibleââ Â
âOkay! Thank you so much, I actually totally got it, you can stop now.âÂ
He laughed, and your cheeks warmed.Â
âFor the record, I meant we could both stop overthinking.â Then he shifted a little, facing you a bit more. With the hand that wasnât holding yours, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, a fake pout on his lips. âSorry I make you nervous.âÂ
You cackled at that, if it was possible to cackle in hushed tones. âOh, I bet you are. Besides, I know you like me now, so youâve lost that card.âÂ
âAre you certain of that?âÂ
âCertain that you like me or certain that you canât make me nervous?âÂ
âThe latter. I do like you, if that was unclear.âÂ
Your heart sped up, contradicting you as you answered, âThen Iâm certain you canât make me nervous.âÂ
He titled your face up to his then, using his index finger underneath your chin to make you look at him. âYouâre an awful liar.âÂ
You just shrugged, watching triumphantly as Spencerâs gaze fell to your lips. âItâs been working out pretty well for me so far.âÂ
âI guess it has,â he murmured, closing the distance between you and finally kissing you.Â
After so many months of imagining (and berating yourself for imagining) what Spencerâs lips might feel like on yours, you werenât disappointed.Â
For once you didnât have to think at all, the chemistry between you and him drowning out everything else. His hand fell to your waist, and yours moved to the curve of his jaw, pulling him closer as his mouth moved against yours. Your teeth grazed his bottom lip and he gasped, and your skin felt like it was lit up from the inside.Â
You pulled away to breathe, and to process, and to try and stop your head from swimming. You were rewarded with the awestruck look in Spencerâs eyes as he opened them again.Â
âOkay, was it just me, orââÂ
âThat was crazy,â you breathed.
âCrazy,â he agreed.Â
âSpence?âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âI donât think weâre getting back to sleep tonight.â Your eyes widened at the implication of saying those words at that time. âNot, like, in the sex way, though,â you hurried to correct yourself. âI need like, 4-5 business days to process things first, and Iâ well, I just meant, likeâ you know?âÂ
Spencer was nodding at you even as his eyebrows pulled together in a frown. âCan I still kiss you during those 4-5 business days?âÂ
âOh, yeah,â you said, sounding breathless.Â
âCool,â he agreed. âYou seem really nervous, by the way.âÂ
âWell, you kissed me.âÂ
âI did.â Â
âHow were you not nervous?â you breathed.Â
âOh, I was. Your reaction is making me feel a whole lot better about it though.âÂ
You scoffed half-heartedly. âI do so much for you.âÂ
âYou do,â he replied earnestly, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. âWe could lie back down, if you want. Like we were before I so rudely woke you up.âÂ
âYeah, Iâm super mad about that,â you joked. âAnyway, I was asleep for that, so youâll have to show me what I was doing.âÂ
He seemed all too pleased to do so. âOkay, so you were basically like,â he leaned back against the pillows, pulling you down with him, moving his hand to the side of your head to guide you to the place where his shoulder met his chest, âLike that, and then your arm was over here,â he picked up your arm and guided it around his waist.Â
âOh god, thatâs so embarrassing,â you said, realizing that he mustâve been awake when youâd done it.Â
âYeah, I know. Really terrible time for me.âÂ
âI can imagine. I can scoot back over to my side of the bed, just say the word.âÂ
âDonât you dare,â he said, squeezing you closer.Â
You trailed your fingers up and down his waist, feeling more content than you had in ages.Â
âI canât believe youâd suggest that I would have sex with you right after confessing my feelings. Like, take me to dinner first at least.âÂ
âOh my god,â you half-exclaimed, half-laughed. You felt your cheeks heat up again, grateful it was still too dark in the room to be noticeable. âYouâre right, Iâm so sorry. Howâs next Friday?âÂ
âHmm, I donât know. My work schedule is kind of unpredictable. Iâll have to get back to you.âÂ
âYouâre such an ass.âÂ
A few short hours later, you were back on the jet with the rest of the team. You were lying on the couch while Spencer sat in a seat one row up and across from you, both to avoid suspicion and so you could try to catch up on sleep. He sat facing away from you, but with the angle you were at you could still see one side of his face if you tilted your head up.Â
You were just beginning to fade when your phone buzzed next to you.Â
Spencer: I have to tell you something, coworker to coworker.Â
You looked up to see him blank faced, looking down at the book in his right hand, holding his phone in the left.Â
You text back: okay?Â
Spencer: My crush asked me out last night.Â
Youâre exceptionally glad no one was sitting close enough to see you. Spencer had caught you off guard, and you felt an infatuated grin spreading across your face.Â
You: what did u say?Â
Spencer: Wanted to get your opinion first.Â
You: i think u should say yes, obviously.Â
Spencer: Idk, Iâm kinda nervous. I think sheâs trying to jump me on the first date.
You just barely managed to refrain from laughing out loud. You looked up at Spencer again, and heâs looking at his phone as if it contained nothing more than a weather report. Youâre astounded.Â
You: one could argue that technically youâve already slept together, so thereâs less to be nervous abt
You saw his eyebrows raise just slightly. Success.Â
Spencer: Youâre trouble, you know that? See you Friday night
You: i promise i wonât try to jump youÂ
Spencer: Oh
Spencer: I fear I may have shot myself in the foot here
You: i wouldnât worry about it too much
Spencer: Thatâs rich coming from youÂ
You rolled your eyes even though he couldn't see you.Â
You: whatever. wear something sexy ;)Â
You heard him blow air out of his nose, an almost laugh.Â
âSomething funny?â you heard Derek ask.Â
Shit.Â
âThis book contains a historical inaccuracy that was proven incorrect eight years before its publishing date,â Spencer replied without missing a beat.Â
Unbelievable.
You: youâre unhinged :*
Spencer: Go to sleep already, would you?Â
You: coworker to coworker? my crush keeps interrupting my beauty sleepÂ
Spencer: Heâs probably worried about the worldwide implications of you becoming any more beautifulÂ
You: i guess thatâs why the universe gave you insomnia :( too prettyÂ
Spencer: Stop flirting with me
You: bc youâre too delicate??Â
Spencer: YesÂ
You snapped your phone shut, feeling dazed. You watched the clouds go by in the window across from you, and you couldnât help letting your gaze slide over to Spencer. Heâd put his phone down as well, concentrating on his book. Or pretending to concentrate. He was turning the pages much too slowly for his actual pace.Â
You: you have got to do a better job of fake reading than that
You heard a page turn.Â
You looked up again to see the ghost of a smile threatening the corner of his mouth.Â
This was going to be fun. And also, you were so screwed.Â
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in which the only person who can comfort you after your breakup with spencer reid, is spencer reid
inspired by the song "summer's end" by the artist currently known as phoebe bridgers
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warnings: gn!reader (correct me if im wrong), minor mommy issues, angst, happy ending
a/n: thank you to the person who requested this:) u r an angel and I listened to this song the whole time i wrote (if you haven't heard, listen!!) i sincerely hope you enjoy, i like this one a lot<3
She hung up on you.Â
Forty-seven minutes of being insulted and berated after youâd called her looking for comfort, and you put up with every single cruel wordâjust for your mother to hang up on you. And itâs exactly the kind of thing sheâd do, so you shouldnât be surprised. An ache, youâd expectâbut it shouldnât sting like this. You thought you knew better.Â
Now youâre in a ball on your couch, clutching your phone to your chest and crying. Thereâs no point hiding it. Your roommate is out with her girlfriend for the eveningâwhich is too bad because even though you feel like being alone, youâre sure thatâs the wrong call. Your other friends are out having fun tonight, too. Theyâd even invited you, but you turned them down. Look where that had gotten you. Obviously, your mother is not the person youâre about to run to for comfort, either.Â
You try to pretend, while youâre thinking of all these people who have ever cared for you, that Spencer Reid isnât on your mind at all. You try to pretend like you donât care that the person who loved you until you believed you actually deserved it is a contact going stale deep in the bowels of your text cache. With bleary eyes you scroll down, looking for your conversation where it gathers dustâthe end of your relationship was a mutual decision, and youâre friendly, but you havenât texted in a few weeks. Probably because every time the conversation starts to feel a little too easy, or the phone call lasts a little too long, that aching void in your chest gets worse and worse. Like pain in a phantom limb, you become acutely aware of what you do not have and how much it hurts. Â
So blame it on the tears, or the mind-muddling melodrama of your relationship with your mother, blame it on anything but the truthâwhen your thumb drops on that call button like the plunger on a syringe, you donât regret it. Â
What youâre not expecting is for him to answer after the first ring.Â
âHi,â you say with a snuffle before Spencer can get a word in. Thereâs a brief interlude, in which you pick at your nails, comfortable to just sit in silence if thatâs what he wants. As long as heâs there.Â
âHi.â Hearing his voice instantly melts a bit of the weight you hadnât realized you were carrying. Another pause, for which you remain silent, because you can feel him formulating a questionâand youâd like to hear him speak again. â...am I allowed to ask if youâre okay?âÂ
Your lips purse and twist to the side, pained and comforted by how easily he can tell that youâre distraught. One word across a tinny connection, and he knows.Â
âNo. Yes. I mean... I guess thatâs why I called you. But you donât have to ask me about it.â You sniff again and take a deep breath. âHow was your day? What state are you in?âÂ
âIâm in the district,â he answers after a moment, easing into a casualness that he likely doesnât feel for your sake. Wind crunches through the speaker. He probably just got out of work. âMy day was... it was good. I got to talk about my job to a bunch of elementary schoolers, which is always a confidence boost.âÂ
You chuckle, still laying on your side on the couch and watching storm clouds gathering outside.Â
âNice, nice. What else?âÂ
âLetâs see... I forgot lunch, so I had three oranges, and they were actually pretty good. I reread Game of ThronesâI donât know why I did that. Iâm never going to like that book.âÂ
âMasochist,â you smile. He laughs, and you hear the sound of a car door opening.Â
âOh! I talked to my mom. Believe it or not, she says hi.âÂ
A completely inadvertent snort constitutes your response. Itâs not what you meant to do, and out of context itâs sort of mean, but you actually think itâs incredibly endearing that he still talks to his mother about you. He scrambles to explain himself.Â
âI swear, we barely talked about you this time. Mostly we talked about her new boyfriend Leonard.âÂ
âNo, no, thatâs not... Iâm sorry, Iâm not laughing at you or your mom. Thatâs really sweet, actually. Tell her I say hi too.âÂ
When he next speaks, you can hear the smile in his voice.Â
âI will.â Another long pause. You imagine him sitting in the parking lot at Quantico, keys vertical in the ignition of his old car and feeling the silence just as much as you are. He surprises you by not ending the conversationâinstead he asks a question. It is concern, poorly disguised with nervous humor. Or maybe you just know him too well. âDo I get to find out whatâs on your mind, or are you leaving me in suspense here?â Â
You bite the inside of your cheek.Â
âUm... well, actually, I just got off the phone with my mom, too. It didnât go so well,â you laugh halfheartedly, âI know it was dumb to try and have an actual conversation with her, but... you know me. Always following blind optimism to the depths of hell.âÂ
âWhyâd you call your mom?â he asks, so gently it brings a fresh round of tears to your eyes. Still, you attempt to put a cheerful affect on your strained voice.Â
âMm, you know. Just needed someone to talk to.âÂ
Spencerâs knowing sigh does little to make you feel better.Â
âYou know you can always talk to me, right? I know itâs... itâs different now, but... I care about you a lot. And, you know, I receive very few phone calls, so the line is pretty much always open.âÂ
Your laugh quickly devolves into a cry.Â
âI appreciate that, but I canât talk to you about everything.âÂ
âWhy not?â he pleads immediately, voice thin and desperate like itâs his most burning question. A million lies dance over the tip of your tongue. A million things that feel safer to say than the truth. But in the end, it comes out anywayâchoked, and so quiet, but aloud nonetheless.Â
âBecause Iâm trying really hard to stop missing you so much.âÂ
Another long beat of silence. The back of your throat feels dry and hollowâa cage for your hummingbird heart.Â
âIf it hurts too much to talk to me, you donât need to do that to yourself. But I also donât want you to hurt yourself thinking youâre alone. You are... so important to me. I will always try to take care of you the best I canâwhether that means staying away or being at your front door. If you ever need me, or even... vaguely want me, I will be there.âÂ
Each word caves your resolve. Each syllable is a slap in the face to progress youâd been pretending to make. You can be strongâyou've proven that over the past ten weeks. You can be stone-faced and slash at your heart until the scar tissue is thick and jagged, and eventually it wonât hurt anymore. But maybe, by letting someone tend to the wounds, theyâll heal a little nicer. A little kinder. Even if you canât undo the damage, maybe one day youâll be soft again.Â
âWhat if I vaguely want you right now?â you sniffle.Â
Finally, you hear the silver jingle of keys turning. The sputter and rumble of an old engine coming to life.Â
âThen Iâm on my way.âÂ
Twenty four minutes later, thereâs a soft knock at your door. Â
After the call had ended, youâd wondered if you made it all up. Surely your ex-boyfriend wasnât actually about to show up at your apartment. Someone youâve grieved for canât just come backâthere are countless horror novels and movies based upon that very tenet. Does it matter if they ever actually died? How long is ten weeks, really? It feels like a lifetime.Â
You shuffle across the room, wiping under your eyes with your already damp sleeves, and undoing all the locks Spencer had conditioned you to start using. When the door cracks open, and you see Spencer standing there, windswept and concerned, for the first time in months, it hits you like a tidal wave. You are, beyond a shadow of a doubt, still just as in love with him as you ever were. The relief that floods your veins as he looks down at you with so much care in his eyes is like sinking into warm water. Itâs a dead giveaway, and maybe it makes this whole thing a terrible idea, but you canât seem to care very much. You open the door wider, and he enters, and he stands in your kitchen with his hands in his coat pocket as you shut the door and heâs perfect. It dawns on you that for the first time since the breakup, you feel safe. Like you donât have to be a stone pillar anymore. This, of course, translates into even more tears, which you try to hide as you face away, re-locking the door. Â
âSweetheart...â he sighs, because you canât hide anything from him. Hearing the resonance of his voice so close to you once more is overwhelming. In an instant youâre rushing into his arms, and he accepts you without hesitation. You bury your teary face in the vetiver safety of his button-up and slip your arms under his coat, as if you could absorb his warmth and forever hide from the world that way. He pulls you even closer. Itâs terrible and cruel how much he is exactly what you needed. âWhatâs wrong? What did she say?âÂ
You shake your head and gasp a small sob.Â
Truthfully, youâre not really crying about the petty insults from your mother anymore. Youâre back to square one, the reason youâd called your mother to begin withâyou miss the man whose arms are currently wound around your shoulders.Â
His hand smooths over the back of your hair.Â
âOkay. Thatâs okay. We donât have to talk about it.âÂ
You stay like thatâcontent even as you cry because being with him feels so much safer than being alone. It feels rightâor perhaps itâs just familiar. You donât know which is worse. Â
Spencer is rubbing soothing lines up and down your back as you cling to him, soaking him up in all his ephemeral, comforting glory. He surprises you by chucklingâit vibrates through his chest, buzzing against your ear.Â
âNice Magritte print. I bet the person who bought that has fantastic taste.âÂ
âAre you gonna ask for it back?â you mumble into the fabric of his suit jacket. He is, of course, referring to the painting youâd more or less stolen from his apartment seven months ago. You really donât want him to take it home. Itâs the most overt Spencer memorabilia youâd allowed yourself to keep in plain sight.Â
âNo, baby. You can keep it.â The words are low, and kind, and they settle you some, but you canât seem to get him close enough. âWhat can I do?â he whispers after a moment, helpless as you take a shuddering breath. âCan I make you tea? Have you eaten?âÂ
âWill you just... stay for a little bit? IâllâI promise Iâll stop crying.âÂ
There is an unexpected lull where you thought youâd receive pretty immediate agreement, but before you can pull back and ask whatâs wrong, he murmurs, âyeah. I can stay for a while. But you have to kick me out before it gets too late.âÂ
You wonder if youâre imagining the double-entendre that seems to underline his words in bold red ink. Spencer is too smart to have not noticed a thing like that. You donât mention itâit all boils down to the same unspoken idea.Â
Donât let me stay, because I might not leave.Â
âI will,â you sniff, finally stepping back and wiping your own tears. It hurts to lose his touch, but at least you know heâs not going anywhere for the next few hours. This, as opposed to everything else lately, can be a beginning instead of an end. Â
At least, until he goes home.Â
Three and a half hours later, after tea, an impromptu dinner comprised mostly of cheese and crackers, and several vinyl changes on your record player (which served only as background noise for your long, ambling conversations), things are seeming to wind down to a natural stopping point. Which you hate. The whole time youâd had a dull ache in your chest because talking to him was easier than breathing and you knew it wouldnât last. There had been one or two false bottoms alreadyâthe first when youâd yawned around nine, and the second when youâd gotten up to do your skincare and brush your teeth half an hour later. Even then heâd just leaned against the doorframe, watching your reflection above the sink as you talked for fifteen more minutes. Now you stand across from each other in the kitchen, plates restacked and everything in order. Of course heâd insisted on helping you clean up.Â
âI should go,â he says, with a soft sort of finality in his voice. Â
âIs your carriage turning into a pumpkin?â you tease gently, to hide how much you donât want him to leave. He smilesâa small, weary thingâbut genuinely and endlessly charmed by you.Â
âThat among other things.âÂ
âWould youâwould you walk me to my room first?âÂ
The hesitance is clear in his eyes and the way his lips part as if to say, âI donât think thatâs a good ideaâ, but you're sure heâs really going to leave in a moment and youâre also sure he wonât deny you this one small thing before he does.Â
âOkay.âÂ
Itâs a short, silent walk through the living room and down the hall to your bedroom door, but you can feel him trailing behind you the whole way. You stop in front of your open door, turning face to face with him. Â
âThanks,â you murmur. Â
His lips pull into a melancholy smile.Â
âAnytime.âÂ
Thereâs nothing left to do but wrap your arms around each other once more, tuck yourself into the you-sized space between his head and shoulder and hold on for as long as heâll let you. The hug lingers for longer than is wise. Spencer adjusts his arms looped around your waist, pulling you closer, and you nuzzle against his neck, grateful that at least he seems as reluctant to let this end as you are. Â
But eventually, it relaxes. Your hold on each other loosens. His face is just inches from yours, and you get to study every plane and valley and line like youâd thought you never would again. It seems heâs doing the sameâlosing himself in the luxury of seeing you up close.Â
âWill you kiss me goodnight?â you whisper, unable to muster any self-consciousness though you know itâs a foolâs errand. Spencer strokes your waist.Â
âI canât do that, honey.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
His voice is just as quiet as yours. It falters slightly as he speaks, so gently, so patiently.Â
âBecause weâre not together anymore.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
Your feeble, desperate supplication sounds pitiable even to you. Youâre not proud, but you canât find it in yourself to be ashamed, either. All you want is an answer. But itâs like a child asking why the sky is blue, or the earth is round. There is a definitive explanation, but mostly, the adult will shrug, and say, thatâs just how it is.Â
Spencerâs eyes squeeze shut. His head tilts down.Â
âWe canât do this again, sweetheart. You know why weâre not together.âÂ
In theoryâyes. Youâd had so many conversations when youâd broken up. It had been a long, painful process, spanning multiple all-nighters at his kitchen table, nursing coffee and trying to convince each other and yourselves that it was the right choice. But it just feels like a horrible, horrible mistake. You feel desperate to explain this to him before he slips away againâthe words come out flustered, inelegant as you cling to him.
âBut I donât think Iâm getting better without you. I tried, I tried so hard to be good on my own, but everything is worse and harder andâand we werenât sure about it then, and I donât think it was the right choice, because I still really need you. Like, all the time. Iâmâitâs not getting better without you. Nothing got better.âÂ
He swallows, eyes darting between yours for an infinite second. Youâre breathless and your heart is pounding after your confessionâyou can feel your eyes stinging with the few tears that managed to escape as you spoke.Â
âEverything is worse,â he agrees shakily. âEverything. IâmâIâm getting disciplinary infractions from Hotch like Iâm a child because I canât focus on anything. Game of Thrones is the most complex literature I can comprehend right now. I had to use a calculator the other day.âÂ
You want to laugh, but nothing is funny until heâs yours again.Â
âThen come back. Please come back, Spencer.âÂ
Finally, he leans closer, until your heads are pressed together, and his nose bumps yours, feather light. You're dizzy. You exhale. He inhales.Â
âI donât think I knew how to leave in the first place.âÂ
When he kisses you, it feels like home.Â
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âGoing to pearls,â a woman spoke as she got into his car. âWhatâs your name?â He asked to confirm. âY/n,â she said. The man turned around, realizing that this young lady was alone.
Usually, he picks up a huge group. Thatâs why he has a limousine, but sheâs alone and has no one on her guest list.
âYou gonna drive, handsome?â Y/n asked. Logan quickly turned back around and began driving. He was surprised by the nickname, but he let it go. Heâs been called everything by now.
Loganâs been driving for ten minutes, music low, and y/n looking out the window. Heâs never felt this awkwardness because it wasnât him and only one person in the car.
âSo â Friends busy?â He asked. Y/n slowly turned her head, looking at the man in the mirror. âAll canceled. As always,â she added before she looked back out of the window.
âOh,â he said, feeling a bit bad. He could see she paid one hundred for every hour tonight, and he would be with her for six hours.
âI mean, I can talk to my job, probably give you a refund or somethin,â he said, feeling like he should help her in some way. Usually, the man couldnât care less, but y/nâs a young woman going to a club alone.
âIâll be fine â Guess all the drinks I bought will be for me,â she said in a low voice that pained Logan to hear. She seemed sweet, and her friends canceled out on her. All of them.
âWhat was this for? Like, tonight? What did you have planned for tonight?â He kept a conversation going which confused y/n. His profile says he preferred not to talk and that he wouldnât talk first.
âWell, itâs kind of my birthday, so â Yeah,â y/n sighed. âOh, well â Happy birthday?â He said, not knowing if it was appropriate. The woman giggled to herself at his attempt to make her feel better.
âAre you sure you donât wanna drink? Iâve got plenty and I canât leave with any bottles,â she said, pointing to the bottles on the table, all hard liquor and only one juice for a mixture.
âI kind of have to drive you back home,â Logan turned down her offer, which heâd never done before. âCâmon! Itâs my birthday,â she smiled at the man as she raised a bottle for him to take.
Logan waved her off, wanting to be responsible and think about her life that could be at stake, but he still felt bad about the empty spaces on the couches.
âFine, but only if you donât report me,â he joked, making her laugh as she took a bottle herself. âCheers to me and my only friend who showed up which is the bodyguard,â she raised her drink.
âCheers,â the man chuckled before raising the drink to his lips. He watched the girl drink, thinking it would be a small amount like any young lady, but her â She had almost chugged half the bottle.
âWoah, bub â Donât hurt yourself,â he said, making her roll her eyes playfully. âOh, donât be mad because I can drink more than you,â she said, wanting to have some kind of fun tonight. Getting her bodyguard drunk and then driving her home sounds like a fun story to tell.
âTrust me, y/n â You canât,â he said, but y/n didnât believe him. That was until he shrugged his shoulders and chugged the whole bottle. The expression across her face was stunned. Sheâs never seen anything like that before.
âWhat the fuck,â she whispered. âYeah â Kinda my power,â he chuckled. The man turned around to start his job and stood outside of her closed section until she spoke.
âWait! I-Iâm kind of alone so I donât mind if you â stay? Please, I kind of feel like shit,â she admitted. She told her friends she was completely fine about their cancellation, but sheâs not. She lost a lot of money and her mood was talk.
Logan couldnât turn the offer down just like the last, so he stayed. The two drank all night, finishing every last bottle. She even got him to dance with her which he wouldnât have done with anyone else. He had no idea whatâs gotten into him tonight.
âGod, tonight was fun,â y/n said as the man turned the corner where her apartment was. âYeah, it was,â Logan smiled as he took a quick look at the young lady who was now sitting in the passenger seat, body turned towards him.
âYou donât understand how much I appreciate you, Mister Logan. You were the best fun Iâve had in like years!â She admitted. He wasnât scared to drink and dance like most of her friends were.
âYouâre the most fun Iâve had in maybe forever,â Logan meant it, but she had no idea who this man was. She was too sad to notice when she first met him and now sheâs too drunk to realize.
âIs there a way I can repay you? Maybe like a cup of tea? I donât fuckinâ know,â y/n laughed with him. âI donât know, hun, I kind of have to get back home,â he said.
âHow far do you live from here?â She asked. âAbout thirty minutes,â he said. âOh, no,â she gasped. Heâd been drinking because of her, and now she was going to have him drive back and half an hour just to get him.
âDonât worry, bub. I've been doinâ this a lot,â he said. âYeah, but Iâll be stressed all night. Please, stay the night. I have a spare room? Itâs the least I can do,â she said, sounding like a beg. âGod, itâs hard to turn you down. Do you know that?â He said as y/n smiled.
Logan parked the car for the night before y/n got him situated in her spare room. âStill want tea?â She asked. âI think Iâll be fine, bub,â he said. âBut a shot would due,â he added. He had seen the liquor drawer she had.
âCominâ right up, handsome,â she said before walking off. As she did, he couldnât help but watch her figure. He scanned her dress earlier, but she looked way better just now. Maybe it was the alcohol? He didnât know.
âYou always drink this much?â She asked. âYeah, and you?â He asked as she handed him his shot before sitting next to him with hers. âAs you can see,â she giggled.
âCheers to a goodnight with a man I brought back from the club?â She couldnât help herself. âCheers,â the man downed the drink as he watched her. Sheâs looked so drinkingâŚ
âGod, that itâs hard,â she shook her head. âYeah,â he aimlessly said as he watched a drop of liquor roll down her lip. âHey, câmere,â the man said, softly turning her face before wiping the liquor from her mouth.
Y/n was shocked and silent, not knowing what to do after. That seemed so sweet, but at the same time, she was drunk out of her mind.
âThey look pretty,â the man spoke, breaking the silence. His thumb grazed her bottom lip, loving the smooth feeling of them. âReally?â She asked low, feeling shy all of a sudden. She hasnât been all night until now.
âMhm hm,â he mumbled as he slowly leaned into her. She felt like she was in a trance the way she felt she needed to lean in. Her heart was raising until their lips touched.
At first, it was sweet and slow, maybe a little tongue but after they both opened and locked eyes, they couldnât help it.
Y/n quickly hopped on top of Logan, now grinding on his hips as he held her up by her ass. The man was shocked at her aggression and dominance but couldnât complain.
âYou taste so good,â she said under her breath as she kissed him. âIâm glad I took you home,â she added before moving down to his neck. She felt this hard urge to mark the man she hardly knew.
âFuck, y/n,â Logan moaned low. He knew his voice could go that high. Y/n hummed into his neck, sucking long and rough to make sure he was living here marked up.
âCan feel how hard you are. Bet youâve been waiting for me to touch you all night, hm?â She asked, hands traveling down his stomach until she could palm his clothes cock.
âMhm hm,â the man whined at her grip. âWords, baby,â she demanded in a soft voice. âY-Yes, baby,â the manâs mouth went slack at her touch. âSo good,â she said before pushing him down in the bed.
âGonna be good for me tonight?â She asked as he nodded quickly. âGonna be my birthday gift, baby?â Y/n had lifted her dress before fondling with his belt. âYes, yes, I am,â he couldnât hide his heavy breathing.
âOh god â Youâre a big boy, arenât you?â Y/n pulled Loganâs cock out. He was heavy and huge. âYes, I am,â he answered, wanting to be good for her. He wanted to make her proud. He wanted to make a woman he barely knew, proud.
âHe looks hungry,â y/n stroked the man, watching his pre cum leak from the tip. Y/n spat on the manâs cock, making his eyes widen because no one has ever done that to him before. Theyâd just wrap their mouth around him or push him inside with no preparation.
âGonna feel so good,â y/n lifted her hips before sliding all the way down in one go. âF-Fuck,â the man cried out, his already bucking up into her.
âFuck â Could you be my bodyguard every night?â She jokingly asked but the man nodded back so quickly, she thought about it. Maybe he isnât too bad. He was fun tonight. He could be fun every night.
âGonna let me wet you every night, baby?â Y/n asked as she leaned down on his body. âFuck, yes â I wanna be with you every night,â the manâs hips moved slightly up into y/n, causing her to clench around him from how deep he gets.
âHow old are you again, baby?â Y/n asked. âTwo hundred,â the manâs hands gripped y/nâs ass, not thinking about his response. âA man with a sense of humor â So hot,â
Y/n rolled her hips, grinding on the man to feel every thick and long inch in her. The way his skin rubbed her walls, made her squeeze around him. He was close but felt embarrassed about how short he was going to last.
âGonna cum for me, baby?â Y/n asked, seeing the man bite his lip, trying to focus on holding back. âCâmon â I want you to fill me,â y/n whispered in his ear before giving it a light slick.
âFuck,â the man let out a shaky moan as his legs shook. âCâmon, baby â Cum in me,â y/n began bouncing in the manâs cock, feeling him twitch inside her. She just knew he was going to give her a big and well-needed load.
âCâmon,â y/n rode him harder, filling the room with their skin slapping against each other and her wet cunt coating his cock. âIâm cumming!â Logan warned through his teeth as his hips bucked upwards a few times.
Y/n kept riding him, mixing his seed inside of her until she felt like she had enough. âSo fuckinâ good, baby. I wonder if you taste you,â y/n spoke, feeling the urge to suck him dry.
âFuck, itâs too much,â the old man said, grilling her hips a bit tight so she could slow down, but she wouldnât. âOh, really?â She asked, feeling the knot grow in her stomach. She was so close.
âGod- Fuck â I canât take it, baby,â Logan tried begging her. âYes, you can. Just a few more seconds, baby. You think you can do that?â She asked, looking into Loganâs eyes. They were glossy and full of lust.
The man nodded his head with a shaky hum, feeling the need to cum again. âGood boy,â she spoke as she leaned up, rocking her hips back and forth until she couldnât anymore.
Y/n released on the man, earning a whine from him. After she came, he couldnât hold himself in. He had come inside of her again. For the second time.
âOh god,â y/n breathed out, feeling so full. âS-Sorry,â the man shook as she leaned in front of his face, hands rubbing his cheek. âWanna feel more of you,â she said.
The man was shocked at how many times this woman could go, but he didnât want to disappoint her. He wanted to pleasure her and make her happy. He tried to be good for her. And he was for the whole night and many more.
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exes to lovers
pairing: ex!enhypen x gn!reader
genre: fluff, slight angst if you squint
word count: 2.6k (each member is 300-400)
warnings: mention of princess treatment in Jay's(I don't feel like it implies a female reader, but understand if gendered terms make you uncomfy), Sunghoon's is a little depressing, lmk if there's anything else
Ty to my bae Milan ( @kairoot ) for the helpđ
reblogs and feedback are appreciated!
Heeseung
Guess I never got over you
There's never a moment in time where he's not thinking of you. Everything reminds him of you. Whenever he's scrolling through pictures on his phone, he always comes across yours. He could never bring himself to delete them. You were just.....his whole world. You were his everything and even though you broke up he could still feel a piece of you somewhere in his heart.
He doesn't even try to get with anyone else. He might go on dates here and there, but nothing goes anywhere. Not because the date was bad, but none of them are you. He only wants you. He doesn't admit it to anyone else, but you're always on his mind every second.
A year without you felt like hell. It was the biggest surprise to see you out while he was running errands. He wanted to be normal, didn't want to approach you and make you feel awkward. But most importantly, he didn't want to expose that he still had heavy feelings for you. He assumed you got over him, probably dating someone else now. He wouldn't be surprised cause you're so amazing.Â
He's in total shock when you approach him. There's a smile stuck on his face the entire time. Talking to you felt as if the gloom in his cloudy brain was overtaken by sunshine. You were his sunshine. You'd invite him to get something to eat after figuring out you both hadn't eaten. Was this for real? Is he dreaming?
You never realized how much you missed him until now. The others never satisfied your needs. Never gave you the proper attention he had, stared at you with loving eyes like he had, going out of their way to make you smile on your worst days like he had. You realized then that Heeseung was made for you. Being together may not have been right a year ago, but now, you knew it was the perfect time.
Jay
Never a moment you're not on my mind
Breakups were difficult, we all know this. But your breakup with Jay broke you. You felt as if a part of you left. You felt as if you were drowning in an ocean and he was the only one who could save you. But he wasn't there. At this point you believed life was unfair. Your first valentine's day without him really reminded you how in love you were.
The sweet gestures he would do, the dates he would plan, the gifts he would get, the princess treatment you received. You felt like you mattered to him. You felt like you were special. And you were. He saw you as more than just his partner. The breakup did a lot of damage to his heart as well. Though he wasn't as broken for long like you were, the impact you left on his life was visible. Especially now that you are gone.Â
You miss him everyday. There were times you believed you were over him. Times when you believed you were okay. Suddenly everything would come crashing down again. You just knew he was with someone new. Knew he didn't think about you the way you thought about him. Though not to the same extent as you, he did think about you.
Fate. That's how you'd both describe it when you bumped into each other. It was at a concert for a band you both loved. You'd spend so much time gushing over them together when you were dating. Things were extremely awkward. Actually that's an understatement for the tension between you two. It was as simple as a "hi" and a "how are you" before you had parted ways that day.
Little did you guys know that one occurrence was one of many. Suddenly you guys saw each other five times a month. At that point you knew it had to mean something right? The short conversations turned into long ones. All of a sudden you guys were texting? Then calling? Oh this totally meant something. Let's just say a rekindle of the relationship was the next step and it came faster than you could ever imagine.Â
Jake
Are we even exes?
The breakup was unexpected....kind of. Jake couldn't handle seeing you hurt, you couldn't handle seeing him that way either. With that being said, you both agreed to be friends. Friends, that was totally all you were. He was totally your ex. It was normal to still talk everyday, cuddle in bed, watch movies together, say "I love you" to each other, and make out. You know, things exes don't do.Â
You both swear up and down that you didn't realize you two were still acting like you guys were together. It took your friend to ask you if you got back with him for you to realize the situation. That's when the real breakup happened. You cried for days after cutting things off. Some days you felt fine and then the next you would feel as if a pile of garbage fell on you.Â
This sucked. Everything sucked. Everyone sucked. It took months to finally get over him. You had started going on dates again and let Jake completely leave your mind. Life without him was strange at first, but then it became normal. Even when you first saw him again at your mutual friend's party, you weren't fazed. He didn't seem fazed either. In fact, you saw him dancing around with another girl. That had to be his girlfriend right?Â
Didn't matter to you though. Strangely enough, that wasn't a one time thing. You started seeing him everywhere. Like legitimately everywhere. Was this a sign? Nah, it can't be. Things changed fast however. At another one of your friends party's you saw him again.
 This time he was alone. He came up to you first. You guys talked for a bit...maybe one hour... actually for the rest of the party. One thing led to another and you both started talking consistently again. You found out that the other girl wasn't his girlfriend and she was just someone he met at that party. Safe to say you two weren't opposed to the idea of trying to work things out.
Sunghoon
Seems like we both can't move on
You always wondered if he still thought about you. You for sure thought about him. Every single day. There was no proper way to describe the hole you felt in your heart without him around. It made you feel as if you didn't cherish the relationship while it lasted. Little did you know that Sunghoon had thoughts about you. They were never ending. Whenever he tried to focus on other things, you popped back into his mind.Â
Something he's embarrassed to admit is that he has dreams about you. He didn't even realize that he stopped going outside much. He spent most of his time in his bed doing nothing, but thinking about you. You were no better. You were someone he could rely on and be raw and honest to. He was someone you could be your most authentic self with.
When you went on dates with other people, that was the one thing you noticed. None of them made you feel safe the way he did. None of them made you laugh the way he did. Were you ever going to find another like him? The first time you had seen him again, you chose to not speak. You wanted to get over him, talking to him wouldn't help.Â
Funny enough, Hoon shared that same thought process. He noticed you, but feared speaking with you would make it harder to get over you. He knew it would. The both of you hated to admit, but you both hoped to see each other again. Unexpectedly, it happened again. This time, you couldn't pretend you didn't see him. He couldn't pretend he didn't see you. Because you both locked eyes the moment you saw each other.
He was about to approach you, but his friend called for him before he could reach you. Feeling somewhat hurt, you went home hoping another occurrence like that would happen. You didn't need to hope, though. Your phone buzzed, and when you checked your notifications, he texted you. 'Wanna talk in person...alone?' That was the message. You couldn't leave him hanging. Better yet, you weren't going to. Maybe, just maybe, this time things would go right.
Sunoo
The words friend and ex don't mix
You never imagined that you could still be friends with your ex, but Sunoo was different....or at least you thought. Everything was mutual, so you guys promised there would be no bad blood. What was meant to be something as simple as being cordial, you found yourself still texting and calling him.Â
It's not like he was much better either. He picked up all of your calls and called back when he missed them. He responded to all your text messages and eventually found himself going out of his way to message you.Â
One thing led to another, and you guys began to hang out again. Realizing how much you missed him, how much he missed you, all of this became a regular thing. Still at that, you told yourself that you were just friends and nothing more. That was until your friend asked you directly if you still had feelings for him.Â
Of course you said no, it was impossible for you to catch feelings for your ex again right? Actually no, not at all. What if he didn't feel that way about you? Wondering if you should cut things once and for all, you then receive a message. From him. He wanted to meet with you. Anxious was somehow an understatement for how you felt.Â
You knew just as good that you would regret this. You knew he was going to cut things off, so you were preparing yourself. This last time you would spend together felt so bittersweet. You'd be in for a surprise when Sunoo spoke words you didn't know you desperately wanted to hear. "Wanna try us again?" That sweet smile you missed seeing. His delicate voice you missed hearing. Nothing in the world could compare to this moment. "Of course."
Jungwon
Can't escape you
You hadn't seen him since the breakup. It had been about 2 years since it all happened. It took you some time, but eventually you were able to move on from everything. You weren't necessarily trying to get back in the dating pool. Everytime your friends tried to set you up on a date you told them you weren't ready. The time just didn't feel right.
But has timing ever been on your side? Six months ago you started a new job at a cafĂŠ. It was mainly so you could build your bank up to help pay for your studies. Your coworker had told you the other day that someone new would be working. You did not expect it to be Jungwon. While you were wiping down the counter, you heard his voice. There was no mistaking his voice. "Hey, I'm Ju- oh.." He paused the moment he noticed who you were.
"Hi." You avoided all eye contact with him. Opening hours were coming up in 15 minutes, so you needed to make sure everything was set up. However, you couldn't take your attention away from him. He couldn't take his eyes away from you. You both failed to notice that neither of you moved. That was until the door opened and customers started coming in. From that day on you realized you'd be seeing him a lot.
For the first 3 months of working together you didn't dare speak to him and neither did he dare speak to you. The only words you'd exchange were work related. One day however, oddly enough, Jungwon approached you. Why? You still don't know, but the conversation was pleasant. You got the chance to catch up on each other's lives and share a few laughs. That's all. At least you thought so.
More months passed, and whenever you saw Jungwon you got that feeling. You know, the one where you can't think straight when your crush is around and your heart feels like it's 3 steps away from a heart attack? But you didn't have a crush on your ex right? Caught up in your thoughts, you never noticed how his eyes shined whenever they landed on you. How he was so eager to see you and hear your voice. He already accepted defeat. He'd fallen for you all over again. Now, all he needed was for you to admit you wanted him too.
Ni-ki
I'm here now
One of the more..."normal" breakups. Things just didn't work out at the time. He was traveling a lot while you were busy studying. You guys barely had time for each other and the relationship turned into a long distance one. You both decided things weren't working out and ultimately decided to break up. It broke your heart, of course it did. No breakup was easy.
You often found yourself reminiscing on the time you had spent together. He did too. Riki found it hard to sleep some nights knowing you weren't in his arms. I mean technically towards the end of the relationship you weren't there often, but being broken up felt different. Slowly but surely you built yourself up again. You weren't crying anymore and you were able to sleep peacefully now. However, you did still think about him from time to time.
It had only been a few months after all. You were still healing and that journey is never finishing quickly. Once you were in a better state your grades had improved, your skin was clear, you really took time to look after yourself. Riki on the other hand was healing slowly too. A few people had approached him, but he wasn't interested. Though he was getting over you, there were times you were on his mind. When a year and 6 months of your breakup passed, the both of you were in better shape. You both felt better and looked better.
Even better news, Riki was no longer traveling like crazy. He knew this was probably going too far, but he needed to see you. He at least wanted to see how you were doing. He claimed he wanted nothing more, but deep down, he wanted to hold you, kiss you, tell you the words you wanted to hear before you guys broke up. 'I'm here to stay.' You were at the library looking for a book you needed for a class when you noticed a familiar figure in your peripheral entering. It was Riki. You couldn't lie and pretend like you weren't excited. Riki didn't even know why he was there.
Something in his body just told him to go to the library. Now he knew why. Upon seeing you, he couldn't resist the urge to let his arms fly open. You found your way into his embrace. His hug was tight. It made you feel secure. Without saying any words, mainly to avoid noise violations, his body did all the talking. The reassurance you wanted from that time, you finally got it. Riki wasn't letting you go anytime soon. He honestly forgot you guys were in public. To make the moment more perfect, he leaned into your ear and spoke those magical words. "I'm here, and I'm going to stay for you.â
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my sweet girl.
ellie williams x afab!reader
warnings: friends to lovers, virgin reader, ellie has a praise + innocence kink, fingering, oral r!receiving, facesitting, fondling, lots of kissing, you talk her through it, fluff !!!!
a/n: kinktober week 2 is here! writing this had me feeling some typa way,, ellie would never admit it but sheâs def a praise kink girly
Today was different. Not because you were doing anything out of the ordinary â because you werenât. You were hanging out with your friend Ellie, as you usually did on the weekends.
But you noticed that youâd let your eyes linger on her for a bit too long. And she let her eyes linger on you, too. You wondered if she always did that; if you only noticed because you felt confident enough to stare a bit more today.
Truthfully, your crush on Ellie developed a while ago. You were almost sure that it was obvious, considering how easily youâd agree to her â on everything.
But Ellie didnât seem to mind. Or maybe she just didnât notice? Either way, she really liked your presence.
She made that apparent, albeit casual with it. Some days she showed up with a smile on her face and a movie tucked under her arm. Other times, sheâd alter the schedule, sneakily pairing herself with you for patrols. If she noticed you at the pub, sheâd greet you before handing you a freshly poured drink.
Ellie naturally gravitated to you. And you, her. Being around her just felt good. It was the sound of her voice that brought you back to the present.
âItâs nice out.â She murmurs, turning her head to the side to look at you. She was laying horizontally on your bed.
âYeah,â You replied, leaning your head back against the headboard. âShould we go and do something?â
She presses her lips into a thin line, then shakes her head.
âRather stay in here. With you.â She says calmly.
You smiled meekly. âOkay.â
You continued to doodle in her sketchbook. She let you borrow it sometimes, to practice your drawing. Youâd tell her not to bother, that youâd never be nearly as good as she was. But she always insisted, and you accepted â at the least, sheâd have something to remind her of you.
âCan I see?â She asks, noticing the way your sketch held your attention.
âItâs your sketchbook,â You joked, handing it to her.
She took it with gentle hands, holding it open so she could look at it properly. She flickered her eyes from the book to you. âThis is good, Y/N.â
âI donât know,â You sighed. âJust⌠a silly drawing.â
âYour drawings arenât silly.â She responds. âI think itâs nice.â
You shrugged, looking down at your hands. She passes it back to you.
âWhy donât you tear it out when youâre done?â She says. âSo you can put it up.â
âHere? In the room?â You say with furrowed brows. You didnât realize it was kind of a dumb question until after.
Ellie nods. âCâmon, itâll look nice. It is nice.â
You look down at her bashfully. âI feel like youâre lying.â
âWell⌠Iâm not,â She states. âAnd if you donât hang it up, then I will. At my place.â
Your eyes widen. You can feel your cheeks go warm as you tuck your hair behind your ear.
âYou⌠you serious?â You ask.
âDo I look like Iâm not?â
You felt your face blush even more. But you muster up the courage to slowly meet her gaze. Her eyes are set on you, and they donât look away.
âYou always look serious,â You comment, shyly.
âYeah⌠that partâs true.â She says, looking down at your lap. âStill tryinâ to work on that.â
âItâs okay. I mean⌠I donât mind how you look.â You cleared your throat, looking out the window. âYouâre pretty, Ellie.â
Ellie could feel her heartbeat grow in her chest. Her gaze softens as she glances at you. Then she shifts to put her hands behind her head.
âYouâre prettier,â She adds, kicking her foot. âYouâre always⌠like, gentle, and stuff.â
âYou donât know that,â You say, grinning. âMaybe Iâm just that way around you.â
âOh yeah?â She smirks. âGuess Iâm pretty lucky, huh?â
You giggled. âOnly so far.â
The room gets quiet again. You swore that during times like these, you could hear her breathing.
âCan I ask you something?â She says, interrupting the silence.
You nodded, closing the sketchbook.
âHave you ever, likeâŚâ She sighs. âDated anyone? Or did stuff?â
Your heart skips a beat at her question. Ellie had never asked about this kind of subject before. And youâd never expect it from her â she wasnât the type to openly delve into gossip.
You fiddled your thumbs at the thought. Ellie must be quite curious.
âDated, yeah.â You murmured. âDoing stuff⌠not really.â
âOh.â She mumbles. âIs it just, like, not your thing⌠orâŚâ
âNo,â You sigh. âMoreso the person. I think I wanted to like them, but I didnât really like them. They werenât⌠a good match for me.â
Ellie nods. Another minute goes by before she looks back up at you.
âSo, then⌠whatâs a good match for you?â
You brought your knees up to your chest.
âItâs a secret,â You whisper playfully.
âSecret?â She feigns shock. âI thought we were being honest here!â
You laughed.
Deep down, you were scared to confess your feelings to Ellie. You didnât wanna ruin a good thing. But sheâs always been soft when it comes to you, so maybe it wouldnât be so bad after all.
âDo you really wanna know?â You questioned after a minute, looking back over at her.
She raises her eyebrows. âIâ I didnât mean it like that. I donât want you to be uncomfortable, or anythingââ
âIâm not uncomfortable, Ellie,â You say. âJust⌠nervous, to like, say it.â
She watches you carefully. She swallows firmly, then folds her bottom lip beneath her teeth.
âWell⌠I wouldnât⌠judge you, if you told me, you know.â She says quietly. âI might judge the person, but⌠not you.â
âThat doesnât really help, in this case.â You exhale shakily. Her eyes widen as she tries to figure out what you mean.
âBecause⌠I like you,â You admit. âAnd⌠I think we would be a good match, Ellie.â
Itâs quiet for a moment. A stray gust of wind blows through the window, causing the sheer curtains to sway gently. You maintained eye contact with the brunette, awaiting her answer.
âDidâŚâ She clears her throat. âDo you mean that?â
âYes.â You reply. âIâve had a crush on you for a long time, now.â
When she looks at you, her expression isnât hardened. Sheâs studying you, tenderly. You can almost see a sliver of hope in her eyes.
Her eyes flutter as she tries to form a coherent sentence. âUmââ
âBut youââ You look off to the side, fearful of rejection. âYou donât have to say anything, Els.â
âNo, Iââ Ellie huffs. âIâve had a crush on you, too, Y/N. Since the first time we talked.â
Your breathing becomes shallow. You look over at her again; her eyes havenât left your face.
âR-Really?â
She nods carefully, lifting her finger to scratch the tip of her ear. âI just, I didnât think you felt the same way about me.â
You laugh under your breath. âHow could I not?â
Ellie wrinkles her lips, bashfully. âIâm⌠not very lovely. Kinda just⌠me, yâknow.â
You swing your legs over the side of the bed, so you were laying next to her in a similar position now. You rest your chin against your palm.
âI think youâre very lovely, Ellie.â You whisper. âAnd I like you a lot.â
She smiles, looking down at your lips. Her eyelashes flutter again. When her voice comes out, itâs like a whisper.
âCould⌠can Iââ
âYeah,â You cut her off, not even waiting to give her permission.
Ellie takes another moment to study your lips before propping herself up. At first she leaves her hands on the bed, but then she decides to cup the side of your face. She caresses your cheek with her thumb slowly â she wants to savor this moment â and listens to the sound of her heart beating.
She doesnât want to close her eyes, but she thinks itâd be weird if she doesnât, so she settles on doing so. Her nose brushes up against yours as her lips press gently against your own.
She kisses you like if she kisses any harder, youâd break. You can feel her holding her breath, trying to do it right. She pulls away after a few seconds.
âWasâŚâ She exhales. âWas that okay?â
You nod, your lips spreading into a smile. âYou donât have to be afraid.â
âI know, I know.â She looks down at your lips again. âJust⌠didnât wanna fuck it up.â
âYou canât fuck up a kiss,â You reply. âUnless⌠wait, is this your first time?â
âNoâ shit, did it seem like it?â She asks with wide eyes.
âNo, no.â You giggle. âBut youâre so nervous, Iââ
ââCauseâ youâ youâre so fucking pretty,â She retorts, facepalming as she blushes. âItâs hard.â
You bite your lip, tucking a stray piece of her away from her face. âThen do it again.â
Her eyes light up. âYeah?â
âAs many times as you want,â You murmur. âWhy not?â
Ellie could feel warmth swell in her chest. This is why she loved being around you. You never made her feel bad for being the way she is. And yet, you somehow gave her the encouragement that made her feel like she could do anything in the world.
She doesnât talk this time. Merely takes a breath, then leans in. She kisses you slow, taking the time to actually feel your lips. They were soft and sweet, just like you. Ellie swears she could stay right here forever.
When she pulls away, she keeps her eyes closed as she steadies her breathing. âBetter?â
âYeah,â You reply. âLetâs do it some more.â
If you had opened your eyes, you would have seen the way Ellie looked at you before you grabbed her face. But you didnât, and sheâs thankful, because sheâs frozen in place for the first few seconds.
You had your hands in her hair as you pulled her top lip between yours. The tiniest moan escapes from her throat as she tries her best to re-focus and kiss you back. After a moment, she pulls away by a centimeter, then turns her head to the other side.
The two of you kiss several more times before she draws back. You look at her with expectant eyes.
âIââ She stutters. âIâve gotta⌠if we keep going, Iâm not gonna wanna stop.â
âSo donât,â You explain, leaning to kiss her again. She pulls away.
âNo, I meanâŚâ Her face flushes even more. âGod, this is so fucking embarrassing.â
At first youâre confused, but when your eyes flash down, you realize what she meant. Her nipples are poking through her shirt. She has her hands pulling at her button-up, trying to cover them.
You gently grab her wrists.
âHey, itâs okayââ
âItâs not,â She insists. âI⌠I feel like a fuckinâ pervert. Itâs only a fucking kiss, and Iâm getting turned onââ
âEllieââ
âIâm ruining itââ
âEllie.â You say sternly, holding her hands still. âYouâre not ruining anything, okay? Itâs fine. If⌠if thatâs what your bodyâs telling you, thenâŚâ
She watches you deliberately. âThen what?â
âThen⌠we could try it,â You whisper. âIf you want.â
âWhââ She stutters. âBut, what do you want? I donât want you to feel like Iâm going too fastââ
âIâm fine, Ellie. Promise.â You say. âI wanna try it, too.â
A damp spot began to form in Ellieâs underwear. She was so careful not to come on too strong, and here you were, practically begging her to take you all the way. She was shocked. Her head felt like it was spinning.
âYou⌠you want me to be your first?â
You nodded.
âIâ I donât know if I can do that.â She blinks a few times before clarifying herself. âNot that I donât want to â I really, really fucking want to â but I just, I donât know if Iâm gonna be good enough for you.â
âYouâre already good enough for me,â You mumble, staring at her lips again.
âI mean it, Y/N, Iââ She sighs. âI donât want your first time to be any less than perfect.â
âAnd it wonât be, as long as itâs with you.â You stroke her shoulder. âI⌠I want this, Ellie.â
She stares at you, still concerned.
âAnd even still, Iâll totally show you. I⌠I can tell you what feels good.â
After hearing you say that, Ellie swears her panties become a pool. She never thought about this before. She never thought about you telling her how to please you. Letting her know when sheâs doing you right, and hitting the right spot. She can only imagine how pretty your voice would sound as sheâs tongue deep in your cuâ
âEllie?â You say, bringing her out of her head. âIf you changed your mindââ
âNo, Iââ She places her hand on the back of your neck. âIâd never. I was just thinking.â
You smile. âOkay. Well, Iâm right here, when you wanna start doing instead of thinking.â
She smirks to herself, nodding before removing her button up and tossing it on the floor. Sheâs wearing a black undershirt underneath, which fit tight around her upper arms. You resist the urge to whistle lowly.
âLookinâ good, Els.â
She grins sheepishly. âI guess.â
Her hair droops down into her face as she slowly gets on top of you.
âShouldâve gotten a hair tie.â
âIâll hold it for you,â You say, quickly moving your hands up to hold her hair back.
She leans down, grinning into your lips. âThanks.â
Sheâs more confident when she kisses you this time. For the first few, itâs close-lipped, and then she feels the urge to explore. She swipes her tongue across your lower lip, and you copy her. She takes it as an invitation into your mouth, and she quickly begins toying with your tongue.
You vocalize a moan, which comes out awkwardly muffled. But Ellie didnât care. She liked where this was going.
She uses her thumb to pull your mouth open even more. Her kissing becomes desperate, as if she needed you to breathe. You struggled to fully hold her hair as her movements became more passionate, but you tried anyway.
When she pulls away, a small string of spit connects the two of you. She emits a low groan at the sight.
âFuck,â She whispers. âYouâre so pretty like this.â
You look up at her with lustful eyes. âCan you take my clothes off?â
She stares at you before complying, gently pulling your shirt over your head. Her hands trail down the front of your body before hooking under your pant loop and pulling down. You decide to help her when it came to removing your panties.
When sheâs done undressing you, she takes the time to fully look at the sight before her. Your bare body was glistening under the fading sunlight. She never thought sheâd get the chance to see you under her, much less naked.
âYou too,â You add, gesturing to her tank top. She nods before disrobing as well.
She looks down at your body. âDo you wantââ
âEllie,â You interrupt, reaching up to fondle her. Her breasts were perky, and her nipples a pale shade of pink. You eventually slide your hands down onto her hips. âYouâve been hiding all this beauty the whole time?â
She blushes again, speechless from your sudden compliment.
âGod.â You whisper. âEllie, youâ your body⌠itâs stunning.â
Any previous train of thought is cleared from Ellieâs mind. She has no idea what to think or say, or even how to speak, for that matter. All she knows is that, if sheâs not careful, she might cum from your words alone.
So she leans down instead, pressing her nose to your chest. She inhales your scent before tilting up and wrapping her lips around your breast. If she was honest, she didnât want just your nipple â she wants to consume it all. Her other hand massages your other tit.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you gently pulled on her scalp. The sensations sheâs giving you made you gasp, thighs pressing together on their own.
She eventually switches over to the other side, and does the same thing. This time, she flits her green eyes up at you, carefully watching the faces you make. She drags her free hand down from the side of your breast to your waist, squeezing gently.
âEverything okay?â She whispers.
âY-Yeah,â You whimper, looking down at her. âThat felt really nice.â
She pulls away, leaning forward for one more kiss.
âCan I go down on you?â She asks quietly.
You hum in agreement, and she grins. She brings herself down til her face is just below your bellybutton.
âSmells so good,â She says, placing a small kiss on your pelvis. You prop yourself up against your elbows so you can get a better view looking down.
âIâm gonna lick it a bit,â She says softly. âWanna know if it feels good.â
âOkay,â You grin.
The first stroke of her tongue is drawn out, almost painfully so. Your mouth watered. You craved the stimulation so bad, it was hard to remind yourself to be patient. But you knew Ellie had more experience than you, so itâs not worth rushing.
The licks after begin feeling much better against your skin. Ellie moaned a few times into your pussy, each noise making you gently rock yourself down against her mouth.
âFuckââ
She pulls back, only by a centimeter. âTastes like heaven.â
âYour tongue feels like heaven,â You reply. âItâsâ itâs amazingââ
When she goes back in again, she begins to try different techniques. She creates a suction on your cunt while flicking her tongue against your clit. She also just kisses it, making out with it like sheâd make out with you.
You told her youâd give her advice and yet, she didnât need any. Everything she did just felt so fucking good.
âSâ good.â You drawl, rubbing your thigh against the side of her neck. âWant your tongue down there forever.â
Ellieâs own cunt throbs as she hears those words. She hums gently into your pussy, kissing it for a few more minutes before looking up at you.
âWhat else do you wanna try?â
You look around for a moment. âIâ I was⌠well, I donât know if youâd wanna.â
âWanna what, baby?â She asks. âTell me.â
âCouldâŚâ You sigh. âCould I sit on your face? You know what I mean, right? Not actually sit, butââ
She chuckles a bit. âYeah, I know. But you could just sit on it, too.â
Ellie flips over so sheâs on her back. You lean forward and crawl to where she is before scrunching your lips. âWhat if you couldnât breathe?â
âThen Iâd die happy,â She replies, giving two light taps on your ass. You take it as a signal to lower yourself down on her.
Something about having you on top of her flips a switch in Ellie. She begins absolutely devouring you like Thanksgiving dinner, arms caging you in so you canât move away.
âHoly shit,â You grunt. Ellie continues to lap up your juices, licking and sucking them down.
You run your fingers through her sweaty hair. âMmâ fuck. Thatâs so good, Els. Feels so fuckinâ good.â
Ellieâs losing her mind at the praise. Her hand absentmindedly falls between her legs. Sheâs needy in the way she fingers her pussy, before getting an idea.
She reaches up and grabs your hand, then gently guides it towards her slick cunt. Unsure of what to do, you begin rubbing circles. It seems to work â Ellieâs breathing becomes heavier and heavier as she continues eating you out.
While Ellie sucks on your clit, you form a rhythm on hers. You try to stay consistent, but itâs hard to focus. You can feel a ball of pressure forming deep in your tummy.
âEllie,â You groan out, using your other hand to stabilize yourself for support. âIâ I think you might make me cum.â
Unconsciously, you grind down on Ellieâs tongue. Your hand remains on her clit as she reaches down and begins pumping her fingers in and out of her hole.
âCum for me, baby.â She mumbles against your cunt. âWanna taste it.â
âYeah?â You whine.
You werenât sure what made you say your next words, or where it even came from, but it comes out while youâre riding her face.
âGonnaâ gonna be a good girl ând make me cum?â
âFuck, yes,â She grunts, palm tightening around your ass.
Hearing you talk like that instantly makes her a thousand times wetter. She begins sucking on your clit more ferociously as you move your hand to push your hair out of your face.
âSo goodâ youâre makinâ me feel so good, Ellie.â You mewl, feeding her reaction to your words. âThis pussyâs all for you. Nobody else.â
A guttural moan comes out from Ellie. You werenât sure if the compliments were too much, or if she could breathe properly, but you noticed the way she was fingering herself became stronger and more sloppy.
She pulled you down into her mouth, eyes rolled back into her head while she continued to absolutely abuse your pussy with her tongue.
âOhâ J-Just like that,â You stutter. âFuckâ pleaseâ just like that, just like thatââ
When you erupt on her tongue, you feel unsteady. Your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably as your face scrunches up in pleasure. But Ellie keeps a firm hold on you, relishing in the way you tremble under her touch. She gets off soon after, tightening and pulsing around her own two fingers.
She gets in a few more kisses with your pussy before speaking. âShit, baby.â
You giggle, letting out a deep breath. âThat was⌠really hot.â
âYouâre really hot,â She says, looking up at you and planting one last kiss on your clit. You blush.
âDidnât know what I was missing out on.â You murmur, climbing off of her. âI⌠I canât believe I didnât do this sooner.â
Ellie thinks for a moment before sitting up. She smiles. âIâm really glad you didnât.â
âMe, too.â You reply.
You lean in once more, placing another kiss on her lips before turning her cheek and kissing her, there, too. Ellie grabs your hand and presses her lips to the back of it.
âMy sweet girl.â She whispers. âIâm so glad I could make you mine.â
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ââ .⌠[ FIC ]: can i really stay here? [ part two ]
[ a continuation of part one ]
mullet stanley pines x innkeeper reader
tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, sfw
word count: 1875
Ëâ§Ë° ŕź â・Ë
in any other circumstances, you wouldnât even dare to imagine holding a man you had just met the same day.
but stan ⌠was different.
when your eyes first locked with his from across the counter, you could tell that he was hurting, and badly. he was trying so hard to cover it up, and it worked for the most part â after all, up until now, nobody had cared about him enough to see through his facade.
but you saw straight through him. and not only that, you actually did something about it. you offered to care for his needs, at your own expense.
his father only ever saw him as an expense.
so, there you were, sitting at the bar, holding onto the maroon fabric of his jacket as he trembled like a leaf.
the scent of cigarette smoke and pine needles was strong in your nose as he buried his face into your shoulder. you could feel his stubble scratching against your skin.
there was a part of you that wanted to speak up and comfort him, but ultimately you decided against it. you didnât quite know enough about him to be able to speak to his situation.
after a few minutes, stan seemed to be calming down. his breathing became even, although he was still clinging onto you tightly.
âi âŚâ
his voice was cracked and raspy.
âi ⌠screwed up. i donât ⌠know how iâm gonna fix it.â
your brow furrowed as you listened to him.
âyâknow, stan ⌠i donât know what youâre going through. but can you do me one favor?â
â... yeah?â
âlook at me.â
slowly, the brunet lifted his head, pulling himself back just enough to be able to look at you. his eyes were red and puffy, but his gaze was sincere.
you looked back at him, determined. âiâm gonna help you out.â
stan didnât know how to react. he swallowed a lump in his throat, scanning your face as if to check whether you were lying to him or not.
â... you donât ⌠hafta do that. i brought it on myselfââ
âi donât care.â
his eyes widened.
âif i can keep somebody from a worse fate, then iâll do it. let me give you a place to stay, even if itâs just for a little while.â you smiled warmly, squeezing his arm for emphasis. âyou shouldnât have to feel like your life means nothing.â
â⌠youâre an angel.â
those words made you blush. âiâi wouldnât say thatââ
uh-oh, heâs smirking now. chuckling lowly, he let go of you so that he could cross his arms over his chest.
âwhat, are you tryna tell me youâre not sent from heaven? think about it. youâre saving my biscuits here, toots.â there was serious gratitude in his tone, despite his teasing. at least he seemed to be in a better mood. âi think iâll hafta call you that more often, yeah? angel.â
you laughed nervously, trying desperately to distract yourself from your red hot face. âreally? hâhow interesting âŚâ
stan snickered again, gazing at you for a moment longer with fondness dancing in his brown eyes. then, glancing at the wall clock, he realized the time. âdamn, itâs midnight. i should probably stop bothering you ând get to bed, huh?â
âhuh, it is late ⌠i should sleep, too.â
âthen itâs decided. iâll see ya tomorrow.â he hummed, standing from his seat and stretching out his arms before cracking a soft smile and turning around to walk towards his room.
you were left to watch him leave, your eyes following his footsteps as he made his way back up the staircase.
approximately eight hours later, you awoke to the sunlight gently filtering through your bedside window, causing your eyelids to flutter open.
the events of last night came flooding back into your mind.
i guess iâll be seeing a whole lot more of him âŚ
sitting up in bed, you yawned, rubbing your face sleepily.
âmm ⌠what time is it âŚâ
the alarm clock on your nightstand read 8:02 am.
shoot, i oversleptâoh, wait. itâs my day off.
that little fact was enough to put you in a good mood for the morning. humming happily to yourself, you began to get ready for the day, picking out a comfortable outfit and a few accessories.
descending two flights of stairs, you wandered into the lobby of your inn, greeting a few different patrons and employees with a cheerful wave. it was breakfast rush hour for the kitchen, and you could catch glimpses of your executive chef running to and fro behind the bar.
he seems pretty busy today. maybe iâll grab a bite to eat somewhere? hmm, but the question is where âŚ
just then, your train of thought was interrupted by the sound of someone calling out your name.
you whipped around to locate the voiceâs source, and there was stan, walking towards you at a leisurely pace. a radiant grin broke out on your face.
âstan! hey, good morning! howâd you sleep?â
raising a brow, he chuckled at your energy. âwell, good morning, sunshine. i slept like a baby, thanks tâ you.â
âah, donât mention it.â you smiled, placing your hands on your hips. âiâm just glad you could sleep.â
the two of you looked at each other for a second.
why did his stare make you feel butterflies in your chest?
probably unimportant âŚâŚâŚâŚ right? yeah.
clearing your throat, you averted your gaze before you started to blush again. âso, um ⌠have you had anything to eat yet?â
ânah. i was just about to, though.â to be frank, he had totally forgotten that he had access to breakfast until you just mentioned it.
âsounds gooââ
you paused mid-sentence, remembering something.
âactually ⌠i was planning on eating out for breakfast today. would you wanna join me? since the kitchen is bustling and all âŚâ
oh, wow. did you really just ask him out to breakfast? it didnât hit you until after you had said it out loud that it could be considered that way. oops. was that weird? were you weird? augh.
stan had half a mind to tease you senseless for how cute that was, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. he wouldnât wanna ruin his chances at having breakfast with you.
âyou kiddinâ? iâd love that.â he nodded his head, flattered and amused. ânot many people can say theyâve had breakfast with an angel, ya know.â
your ears turned red.
i walked right into that one. darn you and your smooth talking âŚ
âoh, letâs just go already.â embarrassed, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him along towards the front door. stan laughed heartily, allowing himself to be led.
it wasnât long before you arrived at one of your favorite diners in town, known for their homey atmosphere and good breakfast. walking into the building, you were met with the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee. the two of you breathed it in simultaneously, sighing.
âreminds me of breakfast as a kid.â stanley mused, thinking of the days when he and ford would poke at each otherâs food and giggle. you smiled, watching his expression.
âcâmon, this way.â you beckoned him over towards the table you usually sat at, and a familiar waitress walked over to you as you settled in.
âgood morning, loyal patron~ i see youâve brought a plus one today, yes?â
âuhâyes. donât go jumping to conclusions, though âŚâ
the waitress grinned innocently. âof course. now, what can i get for you two?â
stan wound up ordering pancakes with bacon and eggs, while you settled on some waffles and a mug of coffee. you could have sworn you saw that waitress giggling to her coworker about something as she went on her way, but you shook your head to yourself in an attempt to ignore it. instead, you directed your attention towards the man sitting across from you.
âso, iâm guessinâ youâre a regular here?â he tilted his head, leaning back against his seat. there was a smirk plastered onto his face that you couldnât quite decipher.
âyou would guess correctly.â you hummed, picking up the salt shaker on the table and fidgeting with it absentmindedly. âhave you ever been?â
a rumbling sigh escaped his lips.
ânah ⌠iâm not exactly from around here.â
your gaze was trained on him. so far, heâs kept a laid-back demeanor, not to mention that little smirk that drives you insaneâbut you couldnât shake the feeling that there was way more depth to his character than he let on.
âyeah? whereâre you from?â
â...â
there was a brief silence. his chocolate brown eyes, warmly lit by the sun, stared into your soul.
âiâm from new jersey.â
your eyebrows shot up. âfrom jersey? wow ⌠youâre far from home, then.â
âitâs not home anymore.â
you opened your mouth to say something, but closed it again. stan was staring out the window, a frown creasing his face.
âi ⌠sorry. sensitive topic?â
he turned back to you, a faint blush appearing on his face. âuh ⌠well, yeah, i guess ⌠itâs okay.â
âcome again?â
â... itâs, uhâiâiâm okay, if itâs you.â
he was a darker shade of red now, scratching awkwardly at his stubble. he felt so ⌠vulnerable. but somehow, he was okay with it.
at that moment, the waitress came back with plates of food. âorder up!â
you watched as you were served, salivating as you saw golden waffles covered in butter and syrup smiling up at you. it didnât take long for the both of you to start digging in.
â... wow.â after the first few bites, stan had stars in his eyes. âit tastes just like maâs.â
âwas your mom a good cook?â
he snorted. âwell, she wasnât exactly a michelin star chef, but she could make some damn good flapjacks. at least, i sure thought so.â putting another forkful of pancake into his mouth, he chewed thoughtfully. you simply propped your head on one hand, watching.
âi always told her she could sell âem for a fortune.â
his tone was soft with nostalgia.
âshe just laughed. probâly cause i was five when i told her that.â
âthey mustâve been really something, huh?â
âthey were. all my life, i dreamt of selling somethinâ as good as that. i havenât stopped trying, either.â
he scoffed.
âmost of âem have been a bust.â
you hummed softly in understanding.
âyouâre still trying, though. thatâs worth more than any failed effort.â
he looked up from his plate. â... you think so?â
âsure i do.â lifting your mug, you took a sip of coffee. âperseverance is worth a lot.â
stan could barely handle your uplifting words. his heart was squeezing in his chest. covering his flustered face with one hand, he leaned against the table, grumbling.
â... an angel ⌠God sent an angel.â
âwhat?â
âwhat? nothing.â
a few hours later, you were walking side by side back to the inn. stan couldnât help but admire the way the fall breeze tousled your hair, and the gentle smile on his face was speaking his thoughts out loud.
heâd never known that somebody this beautiful could even exist.
maybe ...
maybe he hasnât hit rock bottom quite yet.
end
[ part three ]
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How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have
It was halfway through his shift the next day, just after he'd come back from lunch, that the anonymous tip came through. Dick had frozen when he heard it, but only slightly because the others were brushing it off as a prank call.
"'Blockbuster's after someone named Oracle,'" Officer Diaz had scoffed, "What a joke. Aren't kids supposed to know that their stupid prank calls clog the system? What if someone who actually had useful information had needed to call, huh?"
Dick didn't mention that that isn't how the tip system works, nor did he eve attempt to scold the officer for brushing it off, no matter how stupid it seemed. No, instead, he was stuck in his thoughts.
Blockbuster is after Oracle. Why is he after Oracle? It doesn't make sense! No one in Bludhaven, save for himself, should no who she is! Besides, he'd kept all of the attention on himself. No one was able to even think about the heroes or rogues in Gotham without him knowing! Or, so he'd thought. How does Blockbuster know Oracle's name? More importantly at the moment was who sent the tip.
There was another scoff from one of the others. Did he say that out loud? "Look, I know you're new and everything, but shouldn't you know the mean of 'anonymous'?"
He forced himself out of his head, rubbing his neck with his left hand with a fake smile. "Yeah, I do. I guess I'm just a bit out of it today."
"Well, get your head back in the game," Detective Soames snapped, hitting a file on the back of Dick's head, "File that for me, then file the rest on my desk."
"Yes, sir," Dick took the file, ignoring the snickers and snide remarks from his coworkers.
He knows he's not going to be able to fully focus on anything for the rest of the day, possibly not even until after he finds out who sent that tip and how Blockbuster knows Oracle's name.
Oracle. Dick knows she can handle herself, but he doesn't like the fact that anyone knows her name. Not even B knows about Oracle! Babs had spent so much time and energy keeping her online persona from B so that she could have at least something of her own that Dick had taken it upon himself to erase traces connecting him to Oracle. She didn't deserve to have Batman on her ass, nor did she deserve to have Nightwing's enemies go after her!
He shook himself back into the present with a soft sigh. He'll call Barbra as soon as he gets home.
***
"Danny!" Dick calls into the apartment, knowing full well that the kid is in the kitchen, "I'm home!"
"Welcome back," Danny responds from where he's standing at the stove. He, Dick realizes, does not sound happy.
He hangs his coat up on the hooks he installed beside the door, his shoes going on the rack below them. "You good? You sound a bit upset?"
"I am upset." Danny, after getting comfortable around him, has stopped sugar-coating his words, being brutally honest. Dick blinks. "I was going to message Tim, but I saw a lack of apologies from you."
Oh. Dick had meant to do what Danny said last night and apologise to that Tim kid for snapping at him, but he had been a lot more tired than usual and it had slipped his mind. "I was going to use my phone?"
"You don't have his number."
Another thing Dick had come to learn about Danny in the few weeks they'd been living together was that he can't be lied to. He somehow picks up on lies, so even Dick's best efforts - that have fooled even Batman! - are always thwarted.
"I meant to," Dick said, sitting on one of the new barstools at he island counter, "But I was really tired last night."
Danny sighed. "Because you were out longer than you're now used to." He turned the burner off, moving the pan to sit on the hotpad beside it. "You're body's gotten used to only being out for eight hours during the day and six hours at night. You going out for eight hours last night wore you out more than usual because you're no longer used to your seventeen hour work days."
Dick tilted his head, accepting the bowl of soup he was given. "But it's only been a few weeks?"
"It only takes eighteen days for your body to get used to a routine." He said, placing a bowl of homemade rolls on the island. "After about sixty-six days, it becomes habitual."
"But it hasn't been sixty-six days."
"No, but it has been twenty-one days."
He hesitated for a moment. "Has it really been only that long?" Then, "Have you been counting?"
Danny blushed, sitting beside Dick with his own bowl of soup. "I've been keeping track of your schedule, which means I gotta keep a calendar. I haven't been counting on purpose."
Dick smiled, eating the soup. As usual, it was really good. The first week of Danny's stay, he'd asked where he'd learned to cook, but Danny had given a non-answer, saying only that his parents couldn't make anything edible that wasn't fudge or cookies.
After they had both finished eating, Dick's portions and appetite being larger than Danny's because of the calories he burns as Nightwing, they settled into a nice quiet. Dick had changed from his uniform into sweats and a T-shirt while Danny had chosen a movie. Then, Dick cleaned up dinner and Danny changed into a hoodie and sweats.
"We still need to take you shopping," Dick pointed out when they were both sitting on the couch, ready to start the movie.
Danny shook his head. "Letting me stay here is already enough. Besides, your old clothes work perfectly fine."
"But you're room's so empty! And my clothes don't even fit you!"
There was a pause like Danny was thinking. Dick had the feeling he might not like whatever was going to be said next.
He was right.
"I'll let you take me shopping next week," Danny agreed, "if we go to Gotham tomorrow so that you can apologise to Tim in person."
Dick's jaw twitched. He didn't want to go to Gotham. Going to Gotham meant that he'd inevitably run into Bruce. He wanted to stay far away from that man.
Then again, he'd promised Alfred to come by some time. And, it'd be nice to see Barbra and Jim again. Maybe he could have Alfred make sure Bruce wouldn't be in the Manor?
"So?" Danny promted.
He sighed. "You're evil, y'know that?"
His grin said it all. "I could be so much worse."
"Please don't."
"Don't give me a reason."
Part 9 Part 11
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wildflower - part 1 .
â blossom : a new beginning & growth .
â pairing: ex!jaehyun x fem!reader
â tags/warnings: angst, fluff, smut!, pregnancy, unprotected sex (flashback scene), multiple positions (doggy&missionary), oral (f), squirting, kissing/making out, nipple/breast play, hair-pulling, spanking, fingering, mentions of masturbation (m), pet-names (baby&darling), down-bad and groveling jaehyun (:0), cursing, mentions of drinking, time-skips, bittersweet ending
â w.c: 7.9k
â a.n: hi! you ask and i shall deliver, part 2 of wildflower! writing this one was so challenging because i was having major writers block, which ended up delaying it's release, aghh. anyways i tried pulling through, so stick until the bittersweet end <3 ! JOLO OUT IN 2 WEEKS (obsessed with roses, like jaehyun babe who hurt yuh?!) đĽ . anyways love you all, stay safe & jiji out đ¤
âi'll never forget how stupid in love i felt. i'll always regret how i couldn't ever tell, that you walked a little faster, left me behind.â
âkissed me with somebody else in mind. i loved you so much that i settled for less.â
âoh, you were my everything⌠i was your second best.â
- laufey | âsecond bestâ
jaehyunâs pov.
âfuck, fuck, fuck,â i shouted as the door closed. i contemplated chasing after her, but something told me not to. how couldâve i been so fucking stupid? why did i think she would understandâ no, this whole shit was impossible to understand.
i cheated and lied to her. there wasnât going to be anything i couldâve done now to undo what i did. i did the worst thing a man couldâve done, and broke her, played with her innocent self. i could love for infinitely, but that still wouldn't have been enough to repair the damage.Â
i looked down, remembering the gift she gave me right before leaving. this small gift bag held a massive weight. with trembling hands, i started unboxing it and pulled out a small velvet box.
no, this couldnât be⌠now hurriedly i opened it. a silver colored ring, in the middle of the box. you fucking bastard, i thought. i really fucked up, really beyond repair.
i took the ring out. i noted the small stones around the band of the ring, my birthstone, amethyst.
my cheeks felt wet, only then did i realize i started crying. now i regret not chasing after her, spending the rest of my day apologizing to her, pleading with her. she took my happiness when she walked out that door, a part of me with her.
and for all i knew matters would only continue to get worse from here on outâŚ
two lines.
there are two fucking lines on the stickâŚ
âiâm pr-pregnantâŚâ i muttered.
this couldnât be happening, oh how i wished this was a dreamâ a nightmare i could wake up to right about now. but no, this is fucking reality.
well i guess that would explain why i was late and the nauseating feelings i kept having. however so i still hoped it would come out negative. it wasnât that i didnât want this child, it was just about whether or not iâd be up to live as a single mother.
i caressed my stomach, though still unnoticeable, how would this child be able to live? made without mutual love, and there was no denying this was a result of that night. the very same night before disaster struck.
did the birth control not work? i thought. no, impossible itâd always worked, but perhaps luck was truly never in my favor that day. itâd been about or over a month since that day and a lot has happened, my newly discovered pregnancy being one of those things.
as i walk outside my bathroom and into my bedroom, i gently sit on the edge of my bed as flashbacks of the past month flood my mind. first things first, that same week i began moving out with my shared apartment with yuna. we had a pretty heated argument, both sides equally hurt and betrayed. yet one thing iâd say we both saw eye-to-eye was how much of a scum he was. who knew a simple man would cause our friendship to fall apart.
anyhow, with that out the way i started making preparations to move out of not only that apartment but the city. luckily the move went smoothly thanks to a special someone.
mr.jeong.
it happened a day after my talk with yuna when i decided to talk to his father. i felt the need to come clean, confess to everything that went on. to my surprise, mr.jeong hadnât yet heard of our breakup nor from his son. i expected mr.jeong to feel upset, or at least angry towards me but he didnât. in fact he cursed at his idiotic son, sympathizing with me. the woman who entered a fake relationship and lied to him, nonetheless there was no denying mr.jeongâs genuine care and love towards me. he treated me as his family, the thought made my heart ache. i mean it was a silly thought as iâd never will become his family.
our talk lasted well around an hour before i decided to depart. i made the decision to tell mr.jeong that iâd be moving, in which he offered two things. one, to never tell that idiotic son of his where iâd gone to in case he asks. two, money.
i refused to take the money, but he insisted i take it since iâd just quit my cafe job. also adding how expensive getting a singular apartment would be for me. after much dispute⌠i ended up taking the money. he also added there was no need to repay him back, and that if i wanted to look at it as a iâm-sorry-for-my-idiotic-sons-foolishness recompense.
nonetheless iâm eternally grateful to mr.jeong. i mean without his help i probably wouldn't have been able to move into this apartment in a fairly quicker time as if i didnât have the amount they asked for. once i settled in, i began job hunting.
just the other day i went in for an interview. i still awaited the call from the company, it was a publishing firm.
i plopped down onto my bed, absentmindedly staring at the ceiling. who knew the year would turn out so catastrophic for me. a whirlwind of thoughts flooded my mind which eventually led me to a deep slumber. the pregnancy sure to be the cause of my tiredness.
ring. ring. ring.
my eyes slowly fluttered open, trying to find the noise of the abrupt ringing. my phone's screen lights up, vibrating against the mattress. i reached a hand towards the device, not even bothering to look at who was calling me.
âhello? is this y/n?â a womanâs voice spoke.
slightly unconscious i answer, ây-yes, may i ask whoâs this.â
âah- nice to speak to you y/n, this iâm mrs.kang and i work for the publishing firm you applied for.â
oh, now i was fully awake. âwoa- hello! nice to mee-speak to you ms.kang,â i stumbled on my words.
a slight chuckle arose from the other line, âyes, well i just wanted to tell you that⌠youâre in! congratulations, the company has decided to hire you!â
what! no way⌠it has to be a dream. i pinch myself, ow. okay not a dream. âwo-wow, thank you so much! w-when can i start!â
ânext monday, if thatâs alright with you,â she explained. âyes! thatâs fine with me,â i almost immediately replied. âthatâs great, see you on monday ms.l/n!â
i bid her farewell before hanging up. wow. my life is really seemingly picking up after all the bad luck. oh but now there was the baby to think about, i still havenât called my clinic. âitâd be best to call them now,â i muttered. and so i did, my appointment was set for thursday.
i reach back for my stomach, a faint smile appeared on my face. âmy little light,â i whisper into the empty bedroom.
i was keeping my baby, it didnât matter whether i would be a good mother or not because this child was a little gift to me sent from the heavens above. my baby, not his. âyou may not have a father, but thatâs okay, my little light. iâll make sure to give you both so youâll never feel lonely. mommy loves you so much already.â
my little light. finding my way out the deepest depths of hell, you became my light who guided me to my new beginning. and for that youâre my little light. my savior.
jaehyunâs pov.
i drove into the driveway of my fatherâs residence, parking before finding myself knocking at his front door. heâd called me yesterday night, urging me to see him today. i wonder what he couldâve wanted. i wasnât in the mood to see him today or come to my childhood home where memories of her existed.
itâs been over a month since we broke up and my life has been nothing but a shit show. i stare at my left hand, the sun's light reflecting on the piece of medal around my finger. her final gift, her parting gift; the ring found itâs home on my left ring finger. iâve never taken it off once since that day that i put it on.
i canât even count how many nights i spent crying, drinking, and cursing myself. y/n⌠her name hurt to say, verbally or not. sometimes it felt as though she was still there, waiting for me at my apartment, in my car, everywhere. she haunted me everyday, even when i slept.
she never answered or responded to any of my calls or texts, assuming she blocked my number.
the door swings open, and instead of being met with ms.kim i was met with an angered man, my father. ânice to you see you too,â i said when he didnât offer to greet me first. strange, i thought. normally heâd be chatty but today he just walked, guiding me to his office. we took a seat across from each other on the leather couches he had in there.
silence filled the office before i decided to speak up. i cleared my throat, âso whatâs wrong father.â
he huffed, âyouâre no son of mine jaehyun.â i furrowed my brows, no son of mine?
he mustâve noticed my confusion because he then continued. âi know what you did, what you did to her. how could you!â he spoke, his words getting louder the more he continued.
shit.
âyou think i wouldnât find out? the poor girl came to me just the other day, a mess, yet nonetheless confessed to everything that was going on between the two of you,â he continued, my eyes widening more. she came over⌠she was hereâŚ
i clenched my fists. âi-is she alright? did she look okay?â i trashed question after question. my mind only thinking of her. he stayed quiet, not answering any of my questions. a beat or two passed before he continued speaking, âi mean really jaehyun⌠lying to her just to get back with that other woman?!â
fuck, looks like he knew everything. i sucked a breath in, âi-i didnât mean to-â he cut me off, âmean to what!?â he shouts. âto fall in love with her. to break her. for any of this to happen,â i answered. my vision was beginning to blur. i faintly hear my father, tsk, before speaking.
âget ready jaehyun.â
i looked into his eyes for the first time since we entered his office. âf-for?â i asked, a gut feeling telling me it wasnât for anything good. âiâm passing the company to you. iâve been meaning to for a while now, and after all this mess you got yourself in you donât exactly deserve it but iâm not getting any younger.â
my mouth fell open, then closed. no way he was asking me to take over the company⌠i wasnât in any way, shape, or form prepared. heck i was still a mess from the break up.
âand i donât care if youâre not prepared, a mess, or whatever excuse you have to offer me, youâre gonna take over and thatâs final.â
there was no point arguing, when my father made a decision it was final. âalright,â i said, throwing my head back against the couch.
i hear as he gets up, resting my head back up. he pauses for a moment when he grabs the doorknob, turning to face me.
âand to answer your questions from earlier, sheâs gone. y/n left jaehyun, sheâs not coming back so you should give up. i mean itâs not like sheâs going to take you back after everything you put her through.â
my heart dropped, my eyes blurring again. she-sheâs gone? y/n, my y/n? no, no⌠this wasnât supposed to happen. and so before i could further inquiry my father any further, he opened the door and walked out.
he left me all alone in his office space, me and my thoughts. my gaze drops down to the ring, where a single tear drop landed.
7 months later.
âow,â you muttered. you bring a hand to your stomach, feeling the tiny kicks of the little human inside you. âi might as well sign you up for soccer,â i say, feeling another kick that causes me to chuckle. perhaps that was my sign that my little light was up for playing the sport.
for the past 7 months since i found out i was pregnant itâs been⌠a lot. it was hard being alone, but as time quickly passed i started getting the hang of it. i wished i had someone to go to, but my parents were long gone. i never really had a family to call my own, except now for this little human.
ever since my stomach started showing iâve been working at home, the company was surprisingly pretty insistent about taking a maternity leave, but i still needed a way to make money. the workload wasnât a lot, in fact i was only assigned with editing reports. nonetheless the pay was still great.
in fact, next month was going to be my last month working as the date for my birth approached, i needed to take the time off. in the 7 months too, my memory and thoughts of him dissipated. i was doing better, i could feel it. it wasnât just for me, but for my baby too. i didnât want my child to be upset with me.
as i got up to go use the restroom i heard the faint ringtone of my phone. i sighed as i looked at the caller id. âand what do i owe you the pleasure of, jungwoo?â
kim jungwoo. my co-worker and newly found best friend. he was the only one by my side and the only one iâve spoken to about everything thatâs happened. shock would be an understatement of his reaction, but nevertheless he still stuck by my side⌠annoyingly so.
âis that really a way to greet your bestest friend!? iâm very offended y/l/n, after all that trouble of going to get you those midnight cravings,â he says, falsely sobbing into the phone. though he couldnât see, i rolled my eyes. this guy, i swear.
âoh my, iâm sorry your majesty. please forgive my behavior just now,â i replied. âyou are forgiven,â he says back. âbut⌠really jungwoo, whyâd you call?â
ânothing much, just⌠open the door and youâll find out,â he says. i do as he instructed, slowly walking to my door.
you open it, revealing jungwoo with a carry-out bag in hand. was it unusual to say you developed a keen sense of smell since your pregnancy? well because it smelled like he brought over fried chicken.
âuhm⌠can you maybe drool later, and let me in now so we could dig in,â he says, standing frozen. i snap out of my hungry state, moving aside to let him in.
we walk to my dining table, sitting across from one another. jungwoo does all the unpacking whilst i watch with prying eyes as he takes the food out and opens it. âdig in,â he announces. i wasted no time, grabbing the chicken and stuffing it into my mouth. i let out a satisfied groan, the chicken tasting so damn good.
you being too engulfed with that damn delicious fried chicken, failed to notice as jungwoo turns on the television. âcome back before i finish everything,â you warn him. he lets go of the remote, stopping at some random channel. well the television was the least of your worries right now.
âhowâs she doing,â jungwoo speaks up, eyeing my stomach. âiâm thinking of signing her up for soccer when sheâs straight out of the womb, little girl can kick,â i replied, earning me a laugh from jungwoo.
a couple months back, my doctor told me the gender of my little light. a girl, my baby girl. i didnât partially care what the gender was going to be, but nonetheless i was still ecstatic about the revelation. having a baby girl meant i would be able to dress her up, so cute like a little doll.
âjeong jaehyun.â
i whip my head to the television at the mention of that name. my eyes widened, dropping the food from my hand.
ân corps newest ceo is the first to accomplish acquiring various kinds of subsidiaries in such a short amount of timeâ ranging from luxury brands to flower shops,â the female reporter says as they display a picture of the man.
i squint my eyes, focusing them solely on his left hand. i hoped my eyes werenât deceiving me because⌠is that the ring i gave him. no⌠no, my mind and eyes had to have been playing tricks on me because why on earth would he wear, better yet still have the ring.
âis that him,â jungwoo speaks up, interrupting my thoughts. i turn back around, my mood suddenly plummeting. i don't say anything, just nodding my head to indicate that the man who just appeared was the same man i spoke of.
and so for the rest of dinner we ate in silence, minor talk appearing but jungwoo would always be the one initiating it. i was too lost, going down a rabbit hole about him.
when we finished eating, jungwoo insisted on cleaning upâ he even took the garbage with him as he left. i walked him to my door, bidding him goodbye. when he was gone, i headed to the bathroom, a shower was very much needed.
plopping onto my bed, i stare at the ceiling. my thoughts on, jaehyun. a familiar ache appeared in my heart, i thought i was over him but it seems i might be far from it. âi guess mommy isnât all that strong, huh little one,â i whisper as i reach my hands over my stomach.
youâre not sure what came over you that night, that news report igniting your lost feelings. and so in the midst of your thoughts, you somehow drifted off into a deep slumber.
an interesting one, per say. not only for you but for the other party involved as wellâŚ
â§ËÂ°Ę â ÉâĄ
jaehyun crashes his lips to mine, eloping me into a deep and passionate kiss. his tongue slides along my bottom lip, begging for entry in which i grant him.
our tongues fighting one another, and teeth occasionally clashing. my mind began to fog, but i refused to stop. i could feel his love with every kiss.
âstrip,â he says in a sultry tone. i felt the air getting hot.
grabbing the hem of my top, i pulled it over my head, and then followed my shorts. i left myself in my lace panties and bra, jaehyun licking his lips in delight.
reaching his hand over, he gropes my tits which earned him a breathy moan of his name.
reaching his hands to the back, he swiftly unhooks my bra, letting it fall beneath me. he groans, admiring the way my tits were on full display. âso fucking beautiful,â he says, taking his mouth over one of my nipples.
he sucks on it, and eventually bites down on the bud. i bite my bottom lip, not wanting to yell out loud.
i look down at him, his eyes staring back at mine as he practically makes out with one of my tits. i could feel one of his hands slides down my back at a slow pace, leaving a burning trail behind.
âyou want me to touch you, baby?â he asks as he fondles your ass, sending a small slap across the flesh of skin. ây-yes,â you moan.
âtell me baby, where.â his voice so deep, his head coming up to peck my lips. i nearly melted, âyo-you know.â i take an unoccupied hand of his to my sex, making him palm it. âmy pussy needs you,â i whisper as i leaned into his ear.
jaehyunâs lips twitch up, kissing you hard one last time before he begins to go down on his knees. he places his hands to the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs. âopen up for me,â he says, and i begin opening my legs up. he drags his fingers to collect the slick that began dripping down my thigh.
kiss after kiss, bite after bite along my thighs. reaching a hand to his hair, i grip it. and when he finally reaches my cunt, i become a whimpering mess. his hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as his tongue darted out.
a slow tantalizing lick, and then another. i jerk my hips forward, wanting more friction. i feel as jaehyun stops his licks. âdonât move, or else i wonât let you cum darling.â his warning was clear, i stayed still.
and so he continues, but instead of licks he sucks on my clit. along with using the tip of his tongue to tease the poor bud, before finishing off with a bite. âj-jaehyun!â i yelled when i felt his teeth on my clit.
letting go with a pop, i watch as he licks his lips before diving back in. his licks faster than when he first started, and before i knew it he brought his fingers into the mix. one of his fingers entering you, then two, both knuckle deep inside you. it wasnât until after he pecked your clit that he began thrusting them inside you.
in and out, out and in. your gummy walls clenching around his digits as they quickly thrusted into you. you feel the stretch of your walls as he opens them, like scissors. the constant chant of his name was such a melody to his ears, urging him to do more.
you felt yourself getting closer to your release as he continued his ministrations on your pussy. he mustâve felt the way you clenched around his fingers, âclose?â he asks. ây-yes, m-my cl-clit!â
jaehyun got the message as he attached his mouth onto your clit. with both his mouth and hands working themselves on you at the same time, it felt like you could cum at any moment. with one suck to your clit and his fingers plummeting in you, you gushed out. a stream of liquid coming out of you, splattering all over his arm. it wasnât the first time youâve squirted but nonetheless you still felt shy, hot all over.
jaehyun gets back up, watching you as you watched him lick your essence off his arm and hand. âso delicious, a delicacy that you are baby.â
you could almost cum again from those simple words. as you try regaining your breath jaehyun brings his lips to your ear. âon the bed, all fours,â he whispers. a shiver runs down your spine, his sex-dazed voice was one of your favorite things in the whole world.
without wasting another second you head towards his bedroom, onto his bed with hands and knees on the mattress. your ass up, on full display. slap. you jerk forward from the sudden movement.
and another one on the other cheek. you turn your head around, a naked jaehyun behind you in all his glory. his hard, thick cock reaching his stomach. you could see the glisten of his pre-cum. you feel his hardened member rub against your slit, both your essences blending with one another.
then he places a hand on your hips, while the other holds his cock so he could slide it into your aching hole. his cock slowly stretches you out, walls wrapping snuggly around it. you could hear jaehyunâs groans the deeper he goes in. when heâs all in, he kisses your exposed nape before going absolutely mad.
jaehyun was an absolute madman when it came to having sex. when he was balls deep inside you, he felt like heâd gone into another dimension; another world. you are quite literally the most perfect thing in this world, you were made for him.
your mouth falls into an âoâ shape when you feel his tip kissing your womb, tongue hanging out when he grabs some of your hair to pull you against his chest. you didnât know if it was even possible for his dick to reach you even deeper, but it mustâve because this angle allowed for him to reach places that have never been touched before.
it wasnât long before you ended up cumming on his cock, jaehyun following suit after a couple more thrusts. feeding your womb his seeds, which eventually dripped out of you as slides his cock out. you slump onto the mattress, too tired, body giving up.
on the other hand, there was something so hot about watching his cum drip out of your pussy. it turned him on, his cock beginning to harden again. his hands reached your body, turning you the other way so your back was against the mattress. you looked so fucked, he loved it.
âready for round two?â he says, not even waiting for your answer before he intrudes back into your hole. fucking his cum back into your pussy. his hands, finding yours as he interlocks his fingers with yours. your watery eyes, low chants of his name, the clenching of your walls and fingers, the way your mouth falls open, and your tongue lolling out. fuck. it was the perfect sight.
âgod, i love you,â jaehyun groans as he thrusted into you.
there was no stopping him now, he was going at an insane pace. the sounds of skin slapping, his balls on your ass, and the squelching sounds of you both echoed in the room.
letting go of one of the interlaced fingers, he brings his hand to your clit. the poor swollen bud victim to his ministrations again. he used his thumb to rub the bundle of nerves, you clench tighter around him. your own orgasm not too far away.
âk-kiss me!â you yelled. jaehyun wasted no time bringing his lips onto yours. it was sloppy but you didnât care, you loved the way it felt.
you moaned into the kiss, as you finally came for the third time tonight. taking his lips from your mouth, he puts them on an exposed section of your neck, sucking on it as he came.
filling you up for a second time tonight, you felt the warmth inside your womb. you wondered whether you could get pregnant after tonight. having his babies, becoming parents, getting marriedâ a dream.
both of you crash onto his bed, not bothering to clean up for now. both too tied, and unable to get up. he kisses your hair, whispering sweet nothings and lulls you to sleep. you and jaehyun peacefully sleeping in each otherâs arms for the night.
jaehyunâs pov.
fuck. what the fuck.
jaehyun jumps up from his bed. too shocked, unable to comprehend what just happened. he doesnât mutter anything, he just goes into his bathroom and turns on the shower.
stepping into the cold water, he faces the tile walls. his throbbing erection the least of his worries right now.
âwh-why⌠why did i have a dream about that night, the night before we-we-â he mutters, the water dripping down his body.
jaehyun didnât know why he dreamt about you, the steamy night that unfolded a week prior to the break-up.
yeah, heâd get off to past memories of you but never a full on dream. he didnât know what to do, to think, to say, to anything.
and he couldnât even being himself to sleep again, so he showered in the cold. itâs been 7 months, the pain still not gone. he misses you tremendously every single day.
he stares at the ring that still stayed on his finger, clenching his hand as he wants to punch the wall in front of him.
ây/nâŚâ
2 months later.
december 14. the day my little star was born.
she was born healthy, no complications. and luckily i was fine as well. it was excruciating pain but knowing she was close to being brought into this world made such pain disappear.
in fact, today we were scheduled to leave and i couldnât wait to just go home. my home wouldnât feel so empty anymore, the thought made me smile.
d/n (daughter name) was currently being breastfed, her eyes shut and wrapped like a burrito. she was the most beautiful baby, though she does look quite a lot like her daddy.
i sigh, throwing my head against the pillow. and before i could fully relax after various sleepless nights, there was a knock to my hospital door. the knock causing me to jerk my head towards the door.
âcome in,â i said loud enough so the person on the other side could hear, and low enough so it wouldnât frighten my baby as she was fast asleep.
i thought it was just some nurse coming in to check in before i left but it wasnât, far from it. my eyes widened. the person also stopping in their trace when they noticed me.
ây/nâŚâ the feminine voice speaks.
my mouth falls open, âm-ms.kim?!â
what was she doing here? why- wait⌠kim jungwoo, kim⌠oh my god. the pieces clicked together, she was the person jungwoo promised to call.
just last night jungwoo called me, apologizing over and over again for being unable to take me back home. i do remember him telling me that heâd find someone else, but⌠who knew itâd be his mother, ms.kim!
we both stayed frozen. neither speaking, you could probably even hear our breaths. however, the cries of a baby erupted into the room. the cries bringing us back to reality.
i look at d/n, swaying her gently in my arms. her wails didnât stop though. âc-can i?â ms.kim asks. i look up, nodding my head, handing her my daughter. it was almost intriguing how fast d/n calmed down, falling back asleep in ms.kimâs arms. she takes a closer look at the baby in her arms, âsheâs adorable, such chubby cheeks.â
i admire the scene in front of me, when was the last time i saw her? i thought. does she still work for them? countless questions wondered in my head until she spoke again. âshe looks just like him,â she says softly. i almost froze, eyes widening. i never told her who the father was, but then again my baby does look a lot like her dad. then considering ms.kim had been with the jeongâs since he was born, she mustâve seen how he looked as a baby.
âd-does she,â i say at a loss. she nods, âiâve been with them since he was still in the womb, and watched him grow, so i can guarantee you theyâre daughter and father.â when i didnât speak she spoke again, âi probably shouldnât be bringing him up⌠i- mr.jeong told me. he explained to me what happened when i asked why you werenât coming over anymore, and well⌠iâm sorry.â
wait⌠why- why is she apologizing. i stopped her immediately, ân-no, you-you have nothing to do with what happened, why are you apologizing?!â
âi raised him after,â she answered. i shook my head, âno, please donât apologize. you and mr.jeong played no part in what unraveled between me and him, nor do or will i blame either of you.â
she faintly smiles, âyouâre too kind, y/n. in all honesty, i thought i would never see you again but yet here you are, you even befriended my son.â i giggled a little at the thought of jungwoo, âhe sure is something else, but iâll be eternally grateful to him.â
we continued our conversation for a while longer before a nurse came in to give me the okay to leave today. i did and completed the necessary things so i could go home, ms.kim helped me. and after a couple hours we were finally out of the hospital with d/n in the car seat ms.kim brought along. she said jungwoo got it for me, as a congrats-on-giving-birth gift.
ms.kim drove, while i stayed in the back with d/n, arriving at my home a while later. we spent the rest of the evening there, ms.kim preparing dinner. whilst she was doing that, jungwoo got off work and came over. he was overly excited to see d/n, shunning me and his own mother out.
when the food was ready, i put a sleeping d/n in the crib i placed in the living room. then i headed back to the dining table, sitting down and for the first time enjoying a homely meal. it was so good, i started crying. when was the last time i felt at peace? when i felt complete? jungwoo nor ms.kim said anything, letting me have a moment.
my home was finally warm and cozy, my new life begun today. my little light radiating throughout my- our home.
4 months later.
i sighed, pushing the stroller of my 4 month-old child along the park. the cold winter weather was gone, and the flowers were in full bloom again. we came for a stroll at our local park, i was in need of a refresher.
itâs been a month since i began working again, and things were going great until a couple days ago when i was informed of a new task. the olâ mighty task being⌠interviewing⌠jeong jaehyun. with the rise of n corps, my company was in desperation to get an interview with him. and if matters couldnât get any worse, our main interviewer broke their leg a couple days ago, so they decided to assign me with the job. well, they gave me until the end of the week to decide whether i was up for it but⌠come on, me?!
no way, there was no way i was going to-
ây/n?â a voice shouts. the voice sounding familiar, i turn around without any second thoughts. though now i wished i hadnât turned around at all, that i had simply ignored the call of my name.
i froze. âj-jaehyun,â i said in a voice that was only loud enough for him to hear. what was he doing here⌠he shouldnât be here⌠no⌠no wh- âit really is youâŚâ he says, interrupting my thoughts. he walks closer, my eyes beginning to blur. âbaby,â he says gently. my stomach churns, in a bad way at the use of the word.
âd-donât ca-call me t-that!â i say, my voice distorted. i was probably trembling as he walked closer. he stopped in his tracks when the cries of a baby erupted.
shit.
he stops, his eyes focusing from me to the strolling behind me. i instinctively blocked her, hiding her from his view even though it was too late now.
it seems it didn't take long for jaehyun to connect two-and-two together. âi-is that my- our child,â he says in an astonished tone. at least he wasnât such an idiot, iâll give him that.
i shook my head, âno, youâre wrong. sheâs mine, she doesnât need you.â i wasnât going to deny that he was the dad but that didnât mean iâd consider him as her father.
jaehyun drops to his knees in front of me. his sobs getting louder as he cried. my heart ached at the sight, but then remembered why we were even here in the first place. i turn back, my grip tightening around the strollerâs handles.
i begin walking away, stopping briefly. âyou shouldâve moved on the day i left the hotel. we are strangers jaehyun, remember that.â he looks up, tears staining his face. i noticed a shine from his finger, it came from the ring around his left hand. i immediately identified it as the ring i had gotten him for his birthday.Â
âw-will i truly never see you again, see her again,â he says, trying to regain his composure. i donât reply back, leaving him in that park.
on the walk home i made up my mind⌠i was going through with the interview.
â§ËÂ°Ę â ÉâĄ
i was sat, waiting for jaehyun to arrive. our meeting location was chosen to be at a restaurant, where we were designated with our own room for privacy reasons. honestly, i could care less about the interview. 3 days had passed since our reunion, and i felt that there was still much left to be discussed, so what better way than to talk about it here.
the door slid open, jaehyun stiffened. his mouth falling open, âw-what-â i interrupted him before he could continue. âsurprise,â i sarcastically said. he looked out to check if he was in the right room, only to be reassured he was. jaehyun sits down, his head down, not daring to look up. i could tell he was keeping his guard up around me.
i softly sighed, âthe person who was set to interview you, broke their leg so they put me as their replacement.â i felt it was only right to explain the situation since iâm sure he was wondering what i was doing here.
when he stayed quiet i continued, âand for the record i accepted it only because i felt that we needed to have a deep talk about everything. letâs put aside the interview for now jaehyun.â
he finally looked up, his eyes meeting mine. âw-where is she?â he asks, stumbling on his words. âshe? oh! d/n is with ms.kim. you probably donât know but ms.kim offered to look after her while i worked,â i explained. it was the truth, ms.kim, since the time i began working again took care of d/n. she argued sheâd find a way around working with mr.jeong and babysitting.
however it seems jaehyun was oblivious to this. âm-ms.kim,â he whispers, in which i respond with a nod. âthatâs where sheâd gone,â he continued. âwhat do you mean?â i asked.
âwell, my father briefly explained that sheâd gotten a job somewhere else so she wouldnât be able to work from certain hours,â he answered. so thatâs what she told them, i thought. âmmm, speaking of your father⌠how is he?â
âi guess heâs alright. the old man and me arenât doing so well, so itâs hard to sayâŚâ he says, stopping briefly to take a sip of his water that was placed there by the waiter before he even arrived. âever since you left, he got pretty upset with me. he forced me into the family company, didnât even wanna consider me his son. i mean it didnât matter to me, i deserved it after all.â
i stayed quiet, not knowing what to say at his revelation. âs-so, tell me about her. please, y/n,â jaehyun pleads. i give it some thought before sighing.
âher name is d/l/n. she was born on december 14th. i found out i was pregnant around a month after that day. she was all i had left so i decided to keep her. and god was that the best decision iâve ever made. yeah, those 9 months were sometimes hell, but i managed. i was scared of being a single mother, but hey look at where i am today,â i explained. his features softened as i continued explaining my past year.
and when i finished he asked, âwonât you let me see her?â i ponder, âi wish, i want to⌠but, i-iâm not sure if i can trust you yet jaehyun.â âand why is that?â he asks. âb-because of what you did. you broke me completely, crushed up all faith and trust i had for you.â
ât-then give me a second chance,â jaehyun declares. you look at him astonished at his declaration. âw-what do you mean?â
âgive me a second chance to prove to you and d/n i can be trusted. iâll make up for lost time, iâll love her triple, no infinitely more. please, just please⌠we donât even have to go into it thinking we might get together, i-i just want to see my baby girl.â
his voice was getting weaker, practically pleading with me. a second chance, huh. i took my time to think about it, would letting him into out lives be the right choice? i was gambling here, but nonetheless i made my decision.
âf-fine. you better prove yourself worth forgiving, jeong jaehyun.â his face almost lit up, âth-thank you! i most definitely will, iâll prove to you both. i wonât make the same foolish mistakes. iâll love d/n, iâll love you,â he says. iâll love you. the phrase brought something out of me, touched my heart per say.Â
and so after an overdue talk, we cleared up our misunderstandings. we agreed on co-parenting, among other things. the interview then proceeded as planned, and once that was out the way he drove me home. i offered to invite him in, in which he gladly accepted.
ms.kim was shocked to see him show up, confused even but i briefly told her iâd explain it later. d/n was awake, and when i introduced her to jaehyun it was like the most sentimental scene. he cried, heck i probably did too. even more shockingly, d/n warmed up to jaehyun faster than i expected.
it felt like weâd finally become a family, like we could finally live happily ever after. and although i knew the journey was far from being over, i was willing to test the waters. if in the near future jaehyun and i ever get together then we get together, and if we donât then we donât.
whatever the future had in store for us, weâd face it once it came. but until then this new life that has bloomed for us like the flowers, will be lived with one another by each other's side.
âyouâre my dandelion.â
Š jhdyuiee
2024. 08. 18
final a.n: woohoo, we're at the end! writing part 2 like i mentioned was a hassle since i was having writers block, worst feeling ever! on top of that i started school again :(( . not the best couple of weeks but i managed to get this done in a week, nevertheless i really hope you all can enjoy it. thank you for your continued love and support, i truly cannot thank you enough for everything! that being said, i will be taking this upcoming week off, and will hopefully be back to uploading for the last week of august. i love you all berry much! please look forward to jaehyun's solo, JOLO, on august 26! thank you&i love you, jiji signing off đ¤
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My Secret Desire | AESPA Winter x Male Reader
I decided to post the new chapter today because I was supposed to post something else today. But as you can guess, I did not liked it enough to post it. So enjoy the new chapter!
4. The Package
She send me a pair of her underwear. With a little note on them saying âMake good use of them until i come back and get them.â And she drew a little emoji winking at the end.
But she wasnât coming over. Neither to school nor my house. She was barely texting me. And when she does, she only makes me horny and disappear completely. I asked about her to one of her friends but they were in it too. I all got for a response was to wait. So I waited. After nearly a week and a half later, my door was knocking. It was her. I looked at the peekhole. I opened the door. She went straight in. Saying nothing. She took off her shoes and jumped to my bed. Getting ready to take a nap. I closed the door and started watching her. After a moment of silence I wanted to check on her. She was sleeping. She literally was gone for nearly two weeks and now she is back sleeping in my room.
But no. This was my time to act. I couldnât just let her win every time. I sit beside her and woke her up. âWhat?â she asked me. Her attitude was making me angry. This attitude of her was the main reason I hate her as much as I love her. âWhat do you mean âWhat?â!â âYou come into my house, crying. Youâre not saying a single word. We fuck, you disappear for nearly two weeks. Than you sending me your panties. And after a few days later you appear on my doorstep and pretending none of this happened?â She looked at me. Holding her laugh. âYes.â She said. Then burst into laughing.
I hold her arms. I mean, I hold them pretty tight. Her laugh was disappearing quickly. She realized that Iâm really angry now. But she was not holding back either. âCome on big boy, what do you have in mind?â
I knew her intention. She wants sex again. But no. She needs to know that she does not always get what she wants from me. We fuck when I want to fuck. She grabbed my cock. But my cock was not hard this time. Because I was furious. âCome on, stop resisting. I know you want me.â She was thigtening her grab as she talks to me. I pushed her to the bed. âOkay, now weâre talking.â She said. But the following event was not someting that she would expect. I dressed up, took the keys and locked her inside my apartment. She has no other option to wait for me. My apartment was pretty high up so she couldnât use the balcony to run away. But also, I had zero worries that she wants to escape. I was confident that she will wait for me. No matter how long I took to come back to my apartment.
I grabbed some ramen from my favourite store. It was just around the corner of my apartment. Then I rented a film from one of the stores that is not far from my apartment. Then I go to my apartment. Opened the door. There she was. Sitting on the toilet without closing the toilets door. âYou should at least close the door.â I said to her. She rolled her eyes and answered. âYou should be grateful that I did not pissed on to your carpet. You dick.â She was acting just like I imagined she would. âI am hungry. You did get something to eat, right?â I showed her the ramen I bought. âYouâre the best boyfriend in the world.â Then she added. âProbably.â I asked her while I put the ramens on the kitchen counter. âWhat do you mean boyfriend?â She got up and came towards me. âDuh, dude you fucked me and cum into my throat. And I fucking swallowed it. What do you think we are? Study buddies?â
âSo, you loved me from the beggining.â I asked. âBoth.â She answered. âI fucking love you so much and I hate you so fucking much.â She also said. I can take that. âI love you because youâre the most precious person ever. I hate you because youâre too precious to be real. That you will gone to your own country an forgot about me.â
Her words hurt me a lot. But not in a bad way. I was hurt because I did not see it before. She was never bullying me. She just wanted my attention. Because she was thinking that I will leave her because she was not clever enough. What a bad way to think about yourself. And this was the exact reason I hated her to my guts. She was so hard to get along with. She was meaning the world to me. Yet, whenever I tried to show her this, she accused me by being delusional. Saying she is not enough for me or so. I may be too harsh to say I hated her just for this, trust me this kind of toxicity can kill. But my love for her was always getting the spotlight. It was the same for her too.
âI am so sorry If I ever hurt you with my words. I was never a bully. I just wanted your attention. And you werenât giving me.â She hit me with your little fist as she talks. I hugged her. âNo, I wonât be going anywhere. Not now at least.â She showed me her middle finger. And then she realized the film I rented. She took the dvd and started inspecting it. âI heard that this one is so shit.â She said. âIt is pure shit.â I answered. Her response was hilarious, and expected. âThen why the fuck you rented this?â It turns out that this was just the way she communicates. Not exactly helping her with the social life but, kind of makes her hot and cute. Or I was just obsessed with her.
I prepared the ramen and we started eating. âPut the film on.â She said. I put the film on. In under ten minutes our meals were finished. She paused the film and said âOkay letâs agree on something.â I said go on. âIf i get bored in the next ten minutes, we fuck. If I donât we donât fuck.â I was confused a little. âWhy do I get punished for choosing I film that you probably like?â I asked. âHaha. That is how I work, honey.â
She watched that entire film. I can realize that she wasnât really liked it. But she did it because she wanted to annoy me. But I wanted her. So I started to kiss her neck. âNo hickeys.â She said. âMy mother will fucking kill me.â Of course I was going to give her a hickey. âIf youâre going to give me a hickey just do it on a place my mother wouldnât be able to see.â She said. I took of her tshirt. I left a hickey on her left shoulder. âYour mother wouldnât see that, I think.â I said. She mimics me. Then laughs. âYou ruined the ending.â She said. âCome on! It was already shit how I could possibly ruined the ending.â I answered. She nodded.
âIâm just going to give you a blowjob, and get the hell out of here. Iâm already late. I was gone to buy some rice. My mother still waiting me to bring rice.â She said. âI have an unopened package of rice. You can take it on your way out.â She gave me a thumbs up. Then took off my pyjamas. She was on her knees. She licked my cock over my underwear. Then she took of my underwear. Took my cock inside her mouth. Her mouth was so warm. And I already knew that she is very skilled when it comes to sucking cock. But she was too shy to make eye contact. I did not pushed her to her limits just yet. I just let her give me head peacefully, in her own terms. âAre you going to swallow it again?â I asked. She took it off from her mouth to answer me. âWell, i want to but you bought me a gigantic ramen. I donât want to throw up the first meal you bought me.â She started sucking it again. I asked her to look into my eyes. She started to look up. She was looking so good with my cock in her mouth. I mean, she was probably the cutest girl Iâve ever seen. And she was my girlfriend.
âIâm going to swallow it.â She said. âDo not pull it out when youâre about to cum.â I pulled my cock out. âWhat makes you change your mind.â I asked her. âYou forgot to buy me beverage. Can I please finish it and go???â âOkay, okay sorry.â I answered. âAll yours.â She got faster and faster. Then I came into her mouth. First she showed me her mouth full of my cum. Then she swallowed it and showed me her empty mouth. I pull her closer to me and kissed her lips. âYou just kissed your own cum.â She laughed. âBut off your mouth.â I answered. âBut it makes you gay.â She answered. I looked at her face laughing. âOkay, Iâm going. Give me the rice.â I give her the rice I bought the other day. âHey, mom! I just blowed my boyfriend and he give me a packet of rice.â She was laughing out loud while saying that. âAt least you keep the money.â I said. Â âYouâre so very right sir. Goodbye.â She saluted me and went out the door. I followed her. âNo kiss goodbye?â She came closer, I was taller than her. She signalizes me to bow down. I did. She put her middle finger into my mouth. âHereâs your kiss.â
God I love her.
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Tibanna Gaslighting
Anakin nodded, slowly, as Palpatine finished telling him about this Darth Plagueis guy.
âThatâs⌠an interesting story, Chancellor,â he said. âWhere did you hear it from?â
â...I beg your pardon?â Palpatine replied.
âWellâŚâ Anakin said, waving his hand in a vague sort of way, mostly for emphasis. âI got to thinking about how⌠you know. You said that this wasnât a story the Jedi would tell me, and it really got me to realize that you canât just believe everything you hear without knowing where you hear it from. So, uh⌠if the Jedi tell me a story about the Jedi making mistakes, thatâs something thatâs more likely to be believable, that kind of thing.â
He shrugged, awkwardly. âSo⌠where did you hear it from?â
âSomeone?â Palpatine replied. âIt was a long time ago. You wouldnât know him, heâs dead now.â
âThatâs a shame,â Anakin admitted. âBut, still⌠what kind of person was he?â
âOh, a businessman,â Palpatine answered. âI worked quite closely with him for a time, though we did eventually have something of a falling out.â
âRight,â Anakin nodded. âSo I guess⌠it could be that this person who told you this was telling the truth. I donât know him, so I donât know if heâd be honest about it, and I guess I canât think of a reason why someone would tell a story about this without telling the truth but thatâs kind of the same for a lot of stories, right? And they canât all be true.â
After a pause, during which Palpatine appeared to be thinking, Anakin had another thought.
âSo this businessman,â he said. âWhat did you have a falling out over? I donât hear much about what you were like when you were younger, Chancellor.â
âYou seem very curious, all of a sudden, Anakin,â Palpatine deflected.
âI guess,â Anakin admitted. âMaybe Iâm just kind of trying to think about something to distract me from the ballet.â
âBallet is cultural,â Palpatine pointed out.
âYeah, thatâs why Iâm trying to distract myself from it,â Anakin agreed. âI guess what Iâm wondering is why someone would tell you a story like that.â
âIt-â Palpatine began, then shook his head. âI suppose⌠you may have a point, Anakin.â
âItâs like with the way the Jedi talk about the Sith,â Anakin went on. âThey said the Sith were extinct for nearly a thousand years, until this Darth Maul guy showed up, and then suddenly everyone realized the Sith had been hiding out for a thousand years instead. Just, you know. Not doing anything.â
Anakin chuckled. âMaybe thatâs the thing! Because Sith use the Dark Side, right? And thatâs all about instant gratification, not about being hidden for hundreds of years until eventually someone gets their revenge on the rest of the galaxy⌠itâs almost like itâd make more sense for these Sith to just be a new group whoâve called themselves the Sith. Sith is just a name, right? And itâs not like itâs impossible to use the Dark Side otherwise⌠but I guess the Jedi must have thought of that.â
Palpatineâs expression looked like heâd bitten into some kind of particularly sour fruit, and Anakin frowned.
âAre you okay, Chancellor?â he asked. âDo you not like the ballet either?â
âThe ballet is fine,â Palpatine answered. âI do not mind the ballet. I am wondering if my entire life has been a lie.â
âOh, yeah, I do that sometimes,â Anakin replied.
That evening, in his office, the Chancellor glowered at his statues of the Sages of Dwarti.
Then frowned.
Why had he been doing all of this, anyway?
Power? He had that, and power was a means to an end, anyway.
The destruction of the Jedi? Maybe⌠but that was a means to an end. Not an end in itself. He wanted to rule the galaxy, and finally get revenge on the Jedi for what they had done to the Sith-
-and there, again, he ran into the problem Anakin had pointed out, perhaps without noticing.
Palpatine didnât have any clue whether his master Plagueis had actually been⌠a Sith.
He could have just been a Dark-sider who had taken the name. Palpatine had thought himself an intelligent man, a dangerous man, a man who would never be taken in by trickery⌠but he had never questioned the idea that Plagueis was an actual Sith.
A Sith of a line of Sith who had lasted a thousand years, each of them intending to pass on their hatred to the next Sith, until some future Sith would actually take their revenge.
And that did not sound very Dark Side now that Palpatine actually thought about it.
How was it possible that a line of Sith could last so many centuries without breaking, without betrayal?
It didnât seem possible.
And yet⌠and yet the plan was still working. It would allow him to turn the Republic into a new Sith Empire.
...no, not a Sith Empire. Just an Empire, where he could rule and do whatever it was he wanted. LikeâŚ
...he actually had trouble with that bit.
Heâd spent his entire life pretending to be a kindly man to gain power, and what would he do with it then? Heâd literally just been trying to recruit his newest Sith Apprentice by telling him about how heâd murdered his own Master. Anakin had already killed Tyrannus on Palpatineâs orders!
How long would Palpatine last if he became Emperor, the Jedi slain, and Anakin his apprentice?
Two years? Maybe three? If he killed off Anakinâs wife and avoided Anakin realizing why, that would get him a bit more time.
Or.
He could step down, with nobody any the wiser. The war won, Sheev Palpatine relinquishing his power, rich and honoured and able to do whatever he wished with the remaining several decades he could expect from his life.
It would even give him more time to do the closest thing he had to a hobby⌠manipulating people.
And, more than anything, it would mean he was not following the rut that a mere jumped-up businessman had created for him, decades ago, with his fanciful tale of a thousand years of Sith all finally â conveniently â coming to their culmination just then, in Palpatine specifically.
Yes.
That was a much better plan.
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Doctor, Doctor, please listen!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Chubby!Fem!reader Cw; Tension (I tried), cursing, the smallest physical description of reader in the last portion (just mentions their stomach going over their pants), reader has scars from previous cases, rivals to lovers?, lmk if i'm missing smth Summary: 3 times you called him doctor, 3 times he wonders why. Disclaimer: Reader is always written with a chubby/bigger person in mind but I don't really ever describe their bodies that much cause it's x READER and every body has a different body <3 WC: 3,596 I am literally so obsessed with criminal minds somebody save my soul OBLIVOUS IDIOTS WHO WANT EACH OTHER MY BELOVED. Title from mad hatter by Melanie Martinez don't even @ me for that
1.
â...she will be an important part of making your team function quicker. We fought hard to get her here. I ask that you all treat her with respect and not make me intervene.âÂ
Strauss finished her introductory spiel with a familiar âmom-glareâ towards the team, walking away once she finished her speech. Unfortunately, her departure left you standing alone in front of the most intimidating man youâve ever seen and four of his team members. You had been practically still until now. You hated the pressure of everyoneâs eyes on you, causing a general freeze response to the stress of a new team. Fawn, you thought, the newest addition to the fight or flight categories and also the lovely thing forcing you to practically disassociate in front of your new boss and co-workers.Â
âWelcome, Dr. L/N. Weâve heard good things. Iâm Aaron Hotchner, I supervise the team.â He was leaning on the table before he stepped forward to shake your hand as he spoke. âThis is Emily Prentiss, Jenifer Jareau, Derek Morgan, and Doctor Spencer Reid.â He pointed towards the corresponding people as he spoke of them. âAgent Rossi is away right now, and youâll meet our T.I. laterâŚsheâs been excited.â If you hadnât been good at your job, youâre sure you would have missed the way his lips turned up slightly at the edges when mentioning the woman. He didnât seem so scary anymore, more like a father of the team. Youâd been expecting a drill sergeant - your last team leader could have given a bull a run for itâs money with how much aggression that guy had. You welcomed the rush of excitement you felt at the discovery, mentally shaking off the stiffness you were carrying.Â
âIâm happy to be here, sir. Iâve heard good things about the team, too. Your boss seems to think highly of your capabilities.â You addressed the room as you spoke. Public speaking was a skill you were still trying to master, so you practiced whenever you could.Â
Your statement earned a chuckle from the table. Nobody bothered to explain the reason. You figured it was too much history to sum up on the spot. Your eyes wanted to linger on Reid. He seemed so young, and you wondered if heâd been told that his entire career - lord knows you had too. A fellow doctor. You assumed he was a bit of a stickler about the title, as even his boss kept it tacked onto his name when introducing him. Youâd originally hoped to find some comfort in the man, on the surface he seemed a lot like you. He was probably too smart for his own good as well. Given the way he was staring at you, though, you felt the realization sink in that the man had no intention of welcoming you.Â
âWhy exactly do we need another profiler?â His voice held no malice as he spoke in the direction of his boss. There was more curiosity in his voice than anything, however you did pick up on the sense of superiority that sat just beneath the surface of his words. You guessed thatâs how he behaved generally - as though he was superior. Still, your head tilted slightly to the side at the question.Â
Damn. Tough crowd.Â
You saw the intake of breath in Hotchner as he prepared to defend your place here but you spoke before he could start. âWhile I am a profiler, sir, first and foremost I am a psychiatrist - a doctor. As Iâm sure you heard from Strauss, the board is unhappy with your recent efficiency rates and would also like to aid your team in dealing with mental health crises. Iâve spent my entire life studying the effects and conditions of the mentally diseased brain. Iâll be able to tell you the most efficient and effective way of interacting with these individuals, along with more accurately predicting their actions and methodology. Iâm an agent, I took the same oath everyone here did but I was brought here for my expertise.â You were on a bit of a tangent, you knew that, but something about the smug feel of the man forced an emergence of competitiveness. He looked at you so indifferent, and you couldnât help the tiny sparks of anger lighting beneath your skin. You kept a friendly disposition towards the man - you were a professional, after all, not a teenager - but you sensed a rivalry sprouting itâs roots.
The others at the table suppressed their smiles or looked down to hide it. Nobody had ever challenged Spencer like that. They could all feel he was a tad bit territorial. He was the guy people went to when they needed to know something. He was the Doctor of the group. They didnât think he would take too kindly to another one encroaching his land. They saw the way he was tense, even more so after you responded. It was a riveting sight, though. The lot of them saw Spencer as a younger brother, and him meeting his match was something they were all so excited to see.
âPlay nice, pretty boy.â Derek muttered to him, Spencer was slightly slouched in his chair now, not losing sight of you. Derek followed suit, turning his attention towards you. âWeâre glad to have you, Doctor. Weâve spoken about an addition like you before, Iâm glad to see the higher ups finally listened. I look forward to working with you - excuse me.â He left once his phone rang.Â
The others took his exit as an excuse for their own, everyone giving you a warm welcome as they left. You reciprocated happily, telling everyone they could just call you by your first name, never having been one for titles. âThereâs one difference.â You thought, even your internal dialogue was bitter. Aside from him, there was a warmth here that you had been desperate to find in your last team. If you had to work passive aggressively with one uptight man in exchange for a team like this - you were going to take that deal.Â
He refused to leave it seemed. He just sat looking inquisitively at the table, occasionally extending his stare to look at you before returning. How did you two end up alone in this room?
âAre you gonna have a problem with me, Doctor?â You shifted slightly on your feet. A notoriously nervous sign, one he definitely picked up on.
He stared again. It was his mind that kept him rooted in his seat. You were fucking alluring. Heâd never met someone so like himself in his line of work. He was being a dick and he knew it but it seemed to be instinctual - some type of precaution, maybe. He didnât know why you were being so respectful. Doctor. God, he didnât know if the title had ever sounded so good being directed at him. His frustration only rose as he thought on the issue more. He wasnât welcoming, it would be so easy to drop the formality, something he knew you knew would get on his nerves. But you didnât. It didnât seem like a question of dignity. You didnât seem like the type to refuse a little pettiness - he sure wasnât the type either. A thought stirred, an unsafe one he wanted to squash immediately but one he also couldnât help but lean into. Did you want a power imbalance?
âNo.â He stood abruptly, obviously still focused on the thoughts in his head. âWelcome to the team.â He addressed you one last time and then walked out of the room.
You followed shortly after, ready to make home on your couch and be done with being the newbie for the day. Your stress would follow you home, though, as the last thing you heard before you left the building was âOh my god theyâre perfect for each other.â
2.
The first few weeks were always the hardest. This was something you knew and were prepared for but it did nothing to calm your nerves. Youâd been on countless missions having worked this job for a while now, but this was an entirely new dynamic to learn. You were an outsider for the first time in four years and it was scary. This case was shaping up to be a rough one, too. A man was having delusions telling him to kill. An extremely rare manifestation of his Schizophrenia, only elevated by the newly acquired aspect of him being an insomniac.Â
Spencer hadnât ceased being headstrong in cases either. Every time you wanted to help he made it his mission to overcompensate in order to snuff you out. On the contrary, heâd warmed up to you a little. It wasnât major, he barely held any positive feelings toward you, but barely was better than not at all, so you coped. You two had managed a couple small talk conversations outside the battle of one-upping that you were currently losing. You absolutely hated it, but you liked him. You liked him a lot, actually. You donât know when in the past few days that anger morphed into fondness but it had shifted hard. The casual dominance he exuded drew you in like a porchlight lures a moth. You doubted the opposite proved true for him, and that stung. You came to enjoy the banter, the competition, even if you were always playing the losing hand. It was the only way to get his undivided attention and the feeling of his eyes on you started to follow you home.Â
You thought a lot about how you could get the relationship to pivot into something better. You didnât want to be the girl he bickered with at work. You didnât know what it was you wanted but you knew that your current fate sounded horrid. He was an ass, though, and he did not make it easy to admit those feelings. Every time he undermined you, you grew more attached and also more angry at yourself for doing so. It was because heâs so much like you, you thought. You knew from the way he interacted with his team that he wasnât a cold guy, didnât hold malice towards people for no reason. He needs time. He needs to know you, and God how badly you wanted to know him.Â
You had sustained good relations with everyone the past few weeks youâve been here. Meeting Garcia and Rossi had been a treat - both of them being delightful company. Youâd heard them whispering about you and Spencer when they thought you werenât around. The whole team seems to think that youâre basically fated to be together. It was unnerving how comforting that thought was to you. You hoped they were right.Â
Spencer hoped they were right too. Heâd heard the same whispers you had, chastising the team when he got the chance as if he didnât think about you every moment he could. His eyes seemed to naturally land on you if you were around. He watched you walk around the bureau more and more lately, enjoying the gained confidence in your step as you cemented your place in the team. The sway of your hips or the swing of your arms. You mesmerized him no matter what you did. One time he got so caught up in his thoughts of you that Prentiss had to check he wasnât having a silent panic attack. He clung to his sense of resentment, tried so hard to remind himself of the feelings he had when he first met you - you were beautiful, of course you were - but you were on claimed land and he was anything but eager for you to make home on it. That had faded fast, seeing how kind you were, scrambling to help and earn respect from everyone. The only reason he kept up the act of âman who wants you goneâ was so that he could keep talking to you. Spencer was a genius but he didnât know how to handle someone like you. Heâd been interested in girls before, hell heâd had girlfriends before but it had never felt like this in such little time. Such intense infatuation was crippling for someone whoâs brain worked in patterns - this was new ground for him.Â
âEverybody suit up. We have Fosterâs location and we need to move quickly. Heâs going after the source of his rage and we donât have time to spare.â Hotch came down the stairs two at a time, spurring the team into action.Â
âThis man is highly dangerous but also highly deluded. The cases Iâve read similar to this say itâs best to speak gently. Heâs sick but he can be reasoned with.â Spencer pulls from his memory as he sets his âFBIâ vest into place on his chest.Â
âNo, not this time. This man is too severe, his mind is too far gone. If these hallucinations of his are strong enough for him to touch them itâll be extremely easy for him to rearrange or imagine your words differently. You need to be loud, direct, and assertive. Speak as little as possible. The quieter you are, the easier it will be for him to change what youâre saying in his head.â You also spoke while putting your vest on. You didnât carry a weapon - a personal vow of yours, as you were more than classified to - so there were no holsters to fill. The contradictions between the two doctors of the team made everyone hesitate even though they lacked the time to do so.
Spencer looked at you, slightly out of breath from working so quickly. âYouâre questioning my memory?âÂ
âIâm not questioning your memory, Doctor. Iâm questioning your sources. Thereâs a higher risk level if we do what youâre suggesting. Let me do my job.â You made the final adjustments to your attire as you finished speaking. You returned his eye contact for just a beat too long, letting the others rush out of the building while you stood your ground, the two of you begrudgingly following after them a moment later.
You had been assigned a different car than him for the ride over. âThank Godâ was the only thing you could think when you saw him heading to the other SUV. After another confrontation - another public one, at that - you werenât sure you could handle being pressed leg to leg with him in the backseat. Your words were a looping record in his head as he rode towards Foster. They were about to attempt a hostage negotiation with a man seeing people who werenât there but all he could think about was that fucking word you refused to drop.Â
Iâm not questioning your memory, Doctor
You had to be doing this on purpose, he thought. He originally believed this had started because you knew stripping him of his beloved title would cause irritation. Now he suspected you knew how badly he wanted his name in your mouth and this was your way of torturing him. âItâs working.â He thought. God was it working. He agreed with his team, you were perfect for him. You had knowledge to match his, kept him on his toes. One time the start of a ramble slipped through his âI donât like youâ façade and he felt his heart speed up at the genuine interest that roused in your eyes. You wanted to know him and he was an idiot for all the shit he was doing.Â
He wasnât surprised when your strategy worked and Ben Foster was taken into custody. You were the one to talk him down, and if you hadnât already been accepted to the team, he knew then and there that they needed you. You were flawless. He knew youâd been doing this as long as he had and it showed. He pleaded with himself to stay focused, zeroed in on the weight of the gun in his hand to save face. His mind never left you, though, much like his eyes. This was the expertise you spoke of - no wonder they fought hard to get you here.Â
âYou were excellent in there.â It was just the two of you now. Even in the dull, flashing police lights, you were breathtaking. âGood job.â He said. Then he walked away because he was on the brink of kissing you and didnât feel like breaking about 18 workplace rules while at the scene of a crime. You wouldnât have been complaining if he did.
3.
Every time something like this happened it was difficult to remind yourself that not carrying a weapon was a choice you made willingly. You were currently sitting in the back of an open ambulance, about to be hoisted onto a stretcher and driven to the ER for stitches. Youâve been with the BAU for almost 3 months now and have miraculously managed to avoid injury in that time. This had been one of the easier cases. No chases or clues to follow, just a sick man who left a fairly obvious paper trail. You were the speaker on almost all cases. You were in charge of de-escalating a situation, making sure the bomb didnât blow. Youâve never carried a weapon, always preferring to take the wounds of a job over using a gun to back up your words. You were a psychiatrist, you wanted to make people better, not vilify them. It worked, usually. People did tend to trust you more when you were unarmed. This time, though, it got you stabbed.
It wasnât a bad injury, the blood had already stopped and was mildly dry by the time Spencer was joining you. Just one more scar to your collection. It was to the side of your quad, missing any artery by miles and just serving as a pain source at this point. A little numbing and some stitches and youâd be right as rain is what the doctor in the ambulance had said.Â
âWhat happened?â He spoke softly to you. There wasnât a rivalry between you two, not really. The banter hadnât stopped, but it changed. It was playful and actually fun now. The both of you werenât obsessed with outdoing the other anymore. Some casual boastfulness and a budding friendship is where you were at with him currently.Â
âI got stabbed.â
âJesus Christ, Y/N.â
He exhaled like he couldnât comprehend the stupidity of your answer. You laughed at that. One enjoyable pastime youâd picked up in the past month was trying to bewilder him. The EMT said he needed to check the rest of your body for injury despite your protest of such a procedure. It was typical and you knew that, but you held onto the fear of your own body that middle school gave you. There was a man you liked here, and the thought of him seeing the bit of stomach that hung outside the waistline of your pants scared you more than you thought it would. You forced yourself to be rational in spite of this. It was Spencer, you wanted to be seen by him.Â
âHoly shit.â
You chuckled at that. You forgot that maybe a warning was in order for the amount of scars that littered your stomach.
âProbably should have told you about those.â There were dozens. You amassed a countless amount of scars over the course of your job. Stab wounds, bullet grazes, burn marks. Unsubs, as much as you tried to empathize, were often violent at the end of the day and usually lashed out before they could be helped.Â
He was staring - well, gazing more like. Not like someone stares at a car accident on the freeway but instead how someone stares at the moon - awe. He was in awe of you. Your strength, your courage, the fact that you went through all these individual events and still chose not to arm yourself. Some of these were in places that could have been fatal, and he thanked whatever entity may be listening that you persevered, begged them to continue that streak. He crashed hard into the desire to touch you, to run his hands over what little of your past he could see. He wondered if you would let him. If youâd fit into his palms the way he thought you would - if that was something you even wanted. The EMT was gone by now, having moved to the passenger seat for the ride to the hospital.Â
âCould I - " He hesitated for a moment, this was definitely the wrong question to ask. âCan I touch you?â
Your eyes glazed over slightly. Jesus. You felt your lips part a little.
âYou want to?â Genuine surprise. You didnât think you looked particularly desirable in your current state. He wanted to touch your fucking scars. Who does he think he is?
âPlease.â He was looking at you in a way you hadnât seen before. His eyes were glazed over too. You held his eyes as you nodded. The heat was so stifling that you laughed just a little at the tension.
âFucking hell, Spence.â
Blood shot to his ears when you said his name. It had been well worth the wait to hear you say it like that - breathy and confused and so fucking pretty that he wondered how he ever lived before you said it.Â
âWill you tell me about them?â He was breathy too, but he wouldnât have you here, not like this. He just needed to feel you.Â
âIâll tell you anything you want, Doc.â
His hands were warm. It wouldnât be the last time you felt them.
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is it casual now?, pt. two
pt. one
my friends call me a loser âcause iâm still hanging around. iâve heard so many rumors that iâm just a girl that you bang on your couch. i thought you thought of me better, someone you couldnât lose. you said, âweâre not together,â so now when we kiss i have anger issues. you said, âbaby, no attachments,â but weâre knee deep in the passengers seat and youâre eating me out, is it casual now?
around one in the morning, steve canât take the tossing and turning anymore. he calls robin and she just says sheâs coming over. she rides her bike all the way to steveâs house in the dark even though he tells her over and over not to do that. she just does.
he both loves and hates that she does.
steveâs on the couch in the living room again, moved back downstairs when he realized sleep wasnât coming tonight. heâs sitting right where eddie had looked at him and rejected him. right where eddie had decided steve wasnât worth the trouble. even in the privacy of his own mind, steve knows heâs not being exactly fair, but he canât stop his thoughts from circling over what happened, over and over and over again, until the night is all smooth around the edges, all the good stuff rubbed away.
so thatâs where robin finds him, wrapped in the navy comforter heâd dragged from his bed with the television glowing on mute. the house is dark and she just lets herself in like she always does.
âi take it the talk didnât go so well,â her voice is light and steve can tell sheâs trying not to add any inflection to the statement, trying hard so it doesnât sound like a question.
âi donât know, doesnât every great love story start with someone storming out after the confession?â steve tries to make it a joke, to make it sound flippant, but his voice comes out flat. robinâs mouth quirks up a little any way and he knows itâs something like a pity laugh, but it does soothe the stabbing pain in his chest just a little.
âyou wanna talk about it or you wanna let me take you to bed and big spoon the shit out of you?â robin reaches out to run her hand lightly through his hair, just once, before she lets it fall back into her lap. sheâs wearing her pajamas, the wide leg of her flannel pants stuffed into her bright yellow rainboots, like sheâd left the house in a hurry, couldnât bother to change or find proper footwear.
steve sighs. ânot a whole lot to talk about. i told him it would be kinda cool to maybe⌠date but he said he already told me he doesnât really do that. and heâs right. i was just being dumb, i guess.â
âis that how you said it?â thereâs a crease between her eyebrows now and sheâs got that expression on her face that she always gets when sheâs trying to solve a puzzle.
âi mean, not, like, word for word or whatever, but yeah, thatâs the general gist of how it went.â
her expression shutters and her jaw sets. âright, well. he doesnât have to be a super mega asshole about it.â
âhe wasnât,â steve tells her, earnestly. robin is eddieâs friend too and he doesnât want this whole dumb thing ruining that too. they could all use all the friends they could get at this point, especially ones who get it, whatever it happens to be. âi promise. it was just⌠my mistake. he did tell me, from the beginning. i just misunderstood.â
robinâs face softens slightly. she reaches her hand out to lock her fingers with his and they sit there in the glow from the tv for a long moment, silent. âletâs go to sleep,â she yawns finally, standing from the couch. âeverything will be better in the morning.â
~*~
robin is half wrong, but sheâs also half right. things are better in the morning. steve doesnât feel like his chest is going to cave in at every small wrong move and he doesnât feel like crying every five seconds after his extensive cry sesh in the shower.
but eddie still isnât there.
~*~
itâs been weeks since steve has seen eddie. steveâs not stupid. heâs aware that eddieâs actively avoiding him, despite the fact that steve has called the trailer multiple times trying to apologize. heâd left a confusingly vague message with wayne, one heâs sure had made no sense if it was even relayed to eddie at all. picking the kids up from hellfire at the wheelers is a newly torturous experience with the kids now waiting for him on the curb awkwardly instead of making steve wait an extra fifteen to twenty minutes on the wheelerâs gross plaid couch in their basement that perpetually smells like corn chips. everyone seems to be clearly aware that something is up. heâs sure he sees sympathy in mrs. wheelerâs eyes when she waves to him from their front door, thanking him for driving the kids home.
steveâs not exactly sure where it all went wrong. he knows now that heâd blindsided eddie; it was more than apparent now that eddie hadnât even thought about what he was doing or how steve was feeling. steve spent hours thinking about eddie every day and it was clear now that that was not reciprocated. which is fine, he guesses, but he had thought he and eddie were friends first. theyâd saved the world together after all. that tended to bond people forever, heâd assumed, just simply based on his relationships with robin and dustin and even nancy. he hadnât really accounted for losing eddie completely. but steve was clearly fucking clueless when it came to eddie munson, so maybe heâd actually been wrong about everything all along.
he ping pongs back and forth between feelings of self-pity mixed with self flagellation and feelings of intense, white-hot anger at eddie. one minute, heâs sure this is all his fault, that he really is the dumbest person on planet earth and he definitely deserves to have people leave him constantly when heâs so fucking stupid all the time, canât even keep his stupid fucking mouth shut and his stupid ugly feelings to himself for one time in his stupid fucking life. the next, he starts to blame eddie for what happened instead, blames him for not understanding steve at all. itâs eddieâs fault for not seeing what was right in front of his stupid fucking face. but after a couple of minutes of that, heâs back to being certain it really was his fault after all.
so after almost a month of no returned phone calls, no surprise visits at work just to say âheyâ because eddie couldnât sit around all day waiting for steve to get off his shift, no casual touches as they chat while eddie packs up his dnd gear, steve finally takes the massive fucking hint for what it is and stops calling. he begs jonathan to pick the kids up from hellfire, lying about a new shift schedule at work. he refuses to drive the kids anywhere that eddie might potentially be, even when the kids insist eddie really wonât be there. heâs trying so hard to convince himself that actually heâs the one avoiding eddie and not the other way around. heâs barely even hanging out with robin anymore, besides work. she seems to get that he needs time alone right now though. steveâs never been more grateful for a platonic soul mate.
but after this long, agonizing month of constantly rearranging his own life to help someone else avoid him, steveâs exhausted. heâs been having more nightmares than usual, ones where the people he loves all take turns dying in his arms. itâs a wednesday when he finally has the night off and he decides to treat himself with sixteen candles and a pizza. he orders his pie and fifteen minutes later heâs pulling his wallet from his pocket before answering the knock on the door.
âwhat do i owe you?â he asks after the door swings open. heâs got his eyes on his wallet in his hands, fingers moving over the bills folded together.
âoh, um,â a familiar voice stutters. steveâs eyes snap up. âiââ
steve feels like he canât get any air for a minute. eddieâs just standing on his front step, staring.
steveâs throat feels dry. he has to swallow a few times before he can get any words out, but eddie beats him to it anyway.
âcan we, uh. talk?â eddie looks nervous, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. steve steps out of the way, silently letting eddie pass him on his way into the house. the door swings shut and itâs the loudest sound steveâs ever heard in his life.
they stand in the small foyer with its huge ceilings and steve can feel the cold of the tiles through his thin socks. eddie makes no move to enter further into the house, so neither does he. steve shifts on his feet, crossing his arms over his chest, suddenly uncomfortable in the silence of his own home.
âiâm sorry,â steve says quietly, after a long stretch of silence that makes it clear eddieâs not actually about to speak. eddieâs eyes keep flitting around the small space, landing everywhere but steveâs face. eddie shrugs, looking over steveâs shoulder into the kitchen behind him.
âitâs notââ eddie shakes his head, cutting himself off. steve wants desperately to hear how heâd finish that sentence. almost as desperately as he doesnât.
âi ruined it.â steve runs his hand through his hair. âi tried calling the trailer⌠to apologize. left a couple messages with wayne but.â he shrugs.
eddie grunts. steve wishes he knew how to make this better. he canât tell if the grunt means eddie got his messages or not. heâd thought he was good at deciphering eddieâs noises by now.
âlook,â steve says, finally frustrated with the whole thing. âwe were kind of friends before we started⌠hooking up or whatever. i get that you wanted something casual and that i ruined it. i get that i fucked it up and i made you uncomfortable andâi just get it, okay? you didnât do anything wrong. you were always honest. i was just seeing what i wanted to see and i let myself believe something that wasnât real. so. i would really like for us to be friends again. i hate this, eddie. it really sucks. i donât like not seeing you around. i justâthis sucks.â
eddie nods, swallowing thickly, but he doesnât really seem like heâs hearing steve.
âyeah,â eddie finally agrees. âthis sucks.â
steve gets the sense that eddie means more than just this whole dumb thing between them, but heâs trying not to be in the business of making assumptions about what eddie means anymore.
âi have a pizza coming,â steve sighs. âif you want to stay?â he canât help but feel hopeful and he knows this is too much, to invite eddie to stay when they havenât even really made up yet, but he doesnât know how to fix this. heâs never been good at this.
eddie glances into the living room and steveâs not entirely sure what he sees or what he imagines, but he watches as eddie swallows again, eyes darting quickly to steveâs face, just once, before he gives his head a small shake. âno, i donâtâi should go. but weâll see each other, okay, harrington?â and he says it like a question but steve thinks he knows itâs not really a question at all. steve will see eddie any time, anywhere, whenever eddie asks.
steve tries to smile before shuffling toward the door and watching eddie go.
~*~
itâs another ten minutes before his pizza even gets there and when it does, steveâs feeling even more sorry for himself than he has in the last month since heâd asked eddie out. he makes it halfway through the movie and the pizza before he starts to consider calling robin. itâs been a while since theyâve just hung out and thatâs been entirely steveâs fault. she hasnât said anything because she knows steve inside and out, but steve is really missing her right now.
heâs just about ready to pull on his shoes and pick up the phone to tell robin heâs on his way to get her when thereâs a knock at the door. half of him is confused, the other half is convinced it must be robin, having sensed his desire for her company. he stands and makes his way to the door, a half smile on his face as he swings it open for the third time tonight.
âlook, what happened before is not why i came here, so wait and just let me talk and then you can say whatever you want but if you donât let me just get this out, iâm never going to say it and i⌠you deserve to hear it so i need to say it, for real, right now,â eddieâs practically panting as he pushes past steve.
âum okay,â steve tries to get out but eddie glares at him.
âshut up, shut up for real, okay.â eddie crouches down in the foyer of steveâs house, his head in his hands between his knees. his voice comes out a little muffled, but steve can still hear him pretty clearly. âyou didnât ruin anything. you didnât. really. i ruined it. i ruined a really good thing.â
steve feels like his chest is being hollowed out but he bites his lip, desperate not to interrupt.
eddie groans and steve can see his fingers tense and release in his own hair. âyou were so sweet, on the couch. the last time.â he says it like steve couldâve forgotten and steve feels a blush rise on his cheeks. âyou⌠you looked so soft and gooey and hopeful and iâi fucked it up. because back when this whole thing started, it seemed like a miracle that youâd even look at me. like. youâre⌠you and iâm just me. what the fuck.â eddie laughs almost hysterically. steve feels his fingernails cutting into his own palms with how hard heâs trying to stay still and silent. eddie still hasnât looked up from where heâs holding himself tight. âand it kept happening and happening and happening and iâiâve never⌠iâve never.â
âoh,â steve canât help but breathe out in surprise.
eddie shakes his head a little, seems to forget himself and look up and then heâs just staring at steveâs face. he swallows again and steve can see his hands shake. âno, i mean, iâve⌠but never⌠more than once. never all the time.â now that eddieâs looked steve in the eyes, he canât seem to look away. his eyes look so huge and glassy from where he looks up at steve from his place on the floor. steve feels his heart clench. his fingertips ache. ânever like that.â steve nods. âand then you didnât leave. you didnât run or pretend it didnât happen. and you let me pretend it was something it wasnât, like we werenât⌠like it wasnât⌠important.â steveâs brows furrow in confusion. âbecause i was lying. obviously. of course i was. it wasnât casual. youâd never be casual. not for me.â
âi donâtââ steve suddenly canât breathe.
âwait. please.â eddieâs eyes go soft around the edges. âi fucked it up, stevie, because i was lying the whole time. and i thought you were just letting me lie because⌠i donât know. i donât know why, because i know it wasnât casual for you either. it was all over you. and that was really, really scary.â steve falls to his knees on the foyer tiles, vaguely aware of the dull ache, before sliding closer to where eddie is crouched. he whimpers, just a little, when eddie holds out his palm, presses it to the center of steveâs chest to keep him from getting too close. âhold on, baby, i just. i have to say it, please. gimme a second, iâm justâŚâ eddie gives his head another small shake, as if heâs trying to clear it. âiâm sorry, i guess, is what it really all comes down to. iâm sorry i let you think you werenât important. i only realized you didnât know that night on the couch and i⌠i guess i saw some plausible deniability. a way to walk away without getting, like, totally annihilated. and thatâs, you know. my whole issue.â eddie swallows again, hand fisting into the fabric of steveâs shirt. âi was scared. i ran. because⌠because i love you, stevie. i was falling in love with you this whole time and trying to act like i wasnât. because i was an idiot. and i couldnât be the one to break first. but what a stupid, fucked up way to think about it, huh? i love you, man, and you deserve to hear it and feel it and have it, is really what iâm trying to say. i just love you.â
somewhere in all of that, eddie had used his grip on steveâs shirt to pull him in closer so their noses are practically touching. steve can feel the prickle of tears in his own eyes, can feel eddieâs breath on his lips.
âyou love me?â even steve can hear how incredulous his own voice sounds.
eddie huffs out a laugh and steve can feel it on his skin. âyeah, dude. of course i do. how could i not?â
âdude,â steve repeats, cause like⌠really?
âis that all you have to say?â eddie slides his nose along steveâs, nuzzling, skin warm. steveâs eyelids go heavy.
âyou left me hanging for, like, a month, bro,â steve tries to joke, but his voice sounds too breathless.
âyeah,â eddie murmurs. âiâm so sorry, baby. can i kiss you?â
and all steve can do is nod.
~*~
the next morning, steve wakes up to soft sunlight filtering in through the blinds he forgot to close last night. he feels hazy, all syrupy and warm, before he bolts upright in his bed. or tries to. because just as heâs moving, he notices the heavy presence on his right arm.
âtoo early,â eddie groans, shuffling naked under the covers. âturn it off.â
âturn what off? the sun?â steve smiles as he turns to spoon his equally naked body behind eddie. he drops a kiss to eddieâs bare shoulder.
âmmhmm,â eddie hums, and steve can hear the smile in it.
âhey,â steve says, before they both fall back into sleep for a few more minutes. âi love you, too, by the way.â
âoh yeah, by the way?â eddie snorts.
âbetter than âi love you, dude.ââ
âoh, you think so?â eddie shifts in steveâs arms until heâs somehow gotten on top of steve, holding steveâs wrists above his head. steve canât help but thrust his hips upwards in eddieâs direction. âyeah, okay,â eddie concedes, breathless, grinding his own hips downward. âyouâre right. whatever you say, beautiful. canât argue with that. super compelling argument.â
steve has to kiss him just to shut him up.
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Tate Pines AUÂ
(aka Tater McGucket is an oops baby Fiddlestan kid)
Note: LONG POST. This is me hyper fixating on a brain worm because the Gravity Falls Fandom roared back to life. This is probably misspelled in a lot of areas, and not the clearest or most concise post because this is me rambling at 2 in the morning. Also the characters are maybe OOC. Also, this is written without accents because I'm not from the Midwest or southern United States.
In this AU/Scenario, Stan is a transgender man, and 'encountered' Fiddleford during his vagabond years. It was a heavily drunk/high one-night-stand, so they never properly met or even knew each others names. This happens after Ford graduating Backupsmore University, and for this scenario to work letâs say that Fiddleford went to BMU for his undergraduate program, but then went to the local university in Palo Alto for his graduate studies.
Years later, just like in the OG show Fiddleford is Stanford's research partner in Gravity Falls, and married to Emma-May Dixon; but they don't have any children together at this time, and they got together *after* his encounter with Stan. So this isn't an affair baby scenario.
Tatum "Tate" Pines is 5 years old, living on the road with his dad, currently staying in a motel but they're about to move into a real apartment for the first time ever because Tate needs to start school soon. Stan is still a drifter and a con man, but he recently came upon a large sum of money because Tate accurately guessed the lottery number for the state they were currently in.
Stan still receives a postcard from Gravity Falls that says "Please Come", and is allegedly sent from his estranged Twin who he hasn't seen in almost 12 years. But this is roughly a few months before it would have happened in-canon.
Given Stan's disownment, no one knows that he even has a son, not even Ma Pines. Not like he'd want them to know. Having his own son and loving him unconditionally made him realize that his own dad Filbrick was a monster, who he didn't need to prove himself to. But he still wants to reconcile with Ford, so he decides to go just like in canon.
This post card, however, wasn't sent by Ford. It was sent by Fiddleford, who was watching Ford spiral in real time and hoped that if anyone could convince Ford that he was acting crazy and unstable, it was his twin brother.
While Stanford doesn't greet Stanley with a crossbow like in the original because this is before the portal test with Fiddleford, he's definitely shocked to not just see Stanley there, but Stanley with a tiny gap-toothed child in tow.
Stan doesn't know that Ford wasn't expecting them, and excitedly introduces Ford to his nephew.
Ford: Stanley, are you sure this child is yours? Stan: ...Ford, did you forget we're not identical twins? Ford: ...Oh! Oh my, Stanley... Stan: *thinking* 'I don't know if I'm touched that you don't see me as anything other than a man... or insulted that you forgot something so fundamental about me'
Flabbergasted, Ford lets them both in; Fiddleford is welding something downstairs so he doesn't see or hear any of this. Ford plants Tate on the couch in front of the TV and practically drags Stan to the kitchen to talk to him privately; he's too surprised by Stan having a child to question why they were there in the first place.
Ford: Is there a... another parent..? Stan: ...It's just me and Tate. Always has been. Ford: How did...? Stan: I didn't plan a pregnancy... but I had no money for T-shots for months on end, and without the T, everything down stairs went to factory default. Ford: Do you know who it is? The father- I mean, the other father? Stan: Not exactly, some southern guy, don't think I ever got his name. Ford: What happened? Stan: Funny you should ask. (FLASHBACK) Fiddleford, high out of his mind: -and that's how I won a golden fiddle. Stan, drunk out of his mind: That's crazy, dude. *grabs him aggressively by the shirt collar to pull him close* Now shut up and fuck me until I can't walk. Fiddleford, horny out of his mind: Hoo-whee, well don't you diddly-darn mind if'n I do. (END) Ford: Stanley? Stan: Hmm? Ford: Are you okay? You just said 'its funny that you ask', and then stared off into space for 10 seconds. Stan: Let's just say I never touched tequila ever again.
Eventually, Fiddleford does come upstairs when he notices Ford didn't come back downstairs, and see's the brothers in the kitchen just as Ford asks Stan why he even came here.
Fiddleford admits it was him who sent the postcard, that someone needed to 'talk some sense' into Ford, and then introduces himself to Stan.
While Stan isn't perplexed by Fiddleford because he was too drunk to remember a face- Fiddleford, who has very good memory, immediately knows he met Stan somewhere, he just can't quite place where, when, or why.
Ford does show Stan the portal, saying it's his life's work and he'll need to test it soon, and casually asks Stan if he wants to stay and help. Before Fiddleford can protest that's a bad idea and Ford should just stop, Stan agrees because he wants to reconnect (and also keep a roof over Tate's head, what were the chances they'd win another lottery?), it did hurt his feelings that Stanford hadn't reached out out to him after all, but maybe they could work on that.
While Ford hasn't exactly forgiven Stanley for the science fair incident, he can't just let his brother, a single father be homeless with a five-year-old (Stan had to drop the lease with their intended apartment to come to Gravity Falls). And... well, Ford gets attached to Tate quite early:
Tate: ... *staring at him* Ford: Can I help you with something, Tatum? Tate: Uncle, is your name "Stanford"? Ford: Yes, but if you prefer you can call me Uncle Ford. Tate: Oh. Okay. It's funny, Stanford is my middle name. *later* Stan: Kiddo, why has your uncle been sobbing in his room for the past thirty minutes? Tate: *shrugs*
Not realizing the gravity (hehe) of the situation, Stan gets settled in the house and helps Ford and Fiddleford where he can (usually just moving heavy objects or punching paranormal creatures, or forcing Ford to shower). He does notice that Ford seems a bit... unhinged, and weirdly obsessed with some new geometry based religion, but people change after college right?
He does get unnerved by Fords weird episodes where his personality seems to shift and he goes into town to act like an absolute menace. Stan can't help but think that isn't Ford; its been years since he saw him but damnit he knew his brother and whatever entity possessed him just to slap a cops belly, *that* was not Ford. But Ford always brushed him off when he tried to bring it up, and one time 'Ford' even coldly reminded Stan that he could remove Stanley and his son from the home at any time if he wasn't going to be useful.
During this time, Stan and Fiddleford get to know each other, they get along quite well actually; Fiddleford is fond of little Tatum, who along with Stan enjoys listening to him play the banjo. One could say, given Fords obsession with his current passion project and prioritizing work over his relationships, that Stan and Fiddleford become close.Â
Fiddleford picks up, however... that little Tate is a genius. Although he's a quiet kid, he has an advanced vocabulary for his age. He's able to read and write at what must be a 2nd or 3rd grade level despite not even starting kindergarten yet, and... one time Fiddleford left an 8x8 cubiks cube unattended, and came back no more than five minutes later to see that Tate had already solved it. And Stan had told him that Tate has actively predicted lottery numbers before.
He brings it up with Stan, who admits that he already knows Tate is a genius, but he also knows what academic pressure and high expectations can do to someone (referring to Ford), and he just wants Tate to live life by his own terms, not let other people dictate that for him based on his IQ.
Fiddleford... also see's resemblances between himself and Tate. Sure, Tate has browner hair like Stan, but the wavier texture is just like his own. And while Stanley does have a prominent nose, it's not as prominent as Tates, which is much more similar to Fiddlefords.Â
Fiddleford begins to ask Stan about his past, specifically bringing up that he believes they may have met before.
Fiddleford: Say, Stan, did we meet before you moved here? You're so familiar to me. Stan: I wonder where you could have possibly seen my face before? *glances at the lab* Fiddleford: No. I feel like we've met before - you ever been to Palo Alto? Stan: That city in Cali? Yeah. I'd say about six years ago. I was just passing by, resupplying, and selling weed to college students. Fiddleford: You were a weed dealer? Stan: Among other things, yeah. California's *the* place to go to for weed. I don't do it anymore. Fiddleford: Did you... ever visit the university there? Stan: A couple times. Hated going there because it reminded me of... well, I think you know. Why? Fiddleford: I did my graduate studies there, maybe I met you there? Stan: You think so? I only saw buyers, did you buy weed from me? Fiddleford: No... I had a dealer, but it wasn't you. Stan: Other than that, I did get invited to a frat party once. Think they were called "SigEp" or something. Fiddleford: That's 'Sigma Phi Epsilon'. That was the fraternity I belonged to. Did I see you at that party? Stan: Probably - oh man that party was crazy. I made so many bad decisions that night. Fiddleford: Stanley... how old did you say your son was? Stan: Five, why? Fiddleford: ... Fiddleford: Stanley... *reaches out* Stan: *jerks back, before pointing away* Hey look over there, a distraction! Fiddleford: What- *looks away* Stan: *jumps out the window and makes a run for it*
Stan does not entertain any further discussions with Fiddleford about his past, and goes out of his way to keep Tate with him and away from Fiddleford. Given his criminal past, he's afraid that if Fiddleford is correct, he could make legal actions to take Tate away from him.
Fiddleford eventually goes to Ford about his suspicions.
Fiddleford: Stanford I'm going to tell you something, and I need you to promise you'll stay calm. Stanford: *doesn't look up from microscope* Are you going to tell me you suspect you're Tatum's father because you slept with my brother around the time he would have been concieved? Fiddleford: ... Stanford: Because you are. Fiddleford: What in tar- Stanford: *tosses a file folder towards Fiddleford* I have all of our DNA on file - Fiddleford: You do???? Stanford: Of course I do! I store the DNA profile of everyone who's entered my residence, just in case there's a shifter afoot. Comparing yours and Stanley's DNA to Tatum's, there is only a 0.001% chance that he isn't your biological child. Fiddleford: ... *speechless* Stanford: Congratulations, according to science you're a father.
Fiddleford does eventually manage to talk to Stan about it, and clear the air between them. Stan is apprehensive because Fiddleford is married, but he's at least relieved that Tate happened before Fiddleford was in a relationship with Emma-May. Stan allows Fiddleford to spend more time with Tate (supervised), but they agree Tate doesn't need to know just yet what Fiddleford is to him.
Fiddleford also holds back on telling his wife about Tate, he'd prefer to tell her face-to-face.
But then the portal test happens and Fiddleford gets a glimpse of the horrors beyond the portal, which traumatizes him just like in the original. This doesn't convince him to leave, because Ford is becoming dangerous and Fiddleford is worried about what would happen if Stan and Tate were left alone with him. He invents the memory gun, but holds up on using it on himself.
The relationship Ford has with both Stan and Fiddleford becomes more explosive. Stan and Fiddleford are both telling Ford that he's messing with forces beyond his control.
To get Fiddleford off of his back about the portals, Ford instead lashes out at him about something else.
Stanford: Fiddleford... you know you're my best friend right? Fiddleford: ...Of course. Stanford: Stanley and I don't have a good relationship... we haven't in a long time. *puts a hand on his shoulder* But don't you dare hurt my brother, or nephew. I don't care how strained things are between Stanley and myself, or how close you and I are... He's my brother, and I'll always protect him, even if it's from you. Fiddleford: Do you think I would try to steal Tatum, Stanford?! *Pushes him away* Also, if you're going to threaten me, you could at least not be such a hypocrite. Stanford: How dare- Fiddleford: You say you care about Stanley? That you'd protect him? He's been homeless for over a decade! You SAW him get kicked out of home when he was still a minor! He escaped three different prisons, had extremely shady black-market top-surgery, chewed his way out of the trunk of a car, and gave birth by himself in an alleyway! He had walking pneumonia for nearly a year straight and almost died from it because he had to choose between himself and Tate over who needed treatment more! But you didn't know any of that, did you? Because you don't talk to him or try to reach out. You still avoid him. You still treat him like he's your enemy. You're still resentful about that damn science project. You don't know him or what he went through. You didn't even want him here, I called him up here so maybe somebody could set you straight! Working with this portal, messing with these forces beyond comprehension and control- the only threat to Stan and our son is you! Ford: Get the hell out of my lab- and stay the hell away from my twin.
But this 'Mystery Trio'-esque era of their lives has a Bad End:
After Ford gets sucked into the portal the same way as he did in the original, Stanley decides to take over his identity; Fiddleford helps him with everything up until Stan fakes his own death.
As Tate's biological (other) father, and Stan having recently altered Tate's birth certificate to add Fiddleford, the boy is given to Fiddleford right away following Stan's 'death' and not put into foster care or an orphanage. This window of time is also when Fiddleford establishes the Society of The Blind Eye, but he chooses a leader after he founds it rather than leading it himself.
When Stan makes it clear he's going to dedicate himself to fixing the portal and bringing Ford back, Fiddleford makes a drastic decision.Â
Knowing what the portal obsession did to Stanford, Fiddleford doesn't want Tate to be around if- no, when, the same thing happens to Stan.Â
He uses the memory gun on Stan to make him forget about their son entirely. He does the same thing to Tate to make him forget about Stanley, legally changes his name to Tater McGucket, and takes him back to California with him.
He makes this decision because in this scenario he never used the memory gun on himself, so the memory of what's on the other side of the portal still haunts him, making him more desperate and callous, especially with a child involved.
It breaks his heart that he did this, but he doesn't want Tate to be dragged into Pines drama. He takes the boy home and tells his wife that he was conceived before they were together (looking at Tate's age, he was born at least a year before they started dating), and uses the news clipping about Stan's death to explain how he got custody without any trouble, and Emma-May adopts Tate. Tates memory gaps are excused by his young age, and the trauma of losing a parent at such a young age, so Fiddleford and Emma-May decide not to tell him about Stanley.
Stan forgets about both Tate and Fiddleford, but he has this deep sense of loss and betrayal that he can't place. He figures over the years that maybe it's just some of his feelings about Ford having gone through the portal...
Decades later, and after a divorce, Fiddleford moves back to Gravity Falls, bringing Tate with him so Tate can start his Bait and Tackle Shop somewhere quiet. Fiddleford is there to check up on the Society of the Blind Eye, and also to check on Stanley because he feels guilty about what he did. Although he knows that this is Stanley pretending to be Stanford, he says nothing to anybody about it, it's the least he could do.
When Stan see's Fiddleford again - he doesn't know why, because he's 'never met the guy', but just looking at his face pisses him off. And every time Stan see's Fiddleford from then on, whether its across the street or at the shops or what have you, he is openly hostile towards him even if he can't adequately explain why he feels this way about Fiddleford. Also strangely attracted to him, particularly his banjo playing, but its overshadowed by his hostility.
Stan meets Tate shortly after the Tate and Backles Bait and Tackle shop is opened... and he doesn't know why, but this young man he's never met makes him feel sad. But also... Relieved? Elated? Proud?? He comes by often, sometimes not even buying (or stealing) anything, he just chats with Tate (and Backle to a lesser degree).
Tate himself feels strangely fond of this frequent flier customer. Like he's met a dear old friend. He is awfully confused why Stan will sometimes call him 'Tatum', seemingly without noticing, and why he never feels like correcting him.Â
Fiddleford knows why, because he never erased his own memory, and he feels so guilty. But it's been 30 years, he can't say anything without ruining his relationship with Tate (which became strained after the divorce, which in this timeline happened maybe around Tate's late teen/early adult years).Â
One way that this whole thing can be revealed is when Dipper and Mabel deal with The Blind Eye society, they find two memory tubes, one labelled "Tatum S. Pines" and another labeled "Stan Pines" take it with them because it has their last name, and Grunkle Stans name, on them.
They play the one labeled Stan Pines at first, and realize it's Tates early childhood memories of Stan.
When they play the one labeled "Tatum S. Pines" they see it's all of Grunkle Stans memories of Tate, leading up to his confrontation with Fiddleford.
(MEMORY) Stan, backing up: Wait, what is that thing? Fiddleford, what are you doing with that?! Fiddleford, pointing the memory gun at him: I'm sorry Stan, I truly am. But I can't let you drag our son into this... I do care for you, and I wish things could have been different. But you're just like him! **BLAST** (END OF MEMORY)
This horrifies them, and they have a real moral conundrum of if they tell Stan and Tate, or if they keep it to themselves to keep the peace.Â
They deserve to know... but it'd be so painful. And this would take place before "The Tale of Two Stans" so they don't even know what Fiddleford was talking about to justify stealing Tate, or who 'him' is.
Eventually, it's Wendy and Soos who confront McGucket and tell him that he better be honest with Stan and Tate, or they're going to do it for him. That he's a selfish coward who ripped someone's young child from their arms.
Or, an alternative scenario; Fiddleford never stored those memories in the first place, or at least didn't store them with the Society of the Blind Eye, and it's Ford who brings this all up to Stan. Ford was already through the portal when Fiddleford decided that parental abduction was totally okay if there was amnesia involved.
Ford: Are these Tatum's children? *motioning to Dipper and Mabel*. Stan: They're Shermie's grandkids, and - who? Ford: ...Tatum? Tatum Stanford Pines? Your son. Stan: ...I don't- I don't have a son. *tears gathers in the corner of his eyes, but he either doesn't notice, or chooses to not react* And if I did, I wouldn't give him your name as a middle. Ford: Yes you do, and yes you did. You introduced us right before the portal incident. I even DNA-sequenced him to confirm that his other father was Fiddleford. Stan: WHAT? And- who?? Ford: Here, look *pulls up his DNA files from ones of his secret safes in the lab and shows it to Stanley, which not only has the DNA results but also pictures of Stanley, Fiddleford, and Tate from the time* Honestly Stanley, how could you forget a child you car-.
Ford realizes something is wrong when it's clear that Stanley is distressed, but also confused, like having a son is legitimately a surprise to him. He's so shocked he has to lie down for a bit. His eyes keep leaking tears but he doesn't know why 'Fords cruel and oddly elaborate joke' is making him so upset, because 'clearly it's not true'.
When Ford hears Fiddleford lives in Gravity Falls, he seeks him out and demands answers.
At first, Fiddleford tries to play it off like maybe Ford was remembering things wrong - but with enough pressure, and a ray gun pointed at his chest, Fiddleford finally comes clean. About what he did. Why he did it.
Ford is still angry at Stan for getting him trapped in the Nightmare Realm Multiverse for 30 years; and then stealing his name, identity, and house, but that's still his twin brother. And what Fiddleford did was to him was horrendous, especially after Stanford had already warned him years ago to not to hurt Stan or Tate. This was a crime against the whole Pines family.Â
So Ford beats him up. No, he doesn't kill or maim him, but he beats the living dog shit out of him until Fiddleford promises the glass tubes of Stan and Tate's memories in exchange for mercy.
Mabel, Dipper (and Soos/Wendy) are clearly confused (because they wouldn't have seen the memories in the "The Hall of the Forgotten"). Although, this whole revelation does bring Dipper closer to Stan, because Dipper had no idea he wasn't the only transgender person in the family.
Ford shows these memories to Stan first, who is going through all kinds of emotions especially after getting Ford back and their bitter reunion. This allows Ford and Stan to somewhat reconcile early; just like how Ford lost 30 years of his life to the portal, Stanley lost 30 years with his own son because of his conviction to fix it.
Ford also has to physically stop Stan from hunting down and murdering Fiddleford (who Stan only knew as McGucket up to this point) with his bare hands. Reminding him that it's more important that he reaches out to Tate.
But Stan is conflicted. He wants to be Tate's dad again but... Tate is in his mid-thirties, he doesn't need him like he did when he was 5. And Tate already has two loving parents, both of which don't have an extensive criminal record, and who provided him with a stable home, which Stan never did because they were homeless the whole time.
Does he really want to uproot Tate's life and/or peace of mind with a revelation this big? Â
This goes all the way to Weirdmageddon, where everyone gathers in the Mystery Shack for security; faced with a possible end of the world, Stan takes Tate to the side, dragging Fiddleford with them, and tells him the truth. Fiddleford confirms it all, ashamed and apologetic. Finally, they give Tate his memory tube, which he watches.
For a moment Stan and Fiddleford have a moment of solidarity; Stan can see that Fiddleford really did want to spare Tate from whatever unknown-at-the-time fate had befallen Stanford because of the portal.
Fiddleford finally faces his past mistakes, and apologizes for what he did. That what he did was wrong, and he can never make it up to them, but if they survive this maybe he could try to make things right.
This is their last family moment between the three of them pre memory-wipe.
The mind wipe thing still happens. Gravity Falls is saved. Mabel and Dipper manage to jog Stan's memory but there's no way to make him remember Tate - the glass memory tubes have already been used, and Stan didn't keep any photos from his homeless era because he couldn't afford it most of the time, and when he could he always managed to get kicked out of whatever state they were in before the photos were done developing.
Once again, Ford comes in clutch. Throughout his last journal, just like how he made entries about Fiddleford, he also made entries about Stan and Tate, including detailed sketches. How Tate liked to get into high places, exasperating Stanley who was afraid of heights. How Stan would take him to the woods to follow the creeks because Tate was intrigued by waterways. How Tate said so few words but Stan always seemed to know exactly what he wanted or needed at any given time. How Tate only liked eating the green M&M's but Stan was fine with it because he got to eat the rest.Â
Now while Stan's heartwarming memories of his son come back, so does his desire to break Fiddlefords neck.Â
Fiddleford still buys the Northwest Mansion and converts it to "McGucket's Hootenanny Hut", but because the Pines families are the heroes of Gravity Falls, they (Ford) manage to convince the local government to put Fiddleford on house arrest for an indeterminate amount of time as punishment for 30-something years of parental abduction and alienation (also the whole starting a Cult thing). Fiddleford accepts this, and Tate still lives with him.
Post memory-wipe Stan still reconciles with both of them, and his relationship with Fiddleford is... weird, but not entirely bad. It's like they're dating, but with a lot of emotional distance. Like, Stan still tells Ford he wants to murder him... but also tells him to never, ever, check their texting history.Â
Stan still goes to sail the world with Ford on the Stan O'War II. They do invite Tate, who declines because "He'd rather just live the simple life in Gravity Falls, and not get involved in whatever supernatural gobbledygook his dad and uncle are sure to get into".
And Stan is so proud of him... because just like he said thirty years, there's nothing he wanted more for Tate than to live his life by his own terms. He video chat's with him as often as he does with Dipper and Mabel.Â
Tate ends up keeping McGucket as his last name, but he changes his first and middle back to what it was originally.
And that's the end of this tale, thanks for sticking with me. Here's a passage where Ford teases Stan while they're on their sea adventure;
Ford: It was so sweet of you to give your son my name. Stan: Poindexter, I swear to Moses. Ford: Even after a decade apart. Admit it, you missed me so much. Stan: *rolls his eyes* Of course I did. Stan: Stan: But the real reason that's his middle name is because he was conceived at Stanford University. Ford: I- Ford: I really didn't want to know or think about that.
The End... Go home.
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loser abby chokes on air, almost drops her pencil, and crossword book on the floor when she notices you walking into the small cafĂŠ that sheâs always visiting, for the first time. a bright smile on your face that has her cheeks flushing crimson red under the dim lighting of the area she was sitting in, just because of how bright your smile was. her palms suddenly sweaty when youâre letting out a laugh. a laugh she wants to constantly hear.Â
the turtle neck sweater suddenly feels too tight around her neck, her blush deepening when youâre turning around, still laughing with your friends, and your eyes slowly trail around until theyâre landing on her. smiling softly when you spot her scrambling for her pen, looking away just as quick when sheâs realising you had just caught her staring shamelessly.Â
abby was quickly trying to act oblivious to your staring. if she could stare at you and blush whenever you find her looking, why canât you stare and smirk when she catches you watching? but it was slightly harder for her because she could feel your eyes burning into the side of her face. almost like you were trying to knock her glasses off just by looking at her.
she had barely even realized youâd grabbed your drink, and made your way over to the selection of books on the shelf when abby turned around, without seeming too shy this time or hiding it better, to look for you. only pouting as a result when she couldnât find you. had you left? why was she already wanting to fawn over you from a distance and never actually talk to you? was she scared? maybe. would she ever say anything to you unless you did? never.Â
it was cute. cute watching her look for you and she barely even knew your name.
simply unaware you were standing behind her, finding the whole interaction more adorable with a smile on your face when sheâs burying her face back into her book, or whatever it was that she was reading or doing.Â
taking a few steps forward, you couldnât help but wonder what she was doing. your interest peaking higher at the pretty blonde who suddenly gained your attention as you heard before you could see the pencil in her hand, tapping on the wooden table and a angry scoffed came from her.
your smile brightened a few seconds later at the simple realisation she liked to do puzzles, and was clearly seconds away from giving up.
âintrogressionâ you finally spoke up after watching her struggle for an extra few minutes on writing and erasing the incorrect answer.Â
the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, turning around on her chair quickly and regrettably knocking her knee on the table in the process when she found you, standing there with your head cocked to the side and chuckling. with a wince, she replied with a stammered, âwhat?â looking anywhere but at you.
âthe answer to your crossword question. what is a 13-letter word meaning entrance? itâs introgressionâ
âohâ
âmâsorry, youâve just been staring at it for a whileâ you chuckled, smiling down at her.
âit kinda slipped my mind i guess, but thank youâÂ
âyouâre welcomeâ you giggled, fumbling with your bracelet. âdo you do crosswords a lot?â
âuhm, sometimes? keeps my brain focusedâ abby nodded, nervously tucking a strand of loose hair behind her glasses, and pushing her glasses higher up on her nose. âsâtupid, i knowâ
âno, no. sânot stupid, itâs cuteâ you reassured her quickly, smirking at her sudden flushed cheeks. âi can help you finish it, if youâd like? no pressure, i just like crosswords tooâÂ
âyou uh, want toââ
âyes pretty girl, i want to crossword with youâÂ
âarenât you busy?âÂ
ânever too busy to talk to someone as handsome as you. oh and the crosswords too, obviously, i guessâÂ
abby couldn't stop blushing at your words while you placed your hot drink on the table, sitting down on the chair opposite her. âyouâre definitely here for the puzzleâ she giggled.
âand something else, but letâs finish this before we get to the details about our date, yeah?â
#loser!abby#abby anderson#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson drabble#abby anderson fluff#abby the last of us#abby anderson tlou2#abby tlou
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â bestfriend!heeseung, afab!reader, car sex, unprotected sex (consensual) + semi public sex, breeding kink, riding, possessive heeseung (kinda), cussing here and there, suggestive content under cut (mdni)
â c's note: hmmm, i feel like this is not good at all... but i really hope you enjoy it nonetheless | mlist!
heeseung who had been your best friend ever since you started your first day of middle school. heeseung who was there when you got your first period. heeseung who went through the numerous break ups and hook ups throughout your years in highschool. heeseung who was still by you now in college. heeseung who was jealous of them all.
how was he meant to not fall for you when you went to him first about everything? it hurt him in the gut when you'd ask him for advice about how to do a proper blowjob. why couldn't it be him? what was the difference?
yet there he was, giving you a ride back home after you called him to pick you up from a party. you didn't drink at all. you didn't think you needed to be drunk to have fun, which was one of the many things heeseung loved about you.
it is true that the blood in his veins boiled at the thought of others seeing you in that short skirt, but who was he to complain? nothing but your mere best friend. "had fun?" he asked. you shrugged. "it was okay, i guess."
he hummed softly, leaving the conversation there. he turned a corner â a little too hard â which caused you to grip the seatbealt tightly. heeseung, on the other hand, took this as an opportunity to lay his hand on your thigh. "sorry about that," he apologized and kept it there.
you could feel the blush on your cheeks. for some reason his hand felt nice and warm, almost way too comfortable. and for some odd reason, as if your hand had a mind of its own, you put it over his, slowly dragging it up more.
heeseung's breath got caught on his throat. he was driving, he had to pay attention to the road. but how could he? his mind was starting to go crazy. were you really doing this? right here, right now? there was no way his mind was letting him believe it. not until he saw it himself.
so he pulled over to the side of the road. he looked over at you with big doe eyes. his hand was gripping your thigh a lot harder, but not enough to hurt. it was evident he was confused yet excited. "it wouldn't hurt to try, right?" you asked.
it was the perfect green light for him. all the times he felt like a loser jerking off in his room after hanging out with you were thrown out the window. his lust took over him, and in one swift move, he was kissing you passionately. maybe it was time to accept your feelings. it was time to stop hiding.
his lips were hard yet sweet against yours. you could taste the flavor of gum he always chewed. his favorite. his hands were quick to unbuckle your seatbealt and put his own seat back. also unbuckling his own.
he pulled away, seeing you stare out the window in clear embarrassment. "come here," he said, patting his lap. the idea of being on top of heeseung made you clench over nothing. only in your wildest dreams did you ever think of this situation. maybe wishes do come true after all.
you gladly took the spot he was inviting you to take. your skirt rid up as you positioned yourself on top of his crotch. your panties were so thin you could feel the outline of his cock as if you were naked.
heeseung's hands were fast enough to greet your thighs again, rubbing them up and down. the gesture made you throw your head back, making heeseung's dick twitch under you. you were so goddamn beautiful. there was no way he would let this opportunity go.
"you're so fucking sexy... but you'd look even better bouncing on my cock."
"and what's stopping me?"
if the heeseung that realized he had feelings for his best friend for the first time heard of this, he'd call it bullshit. you were both desperate, trying to get to the deed as soon as possible in such a tiny place.
you positioned yourself so that your entrance was right on his tip, and you slid down carefuly, letting yourself and your best friend adjust to the feeling. "you feel so goddamn good. just as i expected."
he was quick to start rolling your own hips onto his shaft, sighing loudly at the feeling. "fuck... i might not be able to hold myself." you held onto his shoulders for dear life, resting your forehead there as well. once you felt ready enough, you started bouncing up and down.
heeseung kept grunting and groaning, music to your ears. not only was his voice beautiful when singing, but fuck did he make pretty noises when moaning. his left hand left your hip to pull your hair back. "let me look at that pretty face of yours."
not only did his words make it to your head, they also made it to your core. his adams apple was a lot more visible now. as if you had never rubbed your thighs while looking at it move as he spoke.
your movements started getting sloppy, which heeseung noticed fast enough. the hand on your hair was long gone, back to its original position on your hips, helping you bounce harder and faster on him. "go on pretty girl, cum all over me."
and you did. you let out all that was in you at that very moment. your moans were almost pornographich, making heeseung curse under his breath. "i- haagh- ah! i can't hold it." he said. you took his face in your hand, forcing him to look at you as your eyes started to tear up at the overestimulation. "cum in me heeseung... please!"
that was all he needed. fuck was it all he wanted. with one quick thrust up, he was releasing all of his seeds in you while also holding you down on him. the warm feeling made you cum a second time, plopping back on his shoulder. "you're so mine now. so so fucking mine."
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