#i hope the girls who were off yesterday are working today so i can tell them. this was for real some of the funniest shit ever
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mimiiiiiiiiisstuff · 9 hours ago
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"I bet on losing dogs"
ok this is like my first time actually writing anything EVER, and I don't know how to work tumblr or make this aesthetic so bare with me pls!! I keep seeing yandere batfam x neglected reader and I have had so many ideas so I'm giving this a shot! The reader is referred to with female pronouns but you can imagine it different if you want :) Reader is 2 years older than Damian and is 15 at the start of the story. Damian is 13. Dick is around 10 years older than reader, making him 25 right now. Jason is 8 years older than reader, making him 23. Tim is 2 years older than reader making him 17. Cass is 4 years older than reader and is 19. Stephanie is 3 years older than reader and is 18. Barbra is around 8 years older, making her 23! Bruce is around 35-40ish??? All just kinda guesses to make the plot and dynamics more clear, lmk if you have any questions!!
This is the prolouge and it kinda sucks so pls be nice. Hearts and comments are appreciated. If it's bad ignore it, english isn't my first language.
You couldn't understand it. You aren't a bad kid, so why were you treated like one? Why did your father treat you like the bane of his existence? Why did your older brothers see you as nothing more than dirt at the bottom of their shoes, a ghost in the manor, a blemish on their picture perfect family of misfits. You tried so so hard to fit in, to be part of the family. You wasted 11 YEARS of your life trying to get noticed, doing activities and hobbies you hated in the hopes of striking conversation with your "siblings". Batman, Bruce Wayne, your "father", ignored you no matter what. He ignored you like it was his job, from the day you came to the manor on your fourth birthday, your mother's death day, to today, your 15th birthday. You saved his life, his and all those other ungrateful losers who you used to call family. Yesterday, you put you life on the line for them, got bitten by that damn snake for them, and they ignored you and told you to walk it off while coddling the girl who suddenly appeared. Never again would you help them, nor would you brush off their mistreatment, not after this betrayal. Not after they took in another girl, a girl your age, the girl who took credit for your heroic act, the girl who bullied you for years at Gotham Prep, the girl who made your life living hell, and called HER family. They choose Tiffany Maverick to be their supposed savior, they would never believe you had the bravery to help them. They chose her to be Tiffany Wayne and scorned you.
You did nothing wrong, from the day you came to the manor you were perfect. Straight A's, no attitude, no complaints and no demands. All you did was try, try, try, and they never noticed.
Richard "The Dick" Grayson, as you and your friends call him, was the world's best big brother to everyone, except you of course! He was your first brother, he was the kid that Bruce Wayne actually wanted to take under his wing. You were 5 and he was 15, he was busy being Robin and then Nightwing. Alfred assured you that Dick adored you, you were his baby sister after all, he was just busy! In later years you realized he was only busy when it came to you. He made time for Damian no matter what, always attended Cassandra's ballet recitals, chatted with Tim and ruffled his hair, and he even dealt with Jason's snarky attitude and biting remarks. Yet, somehow when it came to you, he never had time. Always brushing you off with a shoulder pat and a "Maybe next time sweetheart!" and rolling his eyes when he thought you weren't looking. He's been making time for Tiffany or Tiffybear, as he loves to call her while pinching her cheeks and calling her his favorite little sister, "Don't tell Cass though!" he'll whisper to her. You don't even think he can remember your name. Or that once upon a time you were his "baby bird."
It makes you sick watching her take credit for everything, she's only been in the manor for 6 months and they've all given her more love than they have to you in the past 11 years. She took credit for all your awards, she told everyone she was top of your class, made them "homemade" cakes and muffins. It was all you. She stole everything.
Jason Todd, the red hood, was so mean to you. You used to admire him, looked up to him, and he took all your kind words and gestures for granted and spit them back in your face. Once upon a time, he was your favorite brother, you wanted to be as confident and unshakeable as him, it didn't matter how mean he was now because he was you brother and you loved him. The bond you had before his death was something you couldn't let go of, he was the only one who loved you. When he first came to the manor he was 12 and you came a couple months later. An adorable 4 year old who followed her favorite brother like a duckling. You were 7 when he died. You were 12 when he came back to haunt Bruce and Dick and Tim. You chased after him and tried to resurrect the bond you had for 3 long years. You gave up when you saw them. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw him and Tiffany sneaking out the manor on a school night, you almost threw up when you saw him strap her on his motorcycle and leave for hours. They came back with shit-eating grins and cupcakes for everyone from a 24hr bakery, everyone except you. The bakery you asked him to take you to months ago. Tiffany saw the tears in your eyes and your clenched fists and she laughed.
Timothy Drake-Wayne, you first saw him after Jason died. Tim, in your 10 year old mind, was trying to steal your dad. Bruce ignored you even more after Jason's death and shut everyone out. Your bond with Tim was non-existent no matter how hard you tried. After you realized he wasn't trying to replace Jason, and saw how he was helping your father heal in ways you couldn't, you tried to bond with him. You attempted to play his video games and ignored his complete disintrest in you and anything that had to do with you in hopes he might come to appreciate you. You brought him coffee after long patrols, asked him about his day, asked to meet his friends, you picked up all his hobbies like hacking, cooking, reading even martial arts and yet he ignored you. You tried to find him in hallways at school, only to be treated like a stranger when you found him. He was embarrassed that you were his sister. You were chubby and awkward and didn't have many friends, he didn't want his cool kid friends to know you were his sister. For 5 long years you chased after him, for 5 years you chased a ghost, and somehow Tiffany captured his attention using one of the gadget-thingys you made in hopes to impress him. She walks the hallways of Gotham Prep with him, a perfect sibling duo, he even had her lunch moved so she could sit with him and his friends. He wasn't embarrassed of her. You watched them get closer in 6 months than you have in 5 years. And it hurt.
But perhaps what hurt most is her newfound bond with Damian. Your baby brother. You tried the hardest with Damian, almost as hard as you tried with Bruce, and yet he chose her while all you got was a sword to your neck and sneers of disgust thrown your way. Damian moved in when you were 12. You were elated, if you couldn't have good older siblings, at least you could be one! That plan went to hell when you realized Damian saw you as less than him. No matter how hard you tried, returned your love with disgust. You tried to show him around school like you wished Tim did for you and he called you " A waste of space and Wayne DNA" and said that there was no way you were of "Wayne" blood and that your "whore of a mother" had to have deceived his father, in front of your two friends and half the school. You could've handled his cruel words if he didn't begin attempting to duel you to become your father's heir. About a year ago, when you tried to hug him he threw you down the stairs and you broke your ankle, you stopped trying with him after that. He was so possessive over Bruce and now that somehow transferred to Tiffany too. You'd feel bad for her if she wasn't eating his obsession with her up.
Barbra, Cassandra, and Stephanie were the "It girls." All practically sisters, they hung out almost everyday and had sleepovers every Friday. They giggled about boys, hook-ups, missions and bonded over everything. You wanted be one of them, you tried so hard to be cool, to be pretty, and they could only see your flaws. You curled your hair and did your nails in hope you would blend with them, you even attempted to be Batgirl at one point. You were quickly denied after Stephanie pointed out that you didn't have the right 'physique' for it. Barbra quickly agreed and said you weren't cut out for it, Cassandra simply looked you up and down. Thats why it hurt extra when they welcomed Tiffany with open arms. Suddenly, she could be Batgirl. She talked to them about boys and bonded with them over girl things. She stole your sisters.
You figured out Tiffany was a spy almost as soon as she came into the manor. Her apperance and ability to act like it was her who saved the Bats from the Joker and his new radioactive snake was not a coincidence, neither was her becoming a vigilante only two weeks after coming into the manor, and neither was you catching her walking out the Batcave with arms full of Batman's weapons and plans. You couldn't believe your luck and pulled out your phone to take a picture, too bad you left the flash on. Tiffany quickly noticed you and tried to explain that it was a misunderstanding when Bruce came into the hallway. You beamed at the sight of him and began to explain what you saw Tiffany doing, only Tiffany was faster. She was quick to blame you for everything, and Batman, the world's greatest detective believed her. She said that you bullied her at school and you were so jealous of her joining the family that you went to steal plans and took pictures to frame her. It was a shitty lie and somehow everyone believed it. You still remember the cold indifference on Bruce's face, the sadness on Alfred's, the look of pure delight on Damian's, the shock on Dick's, the interest on Tim's and the disappointment and disgust on Jason's. Something shifted in you that night. You didn't feel an overwhelming amount of love and longing when you looked at your family, you felt anger. Pure unadultered rage, rage at Bruce for never loving you, rage at Dick for being a liar, rage at Jason for throwing away your bond and cool indifference and disgust at the rest of them.
Maybe that's why your abilities finally formed. Maybe thats why the place the snake bit you that fateful night began to glow as you cried in your bathtub, after being scolded all night and getting body slammed by Damian for trying to "taint his dear sister's image". You had powers now, the agility of a snake, you could eject venom out of your fingertips, you could walk on walls, now you could prove them all wrong.
okayyyy yall this was the prolouge. Again this is my 1st attempt at writing so be nice. If enough people like this I'll put out part one. Hope yall enjoyed and lmk what you want to happen next in the comments!!!!!!!!!
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oddinary4bts · 6 months ago
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Chasing Cars | ch 12 (jjk)
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☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader
☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)
☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
☆warnings: jungkook is stubborn and it leads to some sort of miscommunication?, reader feels cheated on, alcohol, clubbing, cursing, promises to exes fuck everything up basically
☆word count: 7.3k
☆a/n: new week, new angst-filled chapter :') I hope you guys still love it :') thank you to @moonleeai for beta-ing, you're the best <3
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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol
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Saturday, May 4th  
You’ve barely slept. Whenever you close your eyes all you can picture is Jungkook and Gabrielle. Gabrielle and Jungkook. 
Just a friend from high school…
You don’t know why, but that lie is the one that hurts the most. Maybe because you thought he was opening up to you, telling you about his past, but he’d shrugged it off, lied about it like it was just second nature. It’s sour, bitter, and you think you might hate him for it.
You feel cheated on. You’re fully aware that you weren’t dating, that you were just a maybe, but you hate that it was taken from you just like that, in a stupid video call from your drunk brother…
It really does taste vile, bitter, sour, and everything in between.
Ria left earlier today. She had to work, but she told you to invite Yoongi or Nabi, to not isolate yourself. You don’t feel like seeing anyone - yes, you could be miserable with Yoongi, but you don’t want to hear the told you so that your friends will say in the aftermath of what happened last night.
Taehyung didn’t even text you once. You wonder if he saw you crying, before Ria hung up the call for you. If he did, you think he’s unbelievably cruel for not even texting you anything, but then again maybe that had been his plan all along. To show you Jungkook’s true nature, the one he’d hidden from you in the last few months.
Were there any other girls? If he’d so easily kissed his ex after just a few days in Paris, does that mean he might have easily done the same thing here, with other people?
You feel nauseous. Thinking about everything makes you feel nauseous.
As does the text that sits on your phone, sent early this morning, while you were in and out of your troubled sleep.
[4:23 am] JK: can we facetime tonight
You haven’t replied. You don’t even want to talk to him, or see his face. You don’t want those treacherous doe eyes to ever meet your gaze again and yet…
Yet you want some closure. You want to tell him off, to break him like he broke you, but that would be assuming he felt for you the way that you did. Which, you highly doubt since he kissed his ex like you’d never been in the picture to begin with.
You sigh, rubbing your face, trying to keep the tears in. They keep sneaking up on you, like you’re not done grieving for what could have been, and frankly, you don’t know if you’ll ever be. You reckon the first step in the right direction might be to seek that closure, to talk to him and be done with it, permanently.
You didn’t think there was a time when you’d have to be done with Jungkook. Everything that you were building, everything, now just rubbles that will slowly turn to dust.
And so you finally open your phone, heart squeezing uncomfortably as the conversation with him pops up. You ignore the texts from before yesterday night, those where you believed he was falling in love, too, and you reply,
[2:09 pm] You: sure at what time
You put your phone away after you press send, sighing deeply as if that might shake the weight of the world off your shoulders. You figure you should stop rotting in bed - it’s not like it’s helped make you feel better - and so you get up, heading to the kitchen.
You’re not hungry. You’re not hungry, but when you see the spicy ramyeon he bought to help train your spice tolerance, you can’t help but crave some. Because you don’t want to let him go, don’t want to let go of all of him. So you put some water on the stove, preparing the noodles as if that might change what happened last night.
It doesn’t. The only thing it does is make you realize that you’ve indeed improved your spice tolerance, as you eat and you barely even have to sniffle. It makes you sad, far too sad, because what was the point?
What was the point of developing a spice tolerance if you won’t eat with him anyway?
Tears pool in your eyes, and this time you don’t bother keeping them in. You let them flow freely, memories of him swirling in your mind. You think about every time he cooked for you - that first time on Valentine’s Day. You think about New York, about every night you’ve spent cuddled up in his arms.
There won’t be any new nights, any new memories. Everything that you and Jeon Jungkook once were is in the past now, to forever haunt you.
You push the noodles away. You’ve only eaten half of the bowl, but the thought of eating more makes you feel sick to your stomach. Instead, you drop your head on your arms on the table, body rocking with sobs.
You don’t even know why you’re crying so much. Why your body holds so much pain for what Jungkook did, when part of you had been expecting it all along. Yet you break and break, like you’re glass thrown from the roof of a building, exploding upon impact with the ground.
It takes a while before you stop crying, the post-tears clarity filling your brain. You straighten, wipe your cheeks and the snot on your upper lip, and then you get up. You throw away the rest of the noodles, and then walk back to your room, trying to hold onto the clarity. 
You slow down in front of Jungkook’s door, imagining him to be behind. To never have gone to Paris…
It only makes you want to cry again, but you’re done crying. 
You don’t want to be crying for someone that cheated on you.
You finally make it to your room. Your phone awaits you on the night table, face up to the ceiling so that you can see that Jungkook texted you multiple times. You steel yourself, grabbing your phone, and then read his texts.
[2:28 pm] JK: we’re at the restaurant rn [2:28 pm] JK: so maybe in an hour and a half? [2:29 pm] JK: we finally went to the catacombs today [2:29 pm] JK: you were right it’s hella creepy
It’s like he’s unaware that he broke your heart, that he destroyed the trust you had in him. It makes you think, did you imagine everything that happened yesterday?
Was it all just a nightmare?
You wish it was, but the tear stains on your sheets are proof enough that it truly happened.
[2:35 pm] You: call me whenever
You spend the next hour lying in bed, looking up at the ceiling, trying to chase him out of your thoughts. Trying to figure out what you’ll tell him: there’s no way you’ll pursue a relationship with him now that that happened. But maybe he’ll have an explanation, reassurance that not everything was a lie…
You don’t know if that would make you feel better. Maybe relieved in some way, yes, but the throbbing in your chest would likely not be lessened by such reassurance. You fear it’d be worse. It would mean losing something that was real, and you don’t know if you’d survive it.
When your phone finally rings, you consider not picking up. You consider ghosting him, disappearing from his life before he has the power to hurt you more, but you’re weak for him.
Far too weak, and you pick up after a few seconds.
He’s obviously called on Facetime, and the moment he comes into view, a soft smile on his lips, you feel like you’re breaking all over again.
The last time you saw those lips they were pressed against another girl’s mouth.
“Hey,” he greets you.
You can’t find it in you to speak around the lump in your throat, so you just offer him a tight-lipped smile. He frowns, eyebrows almost touching over his eyes.
“Is something wrong?”
Of course he’d notice, but… is he that oblivious? Anger cuts through the sadness, and you raise your eyebrows.
“Don’t you have something to tell me?” you ask.
His frown deepens. “I…” he trails off, and then something changes in his demeanour. The frown disappears, his lips part and his eyes widen, filling with fear. “You… Is this about Gabrielle?”
You laugh, so bitterly you taste it on your tongue. “Are you being serious?”
“Yes?” he lets out.
He looks terrified. It’s a strange sight, and it makes unease settle deep in your stomach.
“Tae called me last night,” you reveal.
“Oh.” He pulls on his piercings, eyes dropping. “Oh.”
“What the fuck was that, Jungkook?”
Your question strikes him deep. You see it in the way his shoulders drop, like he’s burdened with the weight of the world.
“Nothing happened,” he tries.
But he doesn’t meet your gaze.
“I saw you kissing her,” you spit. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”
“Peach…”
You scoff, yet the nickname brings tears to your eyes. “What the fuck was that?” you ask again, and you hate that your vision is turning blurry, hate the way that you are so completely, irreversibly weak for him.
“It really isn’t what you think it is,” he says.
“You spent the evening locked up in a room with her.”
He closes his eyes, and his phone shifts just enough so that you see his surroundings better. He’s in a park from the looks of it, much like he’d been when you’d facetimed on Wednesday.
“I promise it really isn’t what you think it is,” he insists. He meets your gaze, his big doe eyes so pained you almost want to believe him.
You sigh deeply, and a single tear falls on your cheek. You dry it with the back of your hand. “What was it then?”
A muscle feathers on his jaw as he clenches it, yet he remains silent. His lips stretch in a thin line, horror filling his gaze.
“I really thought…” 
You can’t finish the sentence. I really thought we’d work. You can’t finish it, as your heart breaks and breaks and breaks until you’re back to where you were last night, struggling to breathe as you’d watched him kissing her.
“I made a promise to her years ago,” he admits, his voice wobbly. “I can’t tell anyone, but I swear, peach, it’s not what you think it is. I’d never do that to you.”
“But you did!”
His mouth opens and closes a few times, like he wants to say something but can’t.
“I can’t…” you trail off because you don’t want to say it. 
You don’t want to be the one to kill the relationship when it hasn’t even started yet. Though you reckon he killed it when he kissed her.
“I can’t be with you,” you whisper, as if the words can’t be uttered aloud.
“Peach…”
“Stop calling me that,” you burst. “Stop fucking calling me that when you basically cheated.”
He frowns, his jaw clenching again. “We weren’t even exclusive.”
“Excuse me?”
Undiluted rage consumes every inch of your body, taking away the pain. All there is is the blaze of anger, and it burns and burns until you think you might turn to embers.
“I don’t know why I said that,” he immediately replies, eyes so wide he looks like a deer in headlights. He takes a deep breath and swallows as the movement of his Adam’s apple shows. “Please just trust me on this.”
“No, Jungkook,” you say. “I can’t trust you when it took you all of a few days with your ex to end up kissing her.” You close your eyes, shaking your head. “You told me Gabrielle was just a friend.”
“And she is!” he says. “She really is, peach. She’s nothing like you.”
“Why the fuck did you kiss her then?” you ask, blinking away tears the second you open your eyes again.
“She kissed me,” he answers. “She kissed me when Tae opened the door. I didn’t even know he was on the phone with you.”
“You’re aware that it sounds like lame-ass excuses?” You scoff, shaking your head again. “I can’t fucking believe you. I should have listened to Colton.”
You see the blow that it is to him. His waterline turns silver, and he clenches his jaw hard. His shoulders drop even more, and you think you hear the sound of breaking.
You doubt he deserves to be breaking over his own mistakes.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Peach, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you as soon as I’m home, and then we can…”
“There’s no we,” you interject. “There’s no we anymore.”
“Please.” He’s begging. You never thought you’d see a day when Jeon Jungkook would beg for you, and it hurts fiercely, replacing the anger.
You’re on a roller coaster, and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to get down. 
“What did you promise her, Kook?” you ask, your voice infinitesimally small.
He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I promised her I’d never tell anyone. So I can’t tell you.”
You’re crying again, though this time it sweeps in softly, gently. No rocking sobs, no shaking hands. Just tears, heavier than the sun, rolling down your cheeks.
“Then there is no we anymore,” you whisper.
Because you can’t be in the shadow of his ex. There can’t be secrets between the two of you - especially not when his parents want him to marry her.
“Peach, please.”
“Stop, Jungkook.” You shake your head as more tears spill from your eyes. “Stop.”
“But I can’t lose you,” he says, and you think you spy a tear on his cheek too.
It feels out of place, like it’s a waterfall in the desert, or maybe oxygen in space.
“I can’t be with someone who keeps secrets from me, Jungkook.” You pause, taking a deep breath in to give yourself courage.
“But it’s just…” he trails off, and you watch as defeat takes over him.
You wonder if he ever had to fight for anyone before. If he even has it in him to do it. Though you don’t think you’d want to be with him even if he fought for you. 
Not after last night.
“It really is nothing,” he finishes, though he sounds just as unconvinced as you are and that, most of all, tells you that it is truly over.
You and Jeon Jungkook weren’t meant to be together in this universe after all. You should have known - you saw the signs and chose to ignore them. Maybe because your pink-tinted glasses coloured the red in such a way that it became the most beautiful colour you’d ever seen.
But now that the glasses are gone, you think, were you just blindsided all along?
“Have fun on the rest of your trip, Jungkook,” you whisper.
“Peach…”
“Do not ever call me that again,” you say softly, but you mean it.
You can’t afford him calling you that.
He tries your name, but you shake your head no. He curses underneath his breath, clearly unaware that he did it loud enough for you to hear, and then says, “So that’s it?”
You shrug, like you don’t care at all when in reality it’s taking everything in you not to break down right now. “That’s it,” you confirm. “We don’t even have to tell Tae.”
He nods. “Okay.”
Okay.
Everything, crashing down into a single flat word. Everything, ending on a note of heartbreak that rings and rings in your head until you think you might go insane.
You should have known you weren’t the muse behind the song, behind the poem and the art. You’d always been meant to break away, weren’t you?
You don’t remember hanging up. All you remember is staring at your reflection on the screen, and the sound of your breaking heart in the background.
*****
The thing with the end, it’s that it never really is just the end. The end of something is the beginning of something else, and sometimes the new beginning is better, sometimes it’s worse.
You think beginning your life post-Jungkook in a club might be good. The distraction of the flashing lights, loud music and alcohol is an effective one, yet you know it for what it truly is: escapism.
You don’t know how Ria and Nabi convinced you. You do like clubbing, but Nabi hates it. So maybe it was the fact that she suggested it, that she said it’d be fun that made you want to go. You even invited Yoongi, but Yoongi said he wanted to have a night in, so it’s just you girls tonight, and you reckon it has to be enough.
You follow Nabi past the coat check, waiting for Ria as she drops off her own jacket. A few seconds later Ria meets with you, and she hooks arms with you both to head towards the bar.
“Let’s get some shots before we go dancing,” she suggests, almost screaming so that you can hear her over the sound of the music.
“Dancing?” Nabi lets out.
“What do you think clubbing is for?” Ria teases, and you offer a half-hearted smile at that.
In other circumstances you likely would have laughed, but a smile is a good start, no?
“I don’t know,” Nabi grumbles.
You reach the bar, and you stand behind a group of four guys who are also waiting for shots, or so it seems. You glance at them, and your gaze meets that of the one who’s leaning against the bar, looking your way. You politely smile out of reflex, looking away a second later as you try to focus on Ria and Nabi’s now surprisingly heated discussion about the pros and cons of clubbing.
You think clubbing is good. Clubbing is empty mind, busy body, and right now it’s all you need.
It’s all you need not to run back to the Facetime call this afternoon, and the finality of Jungkook’s path in your life.
You close your eyes, take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Though your heart is aching - it hasn’t stopped since this afternoon - you’ve been good at ignoring it. At pretending that you’re fine, that you didn’t lose something that mattered to you far more than you should have let it to begin with.
You don’t think Jungkook deserved the devotion you had for him. Not when lying to you, when refusing to tell you the whole truth is more important to him. And you’ve gone down a spiral after the call. Stalking Gabrielle on social media, understanding why he kissed her in the first place.
If you were even a little bit gay, you too would probably want to kiss her. She’s attractive, elegantly so, in the same way that all people who are born into old money are. She’s from the same universe as Jungkook, has a beautiful smile and striking green eyes that you can only envy. Her hair - somewhere between blonde and red - is also amazing, probably because she has the money to maintain a good hair care and skincare routine.
You do have your own skincare routine too, but nothing that having a lot of money can pay for.
“Hey, you girls want shots?” one of the guys says, mostly in your direction.
Maybe because Ria and Nabi are still bickering next to you.
“Huh…” you let out, heart momentarily stumbling in your chest as you look at Ria next to you.
You nudge her, and she finally acknowledges the guy, staring him up and down once before smiling her ‘I’m on a mission’ smile. It works right away: the guy smirks, extending a hand for her to shake.
“I’m Jacob.”
She unhooks her arms from yours and Nabi’s, shaking his hand. “Ria. And this is Y/n and Nabi.”
You nod your head and wave weakly in greetings, and Jacob mirrors the motion before setting his gaze on Ria again. 
“So, do you want them shots or not?” he asks.
She tilts her head to the side prettily. “Sure, we’ll take them.”
And that’s how you find yourself downing shots with guys that look straight out of a frat - Jacob, Chad, Elijah and Lucas. Lucas is the one who smiled at you earlier, and he easily finds his way to your side as you drink the shots.
After that first round, Lucas suggests a second one, and you all end up downing Jaggerbombs, the sweetness of the Red Bull contrasting the taste of the alcohol in just the right way. Ria suggests heading to the dancefloor next, and no amount of pleading gaze from you and Nabi makes her change her mind.
She truly is on a mission, and you think it might be partly because she needs to stop thinking about Seokjin. Not that you would ever tell it to her face though.
You end up dancing with Nabi, both of you slightly uncomfortable with the unknown males. In another world, you’d probably be dancing with Lucas, indulging in his company, but right now the last thing you want is to sidle close to a man.
Pretending isn’t making you forget how, just a little under a week ago, you were breathing Jungkook in like he could be the oxygen in your lungs. 
You tense. You fucking tense, and Nabi immediately notices, leaning in to say in your ear, “Everything okay?”
You shrug. “I’d do without the guys, but I guess it was to be expected with Ria in a club.”
Nabi winces, offering you an apologetic look. “Do you want to go?”
“No,” you say, shaking your head. You even snort at the way her features fall in disappointment. “Do you?”
“I don’t know,” she admits.
The song ends, blending into another one, and you pull her to the side as a girl walks behind her, parting your group.
“Do you want to go to the bathroom?” you suggest.
She pouts, looking up to the ceiling as if in deep thought, then nods her head enthusiastically. “Yup, let’s do that.”
You chuckle, and then you pull her towards Ria. Ria glares at you when you pull her away from Jacob, yet leans in when you make to speak to her.
“We’re going to the bathroom,” you tell her.
You don’t give her a choice. You grab her hand, pulling her behind you as Nabi leads the way to the bathroom. 
The music isn’t as loud in the hallway, the red lights giving Nabi’s white top a tint that makes it just a little creepy. There’s already a line, and you stand at the end of it, turning to face Ria.
“Can we do no guys tonight?” you ask her.
Her mouth falls open. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t even think-”
“Don’t worry about it,” you reassure her.
She still looks apologetic, and it lingers for longer than just the bathroom trip - you have to pull her in a dance after you’ve taken more shots for her to stop looking forlorn. She’s reluctant at first, pouting, and you pull her closer.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
“I’m really sorry,” she repeats. “I’m so dumb sometimes.”
You offer her a scolding look. “You’re not. Besides, it’s mostly for Nabi that I asked that.”
Ria glances towards Nabi, who’s dancing next to you but completely oblivious to the conversation. “Right.”
And that is that. Ria recovers her playful mood, and you dance and laugh and drink with your friends. You think Jungkook slips out of your thoughts on the fourth shot you down, and by the sixth, your mind is swimming in way too much drunk bliss to even feel the ache in your chest. It’s liberating - you feel like a bird who’s flying for the first time, and so you cling to the feeling as best as you can.
Nabi decides to leave before you and Ria, Namjoon picking her up on his way back from Yoongi’s place, where they apparently gamed together. You don’t care - you’re drunk enough to want to ride into the sunrise, to party until it’s light outside and the world has forgotten about your existence.
Luckily for you, Ria is one for such parties as well, and so you dance and dance and dance, taking another shot ten minutes after Nabi left. 
This time, when Ria pulls you back towards the group of guys, you follow her grudgingly. You even let the dancing tide push you closer to Lucas, who leans in and says, “Hey you”, in a way that makes you think maybe true solace lies in another person’s lips.
It’s early. Far too early. But you’re also far too drunk to care, and so when he pulls you closer to dance with him, you let him do so. You let him sway your hips to the music, let him lean his forehead against yours. Your eyes flutter shut, and you breathe in the same air, and the rhythm is everlasting.
You sigh in contentment. You’re back in New York, back at that DJ show you’d attended with Jungkook. It’s his hands you imagine on your hips, his breath that you breathe in, his sweaty forehead that rests against yours.
It’s him. Because it’ll always be him.
He kisses you, and you kiss him back, hands grabbing at his shirt. He kisses you all wrong - the lack of piercings a stark contrast to your usual.
It hurts. It hurts, and the hole in your chest gapes open wide.
You pull away from the kiss, eyes snapping open to see Lucas’s startled face. His eyes are brown, but they’re not Jungkook’s shade. And he doesn’t have that small scar on his left cheek, or the eyebrow piercing. He doesn’t have the mole under his mouth, or the doe eyes that you fell in love with.
“Shit,” you let out.
“Did I do something I shouldn’t?” Lucas asks, and he lets go of you immediately, as if you burn him.
“No,” you reassure him, yet panic is swelling in you, like the tide when the moon is high. “I just…” You shake your head, letting out a sound you know to be a broken sob. “Just got out of a relationship.”
“Babe,” Ria says from behind you, stepping in between you and Lucas. “Everything okay?”
“I want to go home,” you tell her.
She doesn’t know that you mean to him. She can’t know - you can’t even allow yourself to think so. Yet you can’t help it, the alcohol inhibiting the control you had on your emotions until you’re crying on the dancefloor, just a heartbroken twenty-something who might have flown too close to the sun.
“Please,” you add when she doesn’t react, just looks at your tears like they are foreign entities.
But then she snaps out of her drunken daze, and she pulls you away from the dancefloor, away from the reminders of Jungkook. She helps you get your coat while you sniffle to the side, your eyes red-rimmed. And then she helps you get into the Uber home, holding your hand all the way.
She walks you up to your apartment, but the second you’re inside Jungkook is everywhere, and you need the loneliness. You need to be alone, you need to be able to indulge one last time. So you reassure her, tell her that you’ll be fine, that you can hang out tomorrow, and then you push her out the door.
It takes you thirty minutes to shower and take your makeup off, and another five minutes trying to convince yourself that you should sleep in your bed.
You lose the fight, and you fall asleep in Jungkook’s bed, crying softly as his scent wraps around you like the embrace of a ghost gone too soon.
Tuesday, May 7th 
You’ve slept in Jungkook’s bed every day since Saturday, chasing him like you used to chase cars around his head. This morning, when you woke up, you made the bed, took one last look into this part of your life and then closed the door behind you like you’ll ever forget the hours you spent tangled up with him, fast asleep or losing yourself in him.
He’s coming back today. Taehyung is coming back today, and though you’d once wished for Tae’s return, now you’re dreading it. You don’t want to see him, don’t want to see Jungkook, or Jimin, or Sera, or even Ariane. 
You want to rewind time to the week before Jungkook left, but life doesn’t work that way, does it?
You finish work late, a while after they’ve returned from their trip. And maybe you sit in the car for a long time also, dreading the moment you’ll have to go in.
[2:39 pm] bröther👽: just landed [3:47 pm] bröther👽: it was a shitshow but we’re home [3:48 pm] bröther👽: ari is going to stay at ours for a few days [3:48 pm] bröther👽: we’re planning dinner? are tacos ok [4:31 pm] bröther👽: yeah so it’ll be tacos
You haven’t replied to any of the texts. You want to tell him that you’re good, that you’ll spend the evening locked up in your room anyway, but you can’t bring yourself to do so. In some twisted way, you want to see Jungkook, want to see if this is affecting him the same way that it’s affecting you.
You reckon that might make you a bad person.
You sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest. A car passes in the street, its headlights illuminating you for a few seconds before it’s gone, the dim neon light of the streetlights returning. 
You’re aware you can’t stay here forever. You have to go home, have to walk up the stairs and see Jungkook again. And so you take a deep breath, close your eyes for a few seconds so that you can steel yourself, and then you throw the car door open.
You can’t stop, can’t slow down. So you practically jog up the stairs after you’ve slammed the car door shut, locking it over your shoulder. And then you burst into the apartment, hands trembling as you still there to notice Taehyung and Ariane in the living room, lounging on the couch.
Jungkook’s bedroom door is closed, and you’re not sure if it’s a relief.
“Y/n!” Taehyung bursts, and he gets up from the couch to jog to you, immediately engulfing you in a bear hug.
You hug him back, fists closing around handfuls of his shirt, and you hide your face in his shoulder so that he can’t see the tears pricking at your eyes.
“Tae,” you whisper back. “How have you been?”
“Good,” he answers. “Happy to be back though.”
He pulls away, grabbing your purse from your hand so that he can drop it on the table by the door. You busy yourself with taking off your shoes, feeling shy under Ariane’s watchful gaze. She smiles at you when you look her way, and you smile back, offering her a small, polite nod. She gets up from the couch, walking your way so that Taehyung can properly introduce you.
She’s nice. She’s a warm person, and you feel the kindness oozing from her after just a few sentences exchanged. You know you’ll like her, and you’re relieved Taehyung finally found someone to make him forget his ex from high school.
As Ariane insists on cooking tacos for you all, you think she’s far better than Taehyung’s ex anyway. You do feel bad that she’s cooking at your apartment, but she says she loves cooking, and that you should just enjoy your brother’s return for now.
As she cooks, you and Taehyung sit at the table, telling each other stories from the last few months. Evidently you avoid mentioning Jungkook, instead focusing on what was going on in your friend group. Taehyung pulls Ariane into the conversation once in a while, and she admits she chose to do a semester in Paris because her grandfather was French, and he’s the one who chose her name.
It’s a comfortable conversation, a moment that almost makes you forget that Jungkook is hiding in his room, doing whatever it is that he’s doing. Thinking about him makes your heart strain in your chest, and you mindlessly massage the spot, as if that might chase the ache away.
What does help is when you decide to get up to actually help Ariane, and you take care of setting the table and preparing the lettuce. It busies your mind a little, and though you’re still speaking with Ariane and Taehyung, you manage not to let your thoughts wander back to a certain doe-eyed man.
You’re sitting down to eat when Taehyung finally mentions the elephant in the room, saying, “Should we ask JK if he wants anything?”
Ariane chuckles. “Feel free if you want to deal with him.”
You hope they don’t hear you gulp, and you innocently say, “What’s wrong with him?”
“He’s been weird for a few days,” Taehyung answers. “He’s been short with everyone, and he refuses to talk when we ask him what’s wrong.” Taehyung pauses, furrowing his brow. “Why?”
You shrug. “Just wondering.”
Can he hear your heart beating out of your chest? You definitely can, and it’s pumping in your ears, making you feel dizzy.
The knowledge that Jungkook hasn’t been doing well hurts far more than you expected it would. It’s like you just got stabbed right in the heart, and you’re bleeding out where you’re sitting at the table, on Taehyung’s left.
You avert your gaze, looking at the bowls on the table, eyes focusing on the steam rising from the cooked ground beef. You act like you don’t care - you grab a taco shell, and immediately start to prepare your meal, while a strange silence stretches. 
It’s uncomfortable, awkward, and Taehyung flees by getting up and heading to Jungkook’s room. You hear him knocking on the door, and you can’t help but strain your ears as you try to hear what they’re saying.
“You hungry?” Taehyung says after you’ve heard the door opening.
“Not really,” Jungkook replies, and hearing his voice is shattering, wrecking, like the car you were riding just smashed into a wall at full speed.
Your eyes fill with tears, which you furiously blink away hoping that Ariane doesn’t notice. She’s luckily looking towards the hallway though, and you successfully clear your gaze before she turns again.
“I think he’s upset because of Gaby,” she comments as she starts making her own taco. “He started being like this when she stopped hanging out with us.”
Right. Ariane is Gabrielle’s friend. Her best friend even, if what Taehyung said is true. 
You’re not so sure anymore if you’ll be able to get along with Ariane after all.
“Ah,” you flatly let out. “That sucks.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “He’ll get over it. Gaby said he’s the one that broke up with her anyway.”
You gulp around the lump in your throat, and though your hunger has entirely vanished, you bite into the taco so that you don’t have to talk.
It works, and you eat in silence as Taehyung walks back into the room, exchanging a knowing glance with Ariane. He sits back down between the two of you, and then he’s making his taco too, and though the atmosphere is awkward, you don’t have to partake in any more conversation.
You force yourself to eat a second taco, knowing Taehyung would tell you off if you don’t considering you usually eat at least three, if not more. It’s sickening, and you’re on your last bite when Jungkook appears in the door frame.
Your gazes immediately meet, and everything seems to stop around you, to disappear from existence. There’s just you and him, and you take in his dishevelled appearance, the dark circles under his eyes and the hollowness of his gaze.
All light has gone out from his eyes, replaced by shadows and darkness you recognize far too well.
They’re haunting your own eyes, too.
“I’m heading home for the summer,” he tells no one in particular, though his gaze doesn’t leave yours.
Like he’s trying to take everything in one last time, trying to commit you to memory like you’re doing with him right now.
Though you don’t want this to be a memory. You want to remember his lips on your skin and the light in his eyes and the way he’d always hold you close. You want to remember what it felt like to be his – or to believe you were. You don’t want any of the heartbreak, but it takes over everything, and your gaze drops to the table.
“What?” Taehyung lets out. “Right now?”
Jungkook nods. “My father needs help with his company.”
“We literally got home like six hours ago,” Taehyung points out. “Shouldn’t you get some sleep first?”
“I’m good,” Jungkook says. “It’s not that long of a drive.”
It actually is. It’s nearly four hours, and you highly doubt Jungkook’s father asked for help. Or maybe he did. Maybe Jungkook lied about his strained relationship with his family to get you to…
You stop the train of thoughts. He didn’t lie. You were there, and you saw it with your own two eyes. 
You force yourself to meet his gaze again - his eyes haven’t left you. He offers you the saddest smile you’ve ever seen on his lips, and his gaze fills with words unsaid. You can almost taste them on the sharp inhale of breath you take, and you want to tell him to stay.
You want to tell him that you’re in love with him. But it’s too little too late, and so you swallow the confession, shove it down until you can forget its existence.
He nods, like he knows then that you truly are over, and then he says, “I’ll see you guys soon.”
You watch him go - your heart goes with him, and you feel like you’ll cave in on the emptiness in your chest. 
Taehyung follows him to the door, leaving you alone with Ariane. This time, she doesn’t miss the agony on your features, and she asks, “Are you okay?”
You sit back in your chair, nodding once, yet you answer, “I don’t know, I feel sick.”
She offers you a kind smile. “You don’t need to eat anymore,” she reassures you. “You’ve worked all day, maybe you just need some rest.”
“Maybe,” you repeat flatly. “Let me just clean up the table.”
She stops you with a hand on your wrist. “Tae’s not done, I’ll get him to take care of it. Just go to bed.”
You nod curtly, and you hope she doesn’t see the silver lining your gaze, threatening to spill over. You do put your plate away in the sink, to be washed later, and then you head to your bedroom, seeking the cool reprieve of your own safe haven.
You can’t help yourself, glancing towards the door as you leave the kitchen. Jungkook is already outside, and Taehyung is speaking with him leaning against the door frame. You think it’s a relief you can’t see Jungkook from here - you’d probably have broken down right then and there, and you doubt you would have survived the embarrassment. 
You lean against the door of your bedroom once you’re finally in, and you take a deep breath, eyes fluttering shut. When Jungkook’s pained features appear behind your eyelids, you immediately open your eyes again.
There’s a box on your bed, next to a folded piece of paper. Curiosity replaces the agony in your chest momentarily…
Until you see your name on the folded piece of paper, and realize what this is.
Tears fill your eyes so quickly this time around that you can’t stop them, and they fall freely on your cheeks as you take a wobbly step forward. 
He’s left you a letter. And the box is clearly a jewelry box - there’s something so strange about the sight that it breaks your heart all over again, until the throbbing in your chest is so stark you barely can feel the paper as your hands reach for it, unfolding it carefully.
Your vision is blurry behind your tears, and as you see he’s written lines and lines of words for you, you let out a broken sob as you sit on your bed. 
It takes you five minutes before you’re actually able to read, and you read it so many times you think you know the letter by heart.
Hey peach, I know you asked me not to call you that. I promise this is the last time, and I’ll never bother you with that name again. I just didn’t know how to start this letter… I hope you’ve been doing okay. The last few days have been shit for me, and I feel really fucking guilty for everything. I wish it’d never happened, I wish I’d come home to you so that we could tell Taehyung about us… but as you said, there is no us anymore. Thank you for the few months we spent together. You taught me a lot about myself, and I really enjoyed spending time with you. I’ll look back fondly on the memories I have of us. I really want to apologize. For everything that I did. I wish I’d never gone to Paris. I’m sorry that I left, and that I let old promises to Gabrielle ruin what was between us. I’m sorry I wasn’t more upfront about how I felt for you too. It was all just so new to me, and I thought we had a long while ahead of us to figure everything out… I’m sorry that I was wrong. I don’t expect this letter to change anything. I just wanted to let you know how I feel, and I don’t think I would be able to speak to you face to face. Maybe that makes me a coward, but it is what it is. I got you a gift in Paris, before things went to hell. I couldn’t bring myself to return it or keep it, so I hope you enjoy it. You don’t have to keep it either, I just wanted you to still have it. Finally, I hope you have a nice summer. I hope you have fun, and I hope you find someone that treats you the way that you deserve. Someone Taehyung would approve of hopefully! You deserve it more than you can imagine. Take care, Jungkook
Your gaze is blurry behind the tears again, yet you manage to blink them away. You think, maybe you’ve run out of tears. Maybe you’ll go dry and desiccated like you died in the desert, and you think, maybe you deserve it.
You’ve never received a love letter. And though Jungkook didn’t confess, you feel like perhaps you’re holding his heart in your hands like he’s holding yours in his. Perhaps he did care for you, perhaps Gabrielle really was just a momentary mistake.
You take a deep breath in, and though it’s shaky, it does ease some ache in your heart. Not everything - the hole is still gaping wide open, and you reckon only time can fix it.
You put the letter down, picking up the jewelry box instead. Your hands are still trembling, yet you manage to open it to reveal a thin, shiny gold chain. The pendant that sits on the velvety cushion breaks you all over again, yet you don’t hesitate before putting it on.
Your fingers, suddenly steady, secure the necklace around your neck, and then your hand falls to the pendant. 
The peach sits light in your palm, a reminder of what your relationship with Jungkook should have been.
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Ahhh it’s finally done! This is my first ever fic so it’s a little clunky, but I hope you like it💕
Summary: BAU reader and Aaron are married. What happens when she wakes up in a different past than the one she knows?
A/N: for the sake of the story Aaron and Haley get divorced some time in early S2. Reader joins in S3 and her and Aaron start dating during beginning S4. If anyone’s curious it’s a friends to lovers where he’s already in love with her before they start dating. I might write that too if anyone’s interested. sorry if there’s any typos 🙇‍♀️ (girl dad Aaron inspired by all the Ellie Hotchner writing by @ssahotchnerr)
Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, ANGST lol, no happy ending (TBD I may write a part 2), no use of Y/N. My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation and it’s very evident here. Don’t come for me. SFW.
(Feel free to stop reading at the point where they fall asleep if you don’t want to read angst).
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Sunlight streams into the room, waking you up. You turn to the side to see Aaron already up, smiling. 
“Good morning, Mrs. Hotchner.”
You giggle. 
“Good morning, husband.”
His smile widens and he gives you a small kiss. It had been a little joke between you both on the day after your wedding, but it had stuck, becoming a part of your routine every morning. You both love it because it reminds each of you how happy you were on your wedding day, and how much you appreciate being in each others life. It’s been a year and a half since your wedding, and almost 4 years since you started dating. You move around each other seamlessly, every step of your morning routine in sync. You both brush your teeth and then he makes coffee while you make breakfast. Jack comes down the stairs and you all eat together. After breakfast, he will wash the dishes as you make sure Jack has everything for school. Today though, as you meet Aaron’s eyes over your coffee, you know he’s thinking of your last case, a family annihilator who targeted families as they ate together. You both had trouble sleeping after coming home last night, but as he squeezes your hand, you are profoundly grateful for the simple gift of being able to drink coffee in the morning with the love of your life. 
“I love you”, you whisper, not wanting to alert Jack to why you both look a little sad.
“I love you too”, he whispers back.
“I love you the most!”, Jack shouts and you both smile. The two of them argue about how each of you loves the other more as you finish breakfast. Aaron picks up Jack and you all end up in a big giggly hug. 
“How about we all agree that all of us love each other the most?”, he asks. Jack ponders for a moment.
“Okay”, he nods. “If you love me can I have ice cream?”
You burst into laughter as Aaron frowns, trying to hide his smile.
“Nice try buddy, but no ice cream before school.”
Jack pouts as you tell him to get his bag for school, but the ice cream is forgotten as you ask him some questions about his friends that he enthusiastically answers. He continues chattering on until he’s dropped off at school.
“Bye!”, he yells before running out of the car to meet his friends.
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You give each other a quick kiss while still in the Quantico parking lot. You’ve both agreed to keep things professional at work, including a rule about no PDA in the office. But yesterday’s case must have rattled Aaron more than you thought because he grabs your hand in the elevator and squeezes three times. I love you. You squeeze three times back, which is how the elevator opens to you holding hands smiling as you look into each others eyes. You hear a squeal and both startle, dropping your hands, but not before Penelope takes a photo. 
“I am making this your new computer background! I have a criminally small number of photos with you two. You’re so professional all the time, you wouldn’t even know that you’re together”, she pouts.
“Penelope you took like a hundred photos at our wedding”, you laugh.
“And there are rules about workplace conduct”, Aaron reminds, which causes her to blush. Derek walks past you three to whisk Penelope away.
“Leave mom and dad alone”, he whispers loudly while grinning, clearly meaning to let you both hear the office nickname for you two. You roll your eyes at him and smile at Aaron before heading to your desk, greeting the others good morning. You barely have a chance to sit down before JJ calls you all into the conference room for a briefing on a new case. You grab your go bag and head to the jet. The local police department has called you late and the unsub’s already starting to devolve, making mistakes everywhere and leading you all to finding him within a couple of hours after landing. He gets shot while getting apprehended which means there’s no interrogation either. You all pile back onto the jet, the pilot letting you know that you’ll be back at Quantico in an hour. It feels wrong to go home on time. For all that death to be part of a regular 9 to 5 work day. Catching the unsub is supposed to mean a success, but it’s tense on the jet. You’re still reeling at the attitude of the local police department. They were insistent to do what they could to keep the BAU off the case and made it clear you had only invited because they were forced to by the mayor. You wonder if they had called sooner, that maybe some of the victims would still be alive. If he wouldn’t have killed his last victim when the police had ignored your profile and approached him with force instead of sympathy as you had recommended. You’re pretty sure everyone on the plane is thinking it too. You lift your arm into the air and gently nudge Aaron’s up too. Spencer catches your eye and his arm is also already halfway up, knowing exactly what’s coming.
“Last one with their hand in the air buys the first round tonight”, you say and immediately everyone’s hands shoot up except Rossi, who looks mildly annoyed.
“I would have bought a round for everyone anyway”, he shrugs.
Emily scoffs. “Grandpa’s a sore loser”, she says under her breath which causes you all to crack up. The air immediately feels lighter and everyone starts joking again, debating the fairness of your hands up game. You grab Garcia before leaving Quantico and all head to the bar down the street. Her bubbly chatter makes everyone laugh and you can’t help but feel pleased. The job was tough mentally, and you always tried to make sure the team was doing well. Satisfied that everyone was cheerful again, you decide to leave after the first round, but Aaron pulls you to the dance floor before you can even order, which gets you grins from other members of the team. You laugh as he spins you around.
“Damn Hotch got moves”, Derek shouts.
“If my wife looked like that I’d beg her to dance with me too”, Emily smirks.
You ignore their teasing, swaying in Aaron’s arms and enjoying the scent of him mixed with his cologne and laundry detergent. It smells like home. He kisses your forehead, finding comfort in the smell of your shampoo, and the soothing feeling of your body against his. 
“Everyone’s in a better mood because of you. Thank you for doing this”, he says into your hair.
You shrug. “Everyone needed this, including me. It’s not a big deal, I like it when everyone’s happy. It makes me happy.”
He gazes at you in rapture before leaning down to take your lips with his, kissing you breathless. You’re a little dazed when you both pull apart.
“What was that for Mr. Hotchner?”, you grin. 
You think you could get drunk on the way he looks at you.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much”, he says softly.
You feel a little prickle of tears. “I love you too. I don’t know what I’d do without you either, so you’re stuck with me forever”, you joke, causing him to smile.
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
He leaves a kiss on your neck and you breathe out a sigh.
“Want to get out of here?”
“Trying to take advantage of me Mrs. Hotchner?”, he teases.
“Yes”, you giggle.
“Thank God”, he grins, pulling you towards the door.
“We’re going home!”, you wave at everyone who waves back, giving you both knowing smirks.
“Use protection!”, Emily yells, which earns her an eye roll from you. 
You walk over to your car and Aaron puts an arm around your waist.
“A little late for that”, he smiles.
You nudge his shoulder. “Did you only dance with me so I wouldn’t have to explain why I couldn’t drink?”
He gives you a little smile. “I danced with you because you’re beautiful. The fact that you asked me to help you keep it a secret was a fun bonus”.
The second you had seen the pregnancy stick change colour, Aaron had covered you in kisses. You were both elated. But telling people you were pregnant meant you would have to sit out from field work for a while and you loved your job. Aaron had been against it at first, worried about your safety, but you had come to an agreement that you would stop when you were ready, as long as you promised to take it easy. So you were keeping it a secret. But you both wanted to tell people.
“I think we should tell them soon”, you say. “At the rate she’s growing, people are going to figure it out anyway”
Aaron looks at you excitedly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah”.
He interlaces his fingers with yours and you drive home with you hands in each others.
When you get home you thank Jessica for watching Jack. He’s excited that you’re both home early enough to tuck him into bed, but he’s tired and his eyes are fighting to stay open.
“Good night Jack, I love you”, you whisper, kissing his forehead.
“I love you mommy”, he mumbles.
Then he hugs your stomach.
“I love you, baby”, he says.
You and Aaron melt, trying not to tear up. You were worried when you had first found out about your pregnancy, not wanting Jack to feel left out, but he had been so excited at the thought of having a sibling. After finding out that the baby could hear him, he had been chatting to her all the time. He was going to be a great big brother.
“I love you too daddy”, he says.
Aaron chuckles. “Love you buddy. Time to sleep.”
Jack nods off and you both quietly tiptoe out of his room. 
You get into bed and Aaron immediately puts him arms around you, pulling you to him. 
“How come he says I love you to you and the baby before me?”, he teases, rubbing his hand on your back.
“I guess he loves us more”, you joke. Aaron moves around so his face is near your stomach. 
“Hey sweetheart, your mom and Jack are teaming up against me. I’ll give you anything you want so promise me you’ll say Dad first instead of Mom or Jack when you come out okay?”
You smack his arm lightly.
“Stop bribing our daughter. And she’s going to say Mom first, right honey?”
Aaron smiles into your pyjamas. “It’s okay. I understand. I love your mom the most too”.
You pull him back up and rest your head on his shoulder.
“I can’t wait to meet her”, you whisper.
“If she’s anything like you, she’s going to be perfect”, he says.
“I hope she’s like you”, you tell him sincerely. You’d be lucky if your daughter was anything like her father. “I love you”.
You lie in each others arms, the last words you hear before falling asleep are a murmur of ‘I love you more’.
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You wake up to the smell of pancakes. You smile, remembering you had told Aaron in the car last night that you wanted to eat some. You try to blink the fatigue out of your eyes and move towards the door. You recall a dream about him from last night that comes to you in flashes. It’s fuzzy, and you’re sleepy, which is why you don’t notice anything wrong until you step out and see the kitchen. Not your kitchen. And not Aaron in it. A smiling face startles you awake.
“Emily?”
“You woke up! I made pancakes, come have some”.
You stare at her. “When did I get here?”
She laughs. “You’ve been living here for like 2 weeks.”
What? “Seriously, how did I get here?”.
Her smile fades at the confusion on your face.
“You don’t remember?”
You shake your head and her brows immediately furrow in concern.
“You told me you were cleared for a concussion”, she mutters, sounding a little angry.
“Concussion?”
She forces you to sit down, frantically turning off the stove and grabbing you both coats. “Ok, we’re going to the hospital. I can’t believe you lied to me.” 
Lied? What the hell was going on?
“What? How would I have a concussion? Why am I in your apartment? Where’s Aaron?”, you ask, slightly panicked at this point.
Your words make her go still. She stares at you for a moment, but before you can say anything else, she grabs her car keys and starts pushing you out the door. She promises to explain later and, despite your protests, manages to get you in the car. She sets up the GPS and starts driving.
“Okay how much do you remember?”, she asks worriedly.
“I remember we went for drinks last night after the case, then we went home and went to bed. Why am I in your apartment? Why would I have a concussion?”.
She grips the steering wheel a little tighter and speeds up. You grip your seatbelt.
“Oh my God, Emily slow down”, you yelp.
She ignores you and pulls into the hospital parking lot, dragging you towards the ER. She flashes her badge at a nurse.
“Emily Prentiss, FBI.” She gestures at you. “She’s an agent. She hit her head yesterday and now she’s having memory problems. I think she has a concussion.” 
The nurse nods and asks you both to wait a moment. She gives you a form to fill out and Emily takes it. You look at her, exasperated.
“What’s going on?”
She looks tired. “We didn’t go out for drinks yesterday. You hit your head taking down an unsub. You told me you were cleared by the EMT, and you’ve been staying at my apartment since…”, she looks pained. “… for about 2 weeks because you’ve been a little… reckless lately.”
“Reckless?” If anything you’ve been more careful because you’re scared you might hurt the baby. “I’m not reckless.”
Emily stares at you in disbelief.
“You walked into a dangerous situation without backup. Look, I know things have been hard with Hotch-“
“What?” Why would things be hard with Aaron? “Aaron knows I wouldn’t do anything unnecessarily”, you tell her. 
Her eyes cloud in sympathy and you stare back, confused. Ok, well Aaron would be upset if you had stormed in without backup. But he knew you were capable and even mad, would still respect your decision. Right? You’re about to start interrogating her for answers when a voice interrupts you.
“Emily?”
You look up and all the blood drains from your face. You’re thankful you’re sitting down because you’re certain you would have fallen over. Emily squeezes your hand before standing up and greeting the owner of the voice.
“Hi, Haley, what are you doing here?”
You try not to look like you were seeing a ghost. Standing in front of you was a woman that was supposed to be dead, except she was very much alive. And also staring at you. She gives you a wave. Your brain somehow sends a signal to your arm to do the same.
“I just finished a checkup. I’m about to leave”, she says.
The two chat a little before Haley is called away by a nurse. You stare at the back of her head until she disappears. 
“You okay?”, Emily asks quietly.
You don’t even know how to answer. You glance down at the form Emily had left on her seat and blanch at the numbers on the top.
“Emily, what day is it?”
She looks at you worried.
“Wednesday.”
“The date. The full date”, you croak.
“Wednesday, 16th December 2009.”
You grip the chair. No. It was 2012. 16th December 2012.
“What day do you think it is?”, she asks softly. 
 You close your eyes and take a deep breath. It’s a prank. Some kind of prank. But you open your eyes and Emily is still staring at you. And suddenly your dream from last night comes back to you. You in Aaron’s driveway picking up some pictures from his old house to use for a surprise. Seeing Foyet walk in with Haley and Jack. Sneaking into the house and waiting for Jack to leave and shooting Foyet. Haley screaming as his blood splattered all over her. You silent as you watch the life leave his eyes. Aaron running in, hugging Jack and consoling Haley as she cried. Them leaving together. Him being on leave to spend time with them and you giving him space. Him bumping into you at a coffee shop after not speaking to you for 3 weeks. You running into the building with a deranged unsub without backup a few hours later. You feel it all like you were there. Not a dream, but memories. Each one filling you with agony and dread. You feel sick. You need to see Aaron.
“I have to go”, you tell Emily. She protests, telling you you need to get checked out, but she can tell from the haunted look in your eyes that you remember everything now. She nods, helping you to catch a taxi. You’re on autopilot as you give the driver the address to Aaron’s old apartment. The ride is a blur and you barely remember being in the elevator or knocking his door. You’re in a haze until he opens the door. The immediate guilt in his eyes and the sinking feeling in your stomach is sickeningly real.
“I need to talk to you”, you say, your voice shaking. He stares at you before opening the door wider, letting you in. You move towards the sofa but neither of you sit. Silence stretches out between the two of you. You need to say something. You need him to tell you this isn’t real. But you don’t know how to behave, how to be around this version of him that isn’t your husband. What do you say to the man who doesn’t know he was the father of a child that doesn’t even exist? He runs a hand through his hair and looks down at his feet. You continue to stare at the empty space beside his head. Before you had moved into your house, there used to be a picture hanging there of you, him and Jack. Now it’s just a blank wall. He breaks the silence first.
“They’ve offered me retirement.”
Your Aaron hadn’t told you like this. He had told you he was coming back. You suppose there’s only one reason he would tell you.
“You’re going to take it.”
It’s supposed to be a question, but you know him too well.
“I have to. For them.”
Every moment of what was supposed to be the rest of your life dies before your eyes. You’ll never have your sleepy good mornings. Never hear him call you his wife, never get married. Never hear Jack calling you mom, never sit down and eat with your family. They weren’t your family anymore, you remember. They were Haley’s. You want to scream. At the universe? At him?
He just thinks he’s breaking up with his girlfriend, you tell yourself. That the Aaron in front of you has barely even been in love with you for a year. He doesn’t know that he has any memories of your life together to miss. But he must see the devastation in your face because you see the shame etched in his. You watch his heart breaking at the thought of hurting you. As he sheds a tear, you instinctively bring your hand to his cheek, wiping it away with your thumb. He rests his forehead on your shoulder and you move your hand to the back of his head.
“I don’t know what to do”, he says, his voice breaking.
You feel your own tears fall down your face, warm. He doesn’t see them.
“You do”, you whisper back.
You know. That he loves Haley, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. That he loves you, but he wants to be a good father more. That their marriage had really only ended because of his job. You also know that you refuse to be with him if he’s in love with someone else. That you won’t be the reason Jack can’t have both his parents happily married under one roof. That Aaron deserves happiness with the love of his life, even if it’s not you. So you take a step towards him and allow yourself the comfort of being held by him one last time. You bury your face into his neck, and breathe him in. The feeling of his arms wrapped around you, and his smell, the two things that were once your greatest solace would now be the two things you would always wish you could forget. You want to stay here forever, to pretend that this was still the Aaron who loved you. But you put your hands on his chest, pushing your face away from the crook of his neck to look at him. You wonder if he remembers your life together - the future you would have had. If he knows there is a girl neither of you will ever meet. But he doesn’t look at you the way he used to. You feel, with a mournful certainty, that those memories are yours to die with. He presses his lips together, trying to blink his tears away. They fall anyway. You smile at the man who isn’t yours anymore.
“You love her”.
His whole body hurts at the certainty in your tone. Its agonising finality.
“I’m sorry”, he murmurs. You wonder what it means that you hope he doesn’t blame himself for your heart breaking. To you it just feels like pain.
“I know”. 
Your lips touch his in a farewell, the ghosts of a thousand kisses never to be dying between them. The words exchanged between two lovers from a lifetime ago feel heavy on your tongue. He would never hear you say them and you would never hear it back.
I love you.
“Goodbye, Aaron”.
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fin.
thank you for reading :)
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cyberkitty1 · 2 years ago
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pt 2/2 of the crybaby reader x earth42 Miles Morales
MAJOR MAJOR spoilers!! read with caution.
i said tomorrow night but I worked my butt off to get it done today!!
Aaron makes his way to Miles and room not even bothering to knock, I mean why would he? He just watched his nephew make his own girlfriend who would do anything for him cry. He was beyond furious.
“So now we are just going around making people cry?” Miles smirks at him “man I am literally the prowler? all i make people do is cry and beg for their life” he says almost laughing.
Aaron sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.” you are not supposed to let your job interfere with your normal life, you know that. Now you’re chasing your girl, the girl your supposed to love away? are you serious?”
Miles looks at him annoyed “ why wouls you care all she ever does is cry, shes happy she cries, shes mad she cries, shes sad she cries, man even when shes bored she cries. its annoying” he says holding his face in his hands.
Aaron walks to the bed and sits next to him. He’s never been put in this situation so he doesn’t know what to say. “ you’re dad was a lot better doing this than i ever was.” Miles visibly stiffens, this was the first time he’s brought up his dad since his funeral.
“ Miles I know you have been through a lot, more then i ever will but that doesn’t give you a reason to act that way towards her, she only wants whats best for you and she loves you with everything shes got. I would kill for a person like that to be in my life. I know you reacted like this because you feel you don’t have anyone to talk to but i’m always here man you know this.”
He wrapped an arm around his shoulder.” So don’t be taken your anger out on your girl she just loves you ok?” Miles sighs realizing, he was way to harsh in you you shouldn’t have been ignoring you and now he feels like a fool.
“ Yea, ill talk to her tomorrow” Aaron smiles, “ good I don’t need the only person who can get you to open up gone, now do i?” he says laughing a bit.
* Next Morning *
You didnt get a wink of sleep that night you where thinking about all the things you could have done to upset him that much. You werent mad just confused, confused as to why he would react that way. Of course you will still love him but this still hurt.
You were lost in thought when you realize someone texted you, it was Miles? You wasted no time to open it.
miles. can you come over later today?
you. yea
miles. dress comfortable
you were nervous, was he breaking up with you? You had no idea what to expect with how you guys left everything yesterday there was many directions this could go.
Hours later ( im lazy )
You got ready and made your way over to his place. Knocking on the door he answered “hola cariño ven conmigo” he helped you in with a warm smile taking your hand. Shutting the door behind you he led you into his bedroom sitting you down on his bed. He stood looking at you kind of nervous? he started:
“Voy a decir esto en español para que todo salga bien. Te amo mucho y siento mucho haberte tratado de una manera que nunca te mereces. Lamento haberte hecho llorar y haberte hecho sentir que hiciste algo mal. Todo lo que haces es amarme y tratarme bien, pero yo te traté como si no me importara. Y por eso lo siento mucho y espero que lo encuentres en tu corazón para perdonarme.”
(I'm going to say this in Spanish so that everything goes well. I love you very much and I am so sorry that I treated you in a way that you never deserve. I'm sorry I made you cry and made you feel like you did something wrong. All you do is love me and treat me right, but I treated you like I didn't care. And for that I am very sorry and I hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me.)
You waited and listened to him through and through and when he was done you spoke. “ Miles I will forever love you, you know that. I know that you are going through something but why didn’t you tell me? why don’t you talk to me? why wont you let me in?” you said holding his hands.
“No quería que pensaras menos en mí, que me consideraras débil.” You look at him sympathetically “ Miles I would never, never ever think of you as weak ok? Whenever you need me I will be there with you, I love you miles so much.” and with that, you were crying.
(“I didn't want you to think less of me, to consider me weak.”)
“mi princesa por favor no llores odio cuando lloras” he said wiping your tears away “ I know and i’m sorry that i’m always crying about everything i know it annoys you” you say sniffling. He feeling you pulling at his heart strings, feeling the worse he has felt since his father’s passing.
("My princess please don't cry I hate when you cry"’)
“ahora me tienes a punto de llorar mami, te quiero mucho y me arrepiento de haberte dicho que te encontré una llorona. Nunca debí haberte dicho eso, eres mi todo, ¿lo sabías? Debería disculparme contigo, lamento haberte tratado de esa manera, ¿me perdonarías?” He said with tears in his eyes.
(“Now you have me about to cry mommy, I love you very much and I regret having told you that I found you a crybaby. I never should have told you that, you are my everything, you know that? I should apologize to you, I'm sorry I treated you that way, would you forgive me?")
You held his face looking into his eyes with so much adoration. “ Miles I will forever love you, I forgive you, I will forgive you ten times over.” You said resting your head on his. After a few minutes he wipes his tears saying “ I forgot I wanted you to watch a movie with me if you forgave me.” You smile at him giving him a kiss.
“ Thank you Miles,i appreciate it all.” he sighs “ Ma, stop saying stuff like that I need to be saying sorry to you” he says looking you in your eyes.
And with that he sits on his bed back against the headboard with you tucked into his side, eating snacks and watching your favorite movies.
( this or this )
He suddenly turns to you and says “te amo mas que la cantidad de estrellas en el cielo” he says looking into your eyes. You turn to him resting your hand ok his face, hearing your voice that sounds like honey.
("I love you more than the number of stars in the sky")
“yo tambien te amo mi principe”
( "I love you too my prince")
Part 3 of the earth 42 Miles spoiling you will be done as soon as I can 🙏🏾
A/n: overlook the fact that i spelt honey as hunny 😔 ( its changed now)
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drunkonh20 · 4 months ago
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Winning Hearts in the Ring.
A/N: yours truly is back, i'm working and my shifts are pure shit, but imma make up for it folks.
modern day AU boxer Sevika, because we all want to see that, and thanks for my special anon for this request i hope i did you justice.
"C'mon Y/N it's gonna be fun, you promised you would come with me!!" Your friend whined as she takes your arm and shakes you gently. It is begining of autumn and your collage started which means s lot of studying because you are a third year of medical school and your intership starts as well, both for you and your friend actually. You two first met at the first day of classes, funny thing is you two are from the same town but never actually spoke until you two started collage. You first spoke only because you bumped into eachother while looking for your classroom. You remember it like it was yesterday.
"Y/N if you don't hurry up and find this damn classroom Mrs. Jackmann is gonna kill you." You thought to yourself as you were running up and down the hallways. Rushing and carrying your books at the same time because you, sadly, slept in this morning and forgot to pack your backpack. As you were right behing the corner you bumped into someone. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry!" You look up and see a blonde girl with such a soft face. "It's fine don't worry, I should be careful, it's just that if i don't find this class Mrs. Jacks-" "Mrs. Jackmann will kill me." You and the blond girl look at each other and started laughing. It was like fate, the universe wanted you two to become friends. "I'm Sonya, pleased to meet you fellow nurse." She puts her hand infront of you and you glady accept the greeting. "And I'm Y/N fellow colleague." You smile warmly at her. At that moment you knew you found your best friend and your soul sister.
"Pleeaseee I am begging you, I will go on my knees if I have to."
Sonya said as she was slowly getting on her knees beside you. "You can be a pain in my ass Sonya." You laugh as you typed into your laptop. You promised to go with her on a boxing match that is gonna be in a few days in the city. Sonya actually started training boxing and she wants to go to see the real deal for whats up for her. "Tell me when is this again?" You asked sipping on your coffee.
"It's on saturday at 8 pm, and don't you dare start the 'I have work to do' because we both know that you do not work on weekends because the doctors at the hospital love you and because of that they gave you every weekend off. Please Y/N I already got us tickets like a month ago." Sonya said with a straight face. When she wants something, she will go anything to get it, including you going with her. You stop typing for a moment, pretending to think about the situation. A small laugh escaped your lips and Sonya grabbed a pillow and smacked you with it.
"I KNEW YOU WOULD GO YOU LIL BRAT!" She laughed out loud, boy do you love to see her happy. After finishing your work you two hoppend onto a couch and watched your favorite show to end the night.
Fast forward to saturday.
"Y/N are you done in the shower??" You hear Sonya. "I'll be out in a minute!!" You said as you were done washing yourself. You went out of the bathroom smelling like a whole bath and body works. "For who are we smelling that good hmmm~?" Sonya teased and you just laugh it off, it's not like you would find a hot guy there right? You two girls got ready and went out of the apartment that you shared. It was a cozy little thing, made for two of you. It was a chilly night but you two thought it was a great idea to wear s dress, because why not eh. As the two of you got into Sonya's car you blasted your favorite songs and sang along as you were driving to the arena. While sitting in the passenger seat you look out the window and a jumbo poster catches your eye. It was a poster of the two boxers promoting todays match. At the same time by chance your music was cut by short commercal break.
"Tonight, the ring will burn as two elite boxers face off in a battle for supremacy! Join us for an electrifying night filled with intensity, skill, and heart. When: Tonight at 8:00 PM. Where: Eclipse Arena. Don’t miss your chance to witness history in the making! Hope you grabbed your tickets on time to be part of the action! Who will emerge victorious? Be there to find out!"
"OMG Y/N I CAN NOT BELIEVE WE ARE GONNA SEE IT LIVE!!! You will be amazed by this whole evening. Did I ever tell you that my favorite boxer Sevika is up in tonight finale??? Did I??" Sonya said happily and you just couldn't help but to smile because she was acting like a little child who saw a big rainbow lollipop at the store. "No you never actually told me who is your favorite boxer, but I will see her today." Just as you finished saying that you two pulled over at the parking lot of the Eclipse arena. And let me tell you, it was almost full to the brim, you were lucky to find a spot empty. You two got out and rushed to the main enterence of the big building. There was a lot of security, like a lot, with police also if someone decited to be dumb and start a mess. The line into the arena was huge, but thank God you were rushing so you weren't at the back.
"Tickets please." A strong, buff guy asked you two in a deep voice. Sonya gladly showed them in his face and the guy let's you in.
Entering a boxing arena to watch a match is an experience on a whole snother level. As you approach the venue, the anticipation builds. The sounds of chatter fill the air, mixing with the faint echo of gloves hitting pads in the background. Upon entering, you’re greeted by the vibrant atmosphere—bright lights that shine on the ring, filled with sponsors' logos. The scent of popcorn and hot dogs goes through the crowd. You and your friend navigate through the sea of fans, while others are animatedly discussing previous matches between the two finalists. Finally finding your seats, some smart assholes almost took your seats bit thank god Sonya basically has the additude to deal with people like them, you settle in as the energy pulsates around you. The crowd’s roar grows louder, especially as the fighters are about to be introduced. You truly never experienced something like this. It was exciting and adrenaline was rushing thought you like some kind of a drug. You see the host going into the right with a microphone in his hand. That's it, the two finalists are finally coming onto the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event of the evening! Get ready for an electrifying showdown as we present the finalists of this year’s championship! In the red corner, hailing from the heart of the city, known for her relentless drive and knockout power, give it up for the ferocious fighter, Sevika!"
Sonya basically goes wild, as she sees her idol with her own two eyes. You calm her down as much as possible so she doesn't faint from excitment. You look up the ring to see the host with the two boxers. He takes a minute so the crowd goes silent to introduce the second finalist.
"And in the blue corner, representing the pride of her hometown with an unmatched skill set, put your hands together for the formidable contender, Violet known as Vi! Tonight, they will battle it out for glory, honor, and the championship title! Let’s get ready to rumble!”
People being to scream as the match begins, the tension is electric. Every punch, dodge, and cheer from the audience intensifies the experience. You and your friend exchange reactions, riding the highs and lows of each round, caught up in the drama unfolding before you. The experience is more than just the match; it's the shared excitement between you and Sonya, and the unforgettable moments that make it truly memorable.
"GO SEVIKA KICK HER, YES, NO, YES SEVIKA WHAT ARE YOU DOING?????" Sonya got out of her seat to exam the situarion further. It looked like Sevika was loosing, but it was only the first round.
You just sat there in ave. You've never seen such a woman in your life. What captured your eyes was her left arm. It was a bionic arm. You thought what happend to her. "Hey Sonya, what happend to her arm?" You got closer to your friend as you asked the question. "She had an accident a few years ago, from what I read, her team wanted the best for her and they got a new technology for her arm. Sevika's bionic arm is a highly advanced prosthetic designed to mimic natural arm movements and enhance functionality, allowing her to perform tasks with precision and strength." She said never tsking her eyes off the ring. You just nodded as you continued to watch the match. After the first round it got even more intense. It was two for two now. The last match decited who is the new champion. Before the third and final round the host said that there will be a thirdy minute break.
"NO WHY, I CAN'T WAIT FOR THAT LONG." Sonya fake cried and laughed at the same time. You got out of your chair to grab some fresh air, sadly to you, you didn't know some boy was behing you, following you outside. You stood outside drinking your soda while listening to chatter around you, people commenting on the match.
"Heeeey there beautiful hehe." You turned around and saw a somewhat drunk guy covered with grease from hot dogs aeound his mouth. Ew, you though to yourself ignoring him. He slid his arm aound your waist, but there was someone else watching the situation from afar. "Why don't you wanna talk eh, the cat got your tongue or am did I take your breath away?" The creep smrked and you just wanted to punch him right there and then. Looking around for a security guy or police but there were none on sight. Great, how can you camly get out of this situation? "Look man I'm not interested just leave me alone please?" You rolled your eyes. "Oh now you can talk, why don't we go to my place after hmm little kitten?" You almost puked. Finally turning around to face him you were about to start explainging some stuff about manners when a figure got behind him.
"Didn't she say she is not interested?" Ylu looked up behind the dude and saw her. Sevika. You looked at her in awe. You examed her face closely. Sevika has an expressive face, marked by sharp features and intense gray eyes that show both determination and a hint of softness, but at this moment her eyes screamed bloody murder. "Get back inside or else I'm gonna carry you inside piece by piece." She stared down at him, right after the guy ran inside for his life. Sevika looks at you, you can se some bruises and some bloody marks on her face. She looks at youand smiles a bit. A small 'thank you' escapes your lips looking down to hide your blushing face. "Anytime beautiful." She smirks taking a cigarette out of her pocket. You look up to her side and see one bad cut on her face. "You know that cut will be needing a least four to five stiches."
"Oh yeah, are you a doctor?" She takes a puff.
"Well actually, I am.. almost." You smile st her. She looks at you and takes your face into the palm of her hand. "Well then, you will be the one who will stich me up darling." She said taking another puff. Never in your damn life have you felt like this, never has someone made you feel this kind of way when meeting them for the first time. You stutter finding words to say something, she looks at you again. "Gotta get back inside, hope to see you still there to watch me win beautiful." She winked and went back inside the venue. You couldn't believe what just happend. Sevika, THE Sevika saved your butt snd flirted with you tonight.
'Sonya will never believe what just happend.' You thought as you went after Sevika inside. You got back into your seat and saw Sonya talking to a boy prolly not even noticing that you were gone for the whole thirdy minutes.
As you sat down the bell rang. The finale match has begun. You saw Sevika getting up from her corner. She was looking for someone. When she finally saw you she just winked at you and you couldn't help but to blush again. Sonya looked st you. "Girl, what was that??? Did Sevika just winked at you?" "Sonya, I will explain it later just watch the match okay." You said never taking your eyes off of Sevika, praying to god she will win. "O you have some explaing to do at home young lady."
As the final round approaches, the atmosphere is electric, the crowd roaring with anticipation. Both Sevika and Vi are visibly exhausted, sweat glistening on their brows. The bell rings, and they charge toward each other, trading jabs and hooks, each punch a testament to their grit. Sevika started showing signs of fatigue, begins to retreat, but Violet aka Vi senses an opportunity. With precision, she unleash a series of powerful combinations, landing clean shots that echo through the arena. The crowd erupts with each strike, urging Sevika on. In this moment both you and Sonya started biting your nails from anixety In the last minute, Sevika digs deep, channeling their remaining strength. She respond with a surprising counter, landing a solid right hook that staggers Violet. Time slows as the two boxers exchange blows, each seeking to gain the upper hand. As the final seconds tick away, the fighters lean into their last efforts. With just seconds left, Sevika delivers a devastating uppercut, sending her opponent to the canvas. The referee counts, and the crowd holds its breath. At eight, Vi struggles to rise, but they can’t beat the count. The bell rings, and the referee waves it off. Sevika raises her arms in victory, is declared the winner, her corner erupting in celebration while Violet, though battered, nods in respect. The match ends, marking another chapter in their fierce rivalry. The host enters the ring for the last time.
"We are thrilled to announce that Sevika has emerged as the champion of the boxing championship! Her dedication, skill, and determination have truly set her apart. Congratulations to Sevika for this incredible achievement!"
Both you and Sonya screamed. You could see Sevika looking at you, breathing heavily and she just smirked. You look at her and smile while doing the thumbs up. She laughed at you, couldn't help it.
After a while the crowd gets outside and so do you and Sonya. While walking to your car and chatting about the match you see someone ahead of you. It was Sevika, leaning over to the side of your car.
"I was hoping I can get your number beautiful." You see Sevika leaning onto your car. She handled you a pen and paper. You glady accept it and write it with a little heart next to it. You gave the items back and look at her. "Someone will need to stich you up hm?" You teased and she smirks, while Sonya almost had a full on stroke in the background. "O young lady you have a lot of explainging to do. Btw hi Sevika, I'm Sonya, big fan." She waved her hand to her. Sevika laughs along side of you at this whole situation. As you both settled into the car, the tension of the moment shifted into something lighter. Sevika chuckled, glancing over at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, what's your plan after the stitches?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. You smirked, feeling the chemistry crackle between you. "Maybe take you out for a drink, if you're up for it." Sevika's smile widened. "Count me in. Just don’t be surprised if I end up stitching you up instead." Sonya, still recovering from her shock, shook her head in disbelief. “This is going to be a story for the ages.”
As you drove off, the laughter and teasing continued, the night ahead full of possibilities, leaving you both eager for what was to come.
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hylkun · 6 months ago
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30 DAYS | L. HEESEUNG
DAY 4: the strawberry cheesecake
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SYNOPSIS: in which y/n l/n gives lee heeseung 30 days before graduation to prove his feelings for her are genuine.
PAIRING: popular!heeseung x quiet!fem!reader
GENRE: high-school!au, angst and lots of it, fluff
BEFORE YOU READ: cursing
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"Heeseung, I'm convinced you're actually dumb." Sunoo grumbles, while Heeseung holds his head down in shame. "Who in hell possessed you to get involved with Jang Wonyoung, of all people? And don't you like (Name)?"
"I know, I know - I just thought she didn't like me after she ditched us the other day, so," Heeseung murmurs, resulting in a hard slap from Sunoo on his shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?"
"That's for being an idiot. You're lucky I'm not like the rest of our friends and actually give a fuck about what you do. Now, I suggest that you have a very serious talk with (Name). Do you have her number?"
"Uh, yeah. Why?"
"Let me work my magic."
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You immediately plop your phone onto the bed and rush into the shower. You were literally meeting Heeseung outside of school in less than 30 minutes, and you looked like a mess. Today was your off day, so you weren't expecting to be going out. Well, the day quickly turned around.
After yesterday's events, you sort of regretted getting involved with Heeseung - but a part of you wanted to give him another chance, despite him quite literally letting your arch nemesis kiss him on the cheek. Jang Wonyoung was pretty much known for ruining people's lives - especially yours.
Since middle school, Wonyoung had been endlessly tormenting you. To this day, you wonder what you could've done to make her hate you.
The sound of your phone ringing interrupts your daydreaming, and you step out of the shower. You check the caller ID, and Heeseung is calling. You hesitate to pick up, but you do after a minute, so it wouldn't go to voice-mail.
"Hello?"
"Hey, (Name)? I'm already here. Are you on your way?"
"The fuck? I just got out of the shower - give me 20 minutes."
You hang up, and you dress the fastest you have in your life before leaving home. Hopefully, Heeseung hasn't been waiting long. He's lucky you don't hold grudges. Otherwise, you would've taken longer on purpose.
15 minutes later..
You rush through the doors of Bighit Cafe, grabbing the eyes of numerous customers. You scan the place in search of Heeseung, and there he is - Goodness, he looked so much better out of his uniform. And his skin is practically glowing - God, why did he have to look so beautiful?
You approach his table, and with every step, you can feel your confidence dissipating. Heeseung notices your presence and smiles sweetly. "Hi!" He says. He grabs your hand - a gesture that makes your cheeks heat up - and leads you to the table.
As you sit, you feel the aura of awkwardness surround the both of you. It was as if everything you had planned to say and had just up and left. Well, that was until Heeseung finally spoke up.
"Look, I'm sorry. For, y'know, the whole Wonyoung issue. Well, she's my ex - and if you know Wonyoung, she's a pretty hard person to get rid of," he starts and takes a deep breath before continuing, "Just know I'm not interested in her anymore. It's her who's interested me."
You nod in response. It was pretty understandable. Wonyoung was a girl who would do whatever it takes to get something she wants, in this case, someone. It's not surprising that she would do all this to take Heeseung from you - not that he's yours or anything.
"Yeah, I totally understand. Wonyoung is a bitch." You say, and chuckle in hopes to lighten the mood and thankfully, it works.
"Tell me about it. Uh, on the brighter side, I asked Yunho what sweets you liked, and I ordered you some strawberry cheesecake. I already paid for it."
"Really? Thanks so much!"
And Heeseung loves to see you smile, even if it's over something small like strawberry cheesecake.
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1byhwng · 28 days ago
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( drabble ) “so sweet” -  최연준 (pt.1)
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pairings - classmate!yeonjun x college!fem reader
warnings - MDNI (pt.2 will contain smut)
a/n — I was gonna post this yesterday but it wasn’t finished so here’s your late present 😭. sorry for it being messy i was trying to get it done.
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it was no secret that yeonjun liked you, almost everyone in school knew. The only person that didn’t know was you.
You would receive candy’s and drinks in your locker along with a note almost everyday, and every note ended with ‘ — C.YJ’ .
Considering he was also one of the most outgoing people in the school, you already ruled him out to be the secret admirer. There were plenty of people with those initials.
The night before christmas yeonjun took the time to write a decorated letter for you.
”Hi, y/n. I know we haven’t really talked much or really at all but i think you’re very pretty —“ he stops scratching out the writing on the paper before tossing it aside somewhere “that’s not it—“ he sighs before grabbing another paper and starting again.
“Hi, y/n. I’ve liked you for a while. i like everything about you. you’re really kind and sweet it’s crazy more guys don’t find you attractive. I didn’t want to say my feelings because i was scared. i can’t say them in front of you or i’ll probably become a stuttering mess. so this is my way of saying i like you. y/n please like me back.” biting his lip he finally decides to place it into the envelope, hoping you would accept it.
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The next day, you wake up from the sound of your alarm blasting into your ear. Sitting up, you yawn before getting out of bed and heading downstairs since you didn’t have to get ready for your class until 11:00 which was 4 hours away.
You see your mom standing at the counter cutting up something, turning when she here’s your footsteps. As soon as she sees you her face lights up and she practically runs over to you “so?” she grins brightly at you. “so..what?” you ask, making your way to the fridge with you mom following behind. “oh c’mon, “ she groans “did you tell him yet?” before you could answer she cuts you off “ and don’t you even ‘tell who?’ me, did you tell yeonjun that you like him yet?” she probed.
“mom—i didn’t tell him because—I..he wouldn’t like me back.” you stammer, trying to reason with her only to receive a groan from her.
“i bet he likes you back.” she shrugs going back to cooking. “i’m not in high school anymore mom.” you counter “he has like a million girls on him every day so why would he choose me.”
Your mom sighs, turning to look at you “just ask him y/n,” she smiles “the worst that could happen is he says no—but i doubt that will happen.” she reassures you.
You groan in defeat, “fine.” you get up before heading up to your room to get ready.
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As you’re doing your work, you see yeonjun walk into class. Late. As usual but that wasn’t on your mind. Today was the day you tell him that you like him. Today.
You feel butterflies fill your stomach as you think of all the outcomes that could possibly happen. What if he laughs at you and mock your confession in front of everyone. what if he already has a girlfriend. what if he says yes only to use you and leave. what if—
“hey y/n? can i sit here?” you here a voice above you. You look up and see yeonjun looking down at you. god was he tall. “y-yeah of course, no problem ?” you stutter moving your bag to the floor.
why did you feel like a high schooler with her first crush. Technically he is you first crush.
Once he’s seated, you can feel him looking at you as you work—try to work. “can i tell you something?” he speaks up holding a letter in his hand. You look over to him confused, not really sure what he would say.
“i’ve liked you for a while, y/n. So, i wanted to give you this as my christmas present.” he smiles, handing you the letter. After you read it you look at him shocked “yeonjun…I can’t believe t-“
“miss l/n. save your conversation until after the lecture.” your teacher interrupts, causing some to turn and look at the two of you. You mouth ‘i like you too’ to him before paying more attention to the school work but the fact that he liked you wouldn’t leave your head. maybe this was the best day of your life.
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tobbesdiscordkitten · 24 days ago
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How did Pamela manning, Adriana and barbie meet Gnr they’re so lucky
I’m glad you asked because I learned today that Pamela Manning was Barbi Von Greif’s ROOMMATE and they were the ones who were gonna make their own band called Rocket Queen.
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Pamela Manning
I’ve also heard Barbi was a stripper, as well as Adriana Smith, so the three might’ve worked at the same strip club and got acquainted. It’s interesting how the universe works - you meet new people for a particular reason in order to achieve a certain destiny. Then once the band came along…the ladies were set in stone.
In 2014, Pamela did an interview and she discussed what her experience as a dance girl for GNR entailed while recounting her relationship with Izzy, and her friendship between Axl and Steven Adler:
“Well, I had been dancing with Guns N' Roses on stage even before Guns N' Roses. I came out in a cute outfit, it had guns on them, some cute cut-off jeans, and a cowboy hat. Axl had chaps where his butt would hang out the back. It was like playing house to me but we played rock star; it was all about music, how cool you can look. It also was a shock factor back in the 80's - anything to get attention.
If that meant being wild and crazy on stage, well, that is what you got! And, so, when I was on stage, I had a blast with the band; our energy was magic! We would feed off each others’ energy, yet we would all be in sync with each other. It was so automatic, the music was the main energy. You tap into that stream and you got Guns N’ Roses: that is what fed the audience, the energy that went with the band. After the show, we would talk about how the audience’s reaction was.
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Pamela Manning and Axl Rose at the Whisky a Go Go (1986)
I am also a drummer, so Steven would teach me some drums, and we would move on to more creative stuff; we'd sit around and play some more music. Barbi Von Greif, who was my roommate at the time, we were in a band together for a short time. I was the drummer and she was the singer, and Barbi wanted to name the band Rocket Queen.
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Pamela Manning with Steven Adler
Guns N’ Roses were a music inspiration to us; heck, we inspired each other. This is how we all met up; it was all about music, not hanging with the guys. I did wind up dating Izzy, but Barbi broke us up, not being a true friend to me, as she wanted him. One day he asked me to let him play with Barbi, and when I said no, well, you can guess the rest. That was the end of Izzy and I.
Axl has always been a true friend to me, telling me his deepest secrets and, yep, I have kept them today. I can't and will not talk about the deep secrets he told me. That is just not me. But wow, if you only knew...I am sure some would understand him a little better. People judge him, and I can understand why. He has not been the best example, but I think if Axl would stop bottling all the secrets, he could be a great spokesperson and could help many.
It was like with any band: sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll, but the drug thing…I never liked drugs or alcohol, so I can't relate in that department. But I had some good times.”
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“I got branded (as a groupie) because I was wild and crazy on stage, and made my living working with rock bands as well. My interviews I agreed to be in were cut into pieces to make me sound like a groupie, like talking about being a cheerleader, and things like that. I have always been one to inspire, male or female. Rockstar or not, I love to inspire, to bring back hope, to help people get their creative juices flowing and that doesn't mean groupie juices…I had friends who were (groupies). I never hung around with them, but there were times where I would work with them. Some were mud wrestlers. Groupies were there, back in the '80s, for sure. It was hard because you become friends with them, and then they would try to snatch your man. And I really hated dealing with them. I’d guess groupies are the same today as yesterday. The only difference is that there is not an explosion of rockstars rising to the top like it was in the '80s.” - Pamela Manning
Not only was Pam a dancer for the band, she was a roadie who handed out flyers, did the men’s hair, makeup, and their wardrobe. Pamela still keeps in touch with both Axl and Steven.
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candycandy00 · 8 months ago
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Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 9
In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! I’m posting the first chapter just to check for interest. Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.
Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.
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Work at Terrian's house the next day was awkward and slow. Anna was obviously still upset over Nariah, and Terrian flitted around nervously, making pathetic and desperate attempts to get Anna to talk to him.
"Look, girls! I'm breaking out the steak reserves for lunch today!" he called at one point, holding up two large slabs of frozen meat.
Steak was Anna's favorite. She had looked up then, apparently tempted to say something, but she held her tongue and continued dusting.
You waited until Terrian stepped out of the room, then turned to Anna. "How long are you going to keep this up? He already apologized."
Anna looked down. "I know. I'm not really angry at him anymore. I just don't know what to say to him. Yesterday I admitted for the first time that I'm in love with him. Now I feel insecure around him."
"Well you're not making any progress like this. Just act like you did before. He's worried sick right now."
"Are you making progress with Vartan?" Anna asked suddenly.
You were caught off guard by the question. You stumbled over your words for a moment before nearly choking out a quiet, "Sort of."
Anna grinned. "Oh really? Are you sleeping with him already?"
"Of course not! I made him a bologna sandwich, okay?"
"Whatever you say," Anna laughed, nudging you with her elbow.
Terrian's doorbell rang loudly through the hall. You laid down your dusting rag and stood up, straightening the too-short skirt of your maid uniform and making your way to the door. You sighed as you pulled it open. "Yes, can I help-“
You were immediately silenced when you realized the person standing on Terrian's doorstep was a male half-breed with silver chin-length hair that framed his pale face. His narrow eyes were ice-blue and a strange shade of violet that you had never seen before, not even on a half-breed.
"A doctor lives here, correct?" His voice was lighter than Vartan's.
You weren’t sure how to answer. What if Terrian had gotten into trouble somehow? Perhaps confirming his location wasn't a good idea. "Um... I..."
The half-breed leaned in close. "This is important. Tell the doctor to come and examine my..." He stopped there, as if he had no idea how to finish the statement. He glanced back, and you noticed the thin young woman standing behind him. She was very clearly human, and her face, while pretty, was darkened by visible sadness.
"Is she sick?" you asked.
The half-breed took the woman's hand and gently, too gently for a half-breed, pulled her closer to the door. "She needs medical attention, yes."
You stepped aside. "Come on in. I'll get the doctor." You led them through the hall and to the living room, shrugging at a very shocked Anna on the way. The couple sat down on the couch as you ran to fetch Terrian.
You and Anna followed Terrian back into the living room and stood on either side of him. The woman introduced herself as Sophie. 
"I'm pregnant," she said, quietly but bluntly.
You stifled a gasp. Terrian's face lit up. "You are? That's amazing! Pregnancies are so rare. You must be immune to the chemicals in the water."
Sophie did not share his enthusiasm. "I didn't believe it at first. I missed a couple of periods and then a friend gave me an old pregnancy test to try. After that, I still didn't believe. Then Keon gave me a Pagoda test, and it came back positive. He says there's no way it can be wrong."
You noticed that Sophie seemed so sad. Her voice sounded as if it was threatening to break at any moment.
"So, do you want me to monitor the pregnancy then?" Terrian asked.
"No," the half-breed spoke up, "we want you to terminate it."
The smile Terrian had been wearing dissolved. "What?"
"You are capable of terminating the pregnancy, are you not?" the half-breed asked.
Terrian looked directly at Sophie. "Is this what you want to do?"
The half-breed opened his mouth, but Sophie put a hand on his arm. "Please, Keon," she said weakly, "let me talk to him. I'll explain."
The half-breed, Keon, looked at her with a flash of anger in his eyes.
Sophie didn't move her hand. "Please," she repeated, and Keon stood up. He walked out of the living room and closed the door behind him. You had never seen a half-breed do as a human asked before. Well, not besides Vartan.
"Keon is the father, as you've probably guessed," Sophie began, her voice still shaky. "We met three years ago. He showed up at my door one day out of the blue, with a proposition.”
“A proposition?” Anna asked. 
Sophie nodded. “Apparently some half breeds make arrangements with specific humans. They offer protection from the other half breeds, and in exchange the humans satisfy their needs. It’s a mutual arrangement, or at least ours is. I don’t know what would have happened if I’d refused. But I agreed to the terms, and I’ve been able to walk through the city without fear. They call it ‘claiming’. I’ve been claimed by Keon, so no other half breed will touch me.”
Your heart was beating fast as the words sank into your brain. Half-breeds could choose specific humans? Other half-breeds would stay away? Was that what Vartan had done to you?
"It's not so bad," Sophie continued. "Keon has always been relatively gentle with me. But now..." Her voice trailed off as she looked down at her own stomach.
"So he doesn't want his pet to have a baby?" Anna asked with a tinge of venom in her voice.
Sophie chuckled bitterly. "He was so furious and disgusted that I thought he would kill me."
Anna's face was turning red, her hatred for the half-breeds boiling beneath her skin.
"But he didn't kill me," Sophie went on, "Instead he started frantically asking around for a human doctor. One of the other half-breeds apparently told him about a clinic they had shut down, and that they had heard the doctor survived. That's when he told me I have to have an abortion."
"But why?" you asked.
Sophie met your eyes, and you could almost see the agony and rage festering there, held back by her quiet sorrow. "The half-breeds are forbidden to breed, at all. If the Pagoda were to find out I'm pregnant, they would execute Keon and myself immediately. The baby would die anyway. If we somehow managed to hide the pregnancy until the child was born, the Pagoda would give it a gruesome death if they ever found it. We would have to live in constant fear. Keon said that we should end it now, before..." Her voice finally broke, and tears streamed down her face. "Before we... grow to care for the child," she finished.
Terrian stood up. "Alright, I understand. I can examine you in one of the guest rooms and make preparations."
Sophie nodded. "Thank you, doctor. Please just give me a moment."
"Of course," Terrian told her. "My nurses will help you when you're ready."
He left the room. You and Anna began to follow him out, eager to give the woman privacy while she regained her composure. "It's not fair, is it?" she asked, and you stopped to look back at her. Sophie’s eyes were red from crying and her hands were shaking. "It's a miracle, that I'm immune to the chemicals, that I can give birth. It's my miracle but... I have to kill it." She buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
Keon, who had been waiting patiently in the hall, walked into the living room and sat down beside Sophie. He stared at her wordlessly, and you saw a faint hint of pain in his face. He looked as if he wanted to reach out to the trembling woman beside him, to comfort her, but his hands remained stiffly by his sides. You found it sad that he had been sleeping with the woman for three years, yet he had no idea how to hold her.
Terrian examined Sophie several minutes later, and afterward told her to come back in two days for the procedure to end the pregnancy. He had to gather up the tools and medicines needed to ensure her safety. The couple thanked him and left, leaving the rest of the day clear for you and Anna to finish your cleaning duties.
Two hours of mopping and dusting later, Anna disappeared. You searched the kitchen, hall, and three rooms before hearing voices coming from behind one of the bedroom doors on the second floor. You pressed your ear against the door and listened.
"I'm not angry with you," you heard Anna say. "It's not your fault that Terrian kept you a secret."
"But my presence bothers you," Nariah's lovely voice responded.
"Well, I'm still getting used to... your kind."
"Don't worry," Nariah said, "you're certainly not the first human to regard me with fear and unease." Anna said nothing in response, and after a brief pause, Nariah spoke again. "Did you know that half-breeds are not allowed to meet their human parents?"
Anna must have shaken her head, because Nariah went on. "Most often, the human parents are executed shortly after the birth of the half-breed. But sometimes, very rarely, the human is kept alive if the offspring is viewed as exceptional by the Pagoda, for further breeding. I do not understand what their standards are, or how they determine such things, but I was considered one of these 'exceptional offspring'. My human mother was kept alive for three years after she gave birth to me."
You could hear Anna's breath hitch as she gave a small gasp. "You met her, didn't you?"
"Yes," Nariah said softly, "I did. One of the other half-breeds told me where to find her, probably more out of malice than of kindness. I searched the Tower, my curiosity overpowering my sense of obedience to the Pagoda. We half-breeds were forbidden from visiting the breeding and containment rooms, you see. But I found her, huddled in a metal contraption that looked like a cage. She looked so much like me, I knew in an instant that she was indeed my mother."
There was another pause, then Anna finally asked, "What happened?"
"I approached the cage, my heart pounding, and looked her in the eyes. At that moment, I called her 'mother'. I don't know why. We were never taught to use such sentimental terms, and I had only heard the word on the lips of the humans in the city. Maybe it was some buried human instinct. Regardless, she had heard me, and she screamed in terror. She recoiled from me until her back hit the other side of the cage. I was... repulsive to her."
Tears formed in your eyes as you listened outside the door. Anna remained silent.
When Nariah continued, her beautiful voice was slightly darker. "My mother began shrieking, 'Get it away from me! Get that monster away!' and she wouldn't stop until a Pagoda, my father, appeared behind her with a blade in his hand. He reached in between the metal bars and slit her throat, silencing her. She died in the cage, still looking at me with horror in her eyes."
For several minutes, the room was quiet and you heard nothing. Then footsteps abruptly headed toward the door and it slid open. Anna walked out of the room, her face red and puffy. She had been crying. "Oh, hey," she said when she noticed the hall wasn't empty.
"Sorry, I listened in," you told her, wiping your own eyes.
"It's alright. How much did you hear?"
"The story about her mom. That was awful. How could someone be afraid of their own child? And Nariah was only three at the time, right? How could she be scary?"
"Oh, so you didn't hear about the age thing," Anna said.
"What age thing?"
Anna smiled, the redness in her face dissipating. "Nariah is only fourteen years old."
"No way!" you said, a little too loud. Nariah looked at least twenty.
"I'm serious. She said half-breeds age a lot quicker than humans until they reach maturity. Then the process slows down to a crawl. So when she was three, she might have looked ten."
"Whoa, that's crazy. I guess we were wrong about her relationship with Terrian then.”
Anna's smile grew broader. "Yeah, she didn't know how to describe it, because she doesn't have anything to compare it to, but I think he treats her like a sister from everything she told me."
You smiled too. "That's great, Anna!"
They finished the chores, both in a slightly better mood. Anna was on speaking terms with Terrian again, waving and saying goodbye as she left. He was so happy he nearly cried, and you laughed as you headed out the door.
When you reached the door of your apartment, you wondered whether Vartan would still be there. You kept reminding yourself that he could leave at any moment without warning. With more than a little apprehension, you stepped inside.
Clearly visible from the door, Vartan was lying across the couch, fast asleep. You took a blanket from a nearby chair and spread it over his body. You turned out the lamp on the table next to him and leaned down.
"Goodnight," you whispered, then smiled as you walked to your own room and went to bed.
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icequeenbae · 10 months ago
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Boy Next Door (m) Ch.3 | BBH
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Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader
Neighbor AU, slow burn, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut
Warnings: Baek being the neighbor we’re all dreaming of, harassment (nothing graphic), a bit of body image/ insecurity, MC sucks at relationships, explicit content, unprotected sex
Word Count: ~18.5k (total), 5.3k (pt.3)
Summary: Your neighbor Baekhyun has been a pleasant acquaintance since you moved into your current apartment almost a year ago. Could he also be… a perfect match?
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Chapter Masterlist [ongoing]: Pt. 1 > Pt. 2 > Pt. 3 > Pt. 4 (fin)
Author’s note: Hiiii sweethearts!! I learned yesterday that my blog has earned 10k likes from you, so I decided that there was no better way to say thanks than to post part 3 of this story hehe Hope you like this little token of appreciation! 💕 And prepare thyselves, this is gonna be pretty intense 🔥🔥🔥
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PART 3
‘I hate my life, Yu…’
‘Wow, haven’t heard that one before,’ your friend responded sarcastically.
‘I’m serious this time!’ You shrieked.
‘Stop yelling in my ear,’ she grumbled, shifting on the bed. ‘Your life sucks just ‘cause you’re too sensitive.’
You whined loudly, which couldn’t prevent her from continuing her lecture for the nth time.
‘I get that you were caught off guard. But who’s that chick to make such disgusting comments? I’m sure you looked hot as hell in his shirt, and she was jealous of you.’
‘Thanks, but you have no idea what she looked like…’
‘She probably isn’t even that pretty; you just thought she was in the spur of a moment. You get confused easily.’
‘No, I don’t! I can’t say her face is the prettiest I’ve seen, but she was dressed in expensive clothes, her hair seemed perfect, and she was skinny.’
‘Who cares? Is that why you’re not eating tteokbokki for the first time in your life??’
‘I’m not hungry,’ you groaned.
‘You’re always hungry! I’ve never seen you turn down street food! Can you at least eat the egg?’
‘Eat it yourself.’
Yuki gasped.
‘Are you sure you’re not terminally ill? Shall I call an ambulance?’ She asked and then shifted in place. ‘Or better yet… shall I call him?’
‘What? No!’ You almost pounced on your friend out of fear.
She was kidding, but you knew what she was capable of.
‘Y/N… It’s been a week. You can’t be avoiding him forever.’
‘I can. And I will.’
‘Come on! Why would you? It’s obvious from their convo that she isn’t his girlfriend, more like an annoying ex. If even that. Maybe she’s a stalker… So why are you retreating to your shell again?’
‘Because! What if she is his ex? I don’t think we’re exactly similar in any way, and if she is his type, then…’
‘Then what? Didn’t he mercilessly kick her out? So what exactly does she have on you?’
You sighed, turning away. It wasn’t that you were ugly or had low self-esteem. But people had their… preferences and beauty standards. And you imagined that guys like Baekhyun usually went for girls like her. Not the girls next door. It wasn’t as much about beauty as…
She just seemed more exciting. And you were anything but.
‘Just talk to him. Pretty sure the abundance of missed calls means that he wants to clear up the misunderstanding.’
‘Do you have soju?’
‘I’m not pouring you alcohol when you’ve been starving yourself for days! Besides, you have work tomorrow, don’t you?’
‘I thought I was the boring one,’ you grumbled, pouting at your friend.
Although you didn’t have a drop of anything, the next day at work was just as agonizing as the entire week prior. You were usually pretty happy about Fridays (with the whole weekend ahead), but you were in a sour mood this time. Going home meant getting anxious about running into your neighbor, and you hadn’t come up with what to tell him yet. So, the sooner the end of your working hours approached, the more uneasy you felt.
Baekhyun hadn’t tried calling or texting you today, and this was hardly a relief. Did he give up on you and your weird tantrums? Most likely. But then again, maybe it was for the best. This way, you wouldn’t have a chance to live in the world you’d imagined. At times, especially right before you went to sleep, you’d think back to the events of that day. And inevitably, the memories of the two of you making out on his couch would pop up in your head. Then the intruder barges in and looks down on you. Humiliating you with her comments in front of Baekhyun. Goosebumps marathoned across your body every time you recalled that. Especially your own pathetic reaction. Why didn’t you tell her off? Why did you suddenly feel so insecure?
Your desire to avoid going home was so strong that you ended up drinking with some of your colleagues at a bar. Secretly, you’d also hoped that alcohol would erase the unpleasant memories. And at least for a bit, you’d stop beating yourself up forever thinking you and Baekhyun could work. You were hurt many times when your exes left for someone, but the incident in his apartment was different. It was like a quick sneak peek into this situation, and you didn’t like how it made you feel. And it shouldn’t have affected you this way. You and Baekhyun weren’t even a thing.
But Yuki was definitely right about denying you access to alcohol. Too bad you were an adult with all the means to get as much of it as you desired.
‘Why is this button dancing around? It’s not supposed to move,’ you slurred out, unable to call the elevator. ‘Jinwoo-yah, it’s not working.’
‘Let me press it for you, Y/N-ssi.’
Your colleague leaned in, still holding you close to his side to prevent you from collapsing to the floor, and pressed the button. His ‘heroic’ action made you giggle.
‘Jinwoo-ya-ah, you’re the bestest!’
He snickered at your expressiveness and helped you inside the elevator.
‘Which floor?’
‘Thirteen.’ You giggled throughout the ride up, although you didn’t know what was funny about that number.
‘You’re in pretty bad shape, sunbae.’ He sighed, catching you when you almost tripped, walking out. ‘What’s your passcode?’
‘No-no-no!’ You shook your index finger in front of his nose. ‘I don’t tell all the pretty boys my passcode!’
Jinwoo looked at you helplessly, probably grasping that you were unable to actually press it in yourself.
And he was right. After about five minutes of you trying and failing, he suggested again.
‘Just tell me, and I’ll do it.’
‘Okay. It’s 3-2- no, 1-… 2-1-6… Wait. Was it?’ You were confused by your own thoughts now.
‘Y/N?’
You turned your head towards the voice.
‘Baekhyunie!’ You jumped on the spot and almost dropped yourself on the tile if not for your helpful colleague’s hands on your waist. ‘Do you remember my passcode? Jinwoo doesn’t know it…’
Baekhyun didn’t respond, scanning you and the man beside you.
‘What happened?’ He addressed the guy, earning a pout from you.
‘Our team was out, and she had too much soju on an empty stomach,’ he explained. ‘Tomorrow morning’s gonna be bad, so she should lie down ASAP. Do you know her passcode by any chance?’
‘No.’ Baekhyun answered. ‘But I’ll deal with her. You can go, thanks.’
Jinwoo was reluctant to let go of you.
‘Uh- wait. She’s really drunk. I don’t think I can just leave her-’
‘She’s been alone with me many times. Don’t worry about it.’ Baekhyun pierced your poor colleague with his eyes, gripping your waist.
‘Are you taking me home, oppa-yah? Can we make out on your couch again?’ You murmured, leaning into him.
‘Aish. You’re shameless.’ He chuckled, turning to Jinwoo, who was still by your side.
He was less sure that he needed to be there now.
‘I’ll… Uh- I’ll just go then. Take care!’ He blurted, nodding at Baekhyun before walking away.
‘Bye, Jin-jinwoo!’ You waved at him happily.
‘Come on in,’ Baekhyun shooed you into his apartment. ‘How did you even get this drunk…’
He crouched in front of you, helping you out of your shoes.
‘…and with a bunch of male colleagues, I’m sure. He can’t just leave you with me? Pfft!’ He kept grumbling as he almost carried you into the kitchen.
After making you drink some water, he brought you to the next destination – his bedroom.
‘Can you stand here while I change the sheets?’
‘No-ho!’ Your knees instantly grew weak, and you’d fall if not for Baekhyun’s hold.
‘Wow, your condition is worse than I thought. Let’s sit you down then.’
‘No! Don’t change them!’
He looked at you in bafflement.
‘You don’t want me to change the sheets?’
You closed your eyes, head too heavy to shake to indicate your answer.
‘I want… Baekhyunie’s sheets.’ You shoved him away, stumbling over nothing and falling onto his bed face first.
‘Y/N-ah…’ He sounded like he was about to scold you.
‘No. Baekhyunie’s sheets smell nice.’
‘The clean ones smell even nicer.’ He tried.
‘No. They don’t smell like oppa.’ You quipped, burying your nose in his pillow.
‘You like how oppa smells?’ He asked, lifting his eyebrows.
‘Yes. Comfy.’
‘Comfy?’
‘Yes. I like him. But he likes other type.’ You muttered in an injured tone.
‘Other type?’ He asked, sitting down on the bed next to you.
You ignored him at first, but he poked at your shoulder to get you to elaborate.
‘Mean skinny girls.’ You mumbled begrudgingly. ‘Not Y/N.’
‘You’re drunk. You should sleep,’ Baekhyun sighed, giving up on you.
He pulled the duvet from underneath your body to cover you with it. While he was busy tucking you in, you started sobbing.
‘Y/N? What is it, does anything hurt?’ He asked, voice growing alarmed from your sudden change of tune.
‘Why doesn’t oppa like me, though?’ You sniffled, hugging his pillow. ‘I know I’m not fun, but I like him so much…’
‘That’s just not true.’ He replied, stroking your hair gently. ‘Calm down. Sleep it off, and then we’ll talk, okay? Get comfortable, and I’ll take the couch.’
But you continued wetting his pillow with your drunken tears even more devotedly.
‘Are you gonna leave me alone? Is it because I’m not- You really don’t-’
‘Oh, Y/N…’
Baekhyun allowed you to tug him closer, basically lying down next to you. At once, you latched onto him, trading his pillow for his body without hesitation.
‘Don’t go,’ you bleated, holding onto him, head on his chest.
He sighed, arms slowly reciprocating your sudden embrace.
‘I’m not going anywhere, Y/N-ie. Oppa’s staying with you.’ He sounded reassuring, but you weren’t entirely convinced.
‘What if she comes again?’
‘No one will come.’
‘What if she does!’ You pressed.
‘Then I’ll tell her to go away. Because I like my Y/N-ie best,’ Baekhyun responded, and you could’ve only been more surprised if you were sober.
‘Me?’
‘Yes, you. Now, go to sleep, or I’ll relocate to the couch.’
‘No!’ With how sleepy you’d become, you were protesting to the latter rather than the former.
‘Shall I count to three?’
‘I’m asleep,’ you whispered, before adding in a tiny mischievous voice. ‘Oppa-yah.’
‘Tsk. Silly.’ He hummed softly, hugging you tighter.
It was warm and secure in Baekhyun’s arms. Comfy. You’d never dozed off so quickly and so peacefully.
***
The next morning was rough. No, it was brutal.
Took you several hours to simply wake up. On the first go, you couldn’t bring yourself to even open your eyes. It was still early, and your head hurt so much… Yelping like a puppy, you sank deeper into the sheets, breathing in more of the calming scent. Somehow, it lulled you right back to sleep.
The second time around though, you did fully wake. Although not for long: only long enough to notice a cup of water and a single pill that Baekhyun had already left for you on top of the nightstand. Taking a few gulps to wash it down, you dropped back and blacked out again.
By the third time you opened your eyes, the sun was so high in the sky that you could tell even though the curtains were closed. Your head was heavy, and your mouth tasted awful, but the headache was gone. Taking your time, you looked around the room, recalling how you got into, what you realized was, Baekhyun’s bed.
You sat up cautiously, rubbing your eyes to wake fully before noticing that your fingers were turning black.
‘Ah damn, my makeup!’ You cursed, nearly falling off the edge of the bed.
It was decided on the spot that you needed to move your bones to the bathroom before Baekhyun saw you in your hungover glory.
‘You just had to end up at his house,’ you gritted at yourself, walking to the bathroom door shakily.
Locking yourself in, you evaluated your appearance in the mirror.
‘Jesus Christ. My face is enormous!’
You almost cried. Did you have to look this awful? Surely, Baekhyun took notice of your extreme swelling and panda-inspired ruined mascara and left the bed as soon as possible.
‘Don’t go.’  Yesterday’s events were gradually coming back to you, brick by brick.
Did you beg him to stay in bed with you? He must have found you laughable. How could you even look him in the eye ever again?
You washed up as thoroughly as possible. As if any amount of face rubbing could decrease its puffiness to a bearable extent. Well, at least you got the remnants of your makeup off.
Unwilling to risk running into Baekhyun like this, you decided to be an audacious guest and use the shower, too. After all, you were sure you wouldn’t leave the apartment unnoticed. This way, you’d at least postpone the inevitable.
However, your oblivion only lasted long enough for you to finish up. Because as soon as you opened the door, you were met with the person you wanted to avoid at all costs.
‘God!’ You were startled and caught off guard.
‘It’s just me,’ Baekhyun shrugged, trying to ease the tension with a joke.
‘I- I’m sorry. For the inconvenience…s. I’ll be out of your hair in a second.’
You hurried to gather your things, but his hand prevented you from taking another step.
‘Why are you always fussing around?’ He asked, raising his eyebrows.
Unsure how to answer, you stayed silent. Baekhyun chuckled, thinking something to himself. Before you could ask what it was, he cleared his throat.
‘Let’s have breakfast. I made ramyeon; it’s great for hangovers.’
‘Uh- but-’
‘Do you have somewhere to be?’ He asked with an eye smile.
He was definitely amused. Probably because of your reprehensible performance yesterday.
‘Come on, you need to replenish your energy. Do you feel nauseous or dizzy?’
You muttered ‘no’ shyly, and he nodded.
‘Good. Let’s go then.’
While being dragged into the kitchen, you could only swear at yourself in your mind for your life choices.
‘I boiled a couple of eggs for you too. Do you want kimchi?’
You shook your head, frankly quite blown away by his forethought. He gave you a full bowl of noodles, placing the pot in the middle of the table.
‘Dig in.’
‘Thank you.’ Grabbing your chopsticks, you followed his suggestion.
Surprisingly, the ramyeon was spicy.
Slurping the noodles quickly, you realized how hungry you actually were. The bowl became empty in just a couple minutes.
‘Wow, I guess making four servings was the right choice,’ Baekhyun mused, removing the lid. ‘Have more.’
In the back of your mind, you still wondered why he made spicy ramyeon for you when he couldn’t eat spicy food that well himself.
Your second bowl went slower than the first, so you noticed how he observed you.
‘What?’ You asked, chewing on the egg.
‘Nothing,’ he smiled. ‘You’re eating well.’
You lowered your chopsticks, thinking about what he’d said. It was your first big and unhealthy meal this week, now that you were thinking of it. And maybe it was a good idea to slow down.
‘Why did you stop?’ Baekhyun asked, looking concerned.
Forcing out a small smile, you turned to him.
‘You’re right, I should cut down on it anyways.’
‘That’s not what I said,’ Baekhyun frowned, putting his chopsticks down. ‘But now I’ve come to think of it, that colleague of yours said something yesterday, too. That you drank on an empty stomach. Why?’
‘No reason,’ you mumbled, suddenly interested in the color of the broth.
He took his time inspecting your face, and you tried to ignore it.
‘Don’t tell me… Is it because of what she said?’
You dropped a chopstick you were still holding into your bowl with a loud clank, almost jumping out of your skin. How did he come to that conclusion? Were you that easy to figure out? Maybe you said something yesterday… What could that be?
‘I can literally read your thoughts on your face,’ Baekhyun sighed. ‘You really are silly, Y/N-ah…’
You pouted, saying nothing to this. Because you didn’t know what to say and also because you weren’t sure what he meant.
‘Hm. No one asked me, but… I like a girl with a healthy appetite,’ he said, tilting his head slightly to the side while his eyes kept watching you closely.
Meeting his gaze, you swallowed. The spicy ramyeon was making you sweat.
‘Makes me think she has a healthy appetite for everything. You know?’
Turning crimson, you bit down on your lower lip.
‘Now, you decide whose opinion resonates with you,’ Baekhyun added lightheartedly, returning to his meal as if nothing happened. ‘Wah, should’ve added cheese to it…’
Reluctantly, you picked up your chopsticks.
‘Can’t let it get soggy,’ you said unintelligibly.
Baekhyun gurgled out a laugh before slurping more of his noodles.
The day went by unfathomably fast since you had only finished your ‘breakfast’ in the late afternoon. Your neighbor’s hospitality made you feel at home (as usual), and you were already used to hanging out in his apartment for hours. And although you were too embarrassed to even think of looking Baekhyun in the eye, it had all cleared up somehow. He even managed to seduce you into staying for a few hours longer.
Most of that time you spent chilling on the couch, reducing his lemon ice-cream stock while he played video games. Which you enjoyed watching, actually. Despite having no clue about how to play them or what the goal was, you liked to be around when he played. He always seemed so focused and relaxed at the same time. You could tell that he was good at it, and he always made sure to win whenever you were watching.
However, by the time he was done, you noticed it was pretty late already.
‘Damn, I’m overstaying my welcome by far. You’re a perfect host,’ you chuckled sheepishly, scrambling off the couch to head to his bedroom to change back into your clothes and go home.
‘You can stay as long as you like. I don’t mind,’ Baekhyun murmured, following in your steps.
‘I can’t stay in your apartment forever, can I?’ You mused, turning to face him.
‘Can’t you?’ He deadpanned, approaching you steadily.
You searched his face in puzzlement, and he didn’t stop moving closer until there was less than half an arm’s length between your bodies.
‘What if you do?’ He asked softly, backing you into the wardrobe door. ‘You wanted oppa to stay with you yesterday. Aren’t you going to return the favor?’
He was referring to your drunken ravings, you were sure. Your cheeks heated up, and you swallowed to soothe your dry throat. Baekhyun was so close, and you had to hold yourself back to keep your hands off of him, his messy hair, broad shoulders, and loose sweats.
‘I wonder if you only said that because you were inebriated… Or…’ He trailed off, leaning on the door behind you.
‘Stop…’ You whispered, unable to withstand his slow seduction.
Baekhyun paused, a breath away from your face, and straightened up slightly, allowing more space between you.
‘… beating around the bush.’ You finished, firmer this time, and looked up at him.
There was no need to ask him to do anything. He pressed his lips to yours with zero hesitation, and you were ready to welcome his initiative. Sliding your palms up his arms, you squeezed and hugged his shoulders, using them for balance. Baekhyun’s hands pulled you closer until your body was flat against his, and you could feel the heat of his skin on yours through the fabric of your (actually, his) shirt.
He groaned into the kiss as you slipped one hand under his clothes to trace your fingers from his lower back. The muscles flexed under your touch, and you felt more pressure against your chest. He pushed you into his body firmly, and you couldn’t think of anything but how much you wanted this to be skin-to-skin contact.
Baekhyun, as if reading your mind, backed away just to allow you to roll his shirt up and get it off. Your eyes examined his bare waist greedily, memorizing each line and each mole. He interrupted you by occupying your mouth again, and you let him do as he pleased, trailing your palms down his chest. Happy to investigate, you allowed your fingers to wander around everywhere, exploring his beautiful body.
As your hands reached his lower abdomen, however, you were interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone in his pants pocket.
‘Damn it.’ He cursed under his breath, almost pissed off by the unnecessary pause. ‘Hold that thought.’
He looked at the screen and sighed, seeing that the number was unknown.
‘Yes, hello?’ He responded, voice mildly annoyed.
Someone spoke on the other end, and he frowned.
‘Who is this?’
Baekhyun fell silent for a couple seconds and then rolled his eyes.
‘How did you get my number?’
The caller’s voice was faint, but it seemed familiar… Was it that woman again?
Suddenly, you were straining your ears to hear what she was saying.
‘…couldn’t enter, and I brought dinner for us!’
She did what?!
You looked at Baekhyun, who stepped away and turned his back to you.
‘I’m not sure why you thought it was a good idea. But I did blacklist you in my apartment complex because you enjoy invading my privacy.’
At least your neighbor didn’t want her here; that was a relief. What bothered you was that he was still on the phone with her. In his bedroom, half-naked, and with you on hold. In your mind, this wasn’t at all an ideal scenario.
And tonight, you were in the mood to make it known.
So, you crawled into bed and took his shirt off, crumpling it into a ball of fabric and throwing it at his back. Baekhyun turned around, finding the item on the floor and staring at it momentarily. His eyes darted up to discover that you were in his bed, almost fully naked, with just the blanket held up to your chest covering you. His tense expression promptly changed into one of playful anticipation.
‘Um- I’m busy right now. Please go home and don’t bother me again. Bye.’
He said the last word with his knee on the bed, and you snatched his phone out of his hand as soon as he ended the call. Picking up exactly where you’d left off, you resumed kissing, only to be interrupted by the buzz of his phone on the pillow again. You growled in irritation.
‘Let me block her.’ Baekhyun said, kissing your neck while reaching for the device.
But you grabbed it first.
‘Are you desperate, or is your hearing impaired? Stop calling him.’
Ending it before she could say anything, you quickly blocked the number, switched the sound off, and got rid of his phone. Turning back, you noticed Baekhyun’s unyielding gaze.
‘What?’ You barked.
‘Nothing,’ he shook his head, seemingly holding back a smile. ‘I’m just surprised.’
‘By?’
‘How vicious you are when you’re jealous. In a sexy kind of way.’
You huffed, reasoning with him like a five-year-old would.
‘I’m not jealous! She can’t set foot in the area, and I freaking live next door.’
‘Right.’
His teasing tone made you even more determined, so you pushed him down to lie on his back, and got on top.
‘What do I need to be jealous of? I got you right here.’
‘Oh yeah, you got me good.’
Spurred on further, you narrowed your eyes at your mildly infuriating neighbor before finding his pants and ripping them off of him. Just to realize that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
Meanwhile, Baekhyun wasn’t at all fazed by your brazen actions. In fact, he was noticeably aroused by them, which you could tell from the way he watched you with half-lidded eyes.
‘Now what?’ He asked, still lying down comfortably and enjoying the show. ‘Gonna ride me raw?’
‘Yes.’ You shot out without thinking, earning an eyebrow raise from him, and settled on his thighs. ‘Gonna keep mocking me?’
‘Yes.’ He mirrored, long fingers traveling up your thighs to get a good hold of your hips and push you down slightly.
The friction between your bodies made him hiss, the thin and slightly damp fabric of your panties grazing over his bare cock.
‘Shit, Y/N.’
It was finally your turn to be smug.
‘I thought you didn’t swear in front of ladies?’
He let out a short laugh, letting you know he was onto you.
‘I actually swear a lot,’ he admitted, smirking at you as he continued. ‘When I’m angry, when I’m surprised… When I really wanna fuck Y/N.’
You dragged your hips over his in retaliation, causing him to grunt. His hands made your movements more confident and consistent, and you could feel the glide of his skin with your core as you moved back and forth. It was pleasant, but you knew it would be much better without that last layer between you.
While you were thinking it through, Baekhyun’s eyes were glued to your body. One of his hands reached for your breast to squeeze lightly, testing your sensitivity, and you put your palm on top of it to ensure he wouldn’t retract.
‘You’re so… soft,’ he stated, chest flailing. ‘Does it hurt?’
‘No. My breasts aren’t overly sensitive to that type of touch. Ow!’ You instantly reacted when he pinched you.
‘Your nipples seem sensitive to me,’ he hummed, tugging you close enough to kiss your exposed nub quickly. ‘What type of touch, though… Maybe this?’
A quick lick made you whine, startled by the explosion of warmth in your lower belly. However, Baekhyun quickly caught on to your reactions, so he opted to suck your perky nipple into his mouth to fondle it gently. You shivered, fingers diving into his hair and pulling at the roots.
‘Mm, Baekhyun-n-’ He ignored your cry, tongue still swirling around the tiny area while his eyes studied your face. ‘God- damn you.’
He released it slowly, licking his sufficiently wet lips afterward.
‘Shall I move on to the other one?’ He inquired with a ghost of a smile on his face, noting how quickly he was making you disintegrate with simple petting.
‘Wait!’ You pressed on his chest to have him lie back.
The further delay seemed impossible. Reaching down, you quickly moved your panties out of the way and pressed the tip of his fully hard cock to your leaking entrance. Your fingers were instantly slick with your own arousal, and Baekhyun could only groan as he slipped inside you effortlessly. His hips jerked voluntarily, and you yelped at the intense yet welcomed sensation.
‘Sorry… Couldn’t help it.’ Your lover’s hand patted your thigh apologetically, and you shook your head.
‘Just- give me a second,’ you muttered, clenching down on him. ‘It’s been a while…’
He stroked your thigh up and down for a bit, probably reining his desires in. You could feel the twitch of his length in a tight lock of your walls.
Seeing something in your eyes, Baekhyun moved to sit up with you still in his lap. You met him halfway, finding his lips already waiting for yours. The kiss was deep and slow, accompanied by the caress of his hands on your back and waist. You were so consumed by it that you didn’t even notice when your hips started rocking.
But your hunger grew exponentially, and just minutes later the leisured pace couldn’t keep you satisfied anymore.
‘Baekhyun,’ you whined, too overwhelmed and loved-up in your chase after pleasure.
Holding on to his firm shoulders, you threw your head back. He continued pressing kisses into the damp skin of your chest, kneading your ass with one of his hands simultaneously. The position wasn’t the most convenient, but the affection you received was worth every strain on your muscles.
‘Baekhyun, please…’ You sobbed the anticipation building and slipping out of grasp again.
Somehow, he understood what your plea implied. It was time for him to take charge, and you were ready to give him the opportunity to do so.
And it seemed like he was only waiting for the opening.
Your partner was quick to fling you onto the bed. Before you knew it, your panties were on the floor, and he was between your legs, spreading them wider. His first thrust made you whimper with its steadiness and intensity, and so did the second and the third.
‘I got you, baby.’ His voice seemed lower, void of teasing now and laced with fondness and passion.
‘Mmh-’ You arched your back, thighs quivering in pleasure around his middle.
‘Fuck,’ he swore, enduring your tightness and going hard to bring you to your release as fast as possible. ‘Fuck, Y/N-ie…’
‘B-Baekhyun…’ You hiccupped while he reached the spots inside you that made your eyes roll backward. ‘I’m close…’
Your hand slipped down his sweaty back, and the pounding became so precise that you felt tears prick your eyes.
‘Mm-baby, you need to come,’ Baekhyun growled into your ear, breathing heavily. ‘You’re too fucking tight.’
Shrieking as if in pain, you clawed at his shoulder to keep him in place, still teetering on the edge of your release.
‘Ah- yes, yes,’ You cried out as he gave you his all, bottoming out each time, sweat running down his face. ‘Baekhyun!’
His hold on you became rigid while you writhed through your high. He slowed down and kept jerking his hips forward to allow you to milk every drop of your pleasure until you couldn’t take it anymore. Both of your breathing was loud and labored, and it took you some time to be fully reinstated in reality. Slowly, the sensory feedback deciphered, and you noticed how sweaty you were. It was also still slick and swollen between your legs. In fact, you seemed to all be covered in bodily fluids, but that couldn’t detract from your level of satisfaction.
‘Wow,’ you heard Baekhyun say from beside you. ‘I really risked it all for this. Hey, was it worth it?’
You blinked at him several times, brain too slow to catch his meaning.
‘Your orgasm,’ he added, snorting at your absentmindedness. ‘I barely managed to pull out on time.’
Smiling weakly at his statement, you licked your dry lips.
‘I’m glad you have so much more willpower than me…’ You flinched as he wiped his cum off your lower belly before pulling the covers over you.
‘What willpower? I’ve never had so little.’ Baekhyun hummed, moving closer to you and invading your pillow. ‘I don’t have sex without condoms. And I generally last longer, but you almost made me bust a nut before you.’
‘Oh damn, I feel special,’ you chuckled, loving how his fingers caressed your face while brushing your hair back.
‘You are, Y/N-ie,’ he murmured, leaning in and kissing you. ‘I assume round two is for later?’
‘Later??’
‘I’ll give you till morning,’ he suggested playfully.
‘I need to shower first. And rest.’
‘Why do all that when you can just come again?’
‘Stop talking like that, or I will marry you.’ You fired at him, squirming under the influence of his affectionate touching.
‘Great thinking. Then I won’t have to pull out.’
You gasped, causing him to laugh.
‘It’s alright. We’re only a bit too young to become parents. But you know, my hyung was younger than me when he became a father. That was by accident, though.’ He paused for a second. ‘Come to think of it, I’m not a big expert on pulling out, so who knows how it’s gonna-’
‘Baekhyun?’
‘Hm?’
‘Shut up.’
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A/N: Okay, here goes!! Just another installment left to finish this mini-series, how are we feeling?? Hehe As usual, big thanks for your messages and comments, I appreciate all of the feedback from you my darlings💜💜💜
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Scully was in the office, catching up on some paperwork while Mulder was at the dentist. He had asked her yesterday, sheepishly, if she could drive him home after his root canal. It was so like Mulder to ask her last minute, but since it was during the workday, she didn’t have any other plans. Scully timed it so she would arrive at the dentist around the time Mulder finished up and was in recovery. He told her he was getting nitrous oxide and might be a little loopy after the procedure.
After she checked in with the receptionist, a cheerful nurse escorted her to Mulder. “Your husband’s been asking for you,” the nurse commented over her shoulder as she led Scully down the hallway.
Scully opened her mouth to correct the nurse, but then thought better of it. Most of the time, her protestations fell on deaf ears. When her and Mulder first started working together, those comments were weird, but now when someone mistook them for a couple, Scully got a little thrill, which usually turned to disappointment pretty quickly. It was what she wanted but knew she couldn’t have, so she just ignored the comments.
Mulder was in the recovery room, reclined in a leather chair, with a dazed look on his face. When he spotted Scully, he gave her a big smile. Well, as big of a smile as he could manage with a mouth full of gauze. Despite herself, Scully could feel her heart skip a beat. She knew it was the drugs, but seeing how happy Mulder looked when she walked in filled her with warmth.
“Scully!” he exclaimed; her name slightly garbled.
She made her way to his side and sat down in the small chair next to him.
“You made it!” he mumbled.
“Well, I said I would be here. It’s time to go home soon," Scully said slowly, like she was speaking to a child.
He stared deep into her eyes, his gaze a thousand yards. “You’re so pretty. You’re the prettiest princess in the castle.”
Scully wrinkled her nose. “Princess, Mulder?” She wasn’t even into princesses as a little girl and certainly not now as an adult.
Mulder appeared deep in thought and then exclaimed, “The most beautiful president America has ever elected!”
Scully had to hold back a laugh. “Yes, that’s better, Mulder, thank you.”
He kept going, “The smartest Supreme Court justice on the bench!”
This time Scully had to turn away so she could hide her laugh as a cough. She patted his shoulder, “Okay, Mulder, that’s enough for today.”
Luckily, at that moment the nurse came in with a wheelchair to take Mulder out to the car. He insisted on holding Scully’s hand during the trip through the hallway. The nurse smiled at them, still thinking they were a married couple.
“I can tell he really loves you,” she said.
Scully’s mouth dropped open, while the nurse kept going, “Some people aren’t that nice when their inhibitions are lowered. But your husband couldn’t stop talking about you and complimenting you. You're a lucky lady," she said with a wink.
A wave of affection swept through Scully. She looked down at Mulder, who seemed ready to fall asleep, and squeezed his hand. Even though his eyes were mostly closed, he still smiled and squeezed her hand back. Oh boy, was Scully in trouble now. She had been in love with him for some time now but seeing him act so sweet and happy towards her was making all her buried feelings rush to the surface in an overwhelming swarm of emotion.
Scully drove Mulder to his apartment and decided to wait around for the nitrous oxide to wear off. Who knew what kind of hijinks he would get up to without her supervision? Plus, she wanted to spend time with him and try to figure him out. In the span of a few minutes, Mulder called her smart and beautiful and whatever else he said to the nurse. Did he really think those things? Could he have feelings for her? She hoped so, because each day it was becoming harder and harder for her to hide her own feelings.
Scully let Mulder doze on his couch for a few hours, while she puttered around his place. When he finally started stirring, she brought him over a glass of water and ibuprofen since the dentist said he might experience some pain after the procedure. Mulder woke up fully and smiled at her, the same way he did earlier that day.
“How are you feeling?” Scully asked.
“Kinda tired,” he answered. “And my mouth hurts a little.”
“There’s some ibuprofen for you,” Scully pointed out and Mulder took the tablets and drank half the glass of water.
“So, I didn't say anything embarrassing earlier, did I?” Mulder asked, setting the cup back on the coffee table.
“Not really,” Scully answered, trying to hide a smile.
Mulder looked skeptical, a rare expression for him. “‘Not really’? What did I say?”
“Just that you thought I should be president. And a Supreme Court justice,” she said with a chuckle.
“Oh, is that all?” Mulder snorted, laying back on the couch. “I think just one of those jobs is more than enough. Not that I don't think you're capable, Scully.”
After a minute, he looked over at her to confirm: “So, nothing else?”
Scully decided to take a chance and said, “Well, you told the nurse that you loved me.”
Mulder shot up like a bullet. “What?!”
Scully doubled over laughing, not trying to hide it this time. “Relax, Mulder. I know it was the drugs.”
He still looked nervous. After a pause, he asked, “What if it wasn’t?’
Scully abruptly stopped laughing. “Wasn’t what?” she asked.
“Wasn’t the drugs,” Mulder responded, finally making eye contact.
“Are you being serious?”
“Well, it shouldn't be that suprising. it’s not the first time I’ve told you that,” he said.
“Yes, but you had a head injury that time,” Scully insisted. "And this time you were under the influence of nitrous oxide."
“It doesn’t mean it’s not true. And it’s a lot more than I’ve gotten from you,” Mulder pointed out. “You’ve never said anything, so I wasn’t sure…” he trailed off, looking apprehensive about what she was going to say.
Mulder was right. It wasn’t fair that she was so good at hiding her feelings that he was afraid to take a risk and tell her how he felt. Though, she thought that she had given him plenty of hints along the way. Scully got up to sit next to Mulder on the couch.
“You’re right,” she said. “I’m not good with words… and expressing things. I’m better at showing them.” Scully turned to Mulder, ready to kiss him and hoping that would convey her feelings.
As soon as she got close, Mulder leapt back. Scully was a little annoyed at the rejection.
“My mouth,” Mulder said, bringing his hand up to cover his face. “I don’t think this is a good time for a first kiss.”
Scully shook her head and laughed. Naturally, they had terrible timing. “Rain check?” she asked, starting to stand up from the couch.
Mulder tugged her back down next to him. “Where are you going? Just because we can’t kiss doesn’t mean there aren’t other things we can do.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
“Mulder!” she exclaimed, surprised at his forwardness.
He started cracking up at her outrage. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he insisted. “Unless…?”
She shoved him playfully and stood up. “I’m going home. We’ll talk once your mouth is healed,” she said with a smirk.
Mulder flopped back dramatically on the couch. “I don’t think I can wait that long.”
And he didn't have to - she came back later that night.
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whocaresstillthelouvre · 5 months ago
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WIP Wednesday Thursday Friday
Thank you for the tags @whocaresstillthelouvre (lol I just tagged myself, that's where my brain is today.) ANYWAYS, thank you for the tags @magpiepills and @sawymredfox
I have a loose idea for 2000's house party shenanigans and meeting Frankie Morales (shout out to the camp Discord) before the cops break up the party. I'm going to take A LOT of inspo from the shenanigans @ohheypedrito and I shared from our early/late teens. Like a ton of indie kids hanging out listening to good music, getting high and getting drunk. HOW DID WE SURVIVE MARISSA?!
Three drinks in. Your limbs hang looser, your smile beams wider. You feel good. It’s been a long week, work has been awful, your roommates are somehow even more annoying, not to mention the damn parking ticket you got yesterday.... you need this night.   You can’t keep your eyes off of the tan skinned, espresso eyed man across the table, he’s here with some guys you’ve never met… all friendly, all attractive, all talkative, besides him. He nurses a red Solo cup most of the night, occasionally taking a hit of the joint he passes around with his friend, also brown eyed and cute.  “Hey!” you shout over the music, your bravery strengthened by the alcohol buzzing inside you, “can I have a hit?” His eyes meet yours when he reaches the joint out to you, your breath hitches when you notice how thick his fingers are wrapped around the cigarette.
I'm also working on my entry for @burntheedges' trope challenge. The biggest, gushiest thank you to @maggiemayhemnj for giving me this cabin idea for Joel and reader.
“Nervous flyer?” you ask. “You could say that,” he grumbles. “Never liked giving up control of my life to someone I don’t know.” “I understand that, but this happens to millions of people a day, you only hear about the bad.” “I get that,” he chuckles, quickly stopping as the plane begins to roll on the tarmac. “Still don’t have to like it.”  “Well, I fly all the time, I’m sure everything will go smoothly.”  “Here’s hoping,” he sighs, sinking deeper into the seat. 
THEN THIRD. I'm also working on the follow up to Golden Girl.
You don’t know if it was the exhaustion of your marriage ending or Dieter’s body against yours, but you haven’t slept that well in years. You gently back away and watch him rest. Fluffy, tousled hair spreads across the pillow, his parted plush lips gently percolate out snores, the lines across his face are much gentler and relaxed in his slumber. The sunlight peeking through the curtain lights a strip across his face that turns his skin golden and dark hair almost hazel. You usually don’t allow yourself to look at him, constantly fighting the pull you’ve always had towards him. That night in the dive bar, kissing his whiskey soaked lips, the deep rumble of laughter left against your lips when you pulled away. You could have had him, and yet you were too enamored by his handsome blue eyed friend who said all the things you wanted to hear a man tell you. Warren was always good at saying everything you wanted to hear, even when half of the time he was lying. You feel so idiotic.
As for tags, I'm *SO* late but I'm still going to tag, if you've posted, please tag me so I can swoon over your writing.
@mothandpidgeon, @justagalwhowrites, @yopossum, @luxurychristmaspudding, @schnarfer
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rrenzwrld · 2 years ago
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mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe
in which connie is a famous basketball player who has a secret baby with his best friend
part one of part five! had to split it up because it was getting kinda long but i hope you enjoy! <3 read part four here
@beautifulalienslimecroissant @iiilovemilfs @neptunes1nterweb @yourrfavzxri
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The next day, I was really appreciating Layla for staying over because she was able to help take care of Celest while I was as work. When I got home and got settled in, my brother Trent came over. Trent was my older brother by four years but we were so close. Ever since I was young, he was my protector. Since he and his girlfriend have an apartment close to where I live, he makes his way over to see Celest and I almost everyday.
“Hey~” I tried to greet him as I let him in but he pushed me out the way
“Move, bitch!” and made a quick beeline over to his niece, who was sitting playing with dolls on the floor with Layla. I giggled to myself as I shut the door behind him. Trent loved Celest and I didn’t know if it was because she’s his first niece or because of the story behind why she’s here.
“CeeCee~” He cooed as he started to pluck her from the floor until Layla stopped him
“Aht! Put my baby down.” He looked down at her like she said something crazy.
“The fuck you talkin bout? This my baby.” He tickled her all over her tiny body, which sent her into fits of laughter.
“Oh I’ll be damned.” Layla stands up and reached for Celest and Trent turned away. They did this everytime they were at my house at the same time. Celest didn’t seem to mind because as long as she was entertained, she was satisfied.
My phone started to ring which caused Trent and Layla to stop their playful bickering and looked my way.
“Who is it?” Layla whispered as if I answered the phone already. The both of them walked up to me, surrounding me and the phone I had in my hands that was ringing with Connie’s contact.
“Connie?” Trent was visibly confused so that’s when I forgot to tell him all about meeting Connie again again yesterday. “The hell?” He whispered more to himself than to me.
“Don’t cuss in front of my baby— Hello?” I waved the both of them off and walked into another room.
“Hey, Chy’anne. How are you today?”
“Uh.. I’m doing pretty good. I forgot you had my number.”
“Yeah, I was scared to call you lowkey. Didn’t know if you were busy or anything.” I could hear the hint of nerves in his voice but I wondered why. I was definitely more nervous than he was. It’s been 2 years since I’ve talked to this man at all let alone over the phone and what I was hiding still twisted my insides.
“No.. no, I’m not busy. I just got off work not too long ago.”
“Oh? Where you work at?” I wondered where this conversation was going if it was going anywhere at all.
“At a design company..” I trailed.
“Cool cool, that’s wassup. Hey listen, I hope this isn’t like, last minute for you or anything but I was tryin to see if you wanted to come out with me for dinner later,” My heart dropped to my chest. This was the last thing I imagined happening so quickly. I looked back into the living room from where I was to see Layla and Trent on the floor with Celest, feeding her Cheetos. “I understand if you say no because of your daughter and everything but you can bring her, I don’t mind it or anything.”
“Um.. sure! Sure, that’s fine. What did you have in mind?”
“The, uh.. Mexican restaurant down the street from the mall.”
I nodded as if he could see me. “Alright, yeah. Yeah, that’s fine. What time?”
“Damn, um.. is 7 good?”
“7 is great! See you then.” I hung up so goddamn fast, I didn’t even know if he said anything else.
As soon as I was finished, I came and sat down on the couch in the living room with Trent, Layla, and Celest.
“Soooo what he want?”
“He wants to take me and Celest out to dinner tonight.” Layla did all the squealing for me. It was if she was more excited than I was.
“See? He still like you girl!”
“What the fuck is goin on? You talkin to Connie again? You ain’t speak to that nigga in 2 years.” Trent laughed.
I rolled my eyes. “I know, but—“
“We went to the Titan’s game yesterday and they talked and everything!”
“Oh shit, I forgot he went pro…” I didn’t. In fact, I didn’t even want to remember because the year he got drafted I found out I was pregnant with Celest. I couldn’t even bring myself to watch the draft on tv with everyone else when it happened.
“Yeah…”
“He pickin you up??” I didn’t stick around on the phone long enough to ask.
I shrugged as I looked at my nails. “I don’t know.”
“Shit he better be pickin y’all up. He the one that invited you out.” Trent did have a point. Him being the most honest sibling I had was useful.
“C’mere, baby,” Layla held onto Celest’s little hand as they stood up. “We gonna go take a bath. You goin out with daddy~” Trent and I glanced at each other as we watched them walk down the hall.
“You didn’t tell him, did you?”
I looked down in shame. I really did not need anyone else telling me how bad of a person I am.
“You know you got to now, right?” I nodded. “But if that nigga on some crazy shit, I gotchu alright?” He held his hand out so I could dap him up.
“Thank you, T.”
After Trent and Layla helped Celest and I get ready, I texted Connie the address and within minutes he said he was on his way. I assumed that he was probably already in the area.
“You ready~” Layla teased as Celest sat in her lap happily.
“No.” I was being honest. My heart was jumping out my chest and the fact that I was dressed all nice for a dude that was supposed to be my baby daddy but he didn’t know that he was my baby daddy was making me feel worse.
“Well, you best get ready.” I was the only one nervous in this situation. Celest played happily not even really aware of what’s going on and all Connie knew was that he was gonna pick up his estranged best friend and her cute lil daughter.
“Bitch you didn’t even do my baby’s hair!” I noticed that Celest’s hair was all over the place and needed to be brushed at least. I went to the bathroom to get hair products and stuff to start brushing up Celest’s hair into two small braided buns.
“Girl,” Layla laughed at my anxiety. “You runnin around like a chicken with your head cut off for what? A man who don’t even know who—“ There was a knock on the door.
“Can you get that for me, T?” I finished Celest’s hair just in time. “All done!” Celest jumped out my lap as she copied the phrase all cutely. Trent opened the door and Connie was there in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. But they weren’t fancy dinner type flowers, they gave off the simple floral collage vibe with lightly colored daisies, roses, and sunflowers. It was beautiful.
As the guys do, Connie and Trent had their little reunion but I didn’t mind because they really hadn’t seen each other in a while and that was my fault.
“Aww, he bought you flowers!” Layla exclaimed excitedly, which made Celeste jump up in excitement too.
“For the pretty girls.” He smiled as he handed the beautiful bouquet to me. Being a celebrity and all, I thought he’d be dressed down in a suit with blinged out jewelry to show off but he was dressed casually but you knew he was taking things seriously.
“C, you wanna say hello?” By this time, she was clung to my leg because she wasn’t familiar with the man in front of her.
“Hey pretty girl!” Connie kneeled down so he could talk to her properly. “I’m Connie, what’s your name?” Layla, Trent, and I were looking at each other because the two of them was completely unknown to the circumstance. Celest answered his question the best way she could
“I’m a pretty girl, why didn’t I get any flowers? I’m sure you have enough NBA money to go around.”
“Layla shut up and let them have their moment.”
“You got her car seat and stuff?” I nodded before going to Celest’s room and bringing her carseat to the front. Luckily I thought to clean it yesterday. Trent had already brought her diaper bag full of everything else. “I gotchu.” Connie took the carseat from my hands and was taking it to the car. Celest and I said our goodbyes as we walked outside.
“Have fun, girlie!”
“Y’all lock up before you leave.” Trent and Layla were the only people I trusted with a key to my house. But with that, we were on our way.
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brighttears · 8 months ago
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Cleardune Chapter 5: What You Do to Me
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Joel Miler x f!reader
no physical description, no use of y/n
Summary: Joel fulfills his promise of meeting you at the bar this morning, and he both wins the hearts of the regulars in the saloon (plus yours), and meets your father, though the exchange is short and effectively meaningless. Finding yourself off of work early, you agree to Joel’s request of meeting him in his room at Stowie’s. He asks you to dance, and it ends in a lot more than that. 
Word count: 5.1k
Warnings: smut smut smut, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, lotsa praise, finger sucking, pet names (darling, pretty thing, pretty girl, honey, baby, my girl)
A/n: some real tender loving in this chapter. 3k words of it is smut. What can i say!!!
Series masterlist
You awake with mixed feelings, a wisp of dread rising with you from the conversation at the bar, but you pass your fingers over your lips at the memory of Joel’s and the words you shared later in the night. There’s a jump in your chest at both, the butterflies confused with themselves. 
With a huff, you stand, deciding that nothing is promised but his seat at the bar today—that’s all you’ve got, so that’s what you’ll take. And just like that, a smile is back on your face as he slides into his seat in front of you. 
“Sleep well?” He asks with a smile just as bright. 
“Like a rock. How about you?”
He nods, “Didn’t move an inch until after sunrise.” 
You nod back. “Think we both needed that.”
“You can say again. You were straight outta gas yesterday. Can’t say I felt much better.”
“Mhm.” You nod, then pushing the dreary bits of yesterday out of your head by remembering that here he is now, with that glorious smile aimed right at you. 
After a moment of just smiles, he leans in. “Say, you think you’ll get off early today?” 
You shrug. “Hope so.”
“Well, if you do,” he cocks his head towards the door, “why don’t you take a walk. I’ll come find you.”
Slowly, you grow a grin. “I will.” 
“Alright.” He leans back and taps the bar absently with a boyish grin if his own. “Til then, though,” he leans back in, “mind if I keep bothering you for a little while longer?”
“Not at all.” You smile back, “In fact I’d very much like that.”
“Good,” he adjusts himself into a comfortable position before starting, “cause I have a story I meant to tell you about a horse I met out East.”
Soon enough, he’s caught the ear of everyone else in the room, even the pianist, and the saloon is alive with laughter over Joel’s story about a stallion he met on a ranch back East who would buck off everyone except women. Your face is hurting behind the bar, both from laughing and simply being unable to stop smiling, watching the way he gestures as he talks, watching the joy he’s bringing to all these faces, and by the time he’s done, you’re absolutely smitten.
At the sound of creaking steps, every head that knows who’s coming turns with falling smiles as your father shows his face. 
“What’s all this racket?” He grumbles, barely bothering to look up as he enters the saloon. 
After a pause, James Brooks, the man who moved to town only a year ago and has therefore only heard stories of the hurricane that your father used to be, speaks up. “Just enjoying a story that the new feller in town had to tell.”
Joel offers a friendly smile, “Name’s Joel Miller, good to meet you. Gotta say, this is the nicest saloon I’ve seen in a while.” You’re not sure if that’s even true, but you silently applaud his affable choice for his first encounter with your father. 
“Welcome to Cleardune.” He greets Joel halfheartedly as he makes his way behind the bar. Then, as if he just doesn’t want you in such a bright room, he tells you as he passes, “Done for the day. Dishes and floors.” You nod, knowing that you cleaned the floors just a couple days ago, but still happy to have the rest of the day to yourself. As he turns away to find a rag to shove in his back pocket, you look at Joel, catching him watching for your father to have his back turned before cocking his head towards the door, mouthing “Stowie’s”. You read his message, telling you to meet him at the inn when you get the chance, then nod once before rounding the corner of the bar to head upstairs. 
With only half of the chores Pa asked you needing to be done, you force yourself to stall, desultorily sweeping the clean floor. When you can’t stand it anymore, you straighten yourself up in the mirror, then bound back down the steps into the saloon.
“I’ve finished my chores, Pa—Winona’s asked me to help her a bit, so I’ll be out for the day, but dinner will be on time, promise.” You say as you pass through, not waiting for a reply, knowing he won’t give a damn as long the meal isn’t late. 
“Hey, Winona,” you greet her as you enter the inn, no longer caring that she knows you’re coming to see Joel.
“Afternoon, honey pie.” She smiles back, though you catch a smirk and teasing edge in her voice. 
As soon as your steps come to his door, as if listening for them, Joel swings the door open, a grin on his face. “Long time no see, darlin’. Come on in.”
With a wide smile stuck on your face, you stroll in, leaning against the door after closing it behind you, hands clasped behind your back. The butterflies in your stomach seem to be loyal to Joel, waking to dance at his presence. 
After a pause, Joel suddenly breaks the silence, looking you up and down through half lidded eyes, ghosting a smirk. “When’s the last time someone asked you for a dance, darlin’?” This gets you so bashful that you can’t help but hide in a look to the floor. 
“Not since I was a girl.”
“Really? That long, this pretty thing hasn’t gotten asked to dance?”
“Really.” You confirm, looking up with a shy smile. 
“Well then,” he tilts his head back, putting his hands on his hips before taking slow steps to you, “I guess I outta fix that.” Smirking, he bows slightly and offers his hand, “Bless me with a dance, darlin’?” 
Caught, you stand for a moment, swarmed with that feeling of love and adoration, devotion and reverence, peace, warmth, safety. Newly, too, is confidence and self assurance. As you place your hand in his and he pulls you to him, shifting your hand up with his, the other resting on your waist, you get that feeling of being at home.
“But there’s no music,” you say quietly, as if you thought it mattered, still stuck in the love that feels like it's seeping from your very pores. 
“Don’t need any. Just thought it’d be nice to hold you like this.” He replies just as quiet, a serene smile on his lips as he starts to guide you into a slow waltz. 
Humming in response, you try to bring some focus to your feet, genuinely out of practice with it, but within ten seconds you’ve already stepped on his feet twice. Like it happens so often, embarrassment barely has time to rear its head before Joel chuckles it silent, offering, “Here, go on n’ just step your toes on mine. I’ll guide you.” Though unsure, you follow his suggestion, placing just the tips of your feet on his. You're immediately relieved by the repositioning, both because you don’t have to worry about your clumsiness, and because it brings your bodies naturally closer, now almost cheek to cheek with his arm around your waist, hand resting comfortably in his. 
For a long time, you stay like this, the only sound your breaths and the quiet creaks of the floorboards as Joel waltzes you in his arms, measured, soothing, endeared. 
“You’re so special.” Joel drawls, breaking the silence in almost a mumble, though you’re close enough to hear it clearly and have it crystalize in your mind and memory and carve into the surface of your heart. “Swear, never met a woman who made me feel like this.” In the pause, you smile, but his next words tack a fracture into it. “Kinda scares the shit out of me, pardon my language.”
Quitely, you question, “Scares you? Why?”
“Feel like I don’t have much control sometimes, when I’m with you.” He replies, and in his voice is a subtle but noticeable glint of vulnerability. “Like that kiss.”
“Well, I liked the kiss.”
“But what if you didn’t?”
“Well, doesn't matter much now, does it?” You counter softly.
“Guess not.” He pauses, then lilts, “Still.”
It makes you pull back to look at him, toes still resting on his as you regard his face, trying to pick out subtleties to add to your Joel Miller dictionary. “I scare you?” You question further, a tad concerned. Fear is towards the bottom of the list of feelings you aim to bring out of him. Also, what could you have done to make him scared? All you’ve done is be at his mercy, predominantly in an emotional sense, but it’s not like you’ve ever thrown yourself at him.  
“Not you darlin’,” he chuckles, “one of the things I like about you is that you wouldn’t hurt a fly. It’s just what you do to me that scares me.”
“What I do to you?” The sentiment is admittedly thrilling, though vague.
“Like I said, make me feel like… I dunno. Sometimes it’s like I don’t know up from down when I’m with you.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Guess I don’t really, either. Doesn’t matter much right now, though, does it, so long as my feet know up from down.” He whispers with a smirk. 
“I think you’re doing a fine job.” A smile rises to your lips, and you admit, “You make me feel like I’m just floating.”
“Do I, now?”
“Yes you do, Joel Miller.”
In the pause, he cracks into a small grin, cheeks appleing. “Well, you do too, darlin’. Didn’t mean to make it sound like all you do is scare me.” He pauses, studying your face, and then his voice comes out soft as silk, “You make me feel… like nothin’ else matters. The past, the future, nothin’. Don’t think about nothin’ else but you when I’m with you.”
“Really?” Rapted, hearing that you’re not the only one so taken by the other, it comes out in almost just a breath. 
“Really.” He nods slowly, eyes lazy as he gazes at you under his lashes and smile just as lazy. “Like I said, you’re special. Like nothin’ else. North, south, east, west,” he punctuates with his boxed steps under your feet, “never had anything like you.” 
All you do is look at him, stuck in awe at his words. I love you tempts your lips, but your teeth land on your tongue before you even have to ask them to. 
It’s a grim sentiment, how off limits that truth feels, but it’s stuck in your head, especially after him saying that you scare him, in a way. Those three words might just be the spurs in his sides. So, you let them sit, and just take this in instead—the way he holds you, the way he looks at you, the whole scene mild and fond, washed in warm daylight.
“And, man…” he shakes his head lightly, “every time I see that face… swear, darlin’, your smile’s like watchin’ the sun rise. And that voice you got on you,” he lets out a slow whistle, “ooh, mama.”
Finally, your awe cracks in a chuckle, blushing. “You're making me all red, you bastard.”
“Let me see it, darlin’.” Joel coos back, the following smile almost smug. “I’m just soakin’ up the fact that I can do that.” Then, he gets that look in his eyes, “Love gettin’ you all flustered.” He hums, “God damn, woman.” And his voice lowers, “You’re killin’ me. An’ you know what, it feels just too damn good.” His voice is nothing more than a whisper at the end, your faces drifting closer and closer before they meet in a kiss. 
Like all the ones before, Joel starts it tender, never first with lust, but with care. But inevitably, the hunger comes, his arm tightening around you, pressing your bodies together. When his tongue comes into play, he stills the waltz, instead wrapping both arms around you. After only a moment, he pulls away to almost roughly place you back on the ground and press you against the dresser next to the door, licking into your mouth, grip firm on your waist. Automatically, you widen your legs, resting a thigh on the short dresser, and wrap your arms around his neck. His hips meet yours, and a small hum vibrates against your lips.  
“Anyone ever ate your pussy, darlin’?” He suddenly mumbles into your lips. It almost makes your eyes fly right open, both the abruptness and the idea. At it, though, you’re instantly wet. 
“No,” you mumble back, word almost lost back into his mouth. 
“Can I be the first?” He replies, voice low, and you’d almost be embarrassed if his hand slid down and felt how wet you already are. 
“Mhm,” you nod. Confident in the assumption that whatever he’s about to do will be nothing less than mindblowing, you reach down to start inching your dress up for him. 
“That’s it, darlin’,” Joel whispers, hand running gently up your thigh, featherlight touch trailing goosebumps. When he presses his fingers against your front, he hums into your lips, then pulls them away just enough to whisper, “So wet already, huh?” Not waiting for a reply, he starts to circle the digits over your clothed peak. “You like me that much, baby?” He whispers, “I make you feel that good?”
“Mhm,” you nod back, too distracted to be all that shy about the obvious effect he has on you.  
“Well, honey, I’m about to show you another new thing or two.” With that, he takes you by the waist, sweeping you over to sit you down on the bed, then lowering himself to his knees in front of you. His eyes are full of hunger as he kneels, hands running up and down the tops of your thighs, the fabric of your dress catching in his fingers. “Such a pretty girl,” he drawls, eyes big and dark and hungry. “You want me to eat your pussy?” All you can manage is a nod. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” 
Slowly, keeping his eyes on yours, he brings your dress up, holding it against one of your thighs with the other hand sliding back down between them, the fabric of your underwear already soaked under his fingers. He almost groans. “Take your dress off for me, honey.” He prompts, low and quiet, and as soon as the words leave his mouth, you lift it up and pull it off of you. “Oh, baby,” he breathes out, scanning your body before sliding his hand up to knead your breast, the other starting circles over your heat. Almost absentmindedly, your legs open further, a moan drifting out of you at his touch and the look of near awe in his eyes. “My pretty girl…” he whispers as he slips your panties down to your ankles and lowers his face in between your legs. 
The first lick is enough to make your mouth fall open, slow and heavy and warm, matched with his eyes still stuck on yours. He dips his head, pulling one long, flat tongued lick up, then starting to roll his head as he starts to kitten lick your clit. The teasing has your hips leaning into his mouth, and he slowly brings his hands to hold your thighs, the grip enough to tell you that you probably don’t know what’s about to hit you. 
And you’re right. The tip of his tongue circles and prods your clit, and by god his eyes have yet to leave yours, and you feel almost like prey as your hips roll and the moans start falling out. It’s a new sensation, the pressure, the angles, the pleasure. 
When he pulls away it brings a sigh out of you, but then he comes right back to slowly lick your entirety, over and over and over until you’re whining. 
“So sweet…” he whispers, pulling away again, lips wet, hot breath teasing your sensitive skin. “So sweet.” He repeats before he buries his mouth back into your pussy. When his focus switches back to your clit, licking and prodding and sucking, eyes never leaving yours, your entire body rolls your hips into his mouth, arms falling back to help keep you leaned up on the bed, open mouth pouring moans.
“Jesus, Christ, Joel,” you manage to utter breathlessly. 
He draws his mouth back with a wet thwap as his tongue flicks off of your clit and goes back into his mouth. “I could do this all day, sweetheart.” He whispers after a swallow. “And you know what…” his eyes travel down between your legs, up your torso, then back to meet yours. “I just might.” And with that, he’s between your thighs again, this time closing his eyes as his head bobs. The swirling pressure around your clit has moans skipping out of your throat and you grip the sheets. “I’m damn near addicted to you darlin’,” he pauses to mumble, but a whine is more than enough to call him back into your slick heat. 
When the moans louden, every second of his mouth bringing you closer and closer to a wall of pleasure, you slap your hand over your mouth, trying to help yourself out while knowing you’ve already done enough damage to Winona’s ears as well as whoever else might be in the building. But very, very soon, it doesn’t matter at all, because you’re cumming, moans long and muddled into your palm, legs clamping around his head, hand finding his hair to grip as your body rolls and stutters against his mouth. 
Finally, Joel breaks contant, and you loosen your leg’s vise from around his head so that he can peer up at you, his mouth, chin, and the tip of his nose wet, eyes big and fond. Then, as he slips his finger inside of you, watching your mouth fall open, he lets out a low, cooing moan. “Ain’t done with you yet, darlin’,” he curves his finger, rocking it slowly. “Ain’t gotten my fill yet.” His voice is soft, face softer, as if he isn’t half way into ruining you as his other hand wanders down your stomach, splaying over it as his thumb starts to work your clit at the same agonizingly slow pace that he takes inside of you. He talks over your mewling moan, “Gotta show you much I adore you.” Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he presses a soft kiss over your inner thigh, picking up the pace, “Wanna know how good I am to you,” his lips continue feather like pecks to your thigh as they begin to stutter at the flow of his hands. “I just wanna make you feel good, darlin’,” he whispers, punctuated by quicker circles on your clit and a deeper pressure on your walls, “just wanna make you feel good.”
“Yes, yes,” you mewl back with a nod, bottom lip quivering as your face turns up in pleasure, already feeling yourself climbing the hill as he works is magic. 
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” you nod again, biting your lip as the pleasure builds. Truly, it’s magic, what he does, with the two simple moves of his rocking curl inside of you and his thumb on your clit. But it’s not just that, it’s the look on his face, the focus, almost fascination, those big brown eyes locked on yours, his gentle words, the parting of his lips at each gentle roll of your hips, and the barely whispered mumbles stuck between them. 
Slowly, Joel takes his thumb away, sliding his flat palm up your belly, over your chest, ghosting your neck before hooking his finger into your mouth. Without hesitation, you take it in and swirl your tongue around it, and his eyes darken immediately. As he pushes it in deeper, the rest of his fingers cup around your jaw, the heel of his hand under your chin. 
“So good, baby,” he whispers, eyes focused on his finger in your mouth, “so good. So good t’me.”
Just as slow as he had removed his thumb, he dips his mouth into its place, pressing and swirling his tongue over your sensitive bud. When your eyes roll back in your head, he quickens the curl against your walls, and that slight adjustment lands the tip of his finger in a spot that forces a deep sigh out as your chest tightens in a flowery warmth. The feeling, forcing out breathy, almost absentminded moans, makes it difficult to keep your mouth suctioned around his finger. It’s something you’ve never felt before, a kind of pleasure that seems to take control of your body as your hips pitch into his fingers, each press of that button turning your eyes back into your head. 
And then he moans, causing a vibration against your pussy, and you're taken over by another wave of ecstasy. His hand falls out of your mouth as your head falls back, deep breaths heaving your chest as moans pour out, and you can’t even think, can’t even hear, just feel it, every detail of it magnified, each moan pressed there like a stroke of sweet electricity, and you’re completely taken by your climax. 
By the time you come down, you’re dizzy, swaying back and forth, arms barely able to keep you up as you lean them on the bed. 
“Holy shit,” you slur, out of breath. Joel, having taken his mouth away, chuckles. “Holy shit is right, darlin’,” he replies in a low tone, “you’ve got me almost beside myself.” And then, as you lower your gaze, you realize the hand that was at your face is now somewhere hidden between your bodies. The exhilarating assumption you’d made about it is then proven, “Couldn’t help myself, darlin’. I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock.” 
“Fuck me?” You question quietly, hips still rolling involuntarily at the finger that hasn’t quit its dance inside of you, a comforting warmth still sweeping through you at every curl. Joel shakes his head, though. “No, sweetheart—don’t get me wrong, the idea of fuckin’ the living daylights out of you is tempting, but I’m enjoyin’ this view too much. Don’t worry, darlin’, I can take care of myself just fine. Today’s all about you. Alright?”
“Ok,” you nod, not complaining, though now the idea of his fat cock inside of you is distracting, but it only makes you wetter, now a sopping mess. 
“But you do gotta help me out, darlin’…” he whispers, brows upturning in a subtle plea, “I need you to cum for me one more time. Jus’ one more time.” 
You nod, as if you had any say. Nothing could get you off of this bed right now. The curtains could catch on fire and you wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t even take your eyes off of him. It’s too good, it’s bewitching, you’re addicted. Life couldn’t get better than this, right here, Joel on his knees between your legs, hand around his cock, fingers in your pussy, with those big, puppy dog eyes focused only on you. 
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, suddenly adding two more fingers and quickening the hooks. “That’s my girl,” he says again over the moans that the movement prompts. Not having time to adjust, the way his fingers stretch you just the littlest bit turns you on even more, and you feel almost like an animal. 
“Oh, god, Joel,” you let our breathily, head falling back. “I—“ you catch yourself just before the L rolls through in your whisper, quickly shutting your mouth before I love you makes its escape, resorting to pressing your teeth down on the bottom lip sucked into your mouth. 
“Yes, baby,” Joel drawls, “say it again, say my name, honey, tell me how good I make you feel.”
“Joel, you make me so good,” you let out in a breathless whisper, the words cut by helpless moans.
“Louder.”
“So good, Joel, you make me feel so good,”
“Say it again.” He’s just as breathless as you, and when you finally bend your neck to look back down at him, you see his arm swinging faster, still hidden between your bodies. But you know what it means.
“You make me feel so good, Joel, no one’s ever done this to me, I’ve—I’ve never felt this good in my life,” the end is its own breath as Joel adds that special touch with his thumb, a messy massage over your nearly frail bud. “Fuck, Joel, don’t stop don’t stop,” you stagger out, eyelids fluttering, jaw dropped.
“Keep talkin’, baby, lemme hear my name comin’ outta those pretty lips,” he mumbles, arm swinging faster. 
“Joel, Joel, Joel, oh, god Joel,”
“Thas’ right… ‘s right,” he murmurs, eyelids fluttering as his hips rock forward, his own mouth falling open before he brings it back against you, tongue slathering the juices coating your center, as if the things he needs to get himself to cum is your taste.
Moans jump out of you at the thought, at the way he licks you up, and your hand flies down to seize a wad of his hair, both holding him there and unavoidably pulling him further in. Joel slips his fingers out of you to slap a hold onto one of your thighs, pushing it open and repositioning his head to have a better control of his mouth. Moans spill out of him, only furthering the intense pleasure of his mouth, hips rolling into his own touch, and when you can tell he’s cumming, you’re nearly panting. 
Once he’s finished himself off, he brings that warm, wet hand to your other thigh, now holding you open for him to work his mouth in a more strategic manner. And then, you’re hit with it, and a high, whining moan thrums up your throat, held between tight lips, head leaned back and eyes screwed up, a helplessly unrelenting grip on his hair as he presses his mouth over your pussy with his tongue focused on the most sensitive bit of you. 
And then you stop breathing, stomach tight as the exhilarated knot slowly unfurls, started the shaking at your thighs, quivering under his tongue and lips, before all of the muscles of your stomach tense and tremble, and even your feet shake, tapping the floor as you erupt in another succession of moans that this time bawl out of you. Joel’s fingers grip into your flesh, keeping you in place as he laps at your pussy, a mix of what must be cum and spit tickling a drip down your thigh.
“Oh, god,” you cry out as you climax for the third time, followed by mewls of his name as your legs squeeze around his head. 
When it becomes too much, you repeat, “Joel Joel Joel,” tapping his head to ask to give your tender skin a break. Finally, he pulls back, but as he does, he pushes your thighs further open, watching as your entrance pulses for him. He’s breathless, and seemingly speechless, mumbling incoherently as his eyes travel up your still tremoring abdomen, resting on your breasts, then finally to your eyes. 
The stuttering of your breaths are only reinforced by what you see in his gaze, his brows barely upturned, an amazing softness within the brown that’s almost overridden by the dilation of his pupils. Finally, he speaks, but it sounds as if he’s unaware of the fact that he is.
“Angel…”
Having to swallow first, your voice comes out near breathless, “Joel,” unable to find anything else to form out of your lips. Just, him. 
“Darlin’,” he returns, instantly reaching his arms out for you once he looks like he’s returned to earth. You fall into him, letting your weight rest against him with your chin hanging over his shoulder. Deeply, you sigh, still getting reverberations through you as your body begins to recover from the three act play that Joel put it through, not to say that you didn’t enjoy yourself—fucking saw god in it, actually. 
“Outta give you an award for that, sweetheart.” Joel says, running his hands up and down your bare back. “Bein’ so goddamn good for me. So good to me.” Slowly, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, proceeding to line your skin with them, and you sigh again in sleepy contentment. “I meant what I said, by the way. In case you thought I was just pussy drunk. You are an angel, and I do adore you.”
After this, you stay very still, leaning your full weight on him as his words flow through you. And that’s how you stay for a while, the only sound being his kisses over your shoulder, trailed to what he can reach of your neck. 
You could almost cry. 
After what probably wasn’t as long as it felt but still wasn’t long enough, Joel breaks the silence again. “Hey, we gotta get you back home now, honey.” He whispers, rubbing your back. “Don’t want your father to come out huntin’ for you.” 
Wishing he wasn’t right, you hum, pressing your face into his shoulder. “Ok.” You finally reply, but force him to be the one to make the first move of slowly leaning you back into a sitting position on the bed. 
More worn out than you expected to be, you stay motionless, eyelids drooping. He takes initiative, helping you back into your clothes by pulling your panties back up, and you raise your arms as he asks to slip your dress back on. 
“Alright, darlin’, up you come.” Joel pulls you up to stand, holding you close to press a kiss to your lips before letting you go, stepping behind you to gently push you towards the door with his hand on the small of your back. “Go on home now, get.” He teases, and you chuckle a groan, maundering. Chuckling behind you, he comes up to open the door for you. Then, leaning against the frame, he smiles, and smacks a final kiss to your lips before cocking his head towards the hallway. “I’m doing this for your own good, sweet thing.” 
Trailing a goofy smile as you do, finally, you get yourself to leave, taking a deep breath as you wander back into the foyer of the inn.
“Have a good evenin’ now, honey pie.” Winona calls to you from behind the corner, smirking. 
“You too.” You reply, smirking back, audibly too tired to be embarrassed.
The walk back home is all dragged feet, wishing the day was at its end. Despite your exhaustion, though, you feel like you’re floating, because he must love you, he must, he must, he must. 
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reasonsmandy · 1 year ago
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Always yours, Eddie Roundtree
Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader
✧.* requested by @eddiesaurora — maybe a fic where y/n is eddie/warren/grahams significant other and y/n gets sick (like on tour or something) and one of them takes care of y/n (fluff based!!!)
✧.* summary — Even if you tried to fight it, being on the road wasn't always easy, especially when you ended up getting sick. But he would do anything to see you better.
✧.* warnings — none.
✧.* word count — 1.4k
✧.* 🎸 — eddie's masterlist
✧.* mandy's notes — I thought this one is so adorable, I hope you like it too. 🫶🏾
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Being on tour was already exhausting, of course the gratification of seeing your work being recognized and sung by the fans was incredible, but you couldn't deny that catching a bad flu wasn't the scenario you were looking for. It was horrible to stay upright since the unusual sensation took over your body, your eyes hurt from being kept open too long, your muscles ache even though the crowd's adrenaline rubbed off on you every night, you were trying to hide it through the last few cities you passed but it was becoming more and more difficult.
You apply makeup under your eyes to mask the dark circles under your eyes that seem to get worse every day, taking advantage of the fact that you were probably the only one awake at that time of the band. Fixing your hair with the strength you need to lift a lot of weight, it was bizarre how fragile you became when you were sick like that, even if you didn't like to admit it. 
You put your leather jacket on your body, your eyes on the clock on the wall of the van, but your body freezes when you notice that you had slept too much and it was very likely that even Daisy had arrived at rehearsal by now. You hurried as fast as you could, but it felt like your body was sabotaging you and your surroundings were in slow motion only to make you even more late.
When you finally gain access to the stadium where you were playing that night, your friends' eyes stare at you. Eddie is quick to drop his bass and run over to where you are, his hands stroking up and down your arms in concern. 
“Where were you? You scare the hell out of me.” He says hugging you to his body, kissing your temple tenderly. “You're never late! Are you okay? Did something happen?”
“Hey babe, it's okay, I'm okay.” You hug him back, your body rooting for him to keep you there. “I just lost track of time. It's okay.”
He detaches his body from yours, holding your face in his hands, a way to observe you better. You could see the worry in his eyes, and you wanted to somehow reassure him that you were okay, even if it was a lie.
“Princess, you look pale.” He says, frowning. “Come here.” He holds your hands gently, helping you to sit on the stage stairs.
“You good nena?” Warren asks from his drum kit when he sees you looking down. You just nod, he goes back to talking to a girl who works backstage.
“Sunflower you look ill, come on, you need to rest.” Eddie says, holding your hand as he looks carefully at you. “You told me you were going to rest after Pittsburgh.”
“I'm fine, I can play today, don't worry.” You say, but he was unable to complete the sentence as a cough emanated from your throat. “I swear, I can do this tonight.”
“My girl, you can't, yesterday you needed more  pills to sleep.” He strokes your cheek, as if begging you to consider. “Let's go back to the van, Daisy has you covered on the keyboard, I already know what I'm going to play, it won't make any difference if I spend the afternoon taking care of you.”
“Eddie… I don't know.” You say tired, trying hard not to close your eyes.
“It won't kill you to rest for a day, come on, wait for me outside. I'll let them know.” Eddie kisses your lips tenderly, you let him take care of you.
“Okay, can you tell them I'm sorry I couldn't make it today?” You ask, getting up with your bag and then sneezing.
“Of course, my one, I will.” He kisses your forehead, and you make your way outside.
Eddie puts away his bass and everyone looks at him in question. “Guys, Y/N hasn't been feeling well for a few days, she won't be able to perform today. I'll spend the afternoon taking care of her.”
He senses Billy turning to complain about his absence, as if that would affect him too much. “I've already done my soundcheck, there's no discussion.” He says directly to the older Dunne. 
“Tell her to rest, and if she needs anything we're here for her.” Daisy says, blowing Eddie a kiss affectionately. 
“That's right Roundtree, I hope she gets better.” Rojas says, holding out his drumstick to him.
You snuggle into the not-so-comfortable mattress, trying to sleep but the pain in his muscles was very irritating, the door to your "room" opens and you look up to see who has entered.
“How are you, baby? Feeling better?” He says tucking himself into the blanket, you notice he has a bag in his hands. “I brought you more medicine and some sweets, now here let me snuggle you so you can sleep better.”
“Thank you so much, babe.” You whisper, already feeling your body relax against his. You kiss him, feeling the strands of his hair between your fingers. “You didn't have to, thank you for doing this for me.”
“I just want to see you well, it was killing me to see you weak like that.” He pulls you closer, kissing the top of your head multiple times. “Sometimes you have to understand that you can rest, you know? You deserve it, even more so when we're on the road like this, our immunity becomes more vulnerable and I don't want to see you bad. You get it?”
You feel his hand stroking your hair, and you snuggle closer to his body, feeling his comforting scent. He takes a bottle out of the bag and hands it to you along with a pill he had bought.
“Here my love, to ease your pain and you can sleep better too, don't worry about the time my love it's time to rest.” You take the item from his hands and drink it, snuggling closer and closer to him as your body relaxes with sleep.
You don't know exactly when you slept, but it was indeed one of the best sleeps you've had in a long time. When you stretch out in bed still waking up, the window outside revealed that it was already night, probably the time when your show would start. Sitting up in bed, you see a note hanging on the closet, which makes you get up to see what the paper contained. 
“I hope you were able to rest my love, I'll be back as soon as we finish the show, don't worry I'll be thinking about you the whole time and of course, I'll play all the songs for you.”
Always yours, Eddie Roundtree.
You roll your eyes at how adorable he was, remembering that months ago you had seen a movie together where the couple left notes for each other and you thought it was very cute, without thinking that he would come and do that to you. You put the paper away in your things with care, going to take a shower.
You can hear from the shower the noise that the band always brought with them when they returned from the show. You knew that today the party would be in Rojas' room, so your rest was guaranteed until then. You wrap yourself in a towel when Eddie opens the door to your hotel room, putting on his shirt to welcome him.
“Oh look at her, you look much better now that you rested my love.” He goes towards you, wrapping you in a hug.
“You left a note for me, huh?” You say putting your arms around his neck, sealing his lips with pecks. “Thank you for taking such good care of me, I don't deserve you.”
“You deserve so much more, cutie” He hugs you, throwing you on the bed and tickling you. “Did the medicine help you?”
“So much, my body is getting better.” You say, opening your arms, looking at him tenderly. “But I would still take a few days off.” you joke.
“So that's what you're gonna do my pretty one, You will rest until you feel better.” He kisses you once more, stroking your hair. “Now come on, choose a movie so I can tell you everything that happened at the show while we pretend we’re watching.”
You laugh and hug him, feeling at home in his embrace. “I'll be back in a minute.”
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stranger-fanfiction-n-things · 11 months ago
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CHAPTER 3: HOLLY, JOLLY
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This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.
a/n: We do not take what Jonathan did lightly and neither does Diana.
Warnings: Bullying.
Word Count: 2122
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PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV
HAWKINS HIGH 
The day goes by in a blur. I don’t remember what I learned in my classes today because I can only think about Barb. If something happened to her—My body is pushed to the side and I squeak staggering on my feet. 
“Sorry!” Jonathan says, holding my arms to steady me. 
Jonathan. I forgot Mom wanted me to talk to him today. 
“It’s okay, I’m glad I found you.” I respond with a small smile. 
“Oh…” he says, fixing his buttoned shirt. 
I give Jonathan a quick once over, feeling a pit in my stomach. Jonathan looked like he was slowly spiralling. His hair was sticking out in all directions from running his hands through it too much. I know the Byers don’t have a lot of money, but they were always put together…Jonathan’s clothes looked like he threw them all haphazardly. The bags under his eyes are what stuck out to me the most. I’ve known Jonathan since we were little kids. Despite our little brothers being best friends, Jonathan and I don’t hang out one on one like Nancy and I do. The only time I have was freshman year, last year. I was his model for his photography project. We took a lot of photos at the park some regular, others with me in my pointe shoes, doing various poses and positions. The photos came out beautifully and Jonathan gave me a couple to keep for myself. Mom framed it and put it on the fireplace.
“I just wanted to know how you’re doing. I’m sorry for not checking in sooner.” I shake my head. “I didn’t know how.” 
“It’s been…rough.” He says, avoiding eye contact. “My mom isn’t doing so well.” 
“I can only imagine what you’re going through. I hope you know we’re here for you.” 
“Thanks, Diana. It means a lot.” 
I bow my head, pursing my lips. “My mom made cookies for you guys yesterday and she stopped by, but your mom wasn’t home. She left them on the porch.” 
“Oh yeah. My mom got them,” he said with a small laugh. It sounded forced. “I only had a few. They were really good. Tell your mom I said thanks…from both of us.”  I can tell it pained him to say both because they are a family of three. 
“I will.” 
Jonathan shifts from side to side. “Um, do you need a ride? I can drive you home.” 
What is it with boys offering me rides? 
“You live on the opposite side of town.” I point out. 
“I know, but I don’t mind. Really.”
I sense Jonathan doesn’t want to be alone and nod my head. “Thank you. That’s very nice of you.” 
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As we approach Jonathan’s car, I am surprised to find Steve, Carol, Tommy H and another girl, who I don’t recognize standing around. I am immediately filled with dread, having spent the entire day avoiding them. Steve watches Jonathan with a scowl on his face and pushes himself off the car, walking toward us. 
“Hey, man.” He greets Jonathan. It’s as if I don’t exist. 
Jonathan swallows, eyes scanning the group. “What’s going on?” 
“Nicole here was telling us about your work.” 
“We’ve heard great things.” Carol says sarcastically. Tommy H and Nicole smile, but it looks more like a sneer. 
“Yeah, sounds cool.” Tommy H adds.
I squint not understanding what’s going on. 
“And we’d just love to take a look. You know, as…connoisseurs of art.” 
Jonathan pushes pass Steve to his car. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 
“Oh, no?” Steve asks. 
Tommy H quickly snatches Jonathan’s bag from his shoulder, throwing it to Steve who catches it with ease. Jonathan goes to Tommy H who bumps him in the chest, antagonizing him. 
“Hey!” I shout, marching to separate them. 
Tommy H stares down at me, like I’m an insect. “You hanging out with freaks and perverts now, Sinclair?” He taunts. 
I ignore him, pushing Jonathan away. Tommy H smirks at me as if he’s in on some inside joke I’m not sure about. 
“Please, give me my bag.” Jonathan stammers. Steve begins to unzip his backpack. “No just…” 
“Man, he is totally trembling.” Steve muses, “He must really have something to hide.” Steve pulls out a stack of paper. “Here we go.” 
“Let me see.” Tommy H says and Steve hands him half the stack. He’s glaring at Jonathan and I’m wondering what has him so mad. 
Tommy H flips through the paper, scowling as he goes. He looks up at Jonathan in disgust. “Dude. Yeah, this isn’t creepy at all.” 
Jonathan shifts from side to side. “I was looking for my brother.” 
It’s then I realize these are photos. Carol takes some out of Tommy H’s hand to look for herself. She pops her gum obnoxiously wearing the same disgusted look on her face. I swallow, glancing at Jonathan. He looks so uncomfortable; I fear the worse about the photos. 
“No. This is called stalking.” Steve snaps. 
“Give those back.” I demand. I don’t know what those photos are, but I don’t think it’s appropriate for everyone to be seeing, Especially if they are supposedly that bad. 
“You defending this creep?” Steve spat. 
“I’m not defending him. Just—” 
“There’s some of you too, you know.” Steve says, cutting me off. He hands me a stack of photos. 
I take the photos flipping through them. He wasn’t lying. There were photos of me by the pool while I was dancing by myself. Some with me and Barb sitting on the lawn chairs. Some of me in the Scorpion pose in front of the group. I see the grimace on Tommy H and Carol’s faces and am instantly transported to that moment last night. The feeling of embarrassment creeps up my spine. My stomach is in knots. From the corner of my eye, Jonathan is looking at me. I can’t believe he’d do this. Part of me feels betrayed and foolish. I was consoling him about his brother and he was…I rip the photos in my hands, shoving them in my bag. 
“This is so inappropriate for everyone to be looking at, don’t you think?” 
“What’s going on?” 
I turn around and see Nancy approaching us. I haven’t seen her since lunch. This day just keeps getting more and more worse. 
“Here’s the starring lady.” Tommy H announces with a smirk. 
Nancy arches her brow. “What?” 
“This creep was spying on us last night.” Carol responds, gesturing to Jonathan. She pulls a photo and hands it to Nancy. I glare at the red-head, shaking my head. ��He was probably going to save this one for later.” 
Nancy takes the picture and I can tell by the look on her face and the flush in her cheeks, the photo is less than pleasant. She looks at Jonathan who avoids her stare. Steve rolls the photos in his hands. Usually, Steve is happy and aloof at school, but right now he looks menacing as he approaches Jonathan. 
“See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but…” he fixes Jonathan’s shirt, wiping off imaginary dust off his shoulders. “Man, that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hardwired into them. They can’t help themselves.” Steve rips the photos in his hands, throwing them on the ground. I watch Steve walk back to Jonathan’s bag by the car. “So, we’ll just have to take away his toy.” He opens the bag pulling out Jonathan’s camera. 
“Steve.” Nancy mutters.  
Jonathan charges for Steve but is quickly pushed back by Tommy H. 
“No, please, not the camera!” 
“Tommy. Tommy.” Steve cautions. “It’s okay.” He coos, walking to Jonathan. He hands him the camera. “Here you go man.”
Jonathan goes to take it from his hand, but Steve is faster and drops the camera on the ground. My jaw drops as the lens cover pops out and bits of the camera shatters. Tommy H laughs and Steve stares at the ground. I notice he avoids looking at Jonathan. There’s a flicker of sorrow behind his eyes but it’s gone as soon as it appears. 
“Come on, let’s go. The game’s about to start.” 
Nicole follows behind Steve and Carol rips up the remaining photos dropping them on the ground in front of Jonathan. Tommy H saunters toward him. 
“Boo.” He whispers. 
Tommy H then turns to me and grins triumphantly and makes sure to brush me when he walks away. When everyone is gone, Jonathan immediately drops to the ground reaching for his camera. I drop to my knees picking up the remnants of the photos. I see bits and pieces of Nancy in what I assume is Steve’s room and clench my jaw, snatching them from the ground before they flew away. Nancy drops to the ground beside me picking up a few scraps. I assume she’s helping until Steve calls her name. She looks at me and Jonathan before apologizing. I watch her hurry to Steve and walk with him towards the school. 
I continue to pick up the photos trying my best to avoid looking at them too much just wanting to get rid of them. My eyes betray me at the sight of another photo of me dancing by the pool by myself. If the photo was taken in better circumstances, I would’ve found it pretty. I crumple the picture in my hands shaking my head. 
“Jonathan…” I groan. 
“It’s not what it looks like!” 
I stare at him in disbelief. “It doesn’t look like you’ve been taking unsolicited photos of us?”
Jonathan shakes his head. “No—” I scoff standing to my feet, walking to the nearest trash can. “Diana I can explain.” He calls from behind.  
I look back at him, feeling nothing but disappointment and anger. Anger about Nancy, Barb, Steve Tommy H, Carol, Nicole now Jonathan and these photos. I feel like everything is coming at me in all directions and I don’t know what to do.
“I was giving you my condolences for Will and you had these in your bag the entire time!” I shout, waving the scraps in my hands.  
“I’m sorry, okay!” Jonathan cries, rushing toward me. 
I scoff throwing the photos in the trash. “You developed them, Jonathan.”  That was the worst part about it. It’s one thing to take the photos, but to develop them. For what? For what reason? 
“I know, I know!” Jonathan exclaims. “I didn’t…I just…” he runs his fingers through his hair, squeezing his eyes shut. I know he feels bad, but I don’t care. 
“How long were you standing there taking photos of us? Some of these photos are of…” I look around before continuing. “Nancy taking off her shirt.” I hiss quietly at him. 
“I was looking for my brother and then I heard screaming and ran thinking it was my brother, but then I saw Tommy and Carol—”
“Oh, my god.” 
“I don’t know why I did it! There’s no excuse for it. I messed up.” 
“I am so…” I clench my hands into tight fists and squeeze my eyes shut. My chest feels tight. “Ugh.” I stomp the ground. “I can’t even think straight. You boys are so…so…stupid!” 
“I’m so sorry, Diana.” 
I open my eyes and take a deep breath finding Jonathan looking at me. I notice the bags under his eyes and how disheveled and stressed out he looks. He’s been through a lot the past few days, but it’s no excuse to do something like this. He looks down at his camera, toying with the cracked lens. For as long as I’ve known Jonathan, he’s never without his camera and now with Will gone, I know he has been more attached to it now, more than ever. 
“Let me see,” I sigh, extending my hand. Jonathan looks at me for a moment, but hands me his camera. 
I inspect the damage. It’s bad. He definitely won’t be able to use the camera anymore. Part of me thinks he deserved the confrontation, but the other part doesn’t think Stee had a right to break his camera. That was going overboard. Nonetheless…
“Steve didn’t need to break your camera to prove his point.” I begin, handing the camera back to him. “But honestly, it was justified. You invaded his privacy too, Jonathan.” 
When he doesn’t reply. I shake my head, fixing my bag on my shoulder. From the corner of my eye, I see someone coming towards us and I brace myself for round two, but when I turn, it’s Nancy. She’s speed walking and there’s a worried look on her face. Nancy touches my arm and pulls me. 
“I need you to come with me,” she whispers.
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