#jake is actually the reason i live and breathe right now not to be dramatic hes the love of my life
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âïž never downplay the amount of love i have for jake because heâs not only my bias, heâs so much more than that ă
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#jubi đ»đČđđČđż âââđŒđđŒđœđ#never stops what? weâll never know.#anyway new yappa tag yippee!#but im not joking#jake is actually the reason i live and breathe right now not to be dramatic hes the love of my life#finding him one day randomly is like fate because now hes my fav idol and my comfort person#people who know him personally are so lucky because i can tell hes such a lovely person#from the way the other 6 interact with him and from the way other people talk about him#its always with some kind of fondness yk#the fondness youll have for someone like jake#ive never met someone as similar as to how people describe jake#so he must be someone really special to the people around him#his infectious energy just never fails to make me fall for him more ykk#hes just my favorite person in the world and ik idk him personally and thats fine#for now hes my comfort person and im glad#i trust him idk#i think if he were a person that id know id trust him#i love jake so much and thats beyond his good lucks or may-be frat persona or whatever people say about him#beyond all that jake is talented skillful smart and an amazing person overall#i love you my ikeu U will always be my favie till the end hehe#i hope he gets to find someone that bring him as much comfort as he gives out#he deserves it and so much more
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Red Lights




{Paring: Rockstar Sim Jaeyun x Groupie Fem! Reader
{Genre: smut, electric guitarist jake, 18+ so (mdni).
{Synopsis: Nightclubs, rock bands, and crowds of people has never been your thing, but itâs something about the Australian electric guitarist that keeps you running back for more. Finally after stepping out of your shell, you find yourself doing anything in your will to be noticed by Jake Sim, aka the lead guitarist of the band Red Lights.
{Warnings: explicit themes, hard dom jake, sub reader, reader has a thing for Jakeâs aussie accent, jake has tattoos, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, ass spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), anal play , squirting, ass eating, nipple play, usage of handcuffs, fucking in a motel, lmk if I missed anything.

âOh come on Y/n, please come. Just tonight please make an exception for your two best friendsâ. Nina and Bri, shouted at you through the phone, and begged you to go out with them tonight. You honestly didnât feel like going out at all, you had just finished your finals, and all you wanted to do is eat a bunch of junk food and binge watch criminal minds.
âGuys I donât know, I donât think Iâm really up for going out tonight, besides finals week has killed me I just rather stay inside tonightâ Your best friends groaned over the phone, whining that you always come up with the same excuse every weekend, just for a reason to not leave the house. You would admit, you did feel a little guilty for always turning down your girls, but you vs big crowds of people just made the hairs on your neck stand up.
âBut Y/n, this is one night you absolutely cannot miss, the đđđ đđđđđ©đš are in town for two days and this is our only chance to see them live!!â Nina squealed in excitement over the phone, you let a confused hum at the mention of the band Red Lights, you had no idea who they were.
âWho are the Red Lights?â You inquired.
âNo! Y/n please tell youâre fucking joking right nowâ Nina gasped dramatically, at your oblivious of not knowing who the Red Lights are. You hear Bri burst into laughter over the phone, yelling at Nina saying âI told you she wouldnât know who they were haha, drinks on you tonight suckaâ Nina let out a fake cry before cursing under her breath
âGuys seriously who are the Red Lights?â You couldnât help but be a little curious about who these people were, and how are they so popular, since they have your best friends begging on their knees for you to come to their show tonight.
âThe Red Lights, are like THE rock band of all time. They sell out so many shows every year and theyâre like hot asf you should definitely reconsider your decision Y/nâ Bri said, the sound of her lips smacking coming through the line, indicating that sheâs applying lip gloss to her lips.
âHere Iâll send you the poster, and the link to the show where you buy your tickets. If youâre still not up for it, then itâs all good, Me and Bri will just go and have the best times of our lives. Nina said, trying her hardest to persuade you, but not make it seem she was trying to persuade you at the same time.
Your phone dinged with the message from Nina, you clicked on it, opening the message. You gasped inaudible, as you took a good look at the poster, and holy shit your friends werenât lying they are hot. The group consisted of 4 handsome men, Lee Heeseung the lead singer, Park Jongseong bass guitarist, Park Sunghoon drummer, and last but not least Sim Jaeyun electric lead guitarist.
You would admit, all of them were fine as hell, but there was one of the members that stood out to you the most. Sim Jaeyun, the lead guitarist, it was just something about his piercing gaze, and his striking facial features that intrigued you wildly. You could feel his intense aura radiating from the picture, and thatâs how you found yourself agreeing to go out with your friends tonight all bc of Sim Jaeyun.
âActually, you guys are right, i never get out of the house except for school and work so I think itâs time I do have some funâ you cringed at your own words, you couldnât believe you were agreeing to going to a rock concert, at an underground club somewhere totally out of your comfort zone. You giggled at your friends cheering, and squealing in excitement, that you finally decided to go party with them.
âThatâs my girl!! Donât worry we going to have so much fun, plus youâre gonna love the Red Lights, their concerts are always a night to rememberâ Bri quoted, you honestly were a little excited, it was definitely something new and risky, and honestly youâve been wanting to get out there a little bit more anyways but the fear of being judged raided your head like crazy.
âGreat! Then itâs settled ladies, Y/n weâll be there in 15, so donât take forever and please for fuck sakes wear something that fits the occasion, not any of those Church girl dresses you wear all the timeâ Nina snorted, you rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth at the girl, itâs not your fault you werenât too keen on showing off any skin and your curves.
You hung up the phone, and started to get ready. You searched through your closet, looking for something not too casual but something you would be comfortable with. You pondered and pondered, on what you should wear, and then it hit you, Bri had bought you a black mini dress for your birthday last year. You swiped through your hangers until you spotted the black piece, it was a little short but not too short, with a slit on the side and the top of it revealed a little bit of your cleavage.
You bit down on your bottom lip nervously, as you checked yourself out in the mirror. The dress hugged your curves tight, and your boobs sat up nicely. Before you could get any deeper into your thoughts, you heard a loud beeping of a car horn, indicating that Nina and Bri had arrived. You took one last look in the mirror, and took a deep breath, before grabbing your purse and walking out the door.
The wind of the cool night breeze, hit you instantly as you stepped outside, reminding you of the little amount of clothing you have on. You shivered a little, tugging the dress down, before walking over to Ninaâs red Honda Accord. Your best friends gasped at the sight of you, it was such a rare occasion to see you dressed like this, and they were living for it.
âHoly fuck Y/n, you look hot as hell!â Bri and Nina screamed a little too loud for your liking, you gave them a playful glare and shushed them, reminding them you have neighbors and the least you want right now is a noise complaint.
âSorry sorry, you just look so good girl! I knew you were hiding all that ass under those long granny skirts you wear all the timeâ Bri said, you rolled your eyes playfully at her before getting in the back seat.
âBuckle up ladies! Itâs going to be a hell of a rideâ Nina smirked, and giggled mischievously, before speeding off into the night. It was indeed going to be a hell of a rideâŠ.
ê© .á
Finally you guys made it to the club, and the parking lot was full of cars, and the line was outrageous. You understand now why your friends made it very clear to get a vip ticket, for early entry and line cutting because if not you wouldâve been standing out here like the rest of these people. The city was bustling, and the lights from the venue lit up the streets.
You could already feel yourself getting nervous and anxious, but you quickly reminded yourself youâre here to have fun, and not overthink and let your social anxiety get the best of you. All you needed, is a little alcohol in your system and youâll be good to go, because thereâs nothing like some good ole liquor courage. The bouncer scanned in you and your friends tickets, handing you guys your vip lanyards, as you guys made your way in skipping the long line.
As you stepped foot inside the club, you are immediately hit with a wave of heat, bodies packed together, the bass of the music blasting travels throughout the whole club, and the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke invades your nostrils. You made sure to stay very close to your friends, not wanting to take the risk of getting split up, thatâs the least of your problems you need right now.
âIâll be right back, Iâm gonna go get us some drinks, you two find a good spot by the stage, as close as possible pleaseâ Nina shouted over the loud music, as she made her way over to the bar to grab the drinks. Bri pulled you by the arm, as you guys made your way through the crowd of bodies. You honestly donât know, how you two managed to get pretty close to the stage, but here you guys were literally two rows away from being barricade.
Not long after Nina came back with the drinks, you immediately took your drink out of her hand, and downed most of it. If you were going to survive tonight, you needed to not be all the way there and just let loose.
Suddenly the whole club went dark, and the crowd erupted into screams. You could feel your heart racing, and your palms growing sweaty, as the lights flickered back but this time they were a dark red color.
The stage started to light up as well, and you could see the members coming up from under the stage. Bri screams in excitement, pulling on your arm hysterically. You giggled at her reaction, and you even let out a little scream yourself.
Finally, the sound of an electric guitar echoed throughout the crowd, and you felt the adrenaline rush coursing through your body. The spotlight came on, and there they were, you stared at them in awe and you wondered if this was all some fever dream.
They looked so unreal, visuals out of this world, and the intense energy they let off was like no other. Your eyes landed on Jaeyun, and boy oh boy did your heart skip a beat, he was far more handsome in person and just how you imagined him to be. On top of that, his confident and dark aura was so intimidating and all too addicting.
âWhatâs up everyone, We are Red Lights!â The lead singer Heeseung spoke, you couldnât help but check him out, his facial features and orange hair standing out. But that was quickly interrupted, when the man youâve been anticipating seeing all night, spoke as well.
âAre you guys ready to go fucking crazy!â He growled, you felt a shiver run down your spine, and a throbbing ache starting to form in your core. A fucking Australian accent?! You thought to yourself, as you craved for him to speak more, you were a sucker for accents and Jakeâs happen to be your new favorite.
As the show went on, you found yourself really enjoying their music, but you were enjoying Jaeyun way more. It was the way he played his electric guitar so passionately, and his stage performance was amazing, it was like he was born for this. There were times, you and him would lock eyes in the crowd, and it never failed to get your heart beating fast and your panties getting wetter by the minute.
Sadly the show had came to an end, and you couldnât help but feel disappointed. You see why Bri said their concerts are a night to remember, and you would definitely remember this night. You genuinely had a great time, the Red Lights really know how to put on a show, and you already made up your mind that you will definitely be coming to tomorrow nightâs show.
âWow that was amazing wasnât itâ Nina shouted, slurring her words just a little, she was always kind of a light weight when it came to drinking, not taking much for her to feel the buzz of the alcohol.
âSooo⊠Howâd you like show, and what do you think of the Red Lights Y/nnie?â Bri inquired, holding up Nina by her arm, as the drunk girl wobbled and said incoherent words only she could understand.
âHonestly⊠I really enjoyed it, I mean their music is actually really good. You know, I was expecting it to be like the type of rock music, where all they do is screamâ Bri chucked at your words, playfully pushing your shoulder.
âSo, does that mean youâre on for tomorrow nightâs show?â Bri winked at you. Of course you were going, and hopefully this time you could catch a certain someoneâs eye, that certain someone being Mr sexy electric guitarist.
âActually yeah, I do think I would like to come againâ you nodded, Bri clapped her hands in excitement, and Nina jumped up and down, cheering in her drunk state. You couldnât wait for tomorrow night!!
ê© .á
âBut Sir, you clearly stated you wanted a white chocolate mocha latte, with a double shot of expresso when you orderedâ You said in your most friendliest tone, trying to keep your composure. These were the days, you really hated your job, and wanted nothing more than to throw in the towel but unfortunately you arenât rich so you have to work for your money.
âNo Miss! I clearly said I wanted a white chocolate mocha latte, and a double shot of an expresso on the side. Is this like your first day or something. The older guy raised his voice, and laughed sarcastically at you. You gripped the edges of the counter, taking a deep breath, before putting on a fake smile.
âWell my apologies sir, but you werenât very specific with your orderâ You replied, you honestly wanted to scream and pull your hair out, why did you always get the grumpy old people who havenât had their AM coffee yet.
âAre you calling me a dummy! Wow thatâs so unprofessional on your behalf, young lady I demand to speak to your manager right this instantâ The older gentleman complained, pointing his finger at you. At this point you were fuming with frustration, as you took a step back, to regain control over your emotions.
Luckily your manager came quickly, and took over the situation, and of course the guy changed his attitude quickly when a male was now present, fucking misogynist you thought to yourself. The doors to the coffee shop swung opened and two tall gentleman walked through them. Both had on mask covering their faces, and dressed in all black attire.
You donât know why, you suddenly got the feeling that you knew them from somewhere, but you quickly shook that feeling off, greeting them and taking their order.
âHello! What can I get started for you twoâ You said politely, while typing in your employee number on the register.
âWhat do you recommend, itâs my first time coming hereâ the gentleman with the black fluffy hair spoke up, your hands froze mid typing, and you looked up at him real fast. Why did his voice sound so familiar to you, almost identical to the maleâs voice youâve been daydreaming about at work all day.
âUmm w-well, weâre well known for our cappuccinos and lattes, but we also have really good teasâ you stuttered, your heart starting to beat fast out your chest. The two guys looked at each other and you could tell from their eyes, that they were smirking.
âWell how about you, whatâs your favorite?â the other guy replied, he was clad in a black hoodie, with red flames on it, but what you also noticed about him was his eyes. They resembled Heeseungâs eyes from Red Lights. You told yourself to snap out of it, and get a grip. Thereâs absolutely no way THE Lee Heeseung, and THE Sim Jaeyun, were standing right in front of you right now, asking about your go to coffee drink.
But they wereâŠ.
âUmm well Iâm pretty basic, I just usually get a latte or an Iced americanoâ You nodded, and they both nodded their head in agreement, chuckling softly before the one with the leather jacket pulled out his credit card.
âAlright, weâll take two Americanos pleaseâ the one with the leather jacket said, handing you his card. When you went to grab it, you suddenly stopped, and looked at the rings on his finger. At this point, you knew for sure you werenât imagining things, the rings he had on his fingers were the exact same ones Jake had on last night at the show
Yes, you were staring that hardâŠ.
âSomething wrong princess?â He chucked softly, you couldnât find your words, they were stuck in your throat, as you struggled to speak. Thatâs when the other gentleman leaned in, and whispered something into his ear. His eyes widened a little, but quickly turned relaxed and was replaced with a more playful expression.
âAhhh I see, you know who we are donât you?â He leaned against the counter. Your breath hitched at the semi close proximity, swallowing hard before replying.
âY-yes, but I wonât make a scene I promise, I really like you guys music a lotâ You were a nervous wreck, tripping over your words, and fiddling with your fingers. They both kept giggling and looking at each other.
âHaha thanks, did you come to our show last night?â Heeseung asked, you shook your head yes eagerly, then cringing at yourself for coming off so desperate. Jake finally pulled down his mask some, showing you half of his face. You melted on the spot, butterflies erupting in your stomach.
âMay I ask whoâs your favorite, and will you be coming to our show tonight prettyâ Jake said, smirking and biting his lips. You felt your knees go weak, and suddenly the air became hot, and you struggled to breathe correctly
Did he really just call you pretty?!
âW-well, I uh- well um, I really like you Jaeyun, youâre like so amazingâ You slapped your hands over your mouth and widened your eyes, you didnât mean to sound like a desperate fangirl, but him staring deep into your eyes had your brain malfunctioning.
âOh really, is that so? Very cuteâ He smirked, before putting his card back in his wallet. You quickly made their drinks, almost fucking up in the process, because you could feel them staring a hole into you. You finished making their drinks and handed it to them.
âHere you are, please enjoyâ You tried your best to sound confident. They both thanked you, but suddenly Jake grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles and you looked at him in shocked, as they grabbed their drinks.
âSee you at the show tonight Y/nâ Jake spoke one last time, before they walked out the doors of the coffee shop. You stood there, still in shock, as you stared at spot on your hand where Jake kissed. You couldnât wait to tell Nina and Bri.
ê© .á
The night came fast, and you were currently standing in front of Briâs bathroom mirror, applying your makeup. Youâve decided, you really want to go all out, in hopes of gaining Jakeâs attention. You went to the mall when you got off work, and picked out a black corset top, and a black mini skirt to go with it.
âI canât believe you met them like face to face, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKâ Ninaâs said, her loud obnoxious voice making you laugh. You honestly still couldnât believe it yourself.
âYeah seriously Y/n, you donât know how many girls will kill to be you right now!!â Bri singed, touching up her curls. You honestly did feel a little on top of the world right about now.
âNot only that, Jake fucking kissed your hand, heâs definitely into you girlâ Nina wigged her brows, nudging you in the shoulder.
âOh come on, a guy like him into me? He probably just enjoys seeing girls losing their shit over himâ You didnât wanna gas yourself up, only to get disappointed in the end. Jake was so out of your league, and had plenty of girls in line waiting to have a piece of him. Thereâs no way he would waste his time on a girl like you.
Little did you knowâŠ.
Jakeâs Pov
Jake knew when he first spotted you in the audience, he had to have you. You were the most beautiful girl heâs ever seen, and not only that he could tell you werenât used to coming to concerts or let alone clubs, just by the way you looked around like a lost puppy. He could feel, the innocence and curiosity, radiating from your body all the way in the crowd and he never felt so addicted in his life.
He wanted to swallow you whole, drain you of your innocence, and show you a whole new world out there. He couldnât lie and say, he wasnât taken aback, when he walked into the coffee shop and you were right there in all your glory looking gorgeous as ever. It took every thing in him, not to sweep you off your feet right then and there, and have his way with you.
But nah, he couldnât make it that easy, he wanted to play with you first, get you all desperate for him which was never a challenge for him when it came to women. Jake knew he was good looking, and how easy it was to have any girl he wanted, so he used it to his advantage. But what Jake couldnât quite grasp, is why did it feel different this time? Why does it feel like heâs genuinely into you.
Jake was always excited when it came time to perform, I mean why wouldnât he? He loves what he does, and music is his passion. But in the back of his head, heâs a little extra giddy knowing that youâre going to be somewhere in the audience watching him, he hopes you keep your word and show up tonight. I mean, how else is gonna make his move on you, and get you in the bed tonight.
Jake was determined to have you screaming out his name tonight, and little did he know you were feeling the same wayâŠ.
ê© .á
When you and your girls pulled up to the venue, you instantly felt Deja vu, just this time you werenât as nervous like before and you felt lighter, and more confident. You stepped out of the car, the cool night breeze welcoming you, as you guys made your way through the line of people. Just like yesterday night, it was packed like crazy, but vip ticket again hello.
You guys rushed in, not even bothering to get drinks, as the plan was to get barricade tonight and to your surprise the goal was achieved. You and your friends couldnât help but feel giddy, boasting over being front row.
Not long after, the lights turned off and came back on, to the signature dark red lights. The crowd roars, and the energy is up instantly. The adrenaline rush, courses through your body, a lot more stronger since youâre in front of the stage. The members came up from under the stage, and you immediately start looking for Jaeyun.
You finally spot him, and what are the odds, he just happens to be on your side. Just like before, you stare at him awe, so fascinated by his godly presence. You locked eyes with him, and this time he winked at you and smirked, Nina also saw the interaction turning around and hyping you up.
As the show went on, you noticed that you had Jakeâs attention, when you would look at him, he was already staring at you. And even this time, they went out into the crowd, and he made sure he passed by your section to hold your hand. When the show was coming to an end, and they were saying their goodbyes, Jakeâs eyes remained on you, and you felt so small and imitated under his gaze.
The show ended, and you and your friends were getting ready to head out, but suddenly a gentleman with a mask and tattoos on his arms stopped you guys. Bri being the brave one in the friend group, she immediately was ready to tell the guy off, until the guy quickly spoke up introducing himself.
âMy apologies for startling you ladies, but could you spare some of your time?â The guy asked, you all looked at each skeptically, before shrugging your shoulders.
âSure whatâs this concerning, you wanna buy us a drink or something?â Nina said confidently, never missing the chance to flirt with a hot guy. You and Bri looked at each other, and shook your heads.
âHaha I mean, I wouldnât mind buying a pretty girl like you a drink at all. But actually Iâm the manger of Red Lights, and I actually got word from the boys that they would like to meet you ladies backstageâ Your eyes widened at his words, and you turned around and looked at your friends in shocked. You guys couldnât believe this was happening, you couldnât believe this was happening.
âLike to meet them backstage?â You inquired, the guy nodded his head and said to follow him. You guys followed him to a back room, where it was labeled staff only and he opened the door and the members were all hanging out in there. You and your friends walked in, the atmosphere feeling heavy and awkward.
âLook who made it! Welcome beautiful ladies, come have a seatâ Jongseong said, pointing at the space left on the couches. Nina sat by Sunghoon, Bri sat in between Jay and Heeseung, and then of course you had no other choice but to sit by Jaeyun. He patted the space next to him and you hesitantly took a seat.
âWe meet again princess, see you couldnât stay awayâ Jake said, looking at you with that look, that makes you wanna serve him like heâs your master. You swallowed down your nerves, before replying.
âWhy would i, I mean you really know how to make a good impression Jakeâ You said confidently, flirtatious in your tone. Jake bit his lip, a habit you noticed he does a lot. He leaned in closer to you, stretching his arm around your shoulder, and whispered in your ear âCall me Jaeyun pretty girlâ you almost moaned out loud.
His accent was the sexiest thing you ever heard in your life, voice smooth like honey, and the scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils. You wanted him so bad, never mind, you needed him so bad.
And thatâs exactly how you ended up, messily kissing Jake, as the elevator moves up the floors. It dinged on the floor Jakeâs room was on, and you both stumbled out the elevator, giggling and kissing each other like crazy.
Jake fumbled with the card, as he tried to put it into the slot, he was so fucking horny he could hardly think straight. You decided to help him out, giggling and inserting the card into the slot, and finally the light turned green and the door was unlocked.
Before you guys could get fully into the room, you were pulling Jake back into a heated kiss, pulling on the collar of shirt and rubbing your hands down his abs.
âSomeoneâs eager arenât we?â He smirked, grabbing a handful of your ass, then landing a harsh smack to it. You moaned shamelessly, pussy soaking your panties already. You had been wet since the concert, and you really needed him to do something about it.
âPlease, i need you Jaeyun I canât take it anymoreâ You begged, grinding your pussy onto the fabric of his jeans. Jake groaned, his cock now throbbing in his jeans, fuck you were so perfect, he loved when a woman is desperate for him.
âFuck baby, shit take off your clothes, i wanna see that sexy body of yours. But do it nice and slowly for me, i wanna appreciate every inch of youâ He bit his lip, taking a seat on the bed.
You didnât even have to be told twice, you started to slowly strip out of your clothes, swaying your hips slowly as you eased out of your thong and unhooked your bra.
Jake couldâve cummed in his pants at the sinful sight of you, you were truly a masterpiece, a body of a goddess.
âI want you to crawl to me slut, show me how bad you want thisâ You obeyed his command, dropping down to your knees, as you crawled to him, slowly and seductively. His gaze was intense, lust and desire, written all over his face. Your pussy is dripping wet, and your arousal is leaking down your thighs.
âGonna show me what that pretty little mouth does huh? Be a good little girl and let Jaeyun fuck your mouthâ You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, and nodded eagerly, you didnât even care how shameless you looked anymore you wanted his cock.
He spread his legs open for you, as you started to unbuckle his belt, and he lifted his bottom up so you could take off his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free, hard as a rock, and the tip red and leaking with precum. Your mouth watered at the sight of his big cock, it was long and thick, with veins running down the sides of it
âFuck your cock is so huge, I donât think it will fit all in my mouthâ you moaned, pumping his cock, and smearing the precum off the head of his cock.
âThatâs okay sweetheart, just take as much as you can, come on make me feel goodâ he grunted, hips bucking up desperately. You licked on his wet tip a little, teasing him before taking him into your mouth, sucking slowly. He threw his head back, exposing his perfectly sculpted jawline and neck.
âFuuuk yeah, just let that, eat my cock babyâ you moaned around his length at his vulgar remarks, the vibration of it, causing him to let out a loud moan. The taste of his salty precum on your tongue, was immaculate and you could feel his dick twitching inside your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, taking more of his cock in your mouth, as his tip reaches the back of your throat causing you to gag a little.
O-oh Shit yeah, deep throat my cock baby fuuuck yesâ He groaned, pushing your head a little, as you sucked him off. Your pussy was throbbing, so you reached your hand down between your legs, rubbing your aching clit as you sucked Jakeâs huge cock. He noticed, and pushed your head further down, cock going deeper into your throat.
âWho said you could touch yourself without my permission greedy little slutâ he spat out, taking this opportunity, to grip your hair and fuck your mouth. You gagged, spit and his precum dripping on the sides of your mouth. You could tell he was getting close to cumming, his dick twitching uncontrollably inside your mouth.
He pulled his dick out, tapping your tongue with his length, before pulling his shirt off showing off his tattoos. Just when you thought he couldnât get any hotter. He came up and started kissing you again, tasting himself on your mouth and groaning at the taste.
Get on all fours baby, I wanna eat that pretty pussy from the backâ He sighed out, lazy stroking his cock. You got up on the bed, arching your back, as you looked back at him wiggling your plump ass. Jake cursed under his breath, before making his way over to you, and rubbing his hands all over your ass.
âFuck look at this beautiful ass, fuck just wanna take a bite out of it sweetheartâ You whimpered, when he started to circle your clit with his thumb.
âOh fuck please, please give it to me Jaeyunâ You cried out, you were so turned on, it hurts. Jake smacked your asscheek, before putting his face in between your cheeks, licking and sucking on your pussy.
You let out a loud moan, his tongue felt incredible, knowing exactly where to lick, you could tell he was really experienced.
âGod yes Jake, that feels so good pleaseâ You whimpered, back arching at the overwhelming feeling of his tongue, working wonders on your wet pussy. He was genuinely eating you out like a starved man, and you could tell he eats pussy for his own pleasure.
âFuck this pussy is so good, sweet little cunt so tastyâ He said muffled, as he started to lick your puckered hole. He could tell you never had your ass eaten, by the way you flinched at the contact. He couldnât believe, nobody has ever tasted your sweet little ass before, but heâs honored to be the first one to get a taste.
âDoes my naughty little bitch, like getting her ass and pussy eaten from the backâ He smirked, licking a big stripe of your pussy, sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You clenched around nothing, pussy fluttering, as he started to tongue fuck your hole.
âFuck fuck fuck, right there Jake, please donât stop Iâm gonna cumâ You whined, legs shaking and the band in your stomach, threatening to snap any minute. He landed a slap to your pussy, causing you to let it a pained moan, jolting forward.
âCall me Jaeyun baby, now be a good little whore and cum on my tongueâ He spat, slipping a finger inside your tight pussy, fingering your gummy walls as he devoured your pussy. You screamed his name out loud, as your body felt like it was on fire, and the knock in your stomach unraveled.
âJaeyun! Oh my god Iâm cummingâ You whined, coming undone in his mouth, squirting your essence everywhere. Jake continued to lap at your pussy, overstimulating you, before you pushed at his head because you couldnât take anymore.
âGod, I need to be inside you right fucking nowâ He growled, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, you looked back at him, staring at his abs, and how his muscles flexed when he bent down.
âFace down babyâ He said, before running off to grab something. He came back with handcuffs, twirling the black puffy object around his finger. Your pussy clenched around nothing, and you could feel yourself getting wetter, at the thought of your hands being restrained, as he fucked the living daylights out of you.
He pulled your body to the edge of the bed, spreading your asscheeks , as he rubbed the tip of his cock between your slippery folds teasing your throbbing cunt. You felt like you were going to die, if you didnât have his cock buried deep inside you, pushing your ass against his pelvis.
He chuckled at your eagerness, before aligning his tip up with your hole, his cock slipping inside your tight pussy easily from how wet you are. He was big! You could feel him splitting you in half, his hard cock pulsating, as he started to rock his hips and forth.
âOh Shit, yeah tight little pussy, squeezing me so good, he groaned, his pace speeding up, as he finds the perfect rhythm to fuck you deep. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he was able to find your g-spot immediately, gripping your waist tightly as he pounded you into the mattress.
âJaeyun! Oh Jae, fuck me just like that. I love your cock so much baby fuck!â You cried out, throwing your ass back at him, as you desperately chased after his strokes. The sound of skin slapping, and the headboard slamming against the wall, echoed throughout the motel room, turning to on to the max.
âHow does it feel, to be getting fucked stupid by a rockstar darling, feeling me deep in your gutsâ He pulled your body up from the bed, pulling your body flushed to his, as he pounded into you like mad man pinching and rubbing your nipples through his fingertips.
âF-feels so good, love being your little fucktoy so muchâ You whimpered, biting down on my lip harshly, as you took his brutal thrusts. He arched your back again, pushing your face into the mattress, as he let a glob of spit fall between your asscheeks. He smeared the saliva around your rim, then starting to slowly push his thumb inside your tight asshole.
âOH MY GOD JAE, Iâm gonna cum, please let me cum on your cock I been so good for youâ You slurred your words, your body trembling, and you could feel the band in your stomach tightening as you neared your high. You could tell Jake was close as well, his deep grunts, turning into whiny moans and whimpers.
âFuck can I cum inside you baby, stuff you full of my cum, just to fuck back into your tight cuntâ He growled, plowing into you, as his strokes started to grow erratic, fucking you into a oblivion. That sent you over the edge, the band in your stomach finally snapping, as you came hard for the 2nd time tonight.
Your orgasm triggered his, the tight clenching of your cunt, milking his cock for whatâs its worth, as he shoots thick white ropes of cum inside you. His hips stuttered, completely emptying his balls inside you, and he collapsed on top of you, chest heaving up and down.
You laid there spent, body limp and weak, your hair is a mess and you looked so fucked out. So did he, sweat dripping down his forehead, as he tried to calm his breathing. The room was completely silent now, only the sound of you and Jakeâs breathes could be heard.
This was the moment you dreaded the most, the awkward silence was so loud, and you didnât know if you should get your shit and go. Or wake up to an empty bed, with no sigh of Jake.
âThat was the best sex, I ever had in my lifeâ You spoke up, breaking the silence, and trying to lighten up the mood. Jake hummed, staring up at the ceiling. You stared at him, admiring his side profile, he was so bad for you heart. Finally Jake got up from the bed, grabbing his jeans, and throwing them on.
You sit up in the bed, covering yourself with the covers, as if he wasnât just balls deep inside you. You knew this was gonna happen, but some parts of you hoped would be different, but who were you kidding Jakeâs a rockstar he has no time for dating.
âAre you leaving?â You asked him, even though you knew the answer to that, but still you were hoping he could prove your assumption wrong.
âYeah I should head out, the bandâs probably wondering where I amâ He said nonchalantly, pulling his shirt over his head.
âOhâ Is all you said, a lump growing in your throat, as reality hit you hard that you were nothing but just another hookup for him.
âYou should probably leave as well love, itâs not safe for a women to stay at these places by herself. He smiled at you, that damn smile you thought to yourself. Tears started to gather in your waterline, but you quickly wiped them away, and got up from the bed and threw on your clothes.
ê© .á
You stood there awkwardly, fiddling with your fingers, as Jake checked out the motel, and tuned in the card. He turned, and looked at you, before giving you a faint smile and nodded his head towards the exit. You both walked out, side to side, the cold air hitting your legs.
Jake put his jacket over your shoulder, and kissed you on your forehead, and not long after a taxi cab was pulling up. Jake opened the door of cab for you, and you gave him a faint smile, before getting into the backseat of the cab.
âI had amazing time tonight princess, hereâs my number, if Iâm ever in town again we should meet up sometimesâ he nodded, you couldnât help but feel a little sad, you didnât want this night to end, you just wished it could be different.
âYeah Iâd like that, be careful on the road Jakeâ Your voice cracked a little, trying to ignore the ache in your chest. He smiled at you one last time, before walking away and disappearing into the night. You finally let the tears fall, sobbing into your hands, you really fooled yourself this time
You donât know if you will ever see Jake again, but until then, you can only cherish the memories of tonightâŠ.
A year later.
Your phone dinged with a notification, waking you out of your slumber. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, before clicking on the notification. Your heart stopped, when you opened the message, from someone you didnât expect to hear from ever again.
Jaeyun: Hey love, Iâm in town wanna meet up?đ„Ž
The End.
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i saw a guy kissing santa claus! â jake kim
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summary: being santa claus is the biggest big girl job there is.
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details: fluff, established relationship, f! reader, spoiler free.
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wc: 1.8k
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A/N: erm...it'll make more sense as you read. but my second fic! yippee! heard the song while i was shopping and the idea just came to me lol. merry chrithmus <3
"you promised you wouldn't laugh!"
jake is laughing anyway. not a quiet chuckle either â full on canât-catch-his-breath laughter, covering his mouth so you can't see the extent of it. âsorry, sorry. itâs justâŠi thought you were joking when you told me. you actually went through with it?â
the suit didnât fit. of course it wouldn't fit. it's designed with a jolly old man in mind, notâŠyou. the coat has you swimming in fabric. the pants were two sizes too big, and the large belt barely cinched your waist. then there was the beard â a fluffy contraption that tickled your chin and smelled faintly of whatever cheap detergent the mall used to sanitise it. definitely a look.
you cross your arms, the red velvet sleeves swishing dramatically. "i was dead serious, jake. but i didn't think i'd actually get it!"
he exhales, trying to compose himself. "i can see that. soâŠsanta claus? really?"
"the one and only!" you tug on the beard's elastic strap in an attempt to make it more comfortable, but it snaps back with a vengeance.
"so, they didnât think it was weird that youâreâŠyâknowâŠnot an old guy with a beer belly?"
"don't say that! that's not what christmas is about!"
"âŠwhat does that even mean?"
âit meansâŠâ you plop down next to him and take off the beard. âonly a person who truly embodies the joy of christmas could be santa this year. and according to the manager, thatâs meâ you huff, slightly delighted with yourself.
jake gives you a skeptical look. âyou? the joy of christmas?â
"i have loads of christmas joy!" you try your best to look offended. "the manager said enthusiasm is more important than looks. um, or maybe he's just a creep. i dunno. anyway, the pay is fucking amazing, so i didn't question it!"
"right" he nods solemnly. "thatâs exactly the kind of logic santa would have"
he earns a smack from the santa beard. "whatever!"
your expression shifts into something more sincere. "it just sucks, because i can't see you much for the next few weeks"
ââŠyou donât want your boyfriend visiting you at work? that's coldâ he feigns disappointment.
"are you crazy? of course not! this isn't an office jobâŠit's embarrassing" you take off the hat, tossing it on the table. "and you're a busy guy too! so don't even think about swinging by"
what a bizarre situation. he can't hide his amusement, but still decides to surrender. "okay, okay. i'll stay out of your winter wonderland"
you take his hand and squeeze it apologetically. "thanks, jake. just for a few weeks"
âêłâąâ
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as he descends the elevator in your apartment building, he whips out his phone, a smile tugging on his lips. he picks up instantly.
"jerry?"
"yes, boss?"
"do we have much on the schedule tomorrow?"
"no, boss"
"alright. thanks, jerry"
"you're welcome, boss"
the mall is a bustling snow globe come to life. string lights twinkle like theyâre winking at you, and wreaths hang on every surface. oversized ornaments dangle from the ceiling and in the distance, a giant christmas tree is bursting with red, green, and glitter.
the main event is, of course, the santa station. a giant throne surrounded by candy canes and a line of impatient kids. it stretches longer than you expected, and parents are eyeing you like youâre the reason holiday shopping is ruining their lives.
you shuffle in your boots, shifting your itchy red pants for the millionth time. too late to back out now. you plaster on your best smile and remind yourself that the paycheck is worth it. probably.
dressed in an elf costume, reluctantly it seems, a colleague sighs, casting a weary glance at the children. he unhooks the red rope. âalright folks, one at a time, please. santas ready for youâ he mutters, waving them through.
"hohoho! merry christmas everyone! santas caught a cold this year, so he may sound a little different!" it's the best santa voice you can manage. alright kids, do your worst.
the first boy bounces onto your lap. âwhat do you want for christmas, kiddo?â âa new gaming console, please! the one with the ultra HD graphics!â he says, eyes sparkling with excitement. you nod wisely, stroking your beard. âa solid choice. santaâs got your back â unless the elves get stuck in a multiplayer matchâ âr-really? tell them to hurry!â
the next child hesitates before climbing up, clutching a sparkly notebook. âand you? whatâs your christmas wish?â âi want an electric guitar!â she says confidently. âand lessons, so i can be a rock star!â âlove itâ you tip your hat. âweâll have you practicing in no time. donât forget to thank your parentsâ she grins. âi wonât!â
one kid runs up, practically throwing himself onto you. âwhat can santa do for you?â you ask, smiling. âi want daddy to come home again!â you blink. oh boy. âthatâsâŠa really nice wish!â you say, patting his shoulder. âiâll do my best!â
his mom hurries over, her face beet red. âtimmy! what did i say about that?â
âbut santa can fix it!â he insists, beaming up at you. you wave weakly as she drags him off, muttering: âweâll talk about this later.â
there's only so many hohoho's you can manage before you start to tire. but every now and then, a child would hug you so sincerely that you felt like you were truly santa claus. motivation to keep you going.
until finally. "okay kids, that's all the time santa has for today! he'll be here at the same time tomorrow!" a line of children start crying. your elf-dressed colleague hooks the rope back again, before hastily walking off.
could you manage this for the next few weeks? you slump back on the throne in contemplation before something catches your eye. blue tracksuit. you sit up suddenly, eyes scanning the crowd to see if you're right.
sure enough, there he was. with that stupid lop-sided grin. jake just stands there, arms crossed, looking like heâs about to start laughing any second. you glare at him, but he doesnât flinch. if anything, his grin widens.
whatever. you try to play it cool, leaning back into the throne. just ignore him, you tell yourself. heâll get bored and leave.
but then he does the unthinkable. he raises his hand and waves - big, dramatic, and impossible to miss. a kid tugs on his dadâs sleeve. âis that santaâs friend?â
âoh, look at that! santa needs to check the naughty list real quick!â you push yourself off the chair with a forced chuckle as you scurry away. your attempt at casual speed walking is anything but that, and the kids confirm it for you. one kid pipes up: âsanta walks really fast!â another adds: âhe looks kinda madâ
"hohoho! whatâs this? a surprise visitor from the north pole?" you say, speeding up until youâre right in front of him. you jab a finger at his chest. "did those silly elves send you here early? theyâre always causing mischief!"
"yeah, theyâre the worst. real troublemakers" jake peers at you in all your bearded glory, as he stifles a laugh. "you should see what they did to my uhâŠsleigh"
"unbelievable!" you boom, grabbing him by the arm and guiding him away. "letâs take this up with mrs. claus, shall we?" the parents watch the two of you with furrowed brows, and you hear one whisper âdid santa just kidnap that guy?â
you practically shove him into the break room, your cheeks burning under the beard. "what the hell jake?! i told you not to come! don't you have a street to look after?"
he waves a hand dismissively. "they can manage without me for a few hours. jerry has everything under control. are you saying you don't trust jerry?"
"what? no! but i told you not to come! it's humiliating if you see me like this!" you splutter.
jake shrugs. "i've seen worse. remember the time lineman tried to wear a tie? he looked like he was being choked out."
you blink, caught off guard. "that's not the same thing!"
"sure it is" he says, leaning against the wall. "besides, youâre bringing joy to the children of the world!"
your eyes narrow. "jake, be serious."
"i am!" he protests, gesturing to your outfit. "i mean sure, the beardâs a littleâŠfluffy, but it suits you. adds character."
you tug self-consciously at the itchy material. "i swear-"
"heyâŠ" he cuts you off, his voice softer now. "iâm just here to keep you company. nothing humiliating about that. you really want me to go?"
"of course not, it's justâŠ" you frown. "i feel like i'm not doing a good job at this. i dunno"
jake gently takes your hand, pulling you towards him. "youâre doing fine. trust me. the kids love it. youâre the best santa theyâll get this year."
"but i don't even look like santaâŠ" you mumble.
he smiles, adjusting your hat into place. âso what? they can't even tell. you're just that goodâ
âohâ you grin sheepishly. âreally?â
âyes, reallyâ he laughs. you love his laugh.
âso stop worrying. speaking of which...â he leans in just slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur. âsanta, can i get an early christmas gift?â
you scrunch your nose in disgust. âjake. that's so cornyâ
still, the pink on your cheeks betray you. for once, you're grateful for the beard.
âyeahâ he admits, gazing at you with adoration, santa suit and all. âbut you like itâ
you roll your eyes as he leans in to kiss you. the beard tickles your chin, and youâre pretty sure it tickles his too, judging by the way he pauses and laughs against your lips. it's soft and sweet. practically magical.
well. it would have been magical, if not for the tiny squeak that echoes in your ear.
âmommy, look!â a little voice shouts. âwhoâs that guy? why is he kissing santa?â
you both dart your heads, panic setting in as you see a little boy pointing at the two of you. the door you forgot to close fully creaks a bit wider as his mother tugs him away.
âhush! don't point! it's rude! letâs not interrupt santa while sheâs â i mean, heâs, uhâŠworking!â she says quickly, shooting you and jake an apologetic smile before hurrying off.
you stare after them in mortification before glancing back to him. âi can't believe it. did i just traumatise a child?â
jake just bursts into laughter, shaking his head. âi can. never mind, youâre seriously the worst santa everâ
âyeah? maybe next time you can wear the beardâ you shoot back, smoothing out any creases in the suit.
âdealâ his smile grows wider as he drapes an arm over your shoulder. âbut donât blame me when the north pole gets a new leader after i outshine youâ
you canât help your own smile from forming. âmerry christmas to you tooâ
A/N: typing 'mall' pained me deeply, but it seemed like the best choice of words. i am not american (-.-)
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Smother the Flame in Your Heart - Part IX

Read previous parts here or read on Ao3
Pairing: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka
Word Count: ~5000
Warnings: vampire stuff, sexy time [rimming, anal fingering, anal sex]
This was a fun one ;)
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A week later, Sam still hadnât been able to shake the possible threat out of his head. âThreatâ may have been dramatic, but thatâs what it felt like to himâfinally, after all this time, Danny had been secure enough to strengthen their bond, to make them both whole and tethered together forever, and now Sam felt all of that was tainted. The mere possibility of the twinsâor just Jake, whatever, it didnât matterâknowing felt wrong. It was a never-ending itch on his skin, made worse when he stepped downstairs, still groggy from a slightly restless night, and saw Jake lounging on the couch with a copy of Dracula in front of his face.
Sam stopped in the hallway, staring at this image in the living room before him. It was so obvious, so on the nose, that to him, there was no way it wasnât a signalâan antagonistic, diabolical signal. His grogginess quickly turned into heart-pounding, blood-heating edginess and he stayed there for a few seconds, feeling both incredibly compelled to move and frozen in place. Seriously, why couldnât anything ever be easy?
âWhat?â Jake asked, locking eyes with his younger brother who was still staring at him.
Sam inhaled a shallow breath and forced his hands to relax at his sides. âYouâve read that before.â
Jake raised an eyebrow. âSo?â
âSo why are you reading it again?â Sam asked, knowing he should just leave it alone. If it was purely a coincidence, heâd have to explain why he was being so goddamn weird instead of just going to the kitchen to make coffee like usual. But, unfortunately, no real part of him believed it was a coincidence.
Jake gave Sam weary and innocent eyes. âI like it. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or what?â
Sam scoffed softly and turned on his heel as he grumbled, âYouâre a dick.â He half-hoped that Jake hadnât heard, but his brother scoffed in returnâloudlyâand Sam knew heâd dug himself a bit of a hole. It was a good thing Jake didnât follow him into the kitchen though, because he wasnât sure how to get out of it. Not right now, foggy and pissed off without solid reason, insecurities unraveling like ribbons.Â
Would it really be terrible if Jake did suspect something? If he actually knew? Sam asked himself these sorts of questions while he started the process of brewing his coffee and came to the same answer each timeâyes, it would be bad. Maybe Danny wouldnât mindâeventually. It wasnât a matter of trust. The twins could keep a secret when they needed to and what would the point be in telling anyone else about Danny anyway? There wasnât one. That wasnât the issue. It was too soon, that was the issue. Sam had just gotten what he wanted and Jake was shoving his nose into their business, too perceptive and curious for his own good, ruining the sanctity of Samâs own desires and what he had with only Danny.Â
Typical, he thought while he poured his mug full, the steam rising into his face. So typical that somethingâsomeone, his own brother!--would come along and create a problem. It didnât even make him feel better that, last he checked, Danny wasnât actually very worried about this. That made Sam feel even more on edge about it. Why wouldnât Danny be worried? What if his lack of worry meant he felt itâd be easier to, if he wanted to, if the twins wanted toâ
No. Sam shook that thought away. Not going there.Â
He went out back with his coffee to sit on the deck, contemplative and unsteady enough that not even the cool yet slightly balmy spring morning air could soothe him. But the text when he finally checked his phone, reclining beneath the rustling leaves and blinking sunlight, did:Â
Good morning, beautiful
It was Dannyâs usual text, which never failed to make Sam smile. With that, everything seemed a little less scary. A little easier.
Good morning, handsome. Am I seeing you today?
With that, just a few moments later, Danny, ever old-fashioned, gave Sam a call.Â
âYes, youâre definitely seeing me today,â Danny immediately told him, and Sam smiled again, looking up at the sky.Â
âGood. I really need to,â he told his boyfriend, taking a sip of the coffee that was still too hot, cursing as he burned his tongue.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âThis coffee is too fucking hot,â Sam explained, then sighed, shoving the mug aside. âBut thatâs not all. Do you know what Jake is reading right now?â
âWhat?â
âFucking Dracula!âÂ
Danny actually laughed. âNo kidding? I mean, Sammyâcould just be a coincidence. You said Jake is a big reader and Dracula is a classic. Iâve read it too.â
âBefore or after you became a vampire?â Sam asked, keeping his voice low, not trusting that his nosy brothers never listened to his calls.
âAfter.â
âYouâre missing the point,â Sam said, waving his hand as wildly as his mind was working. âYou said it yourself that it seems like Jake knows. Or knows something. Maybe has a theoryââ
âYeah, and it freaked me out. It still kind of does. But until heâor Joshâsays something definitive, Iâm really trying not to worry about it. I donât think either of them would tell anyone elseâdo you?â
Sam sighed again, shoulders drooping. âNo. But thatâs also not the point.â
âSo tell me,â Danny said, voice so soft that Samâs soul was soothed just a little once again. âWhatâs the point?â
âWell,â Sam began, chewing his lip, reaching for the coffee again. âI think itâd be great if your family knew. If you ever wanted to tell them, I think itâd be cathartic for you. But beyond that, I like that itâs just you and me. Itâs our secret now, not just yours.â
âYou donât want your brothers involved.â
âNo.â Sam glanced back at the house, where it was still quiet and no one seemed to be invading his privacy, and tried to keep the other thoughts to himself. Those werenât insecurities worth voicing aloud, because those insecurities would never become reality.Â
âThatâs okay. I get it. But we canât stop them from being curious and figuring it out on their own, right?â
âI guess,â Sam grumbled.
Danny chuckled. âJake seems like the sort of person whoâd be into vampires. Itâs harmless.â
Was it? That phrasing echoed in Samâs mindâJake being into vampires. Well, Sam was the only person on earth who was allowed to be into Danny. âIt better fuckinâ be,â Sam said, his own voice harsher than heâd intended. He took his first successful drink and let his body grow warm from the coffee and the morning sunlight. âSo what do you wanna do today, my sexy vampire man?â
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Of course Sam didnât want Danny hanging out at the Kiszka house. Certainly not when Jake was apparently showing off his copy of Dracula like a taunt, at least according to Sam. Danny was okay with thatâhis apartment felt a lot less bleak when Sam was inside it. He envied that the Kiszkas had an actual house to themselves, rented or notârenting a one-bedroom apartment that he hadnât cared much about to begin with paled in comparison. Though as time went on with Sam and the more Sam came over, Danny found himself changing things here and thereâhe got a new set of sheets of deep indigo thread and a somewhat matching throw pillow to prop up against his more ordinary pillows. He hung framed pictures and artwork that had been stuck on the floor since heâd moved in, and he swapped out the ancient beanbag chair from his childhood for a much cooler, much more comfortable cushioned chair that Sam liked to curl into when Danny was doing laundry or doing the dishes or whatever. That was a beautiful part of their relationship, he thoughtâjust hanging out. It felt so couple-y, so domestic. He loved it. He loved looking over and seeing Sam reading or on his phone or flipping through Netflix like he was just meant to be there doing just that, because he was.Â
Nevertheless, the ripple through his belly when he thought about Jake figuring him out wasnât just nerves and fearâit was excitement, too. Danny felt a little guilty about that as well, like it was wrong for some small part of himself to actually want someoneâJake or Josh, it didnât matter whichâto discover his secret. He understood why Sam wanted to keep it between the two of them. Danny did too, ultimately, so he couldnât understand the opposition simmering in his belly. What was to gain from Jake knowing? From Josh knowing in turn? Nothing, as far as he could tell, except maybe it was exciting because, unlike the people Danny fed on, the twins wouldnât be afraid of him. Theyâd be curious, interested, so intrigued instead of so terrified, horrified. Sam would be enraged though, Danny knew that, the jealous streak inside him was so fierce and unrelenting. That was always flattering, but also nerve-wracking.Â
Clouds drifting across the sky brought a curtain of rain that kept Danny and Sam inside on their Sunday; Sam had the foresight to bring his bass along, so jamming together with the drumbeat of raindrops on the windows filled their afternoon. Sam was an excellent musical partnerâthe way they just went together was exemplary in how they played, how their minds worked, and Danny loved watching Samâs facial expressions while he plucked that bass more than nearly anything else. The only thing that may have superseded that vision was when Sam was beneath him, writhing and moaning, which is the exact position Danny got him in when the rain wouldnât let up and the bass faces became too much to handle.
âMm,â Sam hummed against Dannyâs mouth, blissed out just from those gentle yet urgent kisses. Danny was so good at treating him like a treasure that he couldnât wait to unearth. âWhat got you so frisky?â
Dannyâs hands wandered beneath Samâs shirt, fingers skimming sharp hip bones and the flat abdomen. âWatching you play. You know what that pretty face does to me.â
Sam laughed, tilting his head back; Dannyâs mouth found the way there, kissing his throat. âI never think about it in the moment,â Sam told him, his own hands exploring the broad plane of Dannyâs shoulders and upper back. âIâm so focused when we play together. I donât even know what my face looks like.âÂ
âI canât even describe it,â Danny said, sniffing Samâs hair that was fanned out against his pillows. âIâll hold up a mirror next time.â
Another laugh from Sam. âYou look even more focused than I feel when you play.â When Danny inhaled deeply, nose pressed right below his ear, he said, âI bet youâre hungry. Itâs been a week.â
It was true. Itâd been a week surviving off the small mouthful Danny had allowed himself during Samâs birthday weekend, nothing from anyone else, and he was very hungry. Samâs scent floated through his nose, his head, his body, fluidly until his mouth was watering; he could feel Samâs pulse beneath his lips when he kissed back down his neck and the heat of the blood beneath his skin like a siren song.Â
âI know. God, I really want to, Sam,â Danny said softly, bringing their lips together again to try and smother the desire.Â
Sam held him close, kissing him back for a minute before he tugged on Dannyâs hair to break apart. âSo do it,â he said, hooking one leg around Dannyâs hips. âI want you to.â
Today, Danny wasnât in the position to fight back very much. Not after the hungerâthe thirst, whatever it wasâexpanded to fill his entire body and not after watching Sam on that bass. Not after he recalled those words from months prior, when Sam told him he could be the rain Danny needed so desperately, just like the April showers that were coming down around them.Â
âI will,â Danny said, and the smile on Samâs face was all the affirmation he needed. He touched the healing patch on Samâs neck, still a little warm but not as grisly as it had been a few days ago. âBut I canât bite your neck again.âÂ
âSo where?â Sam asked, rubbing his hips up against Dannyâs.Â
âYour thigh?â Danny proposed, shifting off Sam and to the side, sitting next to him. He lifted Samâs shirt a little to stroke his tummy, looking down as his boyfriend spread his legs.Â
âThatâs hot,â Sam said, lifting his hips again so he could get his pants off, eager as always. Danny smiled and helped him out, pulling at the hems and yanking them off so Sam could get his shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. Sam sat up and moved forward on his knees to get his hands back on Danny, tugging his shirt up and over his head, diving down to kiss his chest, to lick through the patch of hair on his sternum.Â
Danny closed his eyes and let himself get lost in Samâs touches and kisses until his boyfriend laid back down and pulled him right on top with a bright giggle. Danny gave a playful nip to his cheek, then asked, âDo you think it will hurt more or less?â
âLess,â Sam said, undoing the fly of Dannyâs jeans. He slid his hand past the loosened denim, cupping his bulge. âMy thighs arenât as sensitive.â
Danny smirked. âI donât know if thatâs true.â
Sam gave a slap to the inside of his own leg. âGet down there and test it out.âÂ
Danny followed the other, kneeling between Samâs spread legs. His hands roamed up the thin, soft thighs, giving the fleshiest parts a squeeze; Sam reached down and started to stroke himself through his underwear, watching intently, and Danny felt the surge of need and determination once again. The need to feast as much as he safely could and the determination to draw that line of safety and stick to it. When he looked back up into Samâs eyes, he knew it wasnât a problem anymore. He was so lovesick, his heart would never allow him to go over the edge.Â
âPut a pillow under your hips,â he instructed, and Sam instantly obliged, wiggling the pillow beneath himself so Danny had some leverage. Danny lowered himself and pressed a trail of tender kisses up the one long leg from his ankle to the crease in his thigh, the very same spot he was practically drooling over. Sam was breathing hard above him, still idly toying with his covered package that Danny could see was already rock solid. Another soft, lingering kiss to his leg before Danny asked, âAre you ready?â
âAlways, baby,â Sam affirmed, giving him a light kick.Â
Danny grabbed that bony ankle and held that leg down while he spread the other wider, hunkering back down between them. He closed his eyes again to breathe in deeply, his nose grazing Samâs cotton-covered male appendage; Sam shuddered and gasped softly, moving his hand aside, but Danny was too focused on his first task to linger there. The tip of his nose journeyed to the side and down a bit, then he was pressing his face right into the plush flesh of that soft inner thigh, so wildly tempting.Â
In the two other times Danny had satiated himself with Sam, Sam had never been able to actually see him in action. Not his face, and watching the gentle fluttering of his eyelashes as if Danny was entering pure intoxication, the subtle knitting of his brow, the clench of his hand around his thigh, all of it just made Sam even harder. So turned on that he didnât even really feel the pain of the bite this timeâhe was fixated on the movement of Dannyâs jaw and lips, the tight suction of them around his skin, and the very brief flash of fangs that set everything in motion. Samâs chest tightened and his hands balled into fists in the sheets, his legs trembling as Danny sucked and slurped.Â
âFuck, Danny,â he breathed, his chest growing tighter and a rushing wave of heat warming his body when Dannyâs bright, beautiful eyes met his. There was so much he wanted to say, but all he could manage was, âYouâre so fucking hot.âÂ
Danny actually managed a wink response while he sucked gently and carefullyâa few more seconds was all he needed, all he really needed and then heâd be good for a while with how phenomenal Sam tasted, with how full he really did make him feel. The hot, salty but also slightly sweet, rich blood ran down his throat and warmed him from the inside out, and made him feel satiated in a way no food ever did. And Danny really did love to eat. It was just that nothing was as good as Sam.Â
âGoddamn,â he said roughly, blood slick on his tongue and lips and a little dribble running down his chin when he popped off. He just needed a second of clear air and to see Samâs wide, entranced eyes, then he dipped back down to lick that bite clean and seal the wound.Â
Sam felt a little dizzy, but not from the small amount of blood lossâno, he was dizzy from how wild and gorgeous Danny looked with the blood on his mouth and chin and the glow that his skin shined with, the fantastical allure in his eyes when they looked at each other again. He grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled Danny onto his back, climbing on top and dropping down like a bolt of lightning to kiss him hard and fierce, licking the blood away. Strong hands grabbed Samâs ass, squeezing, and Danny moaned into his boyfriendâs mouth as Sam started to ride him just like that, in his underwear while Danny was still in his open jeans.Â
Feeling quite frenzied himself, Danny scrambled to get his pants off without tossing Sam off; Sam helped, lifting himself enough to yank those pesky jeans down, then the boxers, then Danny was reciprocating by getting Samâs underwear off. With a sigh of relief, Sam sank back down with hands on Dannyâs chest and their cocks rubbing together with the gentler back and forth of his hips, Dannyâs hands returning to his ass, fingers skimming between his cheeks.
âHowâs your thigh?â he asked, looking down at the fresh red skin, the inevitable growing bruise. Despite drinking from there longer, it didnât look as scary as Samâs neck hadâmore cushioning, Danny supposed.
âItâs fine,â Sam said, bending down to lick the last bit of leftover blood away from Dannyâs bottom lip. He arched his back, looking into Dannyâs eyes while he squeezed his pecs: âWe need lube.â
Danny pressed a kiss just beneath Samâs chin. âYes we do. Are you gonna get it?â
As soon as Sam did get it, the bottle in his hand, Danny pounced up from the bed and snatched him around the waist. Surprised and inadvertently being tickled on his stomach, Sam burst into laughter as Danny manhandled him back on top of the mattress on all fours; he let out a quiet grunt when a firm hand was placed on his back to push him down, propping his hips up and his face down against the bed.
âThis is good,â Danny said, squirting lube into his palm and stroking himself, taking in the sight of Sam in his face down, ass up position. Good for obvious reasons, but also because the position prevented him from seeing what heâd done to Samâs thigh, though he didnât feel the same horrible guilt he normally didâhe actually felt more relief than anything. But still having to see the damageâbecause really, thatâs what it wasâso up close and personal each time made him apt to tumble into another dark place. Not now, he concluded while he ran his hands down Samâs sides, not today.Â
Ever impatient, Sam wiggled his hips and tried to shove himself back. He let out a deep breath of his own relief when Dannyâs hands squeezed him once before sliding down, one spreading him open while the other slid down further to hold his unscathed thigh. Dannyâs tongue licked up through his crack and Samâs own voice cracked while he cursed, rubbing his face against the sheets that smelled just like Danny. Just like the both of them, and even just that made Samâs dick twitch, then twitch again as Dannyâs fingers dug into his thigh and that devilish tongue dug into his ass.Â
Danny jerked himself off slowly while eating Sam out. He could hear his own soundsâslurps and grunts, soft moans and growls, all similar to when he was drinking from himâweave with Samâs increasingly loud ones, growing louder still when he reached down to stroke himself too. Danny gave a quick, shallow nip to Samâs ass before he yanked his wrist away and took the over, ignoring his own erection for Samâs, diving back in and getting him wet.
Samâs back arched even more to shove himself back into Dannyâs face. âYeah, god, yeah,â he panted, eyes squeezing shut while his hands gripped the sheets even tighter. âJerk me off like that, Dannyâget me wetââ His body was coming to life in a way only Danny ever could doâevery inch of his skin tingling so fiercely that Samâs hard-on wasnât even the focal point. It was everything all at once, from Dannyâs caring yet demanding hold on him to the ball of tension coiling in his belly with every touch.
The sudden release of his cock and the slide of wet, cold fingers inside him made Sam grimace, hissing slightly through his teeth. Danny rubbed the small of his back gently, lovingly, while those fingers flexed minutely inside of him. âThatâs it, Sammy,â he said when Sam reached for his neglected erection. Dannyâs voice barely above a whisper, blinking through a bout of dizziness from just how turned on he was: âTouch yourself for me.â
Of course, Sam didâlong, tight strokes over his cock that got even better when Danny nudged the bottle of lube closer, allowing Sam to steal a bit for himself. He groaned in ecstasy at the extra slick slide while Dannyâs fingers pumped in and out of him, each give and take a bit faster as he felt Samâs body get more and more relaxed.Â
âCome on, big boy,â Sam said with his cheek pressed against his own forearm. âIâm ready for you.â
âAre you sure?â Danny asked, making another slow thrust with his fingers. Satiated and, for once, not so uneasy about that, he felt more playful than usual; watching Sam squirm and hearing him huff with impatience egged him on. He pet his fingers over the shallow dip in Samâs lower back some more, feeling his muscles twitch beneath his touch. âYouâre just so tight. I donât wanna hurt you.â
Sam laughed. âWhose ego are you stroking more now? Mine or yours?â
But Danny wasnât going to play along that way so quicklyâhe was so easy for Sam to tease. He wanted to get Sam so riled up that he started really begging and pleading. He wanted those words to drip from that pretty mouth like honey and weave melodies in Dannyâs ears.Â
âYou really are tight, baby,â he went on, curling his fingers and pressing them just right, right in the spot that made Sam tremble and helplessly cry out. Dannyâs own cock twitched, waiting and aching, but he brought his free hand down to the tender, freshly bitten spot on Samâs thigh instead, stroking the skin with one fingertip. âSo delicate. Sometimes I worry Iâm just gonna fucking break you.â
What Sam thought was, Even if you could, you wouldnât, but what came out of his mouth wasnât even a single word, but a ragged, desperate, whiny moan. He had to stop jerking himself off with Danny repeatedly tormenting his prostate, making him too close to coming. He wanted to be full of Dannyâs cock when that happened.
Danny eased up a bit, pulling back from Samâs most sensitive little spot. âWhyâd you stop touching yourself?â
âYou know why,â Sam bit out, propping himself up on his hands. He was going to leave it at that, but then he felt Dannyâs teeth digging into his ass; through shaky breaths, he added, âDonât wanna come yet.â
âI donât want you to either,â Danny said, pulling his fingers out to line his cock up with Samâs wet hole instead, one hand on a slightly shaky, bird-boned shoulder while he shoved his hips forward and sank in, making both of them sigh and groan. Once he was to the hilt, Danny wrapped his arms around Samâs chest and slowly laid him down flat, covering the length of his body with his own. He loved being close to Sam any which way, but this way was most definitely his absolute favorite.
Sam buried his face into the mattress, muffling his own sounds as Dannyâs thrusts became steadier, but Danny laced his fingers through his hair, urging his head to the side. âI wanna hear you,â he said, pressing his lips to his temple. âYou make the sweetest, sexiest sounds.â
Sam had never known he was such a sucker for praise until Danny came along. He panted while Danny kissed his hairline, his cheek, back up to his brow. âI do?â
A soft chuckle that made Samâs stomach tingle. âYeah, you do. Let it all out,â Danny encouraged, moving his hips against Samâs ass, pushing himself deeper with each tension and release of his muscles. Sam was so warm around him and beneath him; he closed his eyes and sighed, once again whisked away by his beautiful partner.Â
Sam groaned and bucked his hips as best he could against the bed; Danny moving faster, fucking into him a little harder, was helping him get the friction he needed. But he wanted something else, something that he knew would make him come instantly. âBite me,â he said, extending an arm back to grope for Dannyâs hair, to tug on it and show that he was serious.
Even with that, Danny still asked breathlessly, âWhat?âÂ
Sam roped his fingers into Dannyâs curls. âPleaseâjust one more time.â
Still thrusting into him, Danny wasnât even going to bother asking if Sam was actually sure. No doubt he was. And again, Danny felt an assuring swirl of bliss knowing that he wouldnât go overboard. He shook his head to get out of Samâs hold and looked at the delicate sloping shoulders and the sharp planes of shoulder blades beneath them; he wouldnât bite Samâs neck again, of course, but anywhere else was almost fair game, especially when every inch of Samâs body was sumptuous and tempting.Â
He nuzzled his face into Samâs nape, sniffing his hair, his skin, his sweat; Sam whined, cock aching and trapped against the bed. Danny kissed down the curve of one shoulder then down a bit more, nudging his nose between Samâs tricep and chest, the tip of his nose brushing through armpit hair. That was the spot, Danny felt, where Samâs natural scent, his organic allure, came through the most strongly. His hips had slowed down while he explored but when he actually sank his teeth into that small spot against Samâs ribcage, the immediate rush of blood on his tongue again made him spur onward, fucking Sam so hard that the bed began to thunder against the wall.
Sam gasped at the initial breaking of his skinâit never ceased to amaze him how sharp Dannyâs teeth really were, even just in appearance. Feeling them was entirely different though and he leaned into the pain, arching his back, then he was forced back down as Danny rutted against him over and over. When Danny moaned as he slurped for a couple seconds, Sam cried out and felt the orgasm that had been building rupture, his cock twitching and spurting into the sheets beneath his body.Â
With a growl, Danny sucked hard for one last second, then made long, slow swipes of his tongue over the bite. He closed his eyes and held Sam close, one arm around his neck and the other caressing his side; Samâs name rang in his head over and over while the physical release unraveled. When he did actually come, he moaned Samâs name freely in his boyfriendâs ear, huffing and quickly spreading kisses all over his face. The last one pressed to Samâs eyebrow made him giggle; Danny laughed a little too and disconnected them, though he was quick to roll onto his side and take Sam with him, spooning them back together.Â
âMy delicious, sweet, sexy man,â Danny said, the affection in those words giving Sam goosebumps. Danny traced one finger around the faded bite mark on his ribcage, over the blotch of red and lavender heâd created. âI am so totally smitten with you.â
Sam could never get enough of the afterglow with Dannyâso sweet and adoring he was. âIâm obsessed with you,â he told Danny, not even joking in the slightest. The bite on his ribcage burned a little; the bite on his thigh was a dull throb. All of it made him feel even more loved. He sighed and pressed his cheek into Dannyâs wrist as he said, âNow Iâm hungry.â
âMe too. For actual food.â Danny gave a lingering kiss to Samâs shoulder before he got up, stretching. âIâll make us something.â
âWait,â Sam said, crawling across the bed to grab his hand. âShower with me first. Iâm a mess.â
Danny ruffled his fingers through Samâs hair, gazing at his face. âA hot messâbut in the best way.â
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darkest truths : s.r
returning from his time in prison, spencer joins you and the team on a mission that takes a darker turn than you couldâve imagined. (2k)Â
darkest truths / brightest liesÂ
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Everyone was a tad nervous for Spencer to return, yet despite the team's anticipation to watch him walk through the glass doors to the bullpen, a few kept a close eye on you.
âTodays the day, huh?â Penelope nudges you, snapping you from your deep thought about the situation in hand.
Spinning in your chair, you hum in response. âYeah, today is the big day.â You laugh lightly, but Penelope as always can see straight through you.
Tutting under her breath, she perches herself on the edge of your desk. âWhat is it? You didnât have a fight or something last night?â Penelope asks, but you shake your head.
âNo, we, weâre good, I promise you.â You reach out, resting your hand on her arm as you listen to a long sigh of relief from Penelope. âIâve just got a lot on my mind, but nothing I canât handle.â You assure her, wanting to move the topic onward.
âThank the heavens for that,â She rises to her feet happily. âI canât have my forbidden lovers at a loss.â Penelope dramatically claims before a gasp sounds from her.
Leaning back, you catch sight of the reason for her gasp; Doctor Spencer Reid returning to the bullpen, something no one thought was a possibility for a short while.
âYouâre back!â Penelope yells as she rushes over, enveloping Spencer into a tight hug.
Spencer hugs Penelope back, patting her back as he looks over at you with a small smile. You knew he was nervous about returning, heâd been up half the night talking to you over the phone as he rearranged his book collection for the twelfth time.
Quickly, everyone welcomed Spencer back with open arms. JJ was the last to greet him, having a quiet word before glancing over to you. âDonât leave her waiting any longer, Spence.â JJ mutters to Spencer, patting his arm as she smiles your way.
Rising to your feet, Spencer hovers in front of you. âWelcome back, Doctor Reid.â You chuckle, even after all these years, some things never do change.
âItâs good to be back, Y/l/n.â He tells you, his hand reaching out for yours as he squeezes it lightly. âThank you for last night, and staying on the phone.â Spencer mutters, feeling you squeeze his hand back for a moment.
âAnytime, Spence. You know that.â You whisper back, hugging him briefly just as Emily emerges from her office.
âI hate to say it now, but weâve got a case.â She announces, and you all quickly file into the conference room.
Taking your seats, Spencer sits beside you as Penelope places all your files down. âCanât say this is the warm welcome I expected to be giving to the good Doctor himself but seems serial killers refuse to take a day off.â Penelope states as she picks up her remote.
Shuffling forward in your seat, you watch closely, oblivious to Spencer glancing out of the corner of his eye. Yet, despite your lack of knowledge, Rossi could see it clearly. Spencer could barely take his eyes off of you, admiring the concentration as your brows furrow together, the determination and focus in your gaze as you listen intently to Penelope. Truth be told, Spencer missed it, more than he allows to let on.
âToday youâll be heading to Beavercreek, Ohio. Within the past week, there have been three separate homicides. All three victims have yet to be identified and were found with eight gunshot wounds, one of which in the head, killing them.â Penelope shudders as you all look through the case files.
âShot execution-style, efficient.â You comment, looking at the photos of the two male victims found on the outskirts of town, dumped with their ankles and wrists bound.
âDo we have any leads?â Tara asks, and Emily steps in.
âSince we have yet to identify our John and Jane Does, weâre going based on missing person reports within the past twelve months. These victims were all taken and killed recently, so our unsub isnât keeping them long. Wheels up in thirty.â Emily explains. Â âOh, Y/n, mind if I have a word?â She asks, exiting the room as she heads to her office.
âSomeones in trouble.â Luke jokes as you roll your eyes, but Spencer glances over as a look of concern crosses his expression.
âItâs fine, Spence.â You assure him. âYou go ahead, Iâll be right behind.â You smile to him as he exits the conference room with JJ whilst you make your way over to Emilyâs office.
âI know this is Spencerâs first day back, but I wanted to ask how you are.â Emily states as she gathers her things whilst you hover in the doorway.
Smiling softly, you nod. âI, Iâm good.â You tell her, but Emily raises a brow, clearly unconvinced. âI promise, Em. Iâm doing fine.â
âOkay,â She sighs, walking toward you. âbut if thereâs any change, you have to let me know, alright?â
âYou got it, boss.â You salute to her as you both exit her office, catching up with the rest of the team as you enter the elevator.
*
Standing in the MEâs office, the sight before you made your stomach churn.
Usually, these sort of sights never had an effect on you, but something this time is different.
âHey, you okay in there?â JJ asks, resting her hand on your arm as you snap from your daze as you stare at the bullet hole in the centre of the forehead, wishing that it was the only bullet hole on the John Doe.
âSorry,â You mumble. âlost in thought for a second.â You clear your throat, stepping closer to the John Doe as you bend over, taking a closer look at the bruising on the wrists from the ropes. âSo these victims were tied up, restrained and then shot seven times in the torso and once in the head?â
JJ walks over with the MEâs report in hand. âActually,â JJ trails off and you stand up now, looking at her as her brows furrow. âit says seven shots were fired post mortem.â
âWhy would the unsub shoot seven times after their victim was already dead? Seems like severe overkill.â You reason, and JJ hums. âSometimes not adding up, we better let the others know.â
âHold on,â JJ pauses, reading further into the report. âit says thereâs something on each victim's mastoids.â
Turning around, you walk over and glance down. âItâs the letter T.â You tell JJ as she bends down beside you, taking a look for herself. âCould it be a signature?â
âIâm not sure.â She states. âLet me get the report for our first Jane Doe, see if thereâs anything different for hers.â
As JJ exits the room, you exhale deeply and take a seat. âItâs fine, Y/n.â You tell yourself as you rest your hands against the cool metal cabinet behind you as you try to recompose yourself.
âY/n,â JJ calls out. âwe gotta talk to the team, look.â
Passing you the file, you sigh at the sight of what is on the Jane Doeâs ear.
âT & D?â You speak up, and JJ nods. âLetâs go.â
*
âTruth or Dare.â Spencer states as he stands in front of the boards. âOur unsub is playing truth or dare with our Jane and John Does. Answer truthfully, avoid being shot. Lie, and well.â He trails off as he motions to the pictures behind him.
âAny update on who our Does might be?â JJ asks as Penelope remains connected and the sound of her typing echoes through the line.
âIâve found a potential match for our Jane Doe. Lucia Hanes, 24, went missing six months ago. On her way home from work but never arrived, reported missing since and never found.â Penelope explains.
âGarcia, can you-â
âIâve sent you her families details to your tablets.â Penelope finishes before Emily could even ask.
Chuckling to yourself, you open your tablet, looking at the information. âThanks, Pen.â You call out as you all split up, you and Luke heading to Luciaâs mother's house.
âSo, how does it feel?â Luke asks as you pull up outside Marie Jakings house.
âHow does what feel?â You question as you walk up the driveway, Luke behind you.
âHaving Reid back?â He nudges you playfully. âCome on, heâs your guy, or whatever you two call it.â
Rolling your eyes, you knock on Marieâs door. âHeâs my boyfriend, technically.â You comment, knowing Spencer has spent more time in jail than you have officially dating. âBut my best friend first and foremost.â You add as the door opens.
âHello?â Marie answers, crossing her arms as she looks between you and Luke.
âMs Jakings?â Luke asks as he holds his badge out. âIâm Agent Alvez and this is Agent Y/L/N. Weâre here regarding the disappearance of your daughter, Lucia Hanes.â
Marieâs hand rises as she covers her mouth, muffling a sob. âMs Jakings, I understand this has been hard for you, but weâre only asking for a few minutes if thatâs alright?â Your voice softens as Marie straightens up and stifles her sob, allowing you both inside.
Sitting in her living room, you canât help but notice the pictures of Lucia covering the mantelpiece and as you blink, you canât help but vision Lucia lying on that metal table, lifeless.
âThank you for your time, Ms Jakings,â Luke speaks up as Marie sits opposite you, her hands shaking as she picks up her mug of coffee.
âDo you have kids?â She questions, looking between you both.
âI, no.â You stumble over your words as she simply nods.
âSo you have no idea how hard this is? Your daughter goes to work and never comes home, and has potentially been a victim of, of a serial killer?â Marieâs voice cracks as tears fall from her eyes.
âMs Jakings, Iâm sorry, I truly am. But right now, weâre just trying to find any connection between your daughter and our unsub.â Luke explains, leaning forward whilst you swallow the vomit rising in your throat. âWas there anyone who wouldâve wanted to hurt Lucia? Or had a problem with her?â
Marie hums to herself for a moment before glancing towards you. âNo, she, she was a kind person. She studied hard, she was saving up to go travelling. I, Iâve never had an issue with her.â Marie states. âBut, there was this incident in High School,â Marie mutters.
âAn incident?â You ask. âWhat, what sort of incident?â
âWell, Lucia and her classmates took part in an online game. She told me it was something everyone was doing all around town.â Marie glances over to the framed photo of Lucia and herself on Luciaâs graduation. âI didnât think much of it, none of the parents did.â
âWhat game was this?â Luke speaks up, now taking his phone out to record the conversation between the three of you.
âTruth or dare.â Marie tells you both, noticing the look shared between you and Luke.
âMs Jakings, I think itâs best if we bring you into the station, for your own safety and we can continue the conversation there.â You explain as you rise to your feet, Marie complying.
âIâll call Garcia, have her check into the history of this game in the school.â Luke comments as you walk out to the SUV with Marie.
As you all sit in the SUV, Luke pulls away whilst you sit in the back with Marie. âItâs to do with that game, isnât it?â Marie asks, her voice shaking now as you remain silent. âI knew it would catch up with them.â She mutters.
âMs Jakings, what do you-â
Before you could finish your sentence, Luke yells as a force collides with the car. Immediately youâre knocked to the side, slamming your head against the window as you faintly hear Luke calling your name until everything becomes black.
PART TWO
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Now to celebrate 100+ followers, a one-shot I wrote last night. :) I can write romantic fluff when I feel like it. lol
All the Time in the World
A JakexMC one-shot.
âPromise me you will never go to Duskwood.â
Ha! As if I could! I was a bit disappointed in Jake at that point, I thought he had already figured out I lived on the other side of the world. What kind of hacker was he? As if I could just hop in the car and drive over? Or did he really think I could afford an on the spur of the moment international plane ticket? Of course I was just messing with Phil. Even putting aside the lingering effects of the pandemic and the reluctance to travel internationally, there is no way I could afford it.
I was grateful that the events in Duskwood came to a close last year. It wasnât a pretty outcome, but Hannah was found alive. Overtime my connections with the others waned, not to mention Jake quickly went back into hiding. At nearly two years on, it was becoming a distant memory, almost a dream.
What have I accomplished in two years? Well Iâm still a barista working in a cafe, putting up with fussy customers during the morning rushes, trying my best to please them. Not exactly where I saw myself after getting my degree, but here I am.
I found myself daydreaming a lot at work lately of how nice it would be to be swept off my feet and taken away from this crappy life. And then I'd be snapped back to reality by some prick complaining I put too much milk in his coffee.
Donât get me wrong, not all customers are bad. Actually a vast majority are quite nice, but the nasty ones have a way of standing out and making you want to splash hot water in their faces. There has been a new customer the past couple of weeks, a very unassuming one, who comes in and orders his coffee, then sits at the table in the corner for the rest of the morning with his laptop. I donât know why he stands out to me when he tries not to. Maybe I have a thing now for guys who wear hoods? He always gives me such a gentle smile that warms my heart. By the time the morning rush is over, heâs gone. My coworkers never seem to notice him so I wondered sometimes if I just imagined him.
One day as the last of the rush cleared, I stood back and sighed. I noticed that the hooded man is still there. Oh no, my boss has a policy against people who only order one drink and then hang around too long. So I have to approach him and encourage him to order another coffee. I donât like pushing the nice ones.
âUm, you finished your coffee, would you like another?â I asked hesitantly.
âSure,â he smiled and pulled out a 20. I started to walk off when he cleared his throat. âCan you add another drink to that order?â
âYes, of course,â I turned back and smiled. âWhat did you want?â
âWhatever you want,â he said quietly.
âIâm sorry?â I looked at him confused.
âYou look like you could use a break,â he smiled gently.
My heart skipped a beat. I've been hit on by customers of course. It is the curse of being female. But he seemed so genuine that I thought, Why the hell not?
âOk, Iâll be right back,â I blushed walking off.
I quickly put together his coffee exactly how he likes it and my cappuccino. After ringing it up on the register and printing the receipt, I told Jeremy, my coworker, that Iâm taking my 15 minutes break. I took the tray of drinks over and put them down at the table with the change and receipt for payment. As I sat down across from the man with the hood, he put his laptop away. There was an awkward silence that I had to break.
âYour accent, youâre not from around here,â I commented.
âI am not,â he responded.
âAre you here for business or...?â I queried.
âFor personal reasons, but I look to be staying a while,â he explained.
âSo, uh, what do you do on that laptop everyday?â I asked.
âIT work. I can literally do it anywhere in the world,â he smiled.
âSo you choose to do it here?â I questioned, then took a sip of my cappuccino.
âI like the ambience here,â he winked.
I blushed and looked into my cup. âMaybe you could tell that to all of the 1-star reviews,â I grumbled.
â1-star reviews?â he looked at me confused.
âSorry, itâs just annoying as a small business to put your heart and soul into work everyday, then turn around and find a snarky 1-star review because you didnât smile at them right. âThe woman on the register was rude!â,â I explained, quoting one from the other day.
âI could make those reviews go away, if you would like,â he responded nonchalantly.
I looked at him wide-eyed, âUh, no, itâs fine. Sorry, I was ranting.â
âThen maybe Iâll leave twenty 5-star reviews for the woman on the register,â he smiled at me again.
Oh boy, he was laying it on thick. I sipped my cappuccino to avoid this.
âAre you dating anyone?â he asked suddenly.
I nearly spat out my cappuccino at the question.
âNo, not at the moment,â I replied, reaching a new level of red.
âNot at the moment?â he questioned.
âYeah, well, there was someone, but he kind of disappeared on me. Itâs fine, it was a long-distance thing and was probably never going to work out,â I wondered why the hell I even brought it up as I shifted nervously in the chair.
âWhat if he didnât know how to apologise to you?â he looked down at his coffee. âWhat if he spent weeks trying to come up with the right words, but couldnât find them?â
I looked at him puzzled. He looked back up at me intensely. âHe was a very long distance away...â
âHe can do what he does anywhere. He is not tied down to a location,â the very peculiar man explained.
âHe would need to prove it was him,â my voice shook.
The man pulled out his phone and flicked through a few screens, then left it open on the table for me to see - the chat history I knew far too well.
My hand covered my mouth. I fought tears. âHe was in a bad situation.â
âA situation he spent the better part of the last two years getting out of,â he took his phone back.
âCall me,â I whispered.
He looked at me confused, then he went to my contact and hit the call button.
My phone rang, I pulled it out of my pocket. âYes, this is her. Thatâs my mom!â I exclaimed, standing up dramatically to make a scene. âSheâs at what hospital?â I hastily went back to the counter. âNo, thank you, Iâll be there right away.â
Jeremy looked at me with concern, âGo, weâll cover for you.â
âUm, it sounds bad. I might not be able to make the morning shift tomorrow,â I lied.
âDonât worry about it. Just go,â Jeremy gestured.
I went out the back and hung up my apron. Then I grabbed my purse and head back out the front. The man in the hood was no longer at his table. I walked out the front door and looked around, but couldnât find him. I headed down the street towards the station when a hand reached out from around the corner and grabbed my arm, pulling me to him.
Our faces were less than an inch to each other. I could feel his warm breath on my lips. His fingers brushed my hair behind my ear.
âDo you forgive me?â he whispered.
I closed the gap between our mouths, kissing him passionately and wrapping my arms around him. As he kissed me back, his hand rested at the back of my neck while the other wrapped around my waist.
I pulled away slowly and smiled, âYes, Jake, I forgive you.â After a pause, I added, âI do have a lot of questions.â
âI have all the time in the world,â Jake smiled.
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the perfect date! four

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a series in which enhypenâs 02s competitive side shines through when trying to get your attention. the only solution to end this tiring rivalry? three dates with each of them in the course of three weeks.
paring: 02s x gn!reader
word count: 2.8k
genre: fluff, angst, high school!au, someoneâs gonna end up heartbroken
warnings: swearing, violence is mentioned, jealousy, arguments + there might be grammatical and spelling errors in this đ
ask to be on taglist, updates are irregular
a/n i should really make a masterlist BUT!!! okay iâll edit this properly soon my eyes arenât working rn since iâm on the road also itâs taking a while to get to the actual date đ© Bit so wait for that everyone
taglist: @dchannie17 @simluvbot @jaeyuni @neocrush @penghoons @min-arya @sunooflowerss @badroseee @cha-raena @ghjasksdk @strawr @jaypen @nanachuu @nikisboxysmile @softkons @kisshoons-main @enha-woodzies
you had felt as if your feet were about to fall off by the time you had reached the gate of your well loved home. with heavy breaths you could see the outline of a figure standing almost a meter away from you. a scowl on your face when you saw the almost semi-permanent smirk placed on jayâs face as he stood proudly in front of your home. you let an exasperated sigh out as you lean against the cold metal gate, not able to find the energy to open it up. the lack of daylight surrounding you only really added to your draining energy. you roll your eyes before fixing your school blazer into itâs proper appearance and adjusting your school bag to fit comfortably on your shoulder. you look up once again, your eyes meeting the blonde dyed boyâs eyes. a smile placed in his eyes, something that showed you that had been waiting for you.
your mind couldnât help but remind you that this was one of the few moments where you had really taken the time to look at jayâs face. your time in middle school didnât really give you any opportunities due to the fact you were so shy and bashful in front of the boy that you couldnât even properly look at him. you just so barely properly spoke to him and exchanged messages to even form some sort of connection. you never really questioned until then why he had a crush on you in middle school, a time in your life where you had thought you were going to be alone forever. as much as you wanted to question him you knew youâd accidentally expose your own past crush, something you desperately didnât want to explain.
âare you gonna greet me or are you just gonna keep staring at my face?â he teased, letting out a hearty laugh. you shook your head, not approving of his statement. you unlock your gate as you send him another glare. the wind added to the already dramatic yet heart warming scene, loose cherry blossom petals from a nearby tree flying around you almost romantically.
âi was notâ you murmured as you had gotten closer to him, the sound of the grass lightly flattening as you walked over it with care. you might of even stepped on a bug in the process, none of the surrounding light exposing itself onto the lawn meaning your vision was very little. âas if iâd willingly do thatâ. the boy only laughed in response as you leaned against the wall, very eerily close to him. you eyes dart to the small space in between the two of you, unexplainable heat rushing to your cheeks. the boy sends you a look with his eyebrow raised, unsure what the problem was. âanyways, what was that call even for?â you manage to shift the attention back into your words.
âhmmmmâ he pretended to think, the joke only causing you to snort quietly to yourself. his head suddenly twists towards you, the previous view of your sad looking garden not doing him any justice in your conversation. from your point of view, your eyes only widened in surprise when you had realised just how close your faces were together. his nose was almost touching yours and, if you wanted to, you could of even touched foreheads together. âi donât knowâ.
âwhat do you mean i donât know?â you move your face back, jay not noticing the small movement from your sudden bashfulness. âwho calls saying iâm at your house, come home quickly before i break in without a reason?â you continue, hands flying around you as you try and theatrically explain his excuse.
âmaybe i do?â jay laughed in between his words. you roll your eyes at his playfulness, a small smile forming on your lips when you looked down at your feet. as much as you wanted an explanation, hearing jay finally for the first time in years joke around with you simply just felt better.
âveeerry funny jayâ you spoke breathily, leaning further against the wall of your home. you knew your parents were waiting for your arrival, probably sitting in their room asking themselves when youâll eat your dinner. however, you werenât entirely really sure if they knew about jayâs sudden visit outside your door. with a quick sigh out you turn to him once again, the boy only mirroring your action with a grin spread across his face. âhow did you know where i live? or remembered my number?â.
âjake, for both of your answersâ you seem raise an eyebrow at the mention of your best friendâs name, suspicious on what had happened between the two of them.
âyou two are buddy-buddy now?â you tease, your fingers wiggling in front of his face playfully as you let a squeaky laugh out. jay lightly swatted your hands away, a low chuckle escaping him mouth as he turned away from you to look at the bland scenery in front of him.
ânot exactly, we just both relate to things i guessâ he replied quietly, the sound of crickets chirping and wind slightly breezing through following the sound of his voice. your lips morph into a small smile when you had listened to his words.
âthatâs nice to hearâ you sigh out blissfully, your head nodded in agreement while turning to the front of you too to look at the same scenery his eyes were trained on. âno more fighting then, i suppose?â.
âcanât promise that oneâ jay awkwardly let out, his head replaying the memory of earlier that evening. he bit his lip in guilt, feeling yet again apologetic about the whole situation. âhey iâm sorryââ
ââitâs fineâ you interrupt him abruptly. you had already predicted what he was about to say, knowing jayâs personality you knew he would feel incredibly guilty about it. you knew it wasnât either of their faults, from every way youâve looked at the situation you understood that the two of werenât the best with handling any sort of feelings they felt. âyou two were just emotional, plus i wasnât giving you enough attention today tooâ.
âgive me attention?â he laughed, a growing blush scattering across his face. his brain almost blew up at your slightly affectionate comment. âwhy would you say it like that?â.
âoh shut upâ you nudge him lightly, biting your lip in slight embarrassment when you had realised what you had said. âyou know what i mean! i havenât seen you in forever and of course you would wanna catch up with meâ. you glance at him while your feet tapped slightly, âright?â.
âhow cocky of you to think i missed youâ jay jokingly rolled his eyes. you could tell from his playful tone that he was just teasing you, although it didnât stop you from lightly elbowing him in the side.
it felt nice, talking so freely with the boy youâve probably spent a good chunk of your life thinking about and as well as even missing. the brain of middle school you would of never even thought this would of happened, with you thinking then that the two of you were on two completely different levels (with jay being on the significantly higher level, even during those middle school years). you wish you could of told your younger self that those times spent silently admiring your school crush wasnât a one sided thing as much as you had thought.
âdonât go thinking i missed you either too then!â you pout. the action setting jayâs brain into haywire, you had such an affect on him but you were the only one who couldnât realise it.
he abruptly swivels his head forward, not wanting you to catch his embarrassing slip up. your own action caused him to clear his head completely blank, not having any snarky comebacks for your reply.
âremember the jeju day trip in middle school?â jay changed the subject, it caused you to raise an eyebrow before taking a glimpse at him.
you didnât really understand why he had brought it up, it wasnât anything significant. you can vaguely even remember the day, the only real memory you had of that day was your aunt dressing you up for it. she had wanted you to look your best, you canât really thank her for anything since that whole night was truly just unmemorable.
ânoâ you paused to rack your brain in hopes to find anything to add to his question. âwhy? was there something worth remembering?â, yet another pout formed on your face from his puzzling question.
âthe plane ride there?â he mentioned, trying to jog your memory in hopes to find what he was trying to say. âdo you seriously not remember?â he laughs unexpectedly, his voice only sending your heart beating rapidly.
ân-noâ a stutter had caught up to your words. you had no idea why he was still giving you this affect. i mean youâve gotten over him over the course of his absence, right?
âwell, remember earlier today, what i told you in front of sunghoon and jakeâ he rambles on, completely ignoring your embarrassed state. you glance back at him, noticing he was awkwardly playing with his fingers with tinted red ears. you smile to yourself, the boy setting your cheeks on fire with small actions that you didnât think would even affect you.
âyeah, what about it?â
âi said i had a crush on youâ he continued, his words only sending butterflies to your stomach as you tried to put on a calm smile. you only nodded silently, unable to find the correct answer to reply to him with. âon the plan ride to jeju, we sat beside each otherâ you watched from his side his hands ran through his hair, âyou were so talkative and just so brightâ happy? something like that. i remember only wanting to talk to you that whole day after we got off the plane, my friends kept teasing me about it and wouldnât stop asking why i kept glancing at you throughout our whole tripâ.
âyouâve liked me since then?â you let out; quietly questioning his comment, your hands cupping your mouth in realisation at your slight mixup of words. âi meanâ you started liking me then? up until whenever youâve stopped liking me? you get what iâm trying to sayââ.
âwho said i stopped liking you?â
if words could kill, his would of definitely made you drop stone cold onto the ground. you open your mouth, and without surprise nothing came out due to your speechless state of mind. did he really justâ was he being serious? thatâs all you could think as you blankly stared at his face, eyes slightly widening as a small smirk laced through his lips. you would of comically checked your pulse in front of him as a way to ease this tension but you were too star struck to even move an inch. what was going on?
âh-huh?â only a noise came out of your mouth, desperately yelling at yourself to just even let out a single word. jay only seemed to find humour in this situation, chuckling at your frozen state as he straightened his back. with a step forward he looked back at you, his face being illuminated by the cheap porch light in front of your door. you could only gulp at his figure, somehow looking more like a pictorial pose than a casual pose regular people would normally do.
âyou heard meâ with his head whipping back to the front of him. he placed both of this hands behind his head, an audible yawn coming out of his mouth to express his drowsiness. âitâs getting late isnât it?â he had professed quite randomly, a completely different choice of topic than your original one.
âwell, yeah...â you replied, your words sounding confused. if someone had asked you what the two of you had been talking about that whole evening, you wouldnât of been able to tell them anything.
âi should get going thenâ he stretched his arms gently, an action now raising your eyebrow in suspicion. with your arms crossed you watched as he took a step further away from you, his figure almost disappearing in the darkness of your garden.
âyouâre just not gonna explain your last sentence?â you nervously informed the boy of his previous words. the boy only continued his walk down the small pathway in front of the two of you, a laugh being heard even with the distance.
âwhat do you mean explain?â he taunted, finally reaching the cold metal gate you had earlier made in contact with. the creak of the gate caused you to flinch in shock, you watched as he swiftly made his way past your gate, his feet stopping as he closed it again. staring back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. âthe explanationâs right thereâ.
âbutââ
âsee you tomorrow y/nâ he put a stop to your attempt, a small smile dancing happily upon his face as he took off on his journey home. âsweet dreams!â you could faintly hear him as he made his way deeper down your street.
âwhatâ what was that about...â you spoke hesitantly. your words coming out quietly unable to really understand what had happened, something that was happening far too often that day. you understood what he said definitely, but at the same time what did he say? he said the explanation was there but as much as you wanted your brain to believe his words, you couldnât allow yourself.
you stood there for a good few minutes, your brain trying to come up with reasonable answers; ones that werenât pointing towards the conclusion that jay park could possibly like you. as in likeâlike romantically! there was no way you were going to let yourself believe in something as unbelievable as that. letting out a loud sigh you finally make up your mind to go inside your house, not having the energy to even try and make up an excuse to your parents on why you were arriving home so late.
with your hand on the door handle you felt a surprising quick vibration coming from your right pocket. you sweat instantly on the spot, your brain instantly scattering the word jay in the blank spaces in your mind. cautiously, you dipped your hand into your pocket, bracing yourself for a very awkward message from the blond boy.
park sunghoon (3-A) added you to âbooth @ festivalâ
you sighed happily at the notification, until you had realised the previously mentioned boy was also in this group chat. your eyes drifted at sunghoonâs contact name, the formality of it almost begging you to change it into something more casual.
sunghoon: Meeting tomorrow at 7:30AM sharp, please be there on time.
jakey: sure! no promises though
jakey: the bus runâs on itâs own time sometimes
sunghoon: I can excuse that.
jay: why do you type so stiff
you couldnât help but agree at jayâs off topic tease, sunghoonâs way of typing seemed very formal for a group chat with your classmates. a quiet giggle escaped your mouth as you walked into your house, âiâm home!â you informed your family as you raised your voice one step into your home.
sunghoon: What do you mean?
jay: ok nvm
y/n: iâll be there!! see you three tmr đ€
with your hand forcefully taking your shoes off, you lazily typed your reply with one hand with little to no attention on your screen. you felt your heart race rapidly when you realised, out of habit, you send a white heart to the group of boys. cursing to yourself you threw your shoes onto your shoe rack, the position of them awkwardly almost falling off the shelf they were on. you swiftly typed out a reply, trying to explain your small accident without further embarrassing yourself.
y/n: i didnât mean the heart .
jay: sureee you didnât
y/n: shut up
jakey: this is like the third time youâve done that
y/n: STOP IT PLEASE FOR MY OWN SAKE
sunghoon: I think we should stop embarrassing Y/N.
y/n: thank you sunghoon
y/n: ummmm anyways goodnight!
you groaned loudly, knowing it was more than likely that jake and jay would tease you about it the following morning. you felt yourself dramatically falling on your bed, your face being engulfed by your bed sheets as you ran your hands through your head in frustration. the only thing stopping you from screaming your embarrassment out was the fact someone in the room beside you scolded you for making noise so late in the night.
âsorry!â you replied back, your face warm from your burst of energy. âcanât wait for tomorrowâ you sarcastically whispered to yourself, bringing yourself to sit properly at the edge of your bed.
in the whole course of a day, nothing had gone to plan. first jay showing up? jake confessing to you? sunghoon (kind of) walking you home? all of this just on day one, you couldnât even imagine what day two was going to be like.
âcannot wait!â
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Heartache Tonight
"Hii! I love your writing btw! I was wondering if your still doing the music imagines if you could do one with Sammy based on the song Heartache Tonight by The Eagles?" - @anniegurl66
Awe thank you much!!
Listening to this song again made me smile! I almost instantly knew where I was going to take this one shot! Iâve been wanting to write something like this for a while so thank you for giving me an excuse.
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of Alcohol
Word Count: 2701
Taglist: @anditsmywholeheart @babydxll

(Y/N) sat quietly in the corner of the bustling living room, there were so many people here. So many people were laughing and chatting loudly. (Y/N) could barely hear herself think, let alone try to have a conversation of any sort with anyone. For a while she had been chatting with her best friend Sam, he was the only reason she had even decided to show up at this party, but he had eventually gotten up and went off to play pool with some of the guys.Â
Her eyes glancing at the glass in her fingers, there was only a swig left in it. She had sworn it to herself that she would leave once her drink was finished, not really seeing much point in staying; it was coming to that point in the night where people seemed to pair off and disappear into the night. (Y/N) tugged her phone out of her pocket to check the time 11:30 pm; Sam had been gone for a few hours now actually --- she didnât realize just how much time had passed.
Little did (Y/N) know, Sam was in fact not playing pool. Or well he had played for a matter of five minutes before having his brothers tug him off to a quiet-ish corner of the room.
âSo?â They were all too quick to inquire, âDid you ask her yet?â
Sam looked between the two of them with a rather confused glint in his eyes, âWhaaaat am I asking who?â He slowly responded with an innocent laugh, bringing his beer bottle to his lips.
Josh rolled his eyes, â(Y/N)! You told us that you were gonna talk to her and yâknow--- ask her out?â He replied with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Josh wore a rather large grin; it was indescribable just how much he enjoyed sticking his nose into his brothers love lives --- really it came down to him wanting them to be happy but⊠it was also a shit tonne of fun to get them riled up over it.
Sam furrowed his brows, beginning to shake his head. âNo idea what youâre talking about.â He simply responds.
Josh looked to Jake with a tired expression, they knew he was probably going to put it off. âCâmon man, itâs been what two years since you had started to like her?â Jake threw out with a tired sigh, stopping and glancing at a few people who had turned the corner to enter the room, not really wanting to just talk about it with random people present. Once they had dispersed a little he continued, âItâs about time that you just ask her. She may surprise you!â
Josh nodded quickly in agreement, âYeah! And I mean, the way she looks at you⊠sheâs totally into you, I wouldnât be worried at all if I was you!â He tells Sam.
Sam still wore an uninterested expression, âNo clue what you guys are going on about, Iâm just here to have a good time and hang out with my friends!â He tells them, with a shrug.
Josh threw his head back dramatically, âUgggggh⊠youâre my lamest brother.â He mutters to the air,
âAt least say you like her and stop pretending that you have no idea whatâs happening, that shitâs getting old.â Jake tells Sam calmly, taking a sip from his glass.
Samâs eyes left his brothers, looking over the different people in the room. Sam just couldnât figure it out, something had been holding him back but he couldnât figure out what it was for the life of him. His lips parted letting out a small sigh, âJeez, you guys are relentless about this.â Sam mumbles out.
âWe wouldnât have to be if you just got it over with.â Josh points out with an obnoxiously sarcastic tone as he looked at his drink.
Sam shook his head a little, âIâm just not there yetâŠâ he admits, free hand beginning to fiddle with one of his braids. âWhat if she doesnât like me that wayâŠ?â He continues.
Jakeâs expression didnât really change, but it showed in his eyes that he seemed to sympathize. âThen you know!â He tells him, âIf you honestly like her, and are also as good of friends as you say you are, then you both should be able to rekindle the friendship otherwise.âÂ
Josh nods, âAnnnnd I mean⊠what if she does?â He softly suggested with a warm look in his eyes.
Sam looked between his brothers with a new found nervousness; maybe he should. Jake was right, they were best friends, if she wasnât interested then they should be able to recover from it without an issue. Samâs head began to nod a bit, âYouâre right. You guys are absolutely right!â He says with a touch of shake in his voice. Without another thought he reached out and tugged Joshâs glass of whiskey from him and tossed it back without the slightest look of being fazed.
âHey!!â Josh exclaimed, âYou can get your own, yâknow!â
âYou were just closer.â Sam says, handing the empty glass back, âI just--- I need a bit more courage first.â He admits to them, there was something about the tone⊠it made Jake nervous.
Jake raised a brow, âAlright⊠just remember, some courage is great---â he started, watching as Sam downed the rest of the beer in hand, â---too much is a little dangerous.â He continues slowly, pretty sure there wasnât really any point in trying to convince him anymore. âIâm⊠gonna play some pool.â Jake finally says, beginning to start away; he had a feeling this wasnât going to be the most clean confession but he also couldnât necessarily stop it from happening.
(Y/N) had now gotten to her feet, her bag slung over her shoulder as she had begun looking around the room. At this point (Y/N) began searching for Sam, more or less hoping just to let him know that she was going to be leaving and to wish him a fun rest of his night. (Y/N) was getting a touch fed up, she had searched every room she could think of but still hadnât seen him.
âI guess Iâll just text him once Iâm in the car.â (Y/N) told herself as she wandered through the people to get herself back to the front door of the house. âExcuse meâŠâ She muttered passing them by. Eventually she found herself by the front entrance which was surprisingly empty despite the sheer amount of people in the building, she had imagined that at least some of the overflow would have found themselves out here.
Before (Y/N) could take another step, she could hear her name being called from behind her. With a quick glance she was able to see Sam stumbling his way through the crowds of people, â(Y/N)!â He called again, âThere you are!â Sam cheered with a wide smile, his cheeks dusted a rosy pink.
(Y/N) felt her brows furrow but she still smiled, âYup Iâm right---â before she could finish Sam had wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.
âI missed youâŠ!â He cooed, snuggling into her neck a touch.
(Y/N) let out a weak laugh as she came to be hugging him back, âAre you drunkâŠ?â She lightly inquired, it wasnât the first time she had seen Sam drunk but normally he was a little more on the ball at big parties like this.
Sam shook his head quickly, though his head was still in the crevice of her neck. âNo!â He said, pulling back to hold her by her shoulders, âI just⊠I had to find my courage.â Sam admits to her, breath wreaking of liquor.
âYour⊠courage?â (Y/N) continued to smile, lightly placing her hand on Samâs arms. âMaybe let's go find Josh or Jake okay? You can tell them all about your courage.â She hums in an affectionate way, moving to pull him along by his arm. (Y/N) really didnât want to leave him alone and risk having him try to go home by himself.
âFirst!â Sam exclaimed, lightly startling (Y/N) as she looked back at him. She waited a moment, expecting him to say something.
âFirrrrst?â She says, drawing it out to hopefully jumpstart his brain a little.
âFirst.â Sam repeated as his hands moved to take hers, âCan I talk? Like⊠with you somewhere?â He asks her,
âSam⊠are you sure that canât wait until a time where youâre⊠a little more with it?â (Y/N) suggests with a warm look across her features.
Sam only shook his head as a reply, looking something like a child who didnât want to eat their veggies with the way his braids swayed. (Y/N) let out a small sigh as she looked around, âOkay⊠um, where do you want to go?â She asks him, though she had barely gotten the words out before he began to pull her with him.
Despite being so clearly intoxicated, Sam had excellent balance. He walked in a straight line towards the door across from them, he pulled it open revealing an array of coats and shoes. Sam tugged (Y/N) to follow him in as he shut the door behind them.
All the while, (Y/N) has begun to grin from ear to ear, finding the whole situation hysterical to say the least. âSam?â She lightly begins, in a hushed voice.
âYes?â
âYou realize this is a closet right?â (Y/N) mused, watching Sam as he rolled his eyes a little.
âOf course I---â Sam slowed a little, looking at the rack of coats he was pressed against âOh, actually I didnât realize that.â He mumbled slowly, beginning to laugh to himself. âWell shitâŠâ He continued under his breath.
(Y/N) laughed along with him, though she soon was shaking her head a bit. âAhhh, okay, well maybe we should try and find somewhere else then?â She suggests, having begun to realize just how close together they were, to the point that his every breath was brushing against her cheeks.
Sam still had one hand on hers, while his free one moved to fiddle with his braid. âUh⊠this is fine I think.â He continues, his eyes seeming to dart away from hers for a moment. âUmâŠâ He began, seeming to try and collect his thoughts. â(Y/N)?â
âThatâs me.â She replied with a soft chuckle, still confused about what was happening.
Sam nodded, â...weâve been friends for a long time right?â He continued cautiously. âLike⊠a million years or something.â
âI don't quite remember it being a million but---â (Y/N) continued with a snicker, watching as Samâs eyes came to settle on hers. The gears were clearly turning his mind, a touch slower than they normally would be, but they were still turning all the same. After a moment or too, he let out a small huff. âSam, letâs just go, you seem like youâre ready for a lay down.â She hummed, moving to pat his head.
Samâs hand quickly took it into his own once again, the other gently pressing against her shoulder, he pressed his weight against her. Within an instant (Y/N) was pressed against the wall of the closet, Samâs hand slipping up to cup her cheek. âSamâŠ?â She uttered out.
Sam quickly leaned closer, pressing his lips against hers in a gentle way, they were so soft. (Y/N)âs eyes widened, quickly trying to push him back. âWh-what are you doing?!â She sputters out as soon as lips are free from his.
Sam seemed a little dazed at first, but soon enough he found his tongue, âI⊠I love you!â He tells her abruptly, beginning to smile in a warm way. âI⊠have for a long time.â He admits,
âSamâŠâ (Y/N) lightly let out, not getting a chance to utter another word.
âI just⊠everyone thinks we belong together.â Sam continued, not seeming to pick up on the cues that should have told him to stop. âWeâre so alike and yet⊠youâre so much better than me in every single way. I know that Iâm not good enough for you, I mean⊠I drank a shit tonne just to be able to walk up to you⊠but, (Y/N) you complete me. You make me so much better than I ever can be on my own and I just had to tell you.â He tells her in a quiet tone, hand moving from her cheek to lightly brush back her hair. âSo⊠I love---â
âSam---â (Y/N) repeated again, this time her voice was much more stern seeming to shake him a little. She reached up and began to take his hand from her hair, âIâm so sorry⊠but I⊠I donât think of you in that way.â She admits to him, frowning as she watched his previously hopeful expression fall. âI mean⊠I did at one point butâŠâ (Y/N) began to explain,
Her words made Samâs eyes perk up, âDid I do something? I can fix it!â
âNo, no, you didnât do anything at all!â (Y/N) tells him, trying to reassure him. â...I was trying to tell you earlier but you seemed to be a little bit preoccupied⊠but Iâm actually seeing someone now.â She continued slowly.
Samâs eyes slowly widened, lips parting nervously. A weak sound came from his throat as he struggled to untangle his mess of thoughts. Eventually he began to let out what (Y/N) knew was a forced laugh, âI was kidding!â He suddenly says, hands pulling back from her and struggling to find the door handle, âThe guys--- you know them, they dared me to do this stupid shit. I told them it was a bad idea a but---â
(Y/N) was unsure what to make of his sudden change, watching him fumble for the door handle. âOh⊠uh I guess thatâs⊠was the dare to kiss me or?â She slowly asked, clearly seeing through the lie but trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and save him the embarrassment.Â
âAll of it. Just--- ALL, you know the whole thing.â Sam quickly responds, finally finding the handle and opening the door for him to stumble out of the closet. âIâm so sorry, I would have fought them more if I--- I am just gonna go find those guys so I can yell at them okay?â He rambled, âOkay. Bye!â Sam exclaimed, rushing away from the closet.
Sam stumbled a little as he went, unsure where to go or what to do. He didnât expect her to say no. That said though, he had steeled himself up for that answer. What was tearing him apart was the fact that she said she had liked him back at some point⊠but now it was too late. âThey were rightâŠâ Sam thought to himself as he walked towards the room with the pool table; his brothers were right. If he had said something earlier maybe this wouldnât be the case.
When Sam stepped through the doorway of the room, Josh almost immediately looked to him with a small grin. âSo?!â He quickly inquired, eager to hear about what had happened.
Samâs lips pursed as he stepped forward with some urgency, his mind was such a mess. All he could think about was what Josh had said earlier, âWhat if she does?â the words just kept racing through his thoughts. She had. She had and he missed it. Sam didnât even realize what he was doing until he was doing it. He didnât realize it until his fist had connected with Joshâs jaw.Â
Samâs eyes widened a little as he looked down at his brother on the floor holding his cheek in hand, everyone in the room looking at the two of them with the same amount of shock they were currently sharing. It was the first time it was quiet enough for Sam to actually hear the music,
Somebody is gonna hurt someone
Before the night is through
Somebody is gonna come undone
It's nothin' we can do
Everybody wants to touch somebody
If it takes all night
Everybody wants to take a little chance
Make it come out right
Thereâs gonna be a heartache tonight
//Thank you so much for this request! I remember reading a fic sorta like this before but I'm not sure for who--- anyways ever since I've been thinking about writing one in a similar vein!//
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Sick of Losing Soulmates
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary:Â Months after you and Peter have broken up, you run into each other at Harryâs Christmas party.
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: Both fluffy and angsty. Mentions of alcohol and sex. A mild amount of curse words.
A/N: Iâm ALIVE! I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season, and Merry Christmas to everybody that celebrates it! I am so happy to be able to share my work with all of you! Enjoy <3
âAnd maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece Till you tore it all upâ -All Too Well, Taylor Swift
He wasnât supposed to be here. Harry had promised you that his roommate would be spending the holidays with May back in Queens. But here he was, wearing the sweater that you had given him last year with his arm snaked around another girlâs waist.
âHey!â Betty grinned, throwing her arms around you. She had a half-empty glass of mulled wine that you could tell was doing a good job of getting her tipsy. âIâve missed you so much, Y/N. We never see each other anymore.â
She pouted, a pair of reindeer antlers where her signature black headband usually sat. âAre you okay?â
âOh, yeah,â you assured her, still staring at Peter effortlessly carrying the conversation with a bunch of people you didnât recognize. âUh, whoâs the girl with Peter?â
âGwen Stacy,â she muttered, obviously not a very big fan. You figured it was because there was only room for one preppy blonde girl, and Betty didnât feel like sharing that position with anybody else. âDonât worry though! Itâs nothing serious. Peter actually hasnât really dated anybody ever since the two of youâŠâ
Her voice trailed off as you locked eyes with her, silently communicating for her to drop the subject. It was a relief to know that he hadnât moved on, but the fact that he was wrapped up in a fling with somebody else still made your heart hurt.
âCome on, Y/N. Iâm sure MJ and Ned would love to see you! Theyâre over in the kitchen.â She reached for your hand, dragging you along through Harryâs expertly decorated apartment.Â
You dropped the box of cookies that you had baked on the counter before tapping MJ on the shoulder. She was turned away from you, lecturing Ned on why his secondhand Beyblades were not acceptable Christmas presents.
âWho the hell is touching me?â she snapped, turning around with a look on her face that told you she was ready to throw hands. âHoly fuck. Y/N! How long have you been here?â
MJâs frown faded into a smile as she pulled you into a side-hug, her other hand busy nursing a glass of Harryâs infamously terrible eggnog. âOnly a few minutes,â you laughed, your face smushed into her torso.Â
âHi,â Ned piped up, offering a small wave. You could tell he didnât really know where he stood ever since his best friend basically ripped your heart out and threw it on the floor. Well, it wasnât actually that dramatic, but he had a flair for exaggerating stories. âRemember me?â
âOf course, stupid,â you grinned, offering a fist bump that he happily accepted. âHow could I forget those iconic fits of yours?â
âTrue,â he said, popping his collar and doing a little twirl that made Betty and MJ roll their eyes. âYou look pretty fly too, though.â
âThanks,â you replied, holding the edge of your dress as you curtsied, something you and Ned had made a habit of doing as the so-called best dressed members of the group.
âYou two are just as ridiculous as ever,â Betty mused, happy to see you still fit in just as perfectly as when you were Peterâs girlfriend, even if you werenât around as much.
The reunion was interrupted by the loud chatter of a certain couple, and your heart sank as you watched a very drunk Peter and Gwen stumble towards the kitchen, a giggling mess. They situated themselves under the archway that separated the two rooms, a piece of mistletoe conveniently hanging above them.Â
You could tell that MJ was ready to put a stop to her friendâs embarrassing behavior, and the looks on Ned and Bettyâs faces told you that they had no intentions of holding her back.Â
âTheyâre so gross,â MJ complained, setting down her untouched cup before excusing herself to drag Peter out of his drunken makeout session. âI canât believe heâd do that when youâre right here!â
âWait, MJ,â you blurted, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her. She turned to face you, her eyebrows furrowed. âItâs okay. I donât care about it. Iâm just going to head to the bathroom, alright? Iâll be right back.â
You did your best to stop yourself from tearing up, although you realized you had made the utter mistake of forgetting that the very arch that Peter and Gwen were sucking each otherâs faces under was the only way out of the kitchen.
Not even a few moments of you awkwardly standing next to them, occasionally clearing your throat, made them notice you. Eventually, the discomfort grew too heavy, and you tapped Peter on the shoulder. He finally pulled away from Gwen, her lipstick smudged across his mouth and a dazed look on his face.
Gwen whimpered at the loss of his kiss, obviously annoyed at the random girl that had just interrupted them. As soon as Peter recognized that it was you, he stepped away from her, wiping his mouth and fixing the hair she had been running her hands through, just like you used to.
âY/N. I didnât know that youâd be here,â he reasoned, a blush spreading across his face as a sense of regret settled into his stomach.Â
âObviously,â you sighed. This wasnât the Peter you knewâthe sweet, shy one that you had fallen in love with. âYou guys are blocking the hallway, by the way.â
âShit, sorry,â he stammered, stepping aside to allow you to pass in between them. He followed you, leaving Gwen irritated and confused as to who you were. âY/N. Can we talk later?â
âI donât think thatâs a good idea. Nice sweater, though,â you quipped, not even turning back to meet his gaze before climbing the stairs towards the guest bathroom. Everything felt all too familiar, memories of you and Peter stumbling up the same steps after a date flooding your brain.
The first time Peter had kissed you was after MJâs birthday party. Neither of you had been drinking, since you hated alcohol and Peter refused to touch any before he turned 21. This meant that you got to spend the whole night laughing at everybody elseâs drunken mischief.Â
In the middle of his performance of some Nicki Minaj song, Ned managed to spill a whole can of beer on you and Peter, which resulted in many cheers as the two of you ran to his room to grab a change of clothes. Shirts came off, confessions were made, and the party went on without you guys.
You took a deep breath, shutting the bathroom door behind you and sitting on the edge of the bathtub. If you had known Peter would end up being here, you would have never accepted Harryâs invitation. There were so many old wounds being opened up that you had spent months trying to heal, and you werenât sure some stupid Christmas party was worth it.Â
But you didnât want to leave. It wasnât fair how much the break up had stolen from you. All of your friends were here and you were tired of shying away from going out with them anymore because you were too scared to see Peter. Too scared that you would never be able to stop being in love with him.
By the time you rejoined the rest of your friends, Harry was announcing that it was time to start the game of White Elephant. You bit the edges of your fingernails as the party guests filed into Harryâs living room, hoping that Peter wouldnât somehow pick your present.
âWhatâd you bring?â you asked Betty, squishing in next to her on the couch.Â
âGift card to In-N-Out,â she giggled, satisfied that her present could only be used on the other side of the country. âBut Harryâs rich friends might not have any trouble flying their private jets to California, so maybe Iâm not as clever as I thought.â
âHeard that,â Harry said, leaning behind you on the edge of the couch. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, something the two of you had always done as friends but stopped once you started dating Peter. âHey, Y/N. Glad you could make it.â
âHey, you,â you replied, smiling back at him, your leg bouncing impatiently. âWe doing this thing or what?â
âYeah, yeah, give me a minute,â he laughed, running out of the room. Moments later, he came back wearing a fake beard and a Santa hat, complete with a miniature sack of toys.Â
âAlright, boys and girls. Letâs get this game started! Hopefully you all know the rules, but Iâll repeat them anyway. I draw a name out of the sack, you pick a random present and open it up for everybody to see. The next person that goes can either steal your gift or pick a new one. If your gift gets stolen, you get to do the same. No stealing twice!â
The first couple of people you didnât really know, and they had all pulled presents that were relatively uninteresting. A scented candle, toilet paper, a pair of socks. Nothing you really considered worth stealing, although Ned ended up taking a framed, autographed photo of Harry from MJ, which resulted in her stealing Gwenâs mini waffle iron.
By the time it was your turn, there werenât many gifts left. Going with your gut, you grabbed the bag covered in glittering polar bears. Reaching past all of the tissue paper stuffed inside, you pulled out a red sweatshirt that you unfolded to see had a large graphic of Spider-Man printed on it.Â
âOh,â you said, a little confused. The only people you knew that wore stuff with the Avengers on it were little kids, but you figured that was part of the joke. âI mean, I prefer Captain America, but thanks, whoever this is from!â
Peterâs face blushed to a shade of red, amazed that out of all the presents, you picked his. The only issue was that you didnât know that he was actually the guy on the front of it. Nobody except Ned knew, although he was sure that MJ and Harry had caught on to his secret identity by now.
âOkay, two people left. Jake, youâre up next, buddy,â Harry called out, happily bouncing around the room, his Santa hat now replaced with a baseball cap that had âI Love Ned!â embroidered on it. You watched nervously as he walked around the room, eyeing up all of the presents before settling on the tiny, golden box that you had placed under the tree when you first arrived.
âLetâs see what weâre working with,â he smirked. Your thoughts raced, immediately feeling a sense of regret over the gift you had picked. âOh, shit. Sweet! Iâve got a date with Y/N!â
âSup, baby,â Jake continued, his words slightly slurred. He pointed at you and winked, and you offered him a polite smile in return. âWeâre gonna have a good time. Just name the time and place and I got you.â
âAwesome, congrats, man,â Harry said, obviously ready for the game to be over. It had been going for way longer than any of you had expected, mostly due to the fact that two girls wouldnât stop arguing over a piece of rose quartz. âOkay, weâre nearly finished, guys. Peter, youâre up. Pick any of the gifts that havenât been stolen yet, or the last one under the tree.â
You locked eyes with him, a familiar scowl on his face that told you he was thinking really hard about which gift to pick. His spidey-senses felt your heartbeat pick up as he walked around the room before stopping in front of Jake, who was busy gloating to his friend about how âhotâ you were. Your face heated up as you watched Peter take the little note that you had written out of Jakeâs hands, smugly gesturing for him to pick up the present under the tree.
He waved sheepishly at you, and you felt both relieved and angry at his decision. Did you want to go on that date with Jake? No. Were you still mad that, technically, you now had to go out with your ex-boyfriend? Yes.
The game ended and the party-goers dispersed throughout the apartment. You lingered in your spot on the couch, your arms crossed and heart full of mixed emotions. Peter, whose gaze never strayed from you, walked over to where you were sitting.
âWe donât actually have to go out,â he whispered, hoping that youâd actually look at him this time. âI just didnât think you wanted to go out with that guy. He seemed like kind of an asshole.â
âYeah, well, it would have been nice if you let me decide that. Youâre not my boyfriend, anymore Peter. We arenât even friends. You donât get a say in who I go out on dates with,â you grumbled, your eyes focusing on everything in the room except for him.
Before you could say anything else, Peter had already grabbed you by the hand, dragging you away from the rest of the party. Strangely enough, you went along with it, a little curious to hear him out.
You started to remember your first date, and it was almost like you could hear his excited laughter after you finally managed to knock a pin down. It became a tradition that whenever you had something to celebrate, Peter would pick you up and twirl you around until you had to beg him to stop.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Peter slamming the door behind him and cornering you against it, his heartbeat racing. He had pulled you into the laundry room. âI canât stand seeing you with anybody else,ïżœïżœ he panted, eyes flickering down towards your mouth.
His hand pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, and your breath hitched as you felt his rough fingertips against your skin. But before he could lean in to kiss you, you were ducking underneath his arm and backing away.
âPeter, we really shouldnât,â you whispered, watching the disappointment wash over his face. No matter how much you wanted to kiss him, you just couldn't forget how he had broken your heart months ago. âItâs over, okay?â
âY/N, please. Iââ
âYou what? You love me? Because last time we were together, I told you how much I loved you and you said that we should break up. Remember?â you cried, embarrassed at how you couldnât control your emotions anymore. âYouâre just⊠youâre too late.â
You fumbled with the door, slipping through the opening before rushing towards the balcony. As soon as the cold air hit you, a wave of relief washed over your body, and you laid your head against the metal railing. Your breathing slowed and time seemed to stand still as you watched the snowflakes flutter through the wind.
âPeterâs an idiot,â you heard a voice call out from behind you. You turned to see Harry holding an extra coat in his arms, and you started to wonder just how long you had been standing out there. He draped it over your shoulders before leaning next to you against the balconyâs edge.
âHuh?â you asked, wondering if he knew what had just happened. You looked at him, the multicolored Christmas lights reflecting off his shiny hair. âWhat do you mean?â
âHeâs stupid for ever letting you go,â he remarked. He had a look in his eyes that made you unsure of what he actually meant. âI mean, look at you. Youâre so beautiful, and smart, and funny. And if he was dumb enough to throw all of that away, then yeah, Peterâs an idiot.â
âOh, thanks, I guess,â you shrugged, your voice faint under the music that was still playing inside. You looked at him, his cheeks a rosy hue, which you couldnât tell was from the cold or whatever he was trying to tell you.
âYou know, I used to have the biggest crush on you,â Harry admitted, laughing a little bit at how nervous he was. Everybody knew that he was a player, so being flustered over a girl was uncharted territory for him. âI never told you this, but you were my first kiss.â
âWait, really?â you asked, a little shocked at his confession. âBut I thought you kissed Sarah Emerson on the playground in the fifth grade?â
âNope. I was just a liar,â he grinned, running a hand through his hair. âIt was right before our eighth grade formal, when you asked me to teach you how to kiss because you were scared that Jeremy Pellegrino was going to try and french you.
âOh! I forgot all about that,â you laughed, suddenly remembering just how long you and Harry had been friends. âHold on a second... You gave me kissing lessons without knowing how to kiss!?â
âGuilty,â Harry chuckled as you punched him on the arm. âOw! Damn, Y/N. When did you get so strong?â
âI have a lot of rage,â you mumbled before the two of you burst out into laughter, which slowly faded into a comfortable silence.Â
âYou donât feel that way anymore, right?â you wondered out loud. Harry looked at you, smiling softly.
âNo, not anymore,â he affirmed, and you let out a sigh of relief. You knew what it felt like to love someone and not be loved back. âI think what really helped me get over it was seeing how happy you and Parker were when you were dating.âÂ
âHe misses you a lot,â Harry continued, his tone more serious than before. âHe keeps this scarf that you left behind under his pillow because it still smells like you. I found out because he was having a pretty bad dream one night and I had to try really hard to calm him back down. And we both thought Gwen would help him move on and get his mind off of you, but I think she only made him realize just how much he still loves youââ
âHarry,â you interrupted, cutting his rambles short. âWhy are you telling me all of this?â
âBecause you and Peter should be together.â
âYou think so?â you asked him, pulling the jacket tighter to keep you warm.
âYeah. We all do.â It took only seconds for Harry to realize his fumble, accidentally admitting that the whole thing had been planned by him and your friends.
âWe?â Your frowned, all of the coincidences from tonight suddenly making much more sense. âWait, did you know that Peter was going to be here tonight all along?â
âUh⊠yeah, about that. MJ, Ned, and I have kind of been pulling a Parent Trap on you guys.â
âHARRY!â You glared inside to see them not-so-secretly watching the entire exchange from behind the Christmas tree. Ned did some awkward finger guns, which MJ immediately swatted down. âI am so going to get you guys!â
You marched inside to where your friends were attempting to hide, the rest of the party guests too drunk and oblivious to notice what was happening.Â
âThe eagle has left the nest. I repeat, The eagle has left the nest!â Ned yelled, ducking behind MJ, who was already shielding herself with a throw pillow.
âWhatâs going on?â Betty whined, half-asleep on the couch. âIs this that stupid plan about Peter and Y/N?â
âItâs not stupid!â Harry grumbled, his voice cracking a little bit. You could hear MJ snorting about it from her hiding spot. âWhatever, Michelle.â
âShut up!â she shouted back.
âNo, you!â he said, crossing his arms and standing his ground.
âMake me,â MJ said, narrowing her eyes and shooting daggers at him.
âUh, guys. This isnât about you two,â Ned interrupted, snapping them out of their mini argument. There was a weird tension between them that you just knew you would have to address some time in the future.
âRight,â MJ continued, sticking a middle finger up at Harry before turning to you. âY/N. You should go talk to Peter.â
You nodded, exchanging hopeful looks with each of your friends before walking away. They might be dramatic goofballs, but you loved them so much that you didnât really care.
Wandering around the party, you spotted Peter trapped in a conversation with Brad Davis, who was explaining his conspiracy theories about the Denver Airport and its demonic horse statue.
âSo, all Iâm saying is that theyâre totally planning the end of the world over there. I mean, the Freemasons built an entire bunker for when they activate the nukes!â he rambled, Peter politely nodding along to his nonsense.
âHey,â you said, tapping Brad on the shoulder and batting your eyelashes at him. âCan I borrow Peter?â
âUh, yeah, totally, Y/N,â he stuttered, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a smirk. You could smell the peppermint Schnapps on his breath.
âGreat. Thanks, Brad!â you smiled, grabbing Peterâs hand and pulling him towards the staircase. By the time you made it to his bedroom, he had already asked what was going on about ten times.
âWhyâd you dump me?â you asked, the two of you sitting together on the edge of his bed, your knee brushing against his. He could tell you were wasting no time in getting to the point. âBe honest.â
He stared at the floor, unsure of how to answer your question. You reached for his hand, running your thumb across his knuckles until he looked up to see you smiling at him. His eyes were starting to water. âJust tell me, Peter. Itâs okay.â
âI was scared,â he admitted, his voice breaking. âI was scared of how much I love you. I mean, Liz was just a crush, and Gwen was a hookup. Iâve only ever loved you, Y/N. Before we met, I had to watch Mayâs heart break day after day when we lost Uncle Ben, and when I realized how much I loved you... I just wasnât sure if I could handle ever losing you like that. And so I felt like I needed to protect you from all of the people who would want to hurt you.â
âHey, Peter. Calm down. Iâm right here,â you whispered, wiping a tear from his face. You watched as his breathing slowed, eventually evening out. âWhy would anybody want to hurt me?â
âBecauseâŠâ he started, hesitating a little bit. âBecause Iâm Spider-Man.â
Your eyes grew big as you mulled over what he had just said. âAre you being serious right now?â
He nodded, feeling a weight lift from his chest. Your eyes followed him as he walked over to his closet, digging around through piles of clothes before he found what he was looking for.
âHoly shit,â you breathed out. Peter was holding up Spider-Manâs suit. His suit. The sweatshirt from earlier made a lot more sense now.
âI would never lie to you,â he said, folding it up and sitting back down. âIâm so sorry, Y/N. I thought I was doing the right thingâthat youâd be safeâbut I was so stupid. I, uh, I think about you all the time. I worry whether youâve gotten home alright and how your little brotherâs doing and if your mom got the promotion that she wanted andââ
You cut him off with a kiss, something you had been dying to do ever since you shut his bedroom door. âI forgive you,â you sighed, gently playing with his hair.
Peter stared back at you, a grin slowly spreading across his face. âDoes this mean that weâre back together?â
âYep,â you confirmed, before leaning into another kiss. And another. And another.
âWait,â Peter said, breaking away from you. âI have a present for you. Itâs actually from when we first started dating, but I was waiting until Christmas to give it to you.â
He moved to his desk, digging through one of the drawers before pulling out a flash drive. âHere it is,â he smiled, dropping it into your hand. It had your name scribbled on it next to a cat sticker. âItâs a playlist. Of all the songs that make me think of you. I think itâs got around a hundred on there?â
âWow,â you beamed, marveling at the little piece of plastic in your hand. âYouâre making me look bad. I didnât get you anything.â
âNot true. You owe me a date, remember?â he reminded you, wiggling his eyebrows and pulling you into his lap.
âYouâre right. Let me think,â you hummed, running through all the ideas of what the two of you could do. âOh! I got it. The Central Park Squirrel Census for this year just got released. What if we analyzed the data? You could do the wrangling and I could do the visualizations!â
âI love you so much,â he laughed, pressing a kiss onto the tip of your nose. You giggled as Peter buried his face into your shoulder, his grip around your waist tightening. âBut you are such a nerd.â
âIâm your nerd, Parker,â you agreed, leaning further into his embrace. âAlways have been and always will be.â
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first snow (heeseung)
summary:Â you make a promise to confess to heeseung on the day of the first snowfall warnings: slight slight angst at certain parts (àč ËÍ á ËÍ )Æ
Ì wc: 2.2k a/n: for holiday hearts; this turned out to be a little longer than i intended but iâm not mad about it ÊÂ·áŽ„Â·Ê (belated) merry christmas and an (early) happy new year to everyone! <3
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âon the day of the first snowfall, we confess. okay?â
jakeâs eyes are wide open as he looks at you, his hand gripping your arm tightly from where he is sitting beside you on your bedroom floor. heâs serious about this, you can tell, but you canât help but sigh at his proposition.
âjake, are you sure about this? it could literally snow tomorrow. would you be able to confess tomorrow?â
âyes! i would! and you should too! whatâs stopping you?â
well. whatâs stopping you is the thought of your best friend hearing your confession and then looking at you like youâre crazy. thatâs how it always goes down in your imaginationâyou confess, heeseung freezes, and then he looks at you like youâre insane before turning you down gently.
you always picture him to have a slight look of pity in his eyes when he hears your confessionâa look that says i wish i liked you too, but i donât. that look from your imagination is whatâs stopping you.
one day youâre going to turn around and dropkick the infuriating little voice in your head that always comes up with the worst possible scenarios for you in any given situation.
âitâs okay, y/n. itâll turn out just fine, trust me.â jake says, as if reading your mind.
and as much as you fear the possibility of rejection, itâs even harder to live everyday wondering what could be if only you were that much braver.
âfine. but only if you confess to her first. text me that youâve confessed, and then iâll do it.â
âdeal!â jakeâs entire face lights up as you give in. âbesides, they say if you confess on the day of the first snow, the two of you will stay together for a long, long time.â
âïžâïžâïž
you spend majority of the next week making sure that youâre always in view of a window, eyes anxiously looking out at even the slightest hints of movement outside in case itâs a snowflake falling. you spend the rest of the time with your eyes trained on your phone, afraid that somehow snow had fallen and you hadnât noticed and jake had texted you that he had confessed to his crush and you would be up next.
luckily for you, neither of those things happen.
in fact, the only notification you get on your phone is a text from heeseung himself.
just stole my brotherâs netflix account. wanna come watch smth?
hanging out with heeseung on his couch, his feet on your lap as you give him the stinky eye for having his stinky feet so close to your nose, both of you laughing at the low-budget horror film thatâs playing on the tvânone of this feels new to you.
actually, itâs the farthest thing from new. the both of you have been best friends for years now, and you like to think you know almost everything there is to know about him by now. spending time with heeseung feels like the easiest thing to do.
âis there something on my face?â heeseung asks, launching a popcorn at your head. âwhy are you staring at me like that?â
but of course, nothing is actually easy when your best friend is oblivious and you like him and you donât know when itâs going to start snowing or what youâre going to say once it does.
âiâm not,â you reply, although you quite obviously are.
you push his feet off of your lap as he aims another popcorn at you. âget your stinky feet off my lap, for godâs sake.â
âhey, hey, donât bring god into this.â he sits upright and scoots next to you on the couch. the both of you turn your attention back to the film before he speaks again, his eyes not leaving the screen.
âanyway, what are you doing on christmas eve?â
ânothing much. dinner with my family, i think. what about you?â
heeseung takes a moment to answer, his eyes trained on the television so closely that for a second, you think he hasnât heard your reply and is actually back to watching the film.
in that same second you also wonder if maybe heâll ask you to spend the evening with him instead, but you stuff that thought back where it came from before you start forming any real hope.
âyeah, i think iâm spending it with my family, too.â he finally answers, and as if on cue, the girl from the horror movie lets out a horrifying scream.
âïžâïžâïž
jake sends you a screenshot of the weather report the next week. it reads: first snow of the season expected to fall today. total snow accumulation predicted to be 2 to 5 inches.
âprepare your confession speech,â he texts you. âwe have to do it today.â
somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder why jake is being so dramatic about all of this. if he was so ready to confess, he could just do it now instead of waiting for snowfall. or maybe he just really believed in that âif you confess on the day of the first snow youâll last longerïżœïżœïżœ theory.
either way, The Confession was fast approaching and you have yet to come up with a concrete plan about how youâre going to confess. you have been actively trying to avoid thinking about it for the sole reason that every time you do, that nasty voice in the back of your head begins pushing you down a spiral of anxiety. but not thinking about it is just making you nervous in its own way.
so naturally, to take your mind off heeseung, you text heeseung.
twenty minutes later heâs on your chair, aimlessly rolling around your room as you lie on your bed.
âwhat do you wanna do?â
âi donât know, anything. iâm so bored.â
âme too. my brother changed his netflix password so i canât use his account anymore.â
you chuckle, turning your head to face him. he looks absolutely breathtaking in his hoodie, the soft pink hue of the fabric a charming contrast against the rich colour of his skin.
âletâs come up with new yearâs resolutions for the new year.â you reply. itâs a conversation the two of you have together almost every year-end, and you want to know what is on heeseungâs mind this time.
âhm⊠okay, the first one for me is to exercise regularly. iâm gonna be swole this time next year.â
you snort. âisnât that what you said last year?â
heeseung canât help but laugh at that, but his tone is indignant as he replies. âthis time itâs for real!!!â
âfine, fine, whatâs your next one?â
ânext one⊠would be to learn how to play the guitar?â
you nod at this-unfortunately you canât bring yourself to tease a music prodigy about his love for music.
âthatâs nice. youâll have to play for me once you learn.â
you stare up at the ceiling, wondering what your new yearâs resolution should be. you wonder vaguely if heeseung will still be by your side to have this same conversation with you next year.
âactually, i have one last one,â heeseung says, rolling over languidly to your table to fiddle with the stationery you have strewn all over the tabletop. âiâm going to confess to my crush next year.â
you freeze. his crush?
âyou look like youâve seen a ghost,â heeseung says, giggling softly at the expression on your face. âwhatâs so shocking about that?â
âyour crush? you never told me you had someone you liked,â you say, unable to keep the tone of surprise and slight betrayal out of your voice.
this changes everything, doesnât it? if heeseung has someone he likes, you canât just confess knowing that he definitely does not return your feelings. your mind is going a mile per minute, and all you can do is sit and stare at heeseung, who looks as gorgeous as always as he doodles absentmindedly on your notebook.
âi do,â he replies quietly, a small smile on his face as he looks up at you. wow, he must really like whoever it is if just the mention of them makes him smile like this. âyou know this person, too!â
great.
âwhoâŠââ but before you can finish your question, heeseung suddenly gasps as his eyes widen almost comically, peering out of the window that is directly above your desk.
ây/n! look!â heeseung says, parting the curtains fully and gesturing you to come over. âitâs snowing!!!â
oh my god. itâs like the snow gods are laughing at you.
you make your way over and watch with your mouth open as the snowflakes twirl and fall, softly piling up upon one another on the concrete pavement. it isnât heavy, and the snow on the ground is quickly melting, but thereâs no denying that it is, in fact, snowing. the one damn time the weather forecast is right and itâs for this.
âit really is snowing,â you mumble, leaning closer out the window to get a better look.
âthis is so pretty! do you think weâll get a white christmas this year?â heeseung presses up against the window right beside you, turning to look at you with an expectant look in his eyes. lee heeseung, whose eyes sparkle at the mere thought of it snowing on the most festive day of the year. your heart squeezes painfully in your chest.
honestly, you think to yourself. just because he likes someone else doesnât mean you donât deserve to tell him what you feel, right? you donât expect anything back from him, you could just follow through on your promise with jake and get it off your chest and continue with life as per normal. heeseung wouldnât be weird about it-heâs heeseung.
ây/n?â heeseung asks, waving an unsure hand in front of you. âis everything okay?â
thereâs a confused smile on his face, and his warm brown eyes look concerned as they search yours.
âheeseung, i think i have something to tell you.â
âsuddenly?â his brows furrow in confusion. âyou can tell me anything, you know. what is it?â
âi know you just said thereâs someone else you like, and i know this seems like itâs out of the blue, but i have someone i really like too.â
heeseungâs eyes widen just a fraction, but he maintains his expression. âwhat? who is it?â
you take an unsteady breath. thereâs no turning back now.
âitâs you, heeseung.â
ââŠitâs me?â
âyou donât have to say anything. i know you already like someone else, iâm just confessing because i made a pact with jake. we can just forget what i said and move oââ
âa pact with jake???â heeseung looks confused, his mind racing to keep up with your words.
âyeah, we had a promise. itâs nothing big, actually, it was something about the snow and. never mind, i shouldnât haââ
you cut yourself off when you suddenly feel heeseungâs hands on either side of your face. his hands are warm, slightly rough because itâs the winter and he never uses hand cream even when you tell him too.
âyou donât get to confess and then just move on like that,â he says, his face a mere few inches away from yours as he turns to face you.
âarenât you going to ask me who the person i like is?â he asks, and your mind goes blank. what does it matter who he likes now? when youâve just confessed to him?
he sighs slightly at your silence. âi thought i was being fairly obvious. itâs you, y/n. i was going to confess to you in the new year.â he smiles unsteadily as he says this, eyes sparkling the same way it did at the mention of a white christmas earlier. ânow stop looking so upset, i just told you i like you, too.â
he pats your cheek playfully as his smile widens, watching in amusement at the shock on your face.
you had come up with a hundred different ways in which this could have ended, but none of your scenarios ever looked like this. suddenly the heat from his hands on the sides of your face feels a bit too warm.
âreally? are you sure?â
âof course iâm sure, y/n! why wouldnât i be sure?â he asks with a soft chuckle. âiâve felt this way for the longest time now.â
for the longest time now. your stomach does a funny flip at the words, your heart stuttering as the reality of the situation dawns upon you.
you confessed and lee heeseung confessed right back. lee heeseung likes you and he says heâs sure about it.
everythingâs falling into place, just like the soft, white flakes finding a home on the broad, sturdy branches of the oak tree outside.
maybe jake is right-something about the first snow really does feel magical.
(the moment is broken by the violent buzzing of your phone from where it is on your bed.
jake: y/n look out itâs snowing!!!
jake: itâs time!!!
jake: wait actually iâm not sure about this
jake: i donât even know where she is right now
jake: iâm scared. this is scarier than i thought
jake:
jake: y/n are u there???)
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give your heart a break // colby brock - chapter five: the jealousy
A/N: so iâm about to go out with a friend so if this isnât all fixed and there are some spelling mistakes, iâll be fixing it later. i just wanted to post it for yall since you guys have been asking for this chapter. itâs a good one, trust me. alrighty, hope you enjoy. let me know what you think! byeeee! :)
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taglist: @azurebrock , @daddydobrock , @colbyf-ingbrock , @cuddlingwithcolby , @absolute-randomness-forever , @lovelycolby , @codename-nyx , @sweetxplr , @absolutelynobodyposts
trigger warning: SMUT, angst, cursing, partying, drinking, mentions of hooking up
word count: 2608
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seven months, three weeks, five days
âSo speaking of boyfriends... how are you and Colby doing?â Kat smirked, turning her head to me.
âYes, how is our emo, lover-boy doing?â Tara asked, giving me the same look.
I rolled my eyes. âFirst off, not my boyfriend. Secondly, weâre good.â
âYouâre doing a lot better than good if you guys are fucking.â Tara stated bluntly.
âWait youâre having sex?! You didnât tell me that.â Kat exclaimed quietly, smacking my arm dramatically.
I snickered. âI thought I told you! Anyways, yes; me and Colby are having sex. But itâs... different.â
âWhat do you mean by different?â Tara questioned, raising an eyebrow.
âWell for starters, weâve separated romantic stuff from sexual stuff,â I explained. âWe can kiss during sex but not when we cuddle and whatnot. And also thereâs no romantic stuff after sex. We just kinda get up and go.â
âWhy are you guys doing it like that?â Kat laughed.
âBecause he and I have made it clear that neither one of us want to catch feelings for the other, so we think this is the best way.â I shrugged, âPlus, weâve both agreed that if we want to see other people, we can.â
âWe... or him?â Tara retorted.
âWhat do you mean?â I queried.
âLook. I love Colby, but I love you more. You have to be honest with yourself. Are you sure that what he wants is what you want?â Tara argued.
âYeah. I mean I guess so.â I answered.
Tara sighed. âAll Iâm saying is if heâs the one making all the rules, this isnât really a 50/50 relationship. And I know yâall are just friends with benefits, but those benefits need to go both ways.â
âYou sound like youâve done this before.â I remarked.
âLetâs just say before Jake, I was a bit crazy.â Tara joked.
Kat smiled. âYou still are.â
âShut up!â Tara giggled, pushing Kat.
~~~
I decided that after hanging out with Tara and Kat, I wanted to see Colby. It had honestly become part of my routine to come over mid-day and hang with him if he wasnât doing anything. He even gave me a spare key so I could just come in whenever.
I walked down the hall to his place, pulling his key out of my pocket. I unlocked the door and opened it.
âHey Colby, I was thinking of-â I started.
A brunette girl swung herself off of Colby, who jumped up when he heard my voice.
Oh my god... he was actually hooking up with someone else.
âHey Zo. Uh uh whatâs up?â Colby stammered.
I huffed. âNothing much, Colbs. Seems like youâre busy. I could leave if you want.â
âUm thatâs okay. Stacy was just leaving anyway.â He chuckled uncomfortably.
Stacy cleared her throat and stood up slowly, fixing her clothes. âYeah, I gotta go. Thanks for your help.â
I stayed silent as she grabbed her stuff and walked up to Colby, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and whispering goodbye.
I stared at Colby as Stacy left, my eyes never leaving his. When I finally heard the door close, he exhaled. âUm so how-â
âAre you serious, Colby?â I hissed.
Colby furrowed his brows. âWhat?â
âStacy? Stacy fucking Jackson? You know sheâs only using you, right? Sheâs been bouncing from influencer to influencer since she got to LA last year. We literally used to joke about how much of a user she was.â I groaned. âAt least sheâs uped her ranks since sheâs now hooking up with you.â
Colby scoffed. âDonât be like that. She came over because she had a question about editing and-â
âHer tongue accidentally landed in your mouth. A tale as old as time.â I sassed.
âWhatâs with the attitude? Itâs not like Iâm breaking our rules.â He reminded.
âAttitude? You think this is me giving you attitude? No. You see, this is me being fucking angry at the fact that you are hooking up with Stacy.â I jeered.
âYou sound jealous.â He speculated, a devilish look in his eye.
âIâm not jealous!â I hollered. I stopped, took a deep breath, and continued. âThe whole reason we started this friends-with-benefits thing is because you felt like you couldnât have a relationship with any other girl out here because they were all using you. Now youâre hooking up with the biggest user in L.A.?â
âIâm not hooking up with her. We made out. Thatâs it.â Colby informed, going into his kitchen.
âOnly because I came in.â I followed him.
Colby opened his fridge, grabbing a water bottle. âYou arguing with me really isnât helping the jealousy thing.â
âFuck you, Iâm not jealous.â I deadpanned.
He paused. âLook, I thought allowing us to see other people while still doing this was something we both agreed with. If you didnât want me to go hook up with other girls, you should have said something.â
âHave you hooked up with other girls?â I crossed my arms uncomfortably.
He shrugged. âMaybe. Have you hooked up with any guys?â
âNo. I thoughtâŠâ I trailed off.
âYou thought what?â Colby took a drink from his bottle.
ââŠWhy would you wanna hook up with other people?â I inquired.
âBecause what we have isnât serious.â He replied.
I felt my stomach drop and my heart skip a beat.
Why did his words hurt so bad?
âRight. So, if I hooked up with some random guy, you wouldnât care.â I doubted.
âNo. Hell, I encourage it.â He formed a tight-lipped smile.
I raised an eyebrow. âReally? Any guy?â
âYeah. Whoever. It doesnât matter to me.â Colby leaned against his counter.
âOkay.â I nodded my head, slowly turning towards his door to leave.
As I opened it, I stopped and spun back to him, smirking. âHey⊠isnât there a party tonight?â
~~~
I glanced around at the party taking place, sighing deeply and taking a long drink from my cup. I had been at this party for over three hours and regretted it.
I came here with the intention of hooking up with someone, literally anyone, just to prove Colby wrong.
But why did I want to prove him wrong?
Maybe because I was actually⊠jealous, of him and Stacy.
âDamn⊠I need more alcohol.â I sang to myself drunkenly.
As I poured more into my cup, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned around and found Mike smiling down at me.
âHey Zoe. Whatâs up?â Mike asked kindly.
âNothing. Just drinking my feelings away.â I mentioned, smiling lazily.
He slid his cup in front of me. âCheers to that.â
I laughed, pouring some vodka into his cup.
âWhatâs with all the emotions? Whatâs gotten you upset?â Mike queried.
âColby.â I grumbled.
Mike chuckled. âAhh. Our favorite emo king. What he do?â
âHe hooked up with Stacy Jackson.â I informed.
He scrunched his face up. âThat bitch?â
âYeah. And I caught him doing it.â I took a swig from my drink.
âArenât you two-â Mike began.
âNo, we are not together!â I exclaimed, groaning. âWeâve hooked up a bunch and now he made up these rules that we can hook up with other people but I donât think I want us to.â
He gasped dramatically. âOh no. Are you catching-â
I interjected again. âFeelings? No. But like, why do we need to hook up with other people when we have each other? Itâs just dumb.â
âSure.â Mike agreed.
âPlus, unless we get tested monthly, we could give each other STDs.â I reasoned.
He nodded his head. âRight.â
âAnd plus itâs just stupid.â I whined.
He bit back a smile. âYou kinda already said that.â
I stared down at my cup. ââŠI have been drinking a lot.â
âWell, if youâre that upset with him hooking up with Stacy, why donât you hook up with someone?â Mike suggested.
âI wanted to, but no one at this party is interesting enough for me. Plus, I donât really want to do a one-night stand.â I confessed. âMaking out is fine though.â
Mike took a sip from his drink and I followed suit, a light silence falling over us.
âYou wanna make out?â
I choked suddenly, coughing into my arm. âWhat?!â
âYou heard me.â Mike smirked.
I felt a weird blush come to my face. âMikeâŠâ
âItâs definitely one way to get back at him.â He joked.
âI donât know.â I mumbled.
âLook, all Iâm saying is, if you decide to say yes, it wonât go any further than kissing. And for this one time offer, I will gladly forget it happened after tonight. Never bringing it up again. Never telling any of our friends.â Mike offered.
âI-IâŠâ I stuttered.
âJust a thought. Come find me if you wanna.â He winked, walking away and heading towards the living room of the party.
I shouldnât do this. This is sort of wrong, right?
But there was a voice inside my head that thought about what Tara said. Colby and I's relationship was not an even split. He was making all the rules and just expecting me to follow them.
And just because I donât like him hooking up with other girls doesnât mean Iâm jealous! Iâm just... upset.
I grabbed the bottle of alcohol I had from before, pouring out two shots and drinking them down hastily. I placed the bottle back on the counter and followed the way Mike had gone.
I found him not long after: sitting on the couch next to Colby.
Well... this was gonna be fun.
"Hey Mike?" I called to him.
He and Colby gazed up at me. âYeah?â He responded.
"I think Iâm gonna take you up on your offer." I stated breathlessly marching up to him.
Mike smirked as I straddled his lap, leaning into him and kissing him passionately. His lips tasted like fruity alcohol. His tongue found its way into my mouth as he pulled me closer to him.
I suddenly felt a hand grab my arm and yank me away from Mikeâs lips. I looked up and saw Colby glaring down at me.
He pulled me off of Mike and dragged me to a door that led into a bathroom. He slammed the door shut, locking it quickly.
The room felt heavy as he paused before he spoke.
"Are you fucking serious?" Colby barked
I leaned against the counter cockily. "Whatâs the matter?"
"Mike... youâre hooking up with Mike?!" He fumed.
I shrugged. "You said any guy."
"Yeah well I thought friends would kinda be off limits. Besides you donât even like Mike like that." He argued.
"Who says I have to like him to fuck him?" I deadpanned.
âDonât be dramatic.â He hissed.
I scoffed. âExcuse me? Dramatic? You think this is me being dramatic? Iâm sorry, but whoâs the one that pulled the other into a bathroom, Cole?â
âOooh, first name. I must be in trouble.â Colby sneered.
I paused for a second, clicking my tongue. âYou sound jealous.â
âWhat?â He replied.
âYou heard me. You sound-â
âJealous? Right.â
I placed my hands on my hips. âWhy else would you pull me off of Mike⊠unless you didnât want me to hook up with him?â
Colby stayed silent; his arms crossed tight as he gazed down at the floor.
âYou know what, Colby? Fuck you.â I pointed, shoving my finger onto his chest.
His icy, dark blue eyes glared into mine.
âYou donât get to tell me what to do, alright? Youâve made it very apparent weâre just friends, so you have no say in whether or not I fuck someone else or not. So Iâm gonna go out there and me and Mike are gonna have a good fucking time.â I ranted.
I strutted past Colby, reaching the door in a second. As I unlocked the door and began to open it, it was slammed shut from behind by Colbyâs hand. He spun me around, smashing his body and pinning me up against the door. His lips were immediately on mine, his tongue invading my mouth.
I gasped into the kiss. Colbyâs hands gripped my hips, his grinding into mine. Our tongues glided against each otherâs. His hands danced down my thighs, pulling them around his waist and lifting me up against the door. He pulled his lips away forcefully, giving me only moments to catch my breath.
âYouâre not going out there and fucking Mike,â He stated lustfully. âIâm the only one that can fuck you.â
He yanked my dress up, finding my underwear and pushing it to the side. His fingers began to rub my clit, eliciting moans from me.
âIâm the only one that can make you feel this good. Youâre already getting so wet for me.â He chuckled darkly.
Colby began to finger me, causing a whine to escape my mouth suddenly. I dug my nails into his shoulders, trying to hold back any more noises.
âDo you want me to fuck you?â He asked, fingering me harder.
I nodded hastily. âYes.â
âThen say it. Say you want me to fuck you.â He demanded.
I exhaled. âColby please.â
âPlease what?â He bit his lip.
âFuck me Colby, please.â I whimpered breathlessly.
He smirked. âGladly.â
Colby rushed me over to the counter, placing me down and pulling out a condom. He unzipped and tugged his jeans and underwear down, his cock springing free. He jerked himself for a few seconds as stared at me. He ripped the wrapper open, sliding the condom down his shaft.
âTurn around.â He ordered.
I spun around, my body facing the bathroom mirror. I watched Colby pull down my panties and spread my legs.
âI want you to watch me fuck you from behind.â He growled into my ear.
Colby bent me over, his cock playing with my entrance. I bit my lip as he teasingly entered me, groans falling from both our lips.
Instantly, he began to thrust into me, his pace already fast. His grasp on my hips was tight, his fingerprints already starting to leave marks.
âYouâre mine, you know that? Youâre mine.â Colby grunted, gazing at me through the mirror.
He fucked into me deeper, my eyes rolling back at the feeling.
I finally stared at him. âIf Iâm yours, then youâre mine.â
Colby raised an eyebrow at me, his rhythm not faltering.
âIâll gladly be yours if youâll be mine.â I muttered, my eyes fluttering from the pleasure.
He slowed himself for a moment, bringing my body up against his. He kissed along my neck sweetly, lips landing on my ear.
âNo one else. Just us?â He whispered.
âExactlyâŠâ I agreed.
His lips stayed under my ear sucking on my sensitive spot, causing tingles to run down my spine. He pulled out suddenly, turning me around to face him. We looked into each otherâs eyes as Colby leaned in and kissed me tenderly.
He tore his lips away from mine, lining himself back up. He slid in slowly, my body shaking from how sensitive I was.
He thrusted into me gentle at first, but it began to build up back to where it was. Noises fell from our lips as he pounded harder and harder. I could feel myself building up, unable to hold back.
I whined. âColby, fuck. Iâm gonna-â
âKeep your eyes on me, baby.â He uttered.
I looked into his eyes, not able to pull myself away as my orgasm hit me hard. I moaned loudly, gripping the counter and his waist.
Colby thrusted three more times and then grunted loudly, coming undone himself.
We finally relaxed against each other, my head falling onto his shoulder.
He kissed my cheek sweetly, his breath fanning against my neck. âNo one else.â
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Snapshots: the only exception
A/N: SO, I didnât think I was going to be able to post this as quickly as I did, but when the muse hits, it hits. This update definitely went a different way than I had intended too, I hope you all enjoy it!Â
I am going to try and work on an update for Distraction, if not, snapshots will be updated again by the end of next week or maybe even sooner!
Love you all! Thank you for showing snapshots so much love!
You sighed as you walked inside your hotel room. Being in New York was lovely but you missed California. It was April and spring was just making its way through the city. You loved the weather, but you wished your better half was here to enjoy the weather with you. Itâs been two weeks since you went to New York, leaving Angel in Santo Padre. You two FaceTime everyday, but it just wasnât enough. You missed Angel terribly and you were so thankful that you were coming home tomorrow.
There was a knock on your door, which startled you. Rafael was out and about with a fling of his, so who was at the door? You havenât even ordered room service yet.Â
Walking over to the door, you looked through the peephole and you found Jake, holding pizza and beer. Quickly, you opened the door and he greeted you with that usual warm smile of his.
âHey,â he greeted.
âJake,â you returned his smile. âCome in! What are you doing here?â
âRafa told me he ditched you, so I figured Iâd bring you some food and beer. You fly out tomorrow right?â
âYes, thank god, I miss California.â You closed the door, following Jake to the table you had at the corner of your room. You sat on the chair across the window, the intoxicating smell of the pizza overtaking your mind. âOh god, that smells so good.â
âFigured Iâd show you how pizza should actually taste.â
You laughed. Jake used to speak about New York fondly. He wanted to leave San Diego and move back to New York where he spent his undergraduate college career. Jake wanted you to move to New York, knowing your company would gladly transfer you over. But there was just one problem, Angel.
Jake let it slip to Angel, which youâre quite certain was on purpose, that you were thinking of moving to New York. Angel looked at you from across the room and you knew Jake told him. The way his face changed, taking a swig of his beer as he kept his anger at bay.Â
It was an epic fight between you two and was the beginning of the end with Jake.
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âSo when were you going to tell me youâre moving?â Angel questioned once you two were all alone in your apartment.Â
You sighed, cursing Jakeâs name under your breath. âAngel, Iâm not moving.â
âYou sure? Pretty boy is already picking out the patterns of your plates.âÂ
This was not what you needed right now. Angel wasnât going to talk to you with everyone around. Jake had to leave since he had some family brunch in the morning and his apartment was closer to his parents place. As soon as Jake was out of the door, Angel was itching to speak with you. There was no way you were going to move away, not from him. San Diego was acceptable, but across the country, that wasnât acceptable. If he had to kill Jake, he would, if that meant you were staying beside him, he would do it. He was never a selfish bastard, but as of late, he felt you slipping away and he couldnât handle that.Â
âItâs a process, but you know I would talk to you if I decided to move.â
âSo now itâs a process but you just said you werenât moving.â
âAngel, I donât want to argue about something that may not even happen and honestly doesnât even concern you.â You realize your mistake as the words came out of your mouth. Angelâs face changed from anger to shock to disappointment, it was so quick that you were surprised that you caught those changes.
âWhatâd you just say?â He asked after a long period of silence between you.
âI didnât mean it,â you immediately answer. âI just,â you sighed. âI donât want to move, I canât even imagine being without you, but,â you made eye contact with him then. âI love Jake and if he ends up moving, I would want to be with him.â
Angelâs heart clenched hearing your words. It was the day he feared. It barreled towards him like a truck going down a hill and it hurt. He was crushed.
âThen go be with him.â
Angel didnât know what else to say. He couldnât handle this. He did what he thought would be best, he walked away. He always thought you were his exception, the one who was never going to leave him, the one that would always be by his side.Â
He was wrong.
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âDo you ever wish you could turn back time and move with me?â Jake questioned.
It was going to sound terrible, but Jake always hoped that it wouldnât work out with you and Angel. That you would wake up one day and realize that Angel was not the one for you. It was awful of him, he knew that, but you were his exception.Â
As cliche as it sounded, you were the only girl who didnât fall for his charm, for his infamous looks. The only reason he was able to score a date with you was due to his persistence, otherwise, his looks don't matter to you. His personality had to win you over.Â
You opened the pizza box, unsure of how to answer the question. There were times before you got with Angel that you regretted not moving with Jake, especially when Adelita came. You should have just moved with Jake, someone who loves you and took care of you. Someone you clicked with so well and made you smile during an awful day.Â
But at the same time he wasnât Angel. You couldnât do it. No matter how hard you tried. You almost did it, especially since Angel avoided you like the plague, but you couldnât move away. But there was a part of you that still believed it was a good idea. You could further your career in New York. When you were younger, it was your dream to move to New York. But when you actually came to New York with Jake to just test it out, you were miserable. You missed Coco, Gilly, Rafael and most of all, you missed Angel. When he found out you went to New York, he reached out to you with a simple message,
âCouldnât even say goodbye?â
And it pissed you off. Instead of texting him you flew out a week early and gave Angel a piece of your mind.
âY/N?â
You shook your head. âSorry! Zoned out, what was your question again?â
âDo you wish you could turn back time and move here?â
âNo, Iâm very happy where I am,â you confidently told Jake. This was what you always wanted, to be with Angel. You werenât missing out.
âI never truly understood why you were so willing to give up everything for Angel. He seemed like a good enough guy, but I always thought you would just,â Jake chuckled and shook his head. âI thought you would wake up and realize that you didnât belong in his world.â
âExcuse me?âÂ
âCome on, youâre an intelligent young woman who has an amazing career ahead of her. Being the girlfriend of an outlaw biker with a shady job isn't exactly ideal for you.â As nice as Jake was, you knew that he had some type of superiority complex when it came to Angel. For Jake, Angel was never going to be able to give you the life you deserved. Though, he obviously didnât understand what type of life you wanted, but Jake felt that on paper, you two were the perfect match. While he did bow out, you knew that Jake was bitter. It was the reason you two never really stayed in touch.Â
âI think you should go,â Jake wasnât worth your time. You completely lost your appetite after his words. After your interaction 2 months ago, you thought that maybe, just maybe, Jake moved on. But you assumed wrong.
âY/N, Iâm,âÂ
Before he could apologize, you cut him off. âDonât, you donât mean it, letâs not kid ourselves.â
Jake sighed and nodded his head. âIâm just looking out for you, Angel is eventually going to break your heart.â
âIâm good, I donât need anyone looking out for me.âÂ
Jake stood up and left your hotel room. You frowned, opening one of the Reddâs Apple Cider he brought for you and chugged it. Jake was wrong. You didnât care what Angel did for a living. You didnât care that he was part of a gang of some sorts. Angel was Angel and the MC was basically family to you. Everyone always had an opinion on things they donât know about. You werenât going to pretend the boys were saints, but you also werenât going to cast a bad light on them. They were humans, we all made mistakes.Â
You hated the fact that you started crying. Jakeâs words didnât matter to you, but you hated it when they put Angel down. Angel was an amazing guy regardless of his occupation or affiliation. This was the man that stayed up with you during your first heartbreak, running to the store to get you ice cream. You were 16 years old, the time of your life where puppy love existed and broke your heart so thoroughly.Â
âI canât believe Iâm crying,â you cried out as you sobbed harder. You felt like an idiot. You should have known that Nathan was going to break your heart. It was his literal MO, but like every other girl, you liked to believe that maybe, just maybe, you were the exception.
âBaby, itâs okay, I understand why you are,â Angel rubbed your back as you laid on his bed. His mother had just dropped off some cookies, giving you a kiss on the top of your head since it was the only thing she could kiss with Angel hugging you tightly.Â
âHow can I be so stupid?â You sounded dramatic, you knew it. You felt like the characters on a teen drama.Â
Angel chuckled. âBaby, youâre not stupid. Believe me, youâre far from that.âÂ
You remained quiet, wrapping your arms around Angelâs middle. He laid his cheek on top of your head as you listened to his heartbeat. You donât know what you would do without Angel. He was your best friend and you couldnât even imagine a life without him. Angel was the exception, every other man in this world was trash, but him.Â
âI want ice cream,â you stated, breaking the silence between you two.Â
Angel chuckled and kissed the top of your head. âWe donât have any, Iâll go to the corner store real quick.â
âWhat, no way, itâs dark outside.â
âAnything for you.â
If you were being honest, the people in society that were considered odd, outcasts, were the greatest people you knew. You may be biased but youâve been part of the so-called normal world and it was overrated.Â
Your phone rang and you immediately picked it up knowing it was Angel. You smiled when you saw Aresâ nose on the screen as Angel pretended to fight your puppy for screen time. Ares looked at Angel, giving him some evil type of eye while Angel playfully rubbed his face before moving the phone so you could only see him.Â
âHeâs such a hog,â Angel playfully rolled his eyes.
You laughed. âYouâre such a dork, how was your day?â
âGood, canât wait till you come back tomorrow.â Angel smiled. âWe ainât leaving our apartment for a least two days.â
You laughed once again, Jakeâs stupidity was out of your mind. âSounds like a promising weekend.âÂ
âHave you been crying?â Angel frowned, noticing your puffy eyes.Â
âI just miss you,â you feel your eyes welling up again.
âThatâs true, I miss you too baby, but I call bullshit.â You hated that Angel knew you so well. He was such a drag at times since you couldnât lie to him well. âWhatâs going on?â
âJake just dropped by.â
âWhat did that motherfucker say?â Angel could feel his blood boiling. Jake was so fucking lucky that he wasnât there with you, otherwise he would have beat the shit out of Jake.
âItâs nothing, donât worry about it.âÂ
âYouâre crying, itâs obviously something.â Angel was hoping that after numerous talks you two have shared, you wouldnât close him off. âTalk to me, mi dulce,â
âNothing, itâs stupid, I donât want us to waste our time on him.âÂ
âNice try, now spill it,â Angel moved away from Ares as the dog kept trying to see you. He walked in his room, closing the door behind him. âWhat did pretty boy say?â
âHe just asked me if I had a change of heart about moving to New York.âÂ
Angel sighed, shaking his head. That was a difficult period for him. When you two got into an argument regarding this possible move, Angel couldnât bring it to himself to speak to you. You fucked up, not him. Youâre the one who decided to leave, youâre the one who broke the promise.Â
You and Angel had promised one another that no matter what, you two would never leave one another. It seemed like such a juvenile promise, but after losing important people in your life, you and Angel leaned on one another. If you two could control it, you would never leave one another, that was the deal. And you broke it. Thatâs why Angel was so upset.Â
No matter the rule, the stipulation, the situation, you and Angel were the exceptions for one another.Â
Your commitment to one another ran deep. You two established a foundation for your friendship that eventually blossomed to a relationship. You knew it was somewhat cliche however, you figured thatâs why it worked. You two have always been committed to one another, your relationship just evolved into the next chapter in your lives.Â
âI still havenât forgiven you for that,â Angel was joking in some ways, it was his way to deal with pain. But he really hasnât.Â
The cut was deep.Â
âI know, Iâll spend the rest of my life making it up to you,â you gave him a small smile.
âSo what else did he say?âÂ
Your tears spilled then, remembering his words about Angel eventually breaking your heart. Youâre working on your insecurities and itâs not like you believed his words, but many people have expressed the same thing.Â
Angel was going to break your heart.Â
But you knew he wouldnât. You were confident he wouldnât.Â
He was the exception to all the men that have come and go in your life.Â
Angel Ignacio Reyes, Secretary of the Mayans Santo Padre Chapter, was the love of your life and he would always be there for you. No matter what anyone else in this world thought. They didnât know anything about you and Angel.Â
âBaby,â Angel grimaced, seeing the tears in your eyes.Â
âItâs stupid, I know I shouldnât cry about anything Jake said, but I hate it when people put you down.â You explained.
âFuck them, I donât give a fuck what they have to say.â Angel seethed. He was going to kill pretty boy. âWhat did he say Y/N?â He didnât care about his words, but it obviously upset you and that made him care.
âHe said that you were going to end up breaking my heart and we werenât compatible.â Saying out loud made you feel more of an idiot, but you couldnât help it.
Angel sighed, running his fingers through his short hair. This motherfucker was really trying his patience. Who the fuck did he think he was?
âDo you believe him?â
âOf course not,â
âThen whatâs the problem? People say things all the time. Heâs your ex-boyfriend, heâs obviously upset because of what happened. Who cares what he says? I love you and his issues are the least of my concerns.â Angel hated that Jake was trying to undermine your relationship, but he was glad you werenât falling for Jakeâs charm. Jake has always been on Angelâs shit list, but now heâs on a whole different level.
âI know, he just got to me. I hate it when people talk about you and the MC since they go with the status quo.âÂ
âBaby, not everyone likes us, you canât get offended about things you canât control. What matters is us, Jake is just pissed cause heâll never have you.â Angel was trying his best to help you feel better. He knew you worried about trivial things you couldnât control, but thatâs why he was here, to help you out. âI think you just miss me so much thatâs why youâre emotional.â
You laughed making Ange laugh as well. âI love you, I canât wait to see you tomorrow.â
âI love you to mi Dulce,â Angel walked out of his room and almost tripped over Ares. The dog glared at him and stood on his hind legs. Angel wrapped an arm around Ares, picking him up. âThis brat is out of control.â
You laughed again. âHe just misses me.â
âYou okay?â
âYes, I just needed to hear your voice, thank you for calling me.â
âAnything for you, sleep, Iâll see you tomorrow.â
You two said your good nights. You placed your phone down and opened another bottle. You were definitely thankful for Angel. As lovely as New York was, you couldnât wait to get home to Angel.
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âFuck,â you moaned out as Angel continuously pounded into you.
You got back to San Diego around 6 in the evening. After dinner, Angel took you home to his apartment and the next thing you knew, you were a moaning mess on the bed.
âBaby, fuck, youâre so wet.â Angel slid in and out of you easily, he fucking loved it. âI fucking missed this pussy.â
You just moaned, scratching Angelâs back.
He slowed down, straightening his back. Looking down at you, he watched as you bit your lips as he slowly slid out and slid back in at the same pace. You whimpered, begging for Angel to speed up.
âNope, youâre gonna take what I give you baby,â Angel bent down to take a nipple in his mouth, biting on it gently.Â
âAngel,â you whined.
âThatâs right, who does this pussy belong to?â
âYou,â breathlessly, you replied to Angel.Â
You can feel your orgasm building as Angel continued his torturous pace.Â
âAngel, please,â you begged, grabbing his arms with your hands, softly squeezing it.
âAnything for you,â he increased his speed, capturing your lips before he pulled back, pushing your legs back.Â
âIâm coming,â you moaned as Angel bent down to bite your neck, the spot he knew that always got you. âAngel!â You screamed out knowing his neighbors were definitely getting an earful of your screams.Â
You two have been at it for hours and youâre pretty sure this wouldnât be the last round.
Angel groaned as his thrust became shorter and finally, he released inside you. You love feeling his release, especially when he pulled out. Angel kissed you once again before he slowly pulled out, the friction causing you two to moan. He laid beside you, taking you into his arms. He kissed the top of your head as you wrap your arms around him.
âYouâre too good at this,âÂ
Angel chuckled. âItâs not that hard.â
âYouâd be surprised, none of the guys Iâve slept with has been this good,â you paused. âOr intense.â
âWell, Iâm in love with you, weâre not fucking. Weâre making love.â Angel was never into sappy shit, but it was true. Sex with you was just so much different. It sounded so fake, but it wasnât. Thatâs why he couldnât get enough of you. He tried to memorize every reaction you had, it was his favorite thing to do. Watching you come undone just further motivated him.
âYouâre so romantic.â
âTo you I am,â Angel ran his fingers up and down your side. âHas Jake tried reaching out to you?â He saw your phone lit up a few times, Jakeâs name popping up on the screen. He trusted you and he wasnât going to snoop, but he was still curious what the mother fucker wanted.
âYes,â you grabbed your phone before returning to your previous position on Angelâs chest. Handing your phone over to Angel, you changed your position slightly so you could see his reaction. âNothing too great.âÂ
Angel looked through the message and there were no replies from you. The messages were from Jake, apologizing and reasoning with you.Â
He placed your phone on the stand beside him.Â
âWhat you gonna do?â Angel questioned.
âNothing, Iâm done with him.â
âThatâs it querida? You donât want to put pretty boy in his place?â
Putting Jake in his place was low in your to do list. If anything, you didnât care much for Jake, and you havenât in so long. People like Jake, they wanted to apologize because they were notorious for being the âgood guyâ. Everyone had to love him. But at the end of the day, even the so-called good guys arenât that great. You werenât going to give Jake the time of day, just because he meant well doesnât mean it was going to be received well.Â
âI donât really care what happens to pretty boy,â you placed a kiss on his chest. âGot everything I want right here.â
You were always so good for Angelâs ego and self-esteem. You were his only exception, the person he would go through hell and back and even consider living the life he built so hard to have. The MC would always have a place in his heart, but at the end of the day, you were his heart.
Angel smiled down at you, kissing your forehead. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
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Part of You Indefinitely - Ch. 7 of 9
David/Patrick, 22k so far, A03, M
Summary: Â An accident sends Patrick to the hospital and terrifies David. Â What follows changes their relationship in ways David and Patrick never imagined. Â A story of love and its challenges.
***Weâre nearing the end, folks - hope you enjoy!
Chapter 7
David is excited at their next session with Margo. Â He tells her about how Patrick came to the store, and how good it felt to have him there, and how proud he is of Patrick for getting out of the house. Â
But when he turns to Patrick, hoping to have him echo his hopeful thoughts, Patrick is anything but happy.
âPatrick? Â Whatâs wrong?â
âDavid doesnât understand,â Patrick grinds out, speaking to Margo.
âOkay, time out, this really isnât fair â he canât say that if he doesnât explain, right?â Â David is on board with this counseling thing, he truly is, but not if Patrick just uses it to make vague, unsubstantiated allegations.
âPatrick, can you explain why you think David doesnât understand?â
David has the feeling that if it wasnât such a pain for Patrick to get back into his chair, heâd be storming out of the room. Â But Margo is good at letting Patrick take his time, and David pushes down his frustration and tries to follow suit.
âIt shouldnât be a big deal,â Patrick finally says, like heâs choking out each word.  âI should be able to go to the store â our store â without freaking out about it.  Thereâs no reason I canât go back to work now, I know thatâs what Davidâs thinking â we can both just go back to work now, and everything will be normal, exceptâŠâ
âExcept what?â Â Margo prompts.
David waits, his hands gripping his knees.
âExcept thatâs just it. Â Me. Â Iâm not back to normal. Â Nobody knows if I ever will be again, and-â Patrick puts his hands up over his face and sucks in a sob, âand David is going to get tired of waiting for me.â
âPatrick,â David breathes out, his whole body shaking. Â âIs that â is that what you have been worried about? Â You think Iâm going to leave you because you canât walk?â
Patrick folds in on himself, and David nearly does the same. Â The words are stark, but the unknowns of Patrickâs recovery are whatâs been haunting him since Patrick woke up in the hospital, and itâs no surprise that itâs at the core of Patrickâs fears, too.
âIâm not going to leave you, Patrick,â David says, putting his hands on Patrickâs shoulders and leaning in close. Â âIt doesnât matter if you never get out of that chair, I swear to you, it doesnât. Â You are the love of my life, and thatâs not going to change. Â Iâd carry you around on my back for the rest of my life for the privilege of spending it with you, Patrick Brewer.â
Patrick grabs on to David and buries his face in his neck, sniffling and crying. Â âI know itâs stupid, I know it, I just canât stop thinking about it.â
âItâs not stupid. Â Iâm not going anywhere. Â Youâre stuck with me.â Â Apparently, this is what Patrick needed to hear, and now that David knows, he canât say it enough. Â David rubs his back and kisses his head, repeating âitâs okay, baby, itâs okay. Â It doesnât matter. Â Iâm not going anywhere, no matter what happens or doesnât happen.â
âIâm so scared,â Patrick says, face still pressed against Davidâs skin. Â âI hate this. Â I hate it so much.â
âMe too,â David says. Â âMe too.â
******
Theyâre in the car again on the way back from a PT session and a check in with Patrickâs doctor â whoever said most serious conversations happen in the car was definitely on to something â when Patrick asks whether David has ever been sick.
âSick?â
The car is making a funny noise when David brakes, and heâs trying to figure out if itâs the kind of normal noise you only think is unusual because most of the time itâs drowned out by the radio, or the kind of noise that means âstop the car immediately.â
âYeah, or, like, were you ever in the hospital.â
Davidâs about to pull over, weird noise or not, because this is kind of an odd question and he really doesnât know where itâs coming from. Â
âWhy do you ask?â
âJust curious.â
David glances at Patrick, and he seems perfectly fine. Â He even gives David a âwhat?â kind of look, so David shrugs and goes with it.
âI was dehydrated from a fever when I was a baby and had to be in the hospital overnight, I sprained my ankle when I was on a fifth grade trip to Montreal and they made me go to the doctor, I had chicken pox⊠and, umâŠâ David pauses, wondering whether Patrick expects him to list every single time.  âIs this what you had in mind?â
âSure,â Patrick says, noncommittally. Â âNothing when you were older?â
David really doesnât want to talk about when he got his stomach pumped in L.A., eighteen years old and stupidly partying with people twice his age, or when Alexis rushed him to the emergency room in Barcelona, convinced he was dying after someone slipped something into his drink.
âWhatâs this really about?â
âYou just seem, um, really nervous in the hospital.â Â When David glances over, Patrick is looking at him intently, his brown eyes full of concern.
âI think Iâm a perfectly reasonable amount of nervous in the hospital,â David says, ignoring the flutter in his stomach.
âBut youâre not even the one whoâs hurt.â
David does pull over then, because his chest clenches and while heâs very sure it isnât a heart attack, theyâve had enough excitement in their lives lately.  âPatrick,â he says, tugging on his sleeve until Patrick turns to face him, âit doesnât matter how many times Iâve been hurt.  This is the first time, for me, that  <i>youâve</i> been hurt.  I donât think a million emergency room visits to pump out my stomach could have prepared me for how it felt to see you unconscious in that bed.â
Patrickâs eyes go wide. Â âOkay, weâll get to that very sweet sentiment in a minute, but â how many times did you have your stomach pumped?â
Fuck, he really didnât mean to let that slip. Â âJust twice, unless you count â but thatâs not the point.â
Patrickâs looking at him intently, and David ducks his head, feeling exposed. Â
âIâm sorry,â Patrick says. Â âI didnât mean to put you on the spot.â
âWhat did you mean, exactly?â Â David asks.
âI figured if maybe I knew what was making you so nervous, I could do something to help.â Â
Patrickâs voice is soft and gentle, and David realizes how long itâs been since Patrick has been the one trying to console him â not that David was even upset for the reason Patrick suspected, but⊠it feels nice.  He thinks for a moment about how to respond.  He doesnât want to just brush this off.
âThere is something,â David says. Â
âWhat?â
âIâd like to come into your doctorâs appointments with you,â David says, and goes on quickly, trying to explain. Â âSo I know whatâs happening. Â And that way you wouldnât have to repeat everything to me, which I know is awkward, and if they give you any instructions, I could help you keep track of what you need to do.â Â <i>And I wouldnât have to worry that whatever is going on is actually worse than youâre willing to admit,</i> David thinks.
Patrick smiles wryly and tilts his head back in the seat. Â âI thought I was doing you a favor by telling you to wait in the hall, but you were anxious because you wanted to be in the room.â
âPretty much. Â I mean, itâs okay if you donât want that, I know itâs private and you donât have much thatâs private these days. Â But you asked, so.â
Patrick bites his lip, then leans over and kisses David quickly. Â âLet me think about it, okay? Â But Iâll tell you what Dr. Lee said today, if you want to know.â
âOkay, yeah, thatâd be good,â David says. Â Then he sighs dramatically and puts the car in gear, looking back and forth at the deserted road before he pulls back on. Â âBut leave out anything about his infatuation with Alexis. Â Some things should truly remain private.â
Patrick laughs softly, and they drive on in relative silence for a few minutes. Â Then Patrick starts fidgeting, and David braces himself for whateverâs coming next.
âItâs not that I think youâre shallow or anything,â Patrick starts.
âOkay, thatâs not a weird way to start a conversation,â David replies, wondering if he needs to pull over again. Â At this rate theyâll never get home.
âNo, Iâm sorry, I just meanâŠâ Patrick rubs his hands on his thighs.  âWhat I said the other day⊠part of me knows you wouldnât leave me if I donât get better, that would be a horrible thing to think of you.  I donât really think that, most of the time.  But itâs not really about you.â
David glances over to Patrick, who is worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. Â âOkay.â Â
âThe thought that I might never get out of this chair, that I wouldnât be able to do so many things â mow the lawn, hike a trail, pull something down off of a high shelf⊠go for a run when Iâm stressed.  My brain gets stuck on that.  Iâm so dependent.  And I canât walk next to you, canât reach out and pull you up against me, itâs all so much harder with the chair in the way.  It makes me feel less-â
âYouâre not-â David interrupts, and Patrick glares at him. Â âSorry, sorry. Â Iâm listening. Â Go on.â
âWhether or not I am less, I feel that way.  Less capable.  Less useful.  Less confident.  And so I really am different.  And when you figure that out, I donât know if youâll like me as much.  And you can tell me over and over that it wonât happen, but itâs still⊠itâs still in my head.â
David reaches over and takes Patrickâs hand. Â He wants to say something to fix this, but Patrick just told him that words donât help. Â He gives Patrickâs hand a squeeze and looks over at him, wondering if Patrick can read in his eyes all the love that heâs feeling. Â Patrick holds his glance for a moment, and squeezes back.
*****
It takes a little bit longer for David to put his plan for the store into action than he had hoped, but after way too many emails with Jake, and a lucky find at an estate sale, heâs ready to talk to Patrick about it.
Patrick is laying on the couch against David, playing with the gold rings on his fingers. Â Theyâve been light-heartedly debating what to do with their Saturday afternoon, David having firmly rejected all sports-watching activities, and Patrick declaring that heâs all rom-comâd out for the time being. Â Patrick is relaxed, and cuddly, and David is a little afraid to ruin it all by raising what he knows is a sore subject, but heâs not likely to get a better opportunity.
âPatrick?â
âYeah?â
âAny chance I could convince you to come into the store with me tomorrow morning?â
David can feel Patrick tense against him. Â
âWhy? Â Did Stevie mix up the lip balms again?â
âNo. Â I, um, made some provisional adjustments to the layout, to make our space more accessible.â
Patrick has let go of Davidâs hands. Â âProvisional upon what?â
âUpon your approval.â
âDavid.â Â Thereâs a note of warning in Patrickâs voice, and David can tell heâs about to get yelled at.
âGive me a minute to explain before you get angry, okay? Â Youâre going to be using the chair for a while more, even best-case scenario. Â And my dad and Stevie canât run the store much longer. Â Youâre bored out of your mind being home all day, and - I really think this could work.â
Patrick shoves himself up and off of David, awkwardly propelling himself to the other end of the couch. Â âI am pretty bored,â he says, a little bitterly. Â âBut itâs a waste of money to make changes to the store for me.â
âItâs absolutely not. Â And anyway, the store is doing very well this month, as you know. Â I think people are coming in to gossip with my dad and then they get guilted into buying things?â Â Actually David thinks theyâre coming in out of morbid curiosity, to see if Johnny has screwed around with Davidâs vision, but thatâs almost what he said. Â âWeâve got the cash. Â And I found a nice piece to use as the counter-top. Â Itâll be a two-level table which can work for either sitting or standing. Â Jake put together a mock-up, he wonât charge us until we give him the go-ahead.â
âI donât think itâs a good idea.â
âPatrick,â David scoots closer to him, nudging at his leg with one hand. Â âIs it really the cost thatâs bothering you?â
The tips of Patrickâs ears color with embarrassment. Â âYou know it isnât just that.â
Patrick doesnât like people seeing him in the wheelchair. Â They both know it, and David isnât going to force him to say it.
âYou could just come help after hours,â David says calmly.
âBut thatâs pretty stupid, isnât it?â Â Patrick says, looking down at his legs. Â âI shouldnât be embarrassed. Â I need to get over it.â
David leans closer, wrapping his arms around Patrickâs shoulders and tucking his head in next to his. Â âYou donât <i>need</i> to get over it. Â But if you started going out more, it might get less awful. Â And then you might feel less trapped.â
Patrick turns towards him. Â âTrapped?â
âIf I suddenly had to rely on someone else anytime I wanted to leave the house, even if it was you, Iâd feel trapped.â
âI still canât drive.â
âThere are adjustments we could make to the car, we talked about-â
âAbsolutely not,â Patrick says, his voice rising.  He takes a deep breath and when he speaks again, heâs working on staying calm.  âWe talked about that, itâs expensive and drastic and â and I really donât mind you driving me around.  I donât feel trapped, exactly.  But I guess I am a little⊠lonely.â  Patrickâs gaze flits to Davidâs and then away.
âYou donât have to look so guilty when you say that,â David says, pushing down the twinge he feels at Patrickâs words. Â âWhen you decided to spend the rest of your life with me, you didnât mean <i>only</i> with me.â Â David takes Patrickâs hand and squeezes it.
âStill feels kind of mean to say it.â
âLook, I get out of the house all the time â I visit vendors, I stop by the store and critique my dad and Stevie, I chat with Twyla and half the town while Iâm waiting for our take-out at the cafĂ©.  If I was stuck in here all day long with you every day for weeks on end Iâd be going a little stir-crazy too.â
Thereâs a beat, and then Patrick says, âNice thing to say to your injured husband.â Â David welcomes his teasing tone with an internal cheer.
âYou can be kind of a lot,â David says, straight faced.
Patrick barks out a laugh, and David swoops in and smacks kisses against Patrickâs smile. Â
*****
Theyâre in bed one night, watching some random Marvel movie on Patrickâs laptop, when David feels the mood change.
Patrick is lying with his head on Davidâs chest, one arm draped over his waist. Â And heâs moving closer, shifting against him, so tentatively David almost doesnât notice.
David glances down at him, and Patrick looks up, his eyes flitting to Davidâs mouth. Â
âGetting tired of the movie?â Â David asks.
Patrick feigns nonchalance, and David feels a thrill of excitement shoot through him. Â Theyâve played this game before.
âIf you are,â Patrick says. Â âI mean, Iâve seen it before.â
âMmm, and I never need to see it.â Â David closes the laptop and puts it on the bedside table. Â When he looks back at Patrick, his big brown eyes are wide. Â âPatrick?â
âYeah?â Â Patrick says.
âYou wanna fool around?â
Patrickâs face goes on a journey that David wishes he could preserve forever, from nerves to determination to aroused excitement. Â âOh god, I really do.â Â He surges forward and kisses David, one hand cupping his cheek, his whole body pressing close.
David lets out a moan that would be embarrassing if he so very much <i>did not care</i> right now, reveling in the feel of his husbandâs body warm and longing against his own. Â They kiss with abandon for a few minutes, all tongue and no finesse, Patrickâs hand in Davidâs hair and David holding on to Patrickâs shoulder.
âCan I take this off?â Â Patrick breathes out, tugging at Davidâs t-shirt, and soon both their shirts are off. Â They move back together, skin touching and sending sparks though Davidâs body. Â David is sensitized all over, shivering as Patrick scratches at the hair on his chest and thumbs at his nipples. Â David skims his teeth along Patrickâs jaw and sucks at a spot behind his ear, making Patrick whine and thrust his pajama-clad hips against Davidâs.
Itâs so good, David can hardly breathe. Â He runs his hand down Patrickâs back to his ass, giving it a squeeze and encouraging Patrick to continue his thrusts.
Patrickâs panting into his ear, his hand clutching at Davidâs side, but then his breath catches and he stops. Â Just stops.
David freezes, breathing hard, and rests his forehead against Patrickâs while he wills himself to remember how to think. Â He knew this could happen, heâs played this scenario over in his head a dozen times. Â David even thinks he knows what to do. Â He just needs to listen to Patrick and make sure he knows heâs safe.
âHey,â David says softly, sliding his wayward hands back up above Patrickâs waist. Â âItâs okay.â Â He shifts, easing their hips just the tiniest bit apart, and rubs Patrickâs back. Â âWhatever it is, you can tell me. Â Itâs okay.â Â
For a long moment the only noise in the room is their labored breathing.  Then Patrick presses his face into the space between Davidâs neck and shoulder.  âIâm sorry, IâŠâ
âItâs okay. Â Donât apologize. Â We can pause for a while, or we can stop-â
âNo, I â I really donât want to stop.â
David pulls back so he can see Patrickâs face. Â âOkay. Â Weâll just pause, then, for a bit.â
Patrick stares at David, and then flops over onto his back, his hand over his face. Â âI havenât been this nervous about sex since our first time.â
David hums, raising up on an elbow. Â âI couldnât tell you were nervous then.â
Patrick moves his hand and looks at David. Â âYouâre kidding, right?â
David laughs.  âMaybe a little.  But you were so sexyâŠâ He bites his lip and shimmies closer to Patrick, drawing circles on his shoulder with a fingertip.  âYou took my breath away.â
âI was petrified. Â I had literally never touched another guyâs dick before.â
âI know. Â But believe me, that is not what I was thinking about at the time.â
âOh? Â What were you thinking about?â Â Patrick asks.
David pauses long enough that Patrick has to prompt him.
âI didnât mean for that to be a hard question.â
David snorts.  âNo, sorry, it isnât, it shouldnât be.  I was just remembering⊠ I mean on one hand, I spent a lot of time before that night thinking about what I needed to do to not fuck things up with you, to try to tone it down, not make you change your mind about me.  But in the momentâŠâ David forces himself to look at Patrick, who is gazing back with earnest concern, âin the moment, all I could think of was how beautiful you are.â
Patrick blushes, and then he leans in and kisses David, warm and perfect. Â âI love you, David Rose.â
âI love you too.â
Patrick kisses him again, and again, and David leans over him, one hand holding himself up and the other holding Patrickâs face, his thumb stroking his cheekbone. Â He keeps his hips angled away, aware in the back of his mind that Patrick still really hasnât given them the green light to continue.
Patrick takes the initiative after a few minutes, however, sliding a hand down to Davidâs hip, and giving it a squeeze. Â âI, um, I want to keep going,â he says, but he doesnât move any further.
âIs there something in particular youâre nervous about?â Â David asks. Â âMaybe I can help.â
Patrick gives a jittery laugh. Â âI want to touch you, I want to touch you so bad, but Iâm afraid my gripâs gonna be too loose, or I could have a muscle spasm and itâll be too tight.â
âHonestly, my dick is pretty excited about either of those options right now.â
Patrick snorts against Davidâs shoulder, and David leans down to whisper in his ear. Â âI want your hands on me, Patrick, any way you want. Â I want you to touch me. Â Whatever feels good to you, I promise itâs going to feel good to me. Â Youâre not going to do anything wrong. Â And if you change your mind, weâll stop. Â Anytime. Â Okay?â
âYeah,â Patrick says, âokay, yeah.â Â Patrick pulls Davidâs head down with a hand to the back of his head, and they kiss, this time letting it heat up fast with all the intensity of their pent-up arousal. Â Patrick tugs at Davidâs sleep pants and David hurries out of them, still kissing Patrick.
âWant yours off too?â Â David asks, and when Patrick nods, he carefully eases Patrickâs pants off and tosses them on the floor. Â David canât help admiring Patrick, naked and flushed, his cock hard and leaking. Â Heâs seen Patrick naked plenty of times, but he still takes his breath away.
âLook at you,â David says, catching Patrickâs gaze. Â âYouâre gorgeous.â
âCome here.â Â Patrick reels David in, and David goes easily, until their bodies are pressed together from chest to groin, feet moving restlessly as they kiss.
This time Patrick lets himself go, gripping Davidâs ass and pressing a thigh between his legs, humming his appreciation when Davidâs hands weave between them and find his cock. Â
âWhat do you want, baby?â Â David asks, kissing along Patrickâs jaw and down his chest. Â âWhat do you want?â
Patrick captures his mouth with his own, pressing his chest to Davidâs and shifting his hips until their bare cocks are pressed together. Â âLike this?â Â His voice is tight and David can tell that heâs already getting close, wound up from so many weeks without.
âGood, yeah, okay,â David scrabbles with one hand in the bedside table drawer, miraculously finding the lube without having to untangle himself from Patrick, who is thrusting against him deliciously. Â âHere, let me-â He squirts lube in the general direction of their cocks, messy and wet, and feels Patrickâs hand wrapping around them both. Â
David works with him, his hand over Patrickâs, both of them urgently twisting and stroking. Â Theyâre panting into each otherâs mouths, and it isnât long before David is losing control completely. Â âOh god, Patrick, oh, please, yeah, oh, oh-â
Suddenly Patrick jerks and shudders, and he comes with a low moan. Â David follows him over the edge, his body exploding in a burst of light.
âLove you so much, David,â Patrick breathes out, stroking Davidâs flank as he comes down. Â âThank you, fuck, god, thank you.â
âIâd say no thanks are necessary, but I was pretty amazing,â David says lightly, pulling Patrick against him and kissing his cheek. Â They can pretend itâs normal, that itâs just another night of mutually satisfying sex in a long wonderful string of nights together, but they know itâs more than that. Â Itâs Patrick learning to trust himself again, and it makes Davidâs heart soar.
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Lie Detector - Colby Brock x Reader (self-love issues)
âMike! Youâre next!â Sam yelled, Colby slapping him on the ass when he went to stand up.
âThis is fucking terrifyingâ Mike laughed, his hands already sweating. You had recorded a few videos earlier but now you were just messing around. The lie detector operator slowly got him hooked up to the machine and your whole group started throwing questions at him.
âWhich guy in the room would you date if you HAD to date one of themâ you asked, Mike being one of your best friends, you loved messing with him. He looked around and considered his options.
âI canât pick Kevin. Heâs hung like a horse. I donât think I could handle thatâ Mike quipped, everyone in the room busting out in laughter. âHonestly? Iâd have to say Colby. It would be like having a pet cat. All you need to do is put on some good music, feed him, and give him cuddles.â
âWhy is that so accurate?â Sam laughed.
âIâm offended you think Kevin has a bigger dick than me!â Colby dramatically argued.
âI donât know! Iâve never seen your dick!â Mike laughed looking to you. âIs Colby hung like a horse or a cat?â He asked, expecting you to have an answer.
âHow the fuck am I supposed to know?â You threw your arms up in defense.
âWait, really?â Jake asked. âI thought you two were...well never mind thenâ he laughed. âI thought Colby had finally gotten the balls to...â
âHey! Donât insult my dick AND my balls!â Colby blushed and fake shoved Jake, not letting him finish his sentence.
Mike laughed âCan I be done with my turn?â
âPick someone to go nextâ Sam told him.
âY/n! Get your ass in the hot seat!â Mike called, your heart immediately starting to race.
âDo I have to?â You pleaded. âIâll do anything not to be hooked up to that thing.â
âDonât be a pussy!â Kevin called out.
âWe all have to do itâ Kat added.
âFuuuuck.â You sat in the chair, trying to calm yourself.
âOkay, y/n. Who is the funniest person in the room?â Kevin asked.
âMike. 100%.â You answered.
âTrueâ everyone heard your answer confirmed by the lie detector operator.
âAwww, I feel all fuzzy insideâ Mike said, making you laugh.
âWho is the most attractiveâ Sam asked.
âEveryone is attractive for different reasonsâ you argued.
âFuck that, you have to pickâ he argued.
âColbyâ you answered, looking over at his cheeks turn pink.
âTrueâ
Jake jumped right into the next question. âWould you sleep with anyone in this room?â He asked.
âNo.â You answered, seeing a few confused faces.
âTrueâ
âWHAT?â Kat stared at you. She knew you were in love with Colby, so she didnât know how you managed to slide by on that one. âHmmm...would you date anyone in this room?â She asked, trying to catch you in what she thought was a lie.
âNo.â You answered confidently, seeing her mouth drop open.
âTrueâ
âDamn. Either sheâs a really good liar or she thinks weâre all gremlinsâ Kevin laughed.
âAm I done yet?â You asked, just wanting to get the fuck out of this apartment.
âOne moreâ Mike said. âWould you rather LOOK happy and be wealthy and popular or BE happy and be poor and unknown.â
âIâd rather actually be happyâ You answered.
âTrueâ the operator said, moving to take the equipment off of you.
âPick someone to go nextâ Sam reminded you.
âColbyâ you answered, reaching for your bag and sliding on your shoes.
Colby stood up to head to the hot seat. âWhere are you going?â He asked.
âI have to get going. I didnât realize how late it had gottenâ you answered, walking out the door and ignoring calls of your name.
Colby went to stand up, but he was already hooked up to the lie detector. âIs she alright?â He asked Kat.
âI think so.â She answered. âIâll check on her in a little bit. I donât want to bug her while sheâs driving.â
âIâm mad I donât get to ask you this in front of her, nowâ Jake smirked at Colby. âAre you in love?â
âNo.â He answered.
âFalseâ the lie detector operator said.
âColbyyyâ Jake said in a knowing voice.
âYesâ Colby sighed.
âTrueâ
âIs the person here?â Sam continued.
âNot anymoreâ Colby looked towards the door with a sad look on his face.
âTrueâ
âWhy havenât you asked y/n out?â Mike asked. âI honestly thought you guys were together.â
âYou heard her. She doesnât like me.â Colby answered, undoing the lie detector equipment himself. âIâll see you guys later.â
âColby!â Kat ran after him. âI donât know how she passed the lie detector, but I know she loves you. Sheâs told me. Iâm just as confused as you are.â
âNo one else got away with any lies, Kat.â Colby said, walking to his apartment and closing the door.
A full week had passed and nobody had heard from you. You had ignored messages, you had avoided social media, and you were definitely skipping Pizza Night tonight. The one thing you had done is listen to a voicemail that Colby had left you. And you regretted that.
âHey, Y/n.â Colby sighed, already a few drinks in at Samâs. âI know I havenât seen you at all this week, but I still hoped Iâd see you at Samâs tonight. I know sometimes you just want to be alone and Iâve always respected that. Iâm the same way, but come on...a week? Is the thought of me caring about you so fucking horrible? I donât care if you donât want to date me, but Jesus y/n...does our friendship not mean anything to you? You just left. Kat keeps trying to convince me you tricked that stupid machine but I know better than her. You arenât a liar. Thatâs why you canât answer my fucking phone calls.â
And with that, Colby hung up. He downed a few more shots and threw himself into the festivities that accompany Pizza Night.
âColby, come on.â Mike was helping Sam by dragging Colby to his own apartment.
âI can walk on my ownâ he frowned at Mike.
âI know, buddy. I just wanted to walk with you.â Mike smiled over at him, knowing not to argue with a drunk friend.
âThatâs so nice of you.â Colby smiled at Mike.
âYou really went hard tonightâ Mike teased him, setting Colby down on the edge of his own bed.
âY/n hates me. Didnât want to think about it anymore.â Colby answered, watching Mike take his shoes and socks off for him.
âY/n doesnât hate you.â Mike gave Colby a sad look.
âThatâs what it feels like.â Colby answered. âIt feels like the first time I convinced myself someone could maybe like me for me they ran away and deleted my number.â
âColby, a lot of people like you for you.â Mike argued, helping him out of his jeans.
âNope.â Colby insisted. âThey like money, followers, parties, sex, popularity, attention...they like who I know...they like drama.â His ramble fizzled out.
âIâm offended.â Mike tried to lighten the mood, looking for a pair of sweatpants for Colby to wear. âI like you for your body and nowhere in there did you say anything about that.â
Colby genuinely chuckled at what Mike had said. âI donât mean you. Youâre my brother, brother. Youâre one of the trusted few.â
âGlad to hear it.â Mike said, getting Colby into the sweatpants.
âYou know the thought of asking her out terrified me.â Colby said.
âWhy is that?â Mike asked, pulling Colbyâs button up shirt off of his shoulders.
âBecause she doesnât need me, dude.â He said, letting Mike pull a t-shirt over his head and falling back on the bed. He snuggled into his bed and continued. âShe doesnât want more followers or fame or attention. She hates drama. She doesnât let people buy her things or pay for her meals. I have nothing to offer her.â
Mike sat down on the bed next to Colby. âIsnât that what weâre all looking for, though? We want to find someone who chooses us because they want to. Not because they need something.â
âExactly.â Colby said, sadly. âAnd she didnât choose me.â
Mike looked over at Colby and saw his eyes were closed. He pulled a blanket over his friend and left.
You heard banging on your door and flew out of bed to peek out your window. âY/N! Let me the fuck in!â You heard Mike yell, followed closely by a âSorry Mrs. Norris. Iâll be sure to watch my language from now on, I promise.â
You laughed a little, seeing the tiny elderly woman scolding Mike.
You opened the door and Mike walked straight in. âCome in, I guess?â You said, closing your door.
Mike sat on your counter, waiting for you to follow him. âWhat do I need to do to get you to talk to me? Do we need to get drunk? High? Go for a drive?â Mike asked, a blank expression on his face.
âWhat do you mean?â You asked.
âI want to pick your brain apart, because the Y/n I know wouldnât have let tonight go down like it did.â Mike hopped off your counter looking mad.
You backed away a step. âWhat happened? Is everyone okay?â
Mike humorlessly laughed. âYou donât get to know that, y/n. Wanna know why? Because you werenât fucking there.â
âMike, I canât.â You said, feeling your eyes well with tears. You tried to keep them from spilling over. âEvery time Iâm around you guys, I start to let myself think I belong there. Every time Colby asks me about my day or follows me around or pulls me to sit by him...Iâm not going to let myself fantasize about something Iâm never going to have.â
âY/n.â Mike said softly, pulling you into his arms. âWhy do you think you canât have it?â
âBecause I canât.â You stepped out of Mikeâs arms and walked back towards your room.
âI know you care about Colby.â Mike said, following you. âWhy didnât the lie detector catch that? It makes zero sense.â
âI said I wouldnât date anyone in the room.â You crawled into your bed. âIf I refuse to date anyone ever, that applies to the people in the room, yes?â
âFuuuuuckâ Mike sighed. He sat on your bed next to where you were laying down. âWhy are you so afraid to let him in?â
âIâm fine by myself. Itâs safer alone.â You tried to halt your tears, taking a deep breath.
âY/n, if you always take the safe road youâre going to miss out on so much.â He said, shaking his head. He knew you struggled with letting people in, but he didnât think it fucked you up as much as it did.
âIf I live my little life in my little apartment with my little goalsâŠI donât have to starve myself or compete with anyone else.â Word started flying out of your mouth with little permission from you. âI donât have to be the prettiest or the skinniest or the one with the best skin. I donât have to worry about having the person I love wish I looked more like that girl he met at a party or be afraid to show off their average girlfriend. I refuse to be someoneâs regret, Mike. Iâm not going to waste anyoneâs time. Iâm better off by myself and heâs better off just skipping me instead of stressing out about letting me down easy when the next girl comes along.â
The both of you were silent. You were cried out and Mike was heartbroken for you. âColby got hammered tonight.â Mike sighed. âHe told me he was terrified to tell you how he felt because he knows you donât need himâŠso if that was your goal, your message was heard loud and clear.â
âHe called meâ you whispered.
âAnd?â Mike prodded.
âHeâs really mad at me.â Your voice caught in your throat.
âHeâs not mad, Y/n. Heâs heartbroken.â Mike so wanted to fix this for the two of you. âYou know he doesnât let anyone in either? He doesnât think anyone is going to love him for him. Those are his words.â
âEveryone loves him, Mike.â You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âThatâs what I said, but he made a good point.â Mike tried to explain. âHe comes with a lot of things that people want more than him. Fame and money and bullshit. The good news is that he thinks that youâre different. The bad news is that he thinks you donât care.â
âI care too much.â You said quietly into your pillow.
âWell at least have the balls to tell him that to his face because he tried letting you in and you left. And thatâs not fair. Youâre so worried about keeping yourself safe that youâre hurting everyone that cares about you. You broke both of your hearts in the process of trying not to break your own.â Mike stood to leave.
âWhere is he?â you asked, sitting up.
âAlone.â Mike shook his head. âI left his apartment unlocked so that Sam and Kat can check on him.â
You pulled your phone out and listened to his voicemail for the 100th time. âCan you drive me over there?â you asked, looking for your shoes.
âWhy do you think Iâm here?â Mike laughed, chucking one of your flip flops at you.
When you got to Colbyâs apartment, Mike went and laid down on the couch. He had planned on coming back and crashing there regardless of whether or not you came. You ditched your shoes and walked into Colbyâs room. He was curled into a ball, laying on his side. The stuffed animal you always teased him for having tucked against his chest. âColbyâ you said, sitting down on the side of his bed. âColby, wake up.â When he didnât budge, you shook his shoulder and pulled the stuffed Koala out of his grip.
âMike, I just want to sleep.â He said, rolling over to the other side of the bed, facing the wall.
âIâm sorryâ you said, moving to lay behind him. You slipped your arm around his waist and hugged him to your chest. âWe can talk in the morning.â
âY/n?â he asked, holding your arms tight against him but not rolling over to face you.
âIâm sorry, Colby.â You softly said, trying not to break down in tears again.
Colby started mumbling something that sounded like âThis is a dream. Itâs just a dream.â
âDo you want me to go?â you asked, moving to pull your arm back.
Colby held your arm tight to his chest. âThis isnât a dream?â
âNoâ you answered, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.
Colby turned over to face you, seeing your face wet with tears. âWhy are you crying?â he asked, leaning in to clumsily press kisses to both of your cheeks.
âThat shouldnât be your first question when Iâm the one that fucked this up so badly.â You said, closing your eyes. âIâm so sorry.â You tried to calm your sobs.
âY/n, I love you. Iâm not going to stop loving you just because you fucked something up once.â He said, slipping his arms around you. âCome here.â
You moved to lay against Colbyâs side. âI love you too, you know.â
âI donât know if I can let myself believe that.â He said, his breath stuttering like he was afraid to speak. âIâm terrified that the second I believe it youâre gonna leave again.â
You sat up a bit so you could look him in the eyes, your hand moving to caress his cheek. âColby, Iâm just as scared as you are. Iâm so so sorry I let you think I didnât love you.â You leaned down to connect your lips, feeling his move against yours. âI promise I wonât leave again.â
Colby rolled the two of you over, his face hovered above yours. âY/n, donât promise me something you donât mean.â
You could feel his breath against your face, his soft blue eyes set on yours waiting for your answer. You gently set your hands on either side of his face, speaking softly. âColby, I am so scared. And Iâm probably going to freak out a few times because I stopped letting people in a long time agoâŠbut I promise you, I wonât leave.â
Colby let his weight gently rest against you as he captured your lips in another kiss. âThank you for coming back.â He said, adjusting his body down the bed so he could cuddle his face into your soft chest. âItâs okay if you freak out, y/n. As long as you let me, Iâll be there to help you every single time.â
âThatâs a big job youâre applying for.â You softly laughed, running your fingers through his hair.
âSo?â He replied. âItâs the most important one Iâve got.â
âHow did I get so lucky?â you said, dumbfounded by his words.
âItâs not luck.â He mumbled, slowly falling closer to slumber. âYouâre worth itâŠI love you.â
âI love you too, Colby.â You felt him snuggle just a bit closer. âSo much.â
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Worth the Wait-Colby Brock
I saw this was requested on @scottybrock âs asks & thought i would have a go at it myself. bear with me bc this is my first piece of writing in a long time, i hope you enjoy!! :)
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summary: the reader is tired of waiting for colby to ask her out and decides to be the one to ask him out, taking colby by surprise.Â
warnings: fluff, slight angst??Â
  You met Colby at pizza night. You had been friends with Katrina for a while, and having known you and Colby would hit it off right away, she asked her friends hoping they'd welcome you to their regular hang out with open arms. Thankfully, they did. Colby was unaware of the reason she decided to introduce you to the group but frankly, he didn't care. The moment he saw you walk in with her he knew he wanted to get to know you.   Throughout the course of your first pizza night Colby often caught himself glancing over at you, his heart swelling every time you giggled at something Jake said, or the way you were slightly shy when introducing yourself to everyone. He felt a true desire to discover every little detail of you, inside and out.   You were no different. Having known who he was, you already had a slight crush on him. His piercing blue eyes and adorable smile gave you little butterflies and as soon as he spoke to you for the first time you felt the sensation grow. He was funny, charming and kind, making him that much more attractive to you.   Since then, you two have been flirting back and forth nonstop, so much so that most of the group was under the impression you were already dating. Little touches here and there, winks, flirty remarks, were all part of your flourishing relationship with Colby, and everytime you saw him you were sure he would finally make his move and ask you out. You left gatherings or small hangouts with Colby slightly discouraged each time, asking yourself if you were good enough, if he was just playing with you, or if he even liked you that much.   "I just don't get it!" you groan, slamming your head into a pillow on Sam's couch. You were there spending some time with him and Kat, before everyone came over for the weekly pizza night. Kat comes closer to you, running her hands through your hair to soothe you.   "I'm pretty sure he likes you back babe, I've never seen Colby act so flirty with someone he didn't actually like." she reassures you. You raise your head from the pillow, looking at her with an unimpressed look on your face.   "Then why hasn't he asked me out? Boys are so confusing!" you sigh, laying back down on the pillow and looking at her. Sam walks into the living room from the bathroom.   "Why are we confusing?" he asks, plopping down next to Kat on the couch.   "Y/n is a little frustrated by your best friend." Kat giggles, leaning into Sam.   "Oh god, what'd he do now?" Sam chuckles, knowing his friend's antics too well.   "Somebody is a little impatient, he hasn't asked her out yet." Kat explains, slightly laughing again, enjoying your dramatics a little too much. Sam gasps.   "Wait he hasn't asked you yet?! Every time he sees you he tells me he's gonna do it! Wow, I never thought he would be such a chicken." Sam reveals, surprised.   "Well I'm getting pretty tired of waiting for him to grow a pair." you roll your eyes, hoping Sam will take the hint and give his friend a pep talk.   "Dude, it's 2020, ask him our yourself. Girl power!!" Kat raises her fist in the air, beating Sam to the punch and giving you the pep talk. You sit up, gaining a boost of confidence from your best friend's support.   "You know what, you're right Kat!!" you say, getting up and marching to the door, on a clear mission. "It's time to get my man!" you declare, leaving Sam's apartment and making your way down the hall to Colby's place. You pound on the door a little forcefully. Hearing some shuffling from the other side of the door and all of a sudden you're faced by a wide eyed Colby. His expression softens a little at the sight of you and he smiles.   "Hey what's up? I was just about to head over to Sam's for pizza night, you okay?" You freeze a bit at the mere sight of him, the familiar butterfly sensation coming back to you. You shake it off and gain your confidence back.   "Yea I'm good, I need to talk to you." You walk in, standing in Colby's kitchen. Colby slowly closes the door, a worried expression crosses his face.   "Okay...go ahead." You shake your hands out and take a deep breath, crossing your arms across your chest loosely.   "Will you go out with me? Like romatically?" You slightly cursed at yourself for adding the clarification. Colby stopped dead in his tracks, wide eyed and seemingly taken aback by your question. Your hands fall to your sides and you start to quietly panic. You hurry to the door.   "God I'm sorry nevermind, that was stupid, I was stupid to think you'd say yes." You start babbling. Colby quickly moves in front of you, blocking your way out. He puts his hand on your lower arm and looks into your eyes.   "No! Don't go, I just-I've never been asked out by a girl before, of course I'll go out with you, I really really like you y/n." He confesses. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in, and smile at him.   "Really? So the flirting, it was because you liked me back?"   "Of course, I've been crazy about you since we met." He grins, pulling you in for a hug. You pull away, smiling at him.   "And now I finally get to do this." He leans in, kissing you passionately, you kiss him back happily, having had many thoughts of feeling his soft lips against yours. When you finally pull away you sigh happily, proud of yourself for finally making it happen. You giggle and say,   "Well that was well worth the wait." Â
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Title: Pack Your Bags Cause Weâre Getting Married
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Characters: Bucky, Reader, Steve, Natasha, Sam, and Tony
Summary: Bucky finally gets up the courage to confess his love for the Reader...but she's already engaged?
Bucky felt positively giddy as he left his apartment this morning. After a long bro to bro talk with Steve that lasted until the wee hours of the morning, it was decided.
Today was the day he asked Y/N to be his girlfriend.
From the moment they met, Bucky knew she was the one. It was like he was compelled to tell her everything; he couldn't help but open up to her. Her smile lit up his world and her laugh made his heart soar. For the past six months he'd been trying to get the courage to ask her to be his. Every single time he'd try his mouth would go dry, his hands would sweat, and he ended up asking her, "How about that local sports team?"
He'd done this so many times that Y/N had taken to answering him, "I hear they eat their young."
Rubbing the back of his neck and blushing furiously at his cowardice, she would laugh and so would he because dammit that laughter was infectious!
He took a deep breath as he approached her door. It took him by surprise to find the door open. Stealthily he positioned himself in the doorway. Y/N was sprawled out on her bed curled on her side facing the door. She took no notice of Bucky's presence because her eyes were focused on her phone. Her face was tinged pink and she was grinning like an idiot. Bucky sighed and leaned in the doorway watching her. It was a dreamlike moment until he heard a Scottish voice on the other end of the phone proclaim, "Pack your bags, cause we're getting married!"
Y/N squealed and rolled on to her back, her eyes never leaving her phone. Bucky felt his heart shatter into a billion pieces.
"If he doesn't think you're the right size because your thighs touch or your curves aren't in the 'right places' fuck that! You're a champion! You're amazing the way you are, and remember size doesn't matter if 90% of your dick is your personality," he continued.
Bucky couldn't stand to hear anymore. He stumbled down the hallway towards the elevator. When he reached the common living room he threw himself on the couch and turned on the TV, Sam, Steve, and Nat stopped talking.
"Buck," Steve said carefully, "how -"
"CAN'T A GUY WATCH," he paused and took a good look at the TV, "JAKE AND THE NEVERLAND PIRATES IN PEACE?!"
"Shit," he thought to himself, "of course it's still on the channel we had on last night while we babysat Clint's kids."
He stared at the TV as he thought back to the night before. For some reason, outside of Nat, Clint's kids loved having Y/N and Bucky babysit them. He let Lila braid his hair while Y/N played pirates Cooper. The ended the night all piled on the couch watching Disney Junior. His heart ached remembering the sight of baby Nathaniel cradled in Y/N's arms. He dared himself to imagine briefly that this was their family, and now all those hopes were obliterated.
Sam leaned over and whispered to his fellow Avengers, "Is Snow Miser seriously watching Disney Junior?"
"Maybe he really doesn't like Captain Hook, that sneaky snook," Natasha joked.
"Something must've went wrong when he tried to," Steve started to muse before he realized he was talking out loud.
His face went beat red and he prayed the other two didn't hear him. Well, his prayers weren't heard but his words sure were.
"Oh my God, did he try and ask Y/N out again," Nat said hopefully.
"Please, I'm pretty sure his balls froze off from all the years in cryo - he's been trying for months and he just can't do it," Sam mocked.
"Come on guys, cut him some slack," Steve pleaded.
"Steve. He's a grown ass man watching Jake and the Neverland Pirates intensely - like he's going to miss a plot point," Sam pointed out.
"Good afternoon everyone," Y/N greeted cheerfully.
"Good woah," Sam stuttered.
Typically Y/N wore oversized fandom t-shirts with zip-up hoodies, ripped up jeans, and a pair of beat up converse. Everyone knew she had confidence issues when it came to her body. It didn't matter that everyone called her 'cute' and 'adorable,' she wanted to be sexy and she didn't think she could be with the body she had.
Today, her confidence was through the roof. She wore a maroon off the shoulder lace top that hugged her curves, a black skater skirt, and open toed heals. Her make up, while usually natural, was done a touch more dramatic. Her E/C eyes were practically glittering with happiness.
Bucky refused to look from the TV, even despite Sam's reaction. He could feel bitterness tighten in his chest.
"Well, well, well," Nat said impressed, "what's the occasion Y/N?"
"Didn't she tell you," Bucky said bitterly unable to control the words that spewed from his mouth, "she's engaged."
Steve spit out the coffee he was drinking, drenching Sam in the process.
"Nice," Sam said curtly as he stood up to go clean himself off.
"I didn't think you were even seeing anyone," Natasha said as she looked cautiously between Bucky and Y/N.
Before Y/N could answer Bucky, still staring at the TV, started ranting, "Oh well it's because it's some Scottish guy she's seeing on her phone with that head seeing thing."
He was silent for just a few moments, but Y/N just couldn't get her words out she was so taken aback.
"Also I'll have you know," he shouted causing everyone to freeze, "that I've always thought your curves are sexy and beautiful. I've never thought they weren't in the right places. Your body, your face, your personality - it's all perfect to me."
Y/N couldn't will herself to breathe let alone move a muscle. Even Sam was stock still with paper towels bunched in his hands, he still hadn't made a move to clean the coffee off of himself.
"And another thing," Bucky shouted louder, his voice cracking, "I'll have you know that my dick is huge - and none of it has to do with my personality - and that it was that size even BEFORE the super soldier serum!"
"What fresh hell," Tony said confused as he walked into the awkward scene, "why is Terminator talking about his gun size?"
"James," Y/N said with a cautious yet amused tone, "were you at my door this morning?"
"I may have been walking by," Bucky admitted grumpily.
"So you heard Daniel -," Y/N started.
"What kind of fucking punk ass name is Daniel," he snapped, voice dripping with jealousy.
"Who the hell is Daniel," Tony said confused.
"Y/N's Scottish fiancé," Bucky spat bitterly.
"Daniel Euan Henderson," Y/N said in a strained voice.
"Y/N Henderson, huh," he said curtly, "well I hope you two are very happy together. I'm sure we'll miss you on the team."
"Y/N's leaving the team," Tony questioned in horror.
"- is a YouTuber," Y/N attempted once again to continue.
"Wow...what an exciting job," Bucky taunted, "someone who films themselves talking about shit is so much better than one of earth's mightiest heroes."
"Y/N is marrying a YouTuber," Tony asked as his confusion kept climbing.
"- who films himself talking to girls," Y/N tried yet again.
"Hmm he sounds real faithful there, good pick," Bucky said stubbornly while his eyes were still glued to Jake.
"- to help encourage them about their body image," Y/N explained as she finally was able to move herself forward.
"Well clearly it's working for you, sweet cheeks," Tony noted winking as he took in Y/N's appearance.
"I've been watching him for months now," Y/N continued ignoring Tony's comment.
"Oh wow," Bucky said hurt, "you've been seeing him for months?"
"Watching," Y/N corrected, "to try and boost my confidence -"
"Well he proposed so I guess it worked," Bucky said sadly.
"So Y/N is getting married," Tony asked.
"OH MY GOD I AM NOT ENGAGED! I AM NOT SEEING ANYONE! I'VE BEEN WATCHING HIS VIDEOS TO GAIN CONFIDENCE SO I CAN DO THIS," Y/N screamed exasperated.
She stalked over to the TV, turned it off, and faced James Buchanan Barnes. The moment he finally looked at her, he couldn't breathe. All jealousy and animosity flew from his mind and all he could think was how exceptionally beautiful Y/N was.
Steeling her nerves Y/N walked over to the couch. In one swift movement, before she lost her nerve, Y/N straddled Bucky's lap, placed her hands on his face, and kissed him for all he was worth.
Bucky's hands flew, one to hold the back of her neck and one to hold her waist, as he kissed Y/N back with abandon.
Y/N pulled back panting, and leaned her forehead against his. "So," she breathed, "how about that local sports team?"
Bucky's smile threatened to take over his whole face it was so big. "I hear they eat their young," he responded before kissing her again.
Natasha, Steve, and a still coffee soaked Sam all sighed dreamily as they watched the scene play out.
"What sports team eats their young and why do they have young in the first place," Tony cried out in horror, breaking the silence.
Bucky and Y/N broke their kiss because they couldn't stop laughing. They fell sideways onto the couch, still holding onto one another.
"To be clear," Y/N said seriously, "you're mine now, and I'm yours."
Bucky's eyes darkened at her words. "Also to be clear, I meant everything I said earlier," he said huskily as he glanced downward.
Y/N blushed furiously and buried her head in his neck to whisper, "I can't wait to find out myself."
In a split second, Bucky was on his feet and he threw Y/N over his shoulder. She squealed in delight as he carried her out of the room.
"You may want to invest in some noise cancelling headphones, Stevie," Bucky called back to his best friend and fellow floor mate.
Steve groaned, but couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. "Well at least my ship has sailed," he sighed.
Sam gasped, "Look at you grandpa, using that young people lingo like a boss!"
"What the actual fuck just happened," Tony shouted as his eyes went wide and his hands shot out as if he was trying to keep his balance.
Nat walked over to him and patted his head sympathetically and promised, "I'll tell you when you're older."
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