#like why is my life so centered around HER wedding and HER boyfriend and her schedule and what she wants to do or

[slafkovskys]

Listen I think the “Calling my boyfriend my husband” trend would be hilarious with either Keller or Nils (enjoy feral Will Ferrell)

“okay,” you sigh as you prop your phone against the cereal box on the kitchen counter. even after your following had grown, you still refused to invest in any “professional” equipment, “it’s almost eight o’clock now and nils has to be at the airport by nine- i think?”

you cut yourself off with a yawn as the suitcases by your front door catch your eye, “but we’re going to do something a little different today. if you haven’t seen this trend going around, basically people are calling their boyfriends their husbands to get their reactions, but i’m going to be calling my husband my boyfriend to see what he does. also- oh! and here’s the star of the show now.”

nils walks down the hallway with his suit slung over his shoulder, his shirt untucked, and barefoot, “have you seen my loafers, sötnos?”

“are you sure that you didn’t put them in my pile to pack?” you question, sending him a smile when he rounds the counter and places a quick kiss on your lips.

“i don’t think- maybe,” his shoulders fall as he grabs the smoothie you had made for him. he gestures to your phone, “what are you filming?”

“just a morning in my life, combined with what it’s like when dropping my boyfriend off at the airport,” you don’t miss the way that his face twitches at the word, but he doesn’t bring it up, or rather you don’t give him the chance to because you’re ushering him back towards the bedroom, “go get your belt and your shoes, we don’t want to get stuck in traffic.”

your next opportunity arises in the elevator when you hold your phone in the air to capture your outfits, “this is what it’s like when your boyfriend plays sports for a living. he’s in a suit at eight am and i’m still in my pajamas to take him to the airport.”

he waits until you stop recording to speak, “‘m not your boyfriend.”

“what?” you act confused as the elevator doors pull open.

“you called me your boyfriend. we’ve been married for almost a month now,” you can’t quite pinpoint what was going on in his head, but you quickly shake it off.

“i didn’t realize. ‘m sorry.”

luck was on your side and of course, you hit the back end of morning traffic. you turn and look at nils— whose expression was still as cloudy as it was in the elevator— and ask, “do you mind if i record and answer a couple of questions people have about when you’re gone? you might have some insight too.”

“sure.”

you had moved maybe twenty feet in the last five minutes, so propping your phone on your center console to capture the both of you was no problem, “so since we’re stuck in traffic because my amazing boyfriend here just could not function without a specific pair of loafers and we had to tear through his luggage to find them,” you squeeze nils’ cheeks and you watch through the camera as he cuts his eyes at you, “we thought that we’d answer a couple of questions that people ask mostly about road trips and how we maintain our relationship with him being gone so often.

“personally, it was hard at first and i’m not saying that it gets easier having a boyfriend who’s away so often, but it’s definitely about having a good support system. we’ve been together for three years now and i’ve got, you know, other wags on the team, my friends and family, and my boyfriend will call at least a couple of times a day when he’s gone, so that’s helpful,” you sigh and look at nils, “what do you think, ni?”

“um, yeah. first, i’m not her boyfriend, i’m her husband. ring and all,” he lifts his hand to showcase his wedding band to your phone, “i don’t know why she keeps saying that like we didn’t just go to get her last name legally changed yesterday, but-”

and that breaks you. you cover your mouth to try and stifle your laughter. nils looks confused as you grab onto his arm with your free hand and try to catch your breath, “oh, you took it better than i thought you would.”

“took what?”

“that’s how i know you don’t watch the tiktoks i send you,” you sigh, “there’s a trend going around where people call their boyfriends their husbands to get their reactions and i decided to switch it to see what you would do. you didn’t disappoint.”

the car in front of you finally moves up a little and nils still looks confused, “so you didn’t forget that we got married?”

“no, ni. i very much remember.”

[jaeeyaaasworld]

Sister's Best Friend - LN4

Featuring: Lando Norris x older!Y/n

Warnings: mention of sex, shitty best friend, cheating husband, Lando has an older sister

Requested: Yes/No

Lando was 14 when his older sister brought home her best friend, Y/n. he was 14 and Y/n was 20. she was one of the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, he still thought that up to this day, after ten years that they knew each other and he had been crushing on her.

it's been 10 years since they met the first time. at that time she didn't even spare him a glance, as she should, since she was 20 and he was 14. but as time passed Lando kept thinking about her, he was getting older and he was only waiting for her to give him a chance.

his heart broke in a million pieces when Y/n got a boyfriend, he couldn't believe that the love of his life was interested in another man, how could she do that to him. the only thing that he wasn't thinking about is the fact that she didn't even know he had a crush on her, and the fact that he was still 18 and she was 24.

Lando's already shuttered heart cracked a bit more when Y/n announced to their family that she was getting married with her boyfriend, Theo0, and they were all invited. it was in 2019, he was 20, she was 26, and he was determined to get ready and be absolutely stunning at their wedding.

at the wedding

Lando was standing in a corner, his drink in hand, as he watched Y/n dance with Theo in the middle of the dance floor, everyone present at the wedding making a circle around them, but for some reason he could watch them have their happy moment so clearly, it was like the universe was making fun of him.

"why so sad, kiddo?"

Noah, Y/n's younger brother asked him, hooking an arm around his shoulder.

"come on, I'm just 3 years younger than you"

Lando bit back, taking a long sip from his drink as he rolled his eyes.

"hey, 3 years are a lot"

Noah said, making Lando nervous. if 3 years were a lot, 6 were too many.

"anyway, why do you look so sad, huh?"

he asked again. in that exact moment Lando decided that he was gonna let everything out.

"listen, I like your sister, since I was 14, since the first time that I saw her. I believe she's the love of my life, but here I am, at her wedding with another man"

Lando finally said, making the other man take a little step back, unhooking his arm from the driver's shoulder and staring at him with wide eyes.

"damn, man. are you fine?"

the older genuelly asked, as Lando let out a big sigh, going back to staring at the happy couple in the center of the dance floor.

"I'm not fucking fine. but she looks so happy"

the driver replied sincerely, staring at the love of his life smiling up to another man. he was okay with seeing her happy for now, he was only gonna wait for her to realize that he was waiting for her.

to the present

it was after one of his practices, he came back to his apartment, impatient to get ready and go to his sister house. she was throwing a little party there, they would have dinner all together and Y/n was gonna be there, without her husband.

he got the keys in the door lock, twisting them around and entering his apartment casually. his eyes met Y/n's puffy eyes, as she was sitting on his couch in his living room, almost making him let out a scream. he forgot that he gave her the spare key to his apartment in case of anything happening.

Y/n was there, seated in his apartment. her make-up was leaving long black strikes on her cheeks as she cried, a cute dress hugging her curves in a way that got him weak in his knees and a pair of high heels on her feet.

Lando slowly made his way towards the woman, crouching down in front of her to make her look at him in the eyes.

"what's going on, sweetheart?"

he asked, used to using that nickname with her, as she always used it with him, since the first time they met. Lando earned that nickname since he was always in his best behavior when Y/n was around.

when the driver didn't get any reply, he placed his hand on the side of Y/n's cheek, softly trying to clean the make-up smeared all over her cheek, having no success.

"could you tell me what's happening, please?"

he pleaded gently, slowly making the woman look up towards him.

"Theo"

she whispered. Lando knitted his eyebrows, his jaw clenching without him even noticing.

"what did he do?"

the seriousness in his voice couldn't be masked or go unnoticed, but he still tried to not make her see it.

"he's cheating"

her voice cracked, her hand came up to her face, as she covered her mouth so that she wouldn't make any sound. Lando's fingers wrapped around Y/n's wrist, pulling her hand away from her face and wrapping his arms around her figure.

"oh, sweetheart"

he whispered, rage was pumping through his veins; this asshole was dating the woman of his dreams, a figure that turned heads, a face like a doll and the best personality ever, and he dares to cheat on her? what the fuck?

Lando forced himself to just be sweet and console Y/n that was crying on his shoulder, trying his best to not feel happy about them probably divorcing.

his hand reached for her cheek again, pulling away reluctantly as he wiped the tears away from her cheek.

"he doesn't deserve you, okay? you deserve someone to worship you and love you like it's the end of the world, Y/n"

Lando whispered, both his hands on her cheeks now, his thumbs caressing her skin softly. he wasn't getting any reply, so he just kept going.

"listen, we will get you cleaned, this beautiful face can't get ruined like this. then we will get into my car, drive around a bit since we have so much time left before Selene's dinner and then you will have a calm dinner and be fine, alright?"

he explained his little plan to Y/n, getting a little nod in return as she was finally about to stop crying, a few sobs still showing up a few times.

"can I pick you up?"

Lando softly asked, as Y/n nodded her head hesitantly. the driver placed one arm behind her back and one behind her knees, picking her up in bridal style, making Y/n wrap her arms around his neck.

he made his way towards his bedroom, walking into his bathroom and softly placing Y/n onto the bathroom sink. she sat there with her hands placed onto the sink beside her thighs, her shoulders raising from the pressure.

"I'll get make-up remover and some pads"

Y/n nodded at his statement, not even questioning why he got make-up remover and pads in his apartment when he lives alone. Y/n was kind of assuming that he had a lot of girls over, when in reality Lando was only waiting for this to happen, for her to realize that he was waiting for her and showing up to his house unannounced.

he placed everything on the sink next to her, taking one of the pads and getting some make-up remover onto it.

"can I do it?"

Lando asked, concerned that he would mess things up between them, but he got a nod in return. he gently placed the pad over her cheek and started wiping the pad around, careful not to ruin her actual make-up who surprisingly was still intact. Y/n closed her eyes, enjoying every touch of his fingers on her face as she finally felt cared for after a year.

the driver wiped the make-up from her other cheek too, finally seeing her face clean after all that undeserved crying. the woman opened her eyes, eventually realizing the proximinity of their faces, but she still didn't back off.

their faces kept getting closer with time passing, making Y/n gulp and realize something: she was about to kiss her best friend's younger brother, she couldn't go on, the guilt would have eaten her up from the inside. so she backed off abruptly.

"I'm sorry, but we can't... you're sister is my best friend"

she whispered, her eyes looking anywhere but him.

"no, no- I know, I'm so sorry"

Lando replied, his hands fidgeting with his clothes as he looked down to the floor, not daring to look her in the eyes.

"do you... still wanna drive around a bit?"

he hesitantly asked, his eyes slowly searching for hers, still not knowing if she would be cool about what just happened.

"uhm, yeah- I mean, we had a plan, right?"

she replied, it was almost a whisper. with that sentence only she got him smiling like an idiot from ear to ear.

"yeah"

he practically beamed.

at the dinner

the dinner was over, everyone was slowly going home but Y/n and Lando. Y/n was gonna stay at Selene's house for a little sleep over, since Y/n's husband wasn't there at the moment and Selene's husband was out in a business trip.

Y/n was leaning on the balcony railings with her elbows, enjoying the nice view, when Lando got in the balcony and leaned on the railing next to her.

"hey"

he whispered softly, the look on Y/n's face was giving it all away, he could see in her eyes that she had something to talk about with someone and he promised himself that if Y/n needed someone to hear her out he would be there. so he just asked.

"do you have something you have to talk about?"

Lando asked gently, tiptoeing around the subject and the situation to get her to talk about what was going on.

"you know- I'm just... frustrated"

she replied, without even looking him in the eyes and passing an hand through her silky hair, bringing them back.

"for five months, he didn't want anything to do with me, and now I understand why?"

Y/n finally left out, leaving Lando a little bit confused about the situation.

"anything to do with you? but he was always around when you were here or at mine"

he said, trying to understand whatever she was explaining to him, only to get a small sigh in return from the older woman.

"intimacy, Lando"

she explained fully, as he finally understood what she was trying to say and nodded his head. he placed his hands on the railing as he distanced himself from it.

"ooh- just so you know, Y/n, there's someone out there that is willing to die to fuck you"

Lando finished, leaving a long kiss on Y/'s cheek and turning around to walk out the door and drive back to his place, hoping in his heart that Y/n would ditch his sister to go to him.

after a while, at Selene's house

Selene and Y/n were doing their night routine, putting on creams and everything that their skin needed to keep being healthy, as Y/n was explaining what was happening with her husband to her best friend.

"oh- baby, I knew he was sketchy from the moment that I saw his car parked in front of that nasty motel"

Y/n stopped all her movements, her jaw dropping open at what she heard her best friend say.

"so you knew?"

she asked shocked.

"I mean- yeah, I knew he was cheating but I don't know with who"

Selene kept going, only making Y/n more shocked than she had ever been.

"this was when?"

Y/n asked again, trying to understand the time zone of all of this.

"like... a year ago, maybe?"

the woman said, unsure about the answer.

"you knew for a year and you never thought of telling me?"

Y/n was dumbfounded, she couldn't even grasp the fact that her best friend didn't tell her anything about something so important.

"you know, every wife says that they would prefer to know, but in reality they really don't"

Selene explained, as Y/n's hands flew to her hips to make herself look serious.

"Selene, you're my best friend"

she finally shouted.

"yeah and you're... one of mine"

Selene finished, making Y/n pick up all of her things and run out of the apartment and to a taxi.

at Lando's house

the doorbell rang, as Lando was playing a game in his gaming room. he got up from his chair, a little confused by who it could be that is ringing is doorbell in the middle of the night.

his hand reached for the doorknob, but before he could open the door he stopped; it couldn't be Y/n, right? it has been at least two hours since he came back from Selene's house, she would've come earlier.

with a shrug he opened the door, finding Y/n in front of his house, still in that cute dress that she was wearing at the dinner.

"hey, what are you doing here?"

Lando asked, leaning on the doorframe and trying his hardest to sound as casual as ever.

"aren't you supposed to be at Selene's?"

he kept asking, wanting to understand what was going on with Y/n.

"yeah, I don't want to talk about it, but..."

Y/n started, her sweet voice lowering softly as she searched the right words.

"do you still wanna fuck?"

she finally asked, leaving Lando wide-eyed as he stood straight from the doorframe.

"hell yeah"

he replied honestly, making Y/n come into the apartment and leave all her things on the ground, right in front of the closed front door.

"good"

she finished. her hands reached for his face, pulling him down to her level to place her lips on his eagarly, as his hands placed themselves on her waist firmly. her fingers were passing through his messy hair.

he reluctantly pulled away from her, as his hand reached for his glasses, that were resting on his nose, and tossed them onto the couch to not be in the way. his lips went immediately back to hers, as her hands started working on the buttons of his dress shirt, slowly undoing them all and pulling the shirt off of his body.

Lando's placed his hands under her thighs, patting softly for her to jump into his arms as he carried her to his bedroom. he gently let her fall back onto the mattress, his body pressing firmly onto hers.

he put his weight on his hands and lifed himself off of the girl, taking in every inch of her body under his.

"I waited all my life to worship this body of yours, you will let me do it properly, yeah?"

[shownusgfayoooo]

so my darling pt.1

Pairing: Seonghwa x f!reader

Genre/tropes: fluff JUST FLUFF, teasing

T/W: cussing a teensy bit, innuendo

Words: ~2k

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You nervously brushed your palms down the front of your gown one more time before walking into the dorms where your boyfriend lived. You hadn’t had many occasions in your life to wear anything like it, and you had never shown off quite so much of your skin or the lines of your body before either. You did feel beautiful as soon as you had tried on the powder blue silk thing, of course, but that had been in the privacy of a dressing room and then that of your own apartment when you had been getting ready. Now that people were about to see you in something so different from what you usually wore, the nerves were pumping your heart that much faster.

Seonghwa had told you that the door was left unlocked for you to just walk in, but seeing the chaos that was happening across the living space suddenly made sense as to why that was. The living space that was the center of everyone’s rooms was in complete disarray. There were discarded clothes absolutely everywhere- a tie over the back of the couch, buttons strewn across the counter where someone had clearly been unsuccessful at sewing one onto a wrinkled shirt, coats and their hangers over the backs of chairs, and even socks of a dubious patten over the tv. Before your eyes could even adjust to all the mess (Seonghwa was going to have a fit), your ears were assaulted by the sounds of the guys yelling.

“Ya, Kim Hongjoon, did you take my silver rings?” Wooyoung’s screeching always took a minute to adjust to.

“DID YOU JUST TALK DOWN TO HYUNG?” San piped back.

“Oh, shit. He did just talk down to hyung.” Honestly, Yeosang was so soft spoken, you barely heard him add shit to the pot.

“Oh my fucking god, Wooyoung, talk down to me one more time, I swear I’ll leave you here.”

“You can’t do that! Manager hyung likes me the best- I can’t miss his wedding!”

“If you’re not ready in five minutes, hyung, you will have to.” Jongho’s voice was the only relaxed one you could pick out of the bunch.

“Has anyone seen my cufflinks?” You smiled, Yunho and his cufflinks- he had been talking about how excited he was to finally use them for ages.

“Mingi, for the last time, you are not wearing those cheap plastic princess earrings to a formal event.” The voice you had been wanting to hear from all day spoke.

“Aw, but I want to look pretty.”

You had been following the voices to one of the bedrooms where everyone was crowded, finishing up getting ready.

“And you do,” came the huffed response of your boyfriend.

“Same,” you answered at the same time.

Seonghwa looked up from where he was standing in front of the mirror, struggling with his tie to make eye contact with you through the mirror. His eyes widened before he whirled around, the flimsy knot he had managed falling apart immediately.

A small smile played at your lips but before you could greet anybody, let alone your boyfriend, the rest of the guys swarmed you.

“NOONA! SO PRETTY!” San was the first to hug you.

“Yeah, way prettier than Mingi, for sure.” Yeosang smirked at you.

“I can’t deny that.” Mingi’s pout was going to kill you, for sure.

“Ah, hi Y/N. You look so gorgeous!” Hongjoong greeted you while being quick to sweep to your side and push San and Wooyoung off from crushing your dress.

“I don’t think we can let you go to the wedding, Noona,” Yunho teased. “The bride will hate you.”

“Yea, for outshining her,” Mingi added.

You blushed and could only manage to say, “Stop it, you guys,” before Wooyoung interrupted everyone.

“Noona, tell Hongjoong hyung to give me back my rings.”

“Ignore him, Y/N. Only you and I clearly understand fashion, and I will not be sacrificing my look for his. Finders keepers!”

“Ignore all of them actually, noona,” Jongho added.

You laughed along with them. “Aw, stop fighting! You guys all look so cute! I love your little bowties!”

“It is fun to be matching, isn’t it?” San added with such vehemence, but when you looked at him, he was staring at Seonghwa intensely.

You looked at Seonghwa who was hanging back from the group, a faintly stunned expression on his face. When he noticed your gaze on him, he shook his head slightly, before turning to reply to San and shaking his tie at him.

“It’s not my fault you can all manage to tie a damn bowtie on yourselves but can’t do me!”

San pouted back at him, while everyone else muttered “Eh,” “Ah, well,” and “It’s the angle, hyung!”

“I can do you.” You said it quietly, but everyone turned to look at you.

At the blush starting to stain Seonghwa’s cheeks, you realized what you had said came out wrong.

“I MEAN, I can do it ON YOU! I mean, the bowtie, of course.”

You did not like the shit-eating grin on Hongjoong’s, Jongho’s, or Wooyoung’s face one bit. Yoesong looking pleasantly flustered only made you more flustered.

You continued babbling, “You said do me, so I said I could, but I MEANT THE TIE OBVIOUSLY.”

“Sure, sure, noona. We know what you meant,” Yunho said.

Everyone started shuffling out of the room. San patted you on the shoulder as he brushed by you, “Have at it, noona. Do him.”

"Yea, do him REAL GOOD." You were going to strangle Wooyoung one day.

You turned to smack him as he danced out of your reach, shutting the door behind him.

You turned back to Seonghwa, face burning. You both waited a beat before you could hear loud laughter from outside and cat calls.

Seonghwa grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him and into the room. “Ignore them,” he rolled his eyes.

You smiled back at him, when you suddenly realized that you were finally alone with your boyfriend in his room. Wearing this dress. Your nerves came fluttering back and settled in the pit of your stomach. You bit your lip and made to smooth your palms down the front of your dress again, before Seonghwa caught them in both of his and smiled at you softly and knowingly.

“You are so beautiful.” His voice was just a whisper across your cheek before his lips followed and pressed there. Your blush came back in full force, and you looked deeply into his beautiful brown eyes, seeing the absolute honesty and adoration there, quieting all your insecurities.

“Thank you. You look incredibly handsome if I do say so myself,” you cheesed back, poking his side.

“Thank you, baby. I’d believe you if it wasn’t for this damn tie. I’ve watched like 10 YouTube videos, trying to get it right.”

You slipped the silk from his grasp. “Leave it to me.” You had tied one too many a tie for your father, so it was like second nature to you.

Except, suddenly it wasn’t. You stepped even closer to Seonghwa in order to do his bowtie. The tension between your bodies felt electric and made it hard for you to focus. He was also too tall, as you had left your heels out at the entrance of the apartment. You struggled and reached up on your toes to get the silk around his neck, but it was impossible to do anything further without your legs cramping and your arms getting tired. Thus, you tugged the tie down as you went back to the balls of your feet, trying to get him to wordlessly accommodate himself to your level. He let out a surprised breath of air at the delicate manhandling, and at the shift in posture, his hands came up to hold your waist. Your eyes met his for a moment, and the intensity in his gaze had you warming up everywhere. You quickly dropped your gaze down to the tie you were supposed to be tying. Your fingers deftly turned the silk this way and that, but they suddenly slipped when Seonghwa’s thumbs began to rub at your skin gently through the thin material. You could feel his smirk more than you could see it, and he was definitely enjoying all the deep colors your face was probably turning right now.

Without looking back up at his eyes, you said under your breath, “You better behave.” Your finger slipped over the knot again.

His head bent to place a kiss behind your ear. Your breath hitched and you lost hold of the tie altogether. “Or what?”

“I.. will-” His lips were teasing a slow path across your jaw. Your hands were on his lapel. Where did that damn tie go?

“You will..?” He whispered in between kisses.

“I swear, Seonghwa, I’ll..”

His lips finished his path and hovered above yours. “You’ll still do me?”

You exhaled harshly and pushed at his chest. He leaned back, eyes alight with mischief. Your heart stuttered at the sight of his smile though; it was so sweet, that even though he was teasing you, you wanted to keep letting him- just to keep that smile on his face.

You huffed in mock annoyance. When had your hands rested on his shoulders and his arms wrapped around you, puling you flush against him?

You decided to fight fire with fire. “Only if you’re a good boy.” You raised one brow at him, pleased to see his smirk freeze in shock and his eyes widen.

The shock only lasted a second before he was hurriedly lowering his lips to yours. Banging on the door interrupted you both before they could meet.

“NOOOOOONA!” Wooyoung sang falsetto through the door, before his screech ended in a surprised “oof.” Jongho’s laugh could be heard retreating from the door after having successfully landed a punch on the former.

“I don’t wanna walk in on you doing him, Y/N, but we’re leaving now. I sincerely hope you guys are finished.”

You groaned. This joke was never going to die. Then your eyes widened at what he said. The tie still wasn’t done. You quickly pulled out of Seonghwa’s grasp, ignoring him making his boba eyes at you doing so, and leaned down to find the tie where it had fallen from your hands.

“Don’t just stand there, Hwa! And do not make that face at me. Help me find it!”

He sighed and crouched down, quickly finding it, before grasping you by the arm and pulling you both up.

“Here, do it fast.” He pushed the silk into your hands.

You glared at him suspiciously, wondering if there was a double entendre in his words or the guys were just driving you crazy, and he laughed, caught. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I won’t distract you anymore! See.” And with that, he closed his eyes and stood perfectly still.

You smiled at his antics and made quick work of the bowtie. When you finished, you stepped back, but he remained still and hunched down.

You smirked before reaching forward and placing the quickest peck on his lips. Two could play at the teasing game. His eyes flew open but before he could really catch you and give you a proper kiss, the door slammed open.

“AHH, MY EYES!”

“Mingi, we weren’t even doing anything!” The irritation in Seonghwa’s voice was clear.

“I see you did him, noona. Good job.” San peeked over Mingi’s shoulder, appraising the tie.

“Oh, she did him good?”

“Looks like it.”

“Damn, I didn’t even do me as good.”

“Same, I wish she did me, too.”

You smacked everyone upside the head as you walked out of the room, Seonghwa following right behind, glaring daggers with his eyes.

With you putting your heels back on (you did not miss the way Seonghwa’s eyes followed the movement of your hands doing the silk blue straps up your ankle), everyone was finally ready for the wedding.

[a-strange-inkling]

If anyone would like a little jealous Eddie to go along with their plate of jealous Chrissy, here’s a little more of the jealousy one shot:

He knows with every fiber of his being that loving Christina Elizabeth Munson née Cunningham is the single greatest most difficult thing he will ever do in this life.

But she loved someone else first.

What were his past conquests? Why were they a cause of concern. She loved Carver. She was with him for three years.

Three years.

They haven’t even been freaking married for three years.

She was going to marry him.

Not like just move in with him at college or something no, fucking marry him. White dress, spring wedding at Olde North Chapel the next year. He had a ring for her. Chrissy had seen it herself, snuck a peek after her friends told her about it, where it was hidden in his dresser.

Eddie wondered if she pulled it out of the box. Tried it on. He could never bring himself to ask.

He takes her hand and finds his ring, the one he made her in his shitty garage. The one she’s wearing now. The one she accepted. The one she vowed to wear forever. He spins it around her finger, unable to forget that sweet, personal conversation he shouldn’t have heard her junior year when he was a second year senior.

It was a typical day… He’d been smoking with Jeff and Donnie after school in the back of his van when Jason Carver rode into Hawkins High on a motorcycle of all things. The deep revving of the engine was so rich and condescending that everyone had to look. Even he and the boys were unable to stop themselves from peering over as Carver did a full turn around the parking lot, doing a few wheelies before pulling up to the curb around the gym where the cheerleaders were just coming out after practice.

They all gasped and squealed in delight at the show.

All except Chrissy who stood stock still in the center of her squad, gaping in amazement and disbelief. They were all shaking her arm and pointing. Like, oh my God, look Chrissy! Look at your boyfriend! He’s on a motorcycle! Isn’t he just like the dreamiest ever?

Jason pulled off his helmet, gracing the world with his golden head of tousled hair, gleaming in the afternoon sunlight like Robert Redford. His eyes twinkled at Chrissy, grinning at her while she just stood there, too flabbergasted to move. The engine revved down so he could properly beckon her over.

“Surprise.”

“Oh my God!” she cried, shaking herself out of her stunned state as she bounded up to him, ponytail swishing back forth across her shoulders. Jason swung his leg over the seat, standing with the bravado of a man who knew for a fact he was getting laid that night, wrapping an arm around her. “Oh my God! Oh my God!”

“Oh my God… please don’t tell me that’s a Sturgis. It sounds like a Sturgis.” Donnie whined beside Eddie, covering his eyes, unable to look over and confirm it for himself. He was even more of a motorhead than Eddie.

“Sure is,” Eddie answered numbly. “1980 FXB with an eighty cubic inch square engine. Pristine condition.”

“Original paint job?”

“Looks like it.”

Donnie sobbed quietly, digging his fingers into his eye sockets. “Stupid lucky little fuck.”

There was no getting around it, it was a fucking gorgeous bike. Seemed like he and Carver had the same taste in motorcycles too.

Chrissy stared at the sheek black vehicle, completely mystified. “Jace, how on earth…”

“My dad let me have it for the afternoon to stretch its legs, just have to get it back in the garage by six or he’ll skin me alive… Nice huh?”

She nodded, her big blue eyes wide and round, something like a daze coming over her.

“How about it? You want that ride?” Jason asked again with a chuckle, holding up the second helmet that was hanging on the upper rider seat behind him.

“Really!?” she asked. “I can? It’s okay?”

“Of course it’s okay, c’mon.”

A happy little squeak escaped her as she jumped up and down in his arms, tugging on his shoulders so that he would hurry up and drive away with her into the sunset. Eddie had never seen her more enthusiastic outside of a cheer routine. She was always so poised and put together. Right now she could barely hold still long enough for Jason to get the helmet on her head and wrap her up in his letterman so she wouldn’t get cold.

It reminded him of the little girl he met backstage of the middle school auditorium all those years ago.

“Settle down, Chris.” Carver chuckled. “Gotta make sure this is on tight.”

Everyone watched them as Chrissy mounted the seat behind Jason, her arms slipping around him to hold his narrow waist. They looked… perfect together. Even more so than usual.

“Some guys really do get everything.” Donnie muttered with a shake of his head, having finally looked up.

Eddie smirked miserably at that, taking another deep drag. No fucking kidding.

Chrissy’s squeal of nervous, wild laughter could be heard even when Jason shifted gears and tore away from the school, kicking up loose gravel.

Eddie, because his favorite thing in life was to commit self sabotage, smoked way too much afterward and ended up falling asleep in the back of his van. The boys had been nice enough to clean up the scene, lock up the van… and tuck him in on the small cot. Someone even left him a bag of chips and some water. Probably Jeff.

He just laid there groggy as hell, kinda wanting to die, but kinda not. Sorta in this weird headspace that if he did die… that wouldn’t be too bad.

Images of Carver and Chrissy kept swirling in his mind… and he wasn’t sure why it was bothering him… okay, that was a lie… but he wasn’t sure why it was bothering him this much.

He was nothing if not a cynic. He knew how the world worked. Girls like Chrissy ended up with guys like Jason. And that was that. While guys like him drank or smoked themselves to oblivion because all they were good at was making their already shitty lives even more shitty.

His pathetic self pity party was interrupted by the sound of voices outside. He sobered up, quickly scrambling to the front seat, with the grace of a newborn antelope, half worried it would be Hopper swinging by to make sure he wasn’t loitering after school again… but no… God could never be so merciful.

It was the royal couple, back from their tour. Jason was just coming out of the gym with a duffle bag while Chrissy sat waiting for him on the motorcycle.

“You look really good on that.” Jason told her.

She smiled bashfully as she scooched up along the seat, holding the handle bars, eyes on the road ahead, pretending she was going to peel right out of town. “I think I want one now.”

“Oh yeah?”

She glanced up at him coyly, almost like she was waiting for a reprimand. Her smile grew wider when he only came to settle heavily behind her, his strong arms snaking around her waist.“Yeah… will you teach me to drive it?” Oh so bold. Oh so flirty.

“Sure.” Jason leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back, gripping his hands over hers as he spoke into her ear. “You know I love teaching you things.”

Chrissy flushed, a nervous little giggle escaping her. Jason laughed and kissed her cheek. “You really like it huh?”

She bobbed her head. “I love it… We should… we should get one.”

Jason laughed loudly again. “Yeah sure, maybe someday.”

“I’m serious!” she exclaimed, her eyes shining at this idea. “We can both save up the money and after graduation… we can just go.” She shot her hand off toward the setting sun like a rocket.

“Go?” He was smiling at her placatingly, like someone listening to the aspirations of a little kid. “And just where would we be going?”

“I don’t know,” she breathed, leaning back against him, pulling his arms back around her. “Everywhere, anywhere, Chicago, New York, Seattle, Sedona, wherever we wanted… we can, can’t we?” Eddie remembered hating the way his heart swelled at her plea, at the way she came to life for a moment and looked westward toward the future. A future. One that could be her own.

They wanted the same thing.

Jason pondered her question for a moment with a teasing frown. “Well I mean, there is that whole pesky college thing.”

“We’ll still go to IU,” she assured him quickly, as if it were a mortal sin to suggest otherwise. “There’s the summer and holidays… and college won’t last forever.”

“Yeah, but everyone else is here, our whole lives are here.” Jason reminded her. “Won’t you miss your parents and Mattie?”

She hesitated, only for a second. “We’ll come back and visit… there’s just so much out there, Jason… don’t you want to see it?”

“Well, sure but…” Jason shrugged one shoulder, looking a little taken aback by the question. Why leave your own kingdom where everyone hangs off every word you say? Where everyone loves you? He eventually smiled.“What are we going to do? Live like hippies on the side of the road?”

“No,” she shoved him playfully, but the idea seemed to thrill her nonetheless.“We’ll find a place, our own place, just you and me, then we can go wherever we want, do whatever we want…”

“Well, when you put it like that,” he said a little more quietly, his eyes fixed solely on her, while she stared off into the horizon. Solar fire blazing in the deep oceans of her eyes. Crazy, wild dreams in her head. “Doesn’t sound too bad.”

After a little while, she shifted in her seat to look back up at him. “Can we go, Jason? Please say we can go. Say we can go somewhere someday.” She became a little frantic, like her life depended on this agreement. “It doesn’t have to be on a motorcycle, just say we’ll go.”

His hand rose to her ribcage, just shy of her breast to cradle her against him, kissing her forehead. “Alright, alright, it’s a deal.”

Her enthusiasm faltered, but only for a moment. “You promise?”

He grew serious, looking her right in the eye as he stroked her cheek.“You know I’d do anything for you.”

That seemed to satisfy her enough. A slow, bright smile lit up her whole face at the pact. She sunk her fingers into his golden waves and drew him down to her, kissing him deeply. “I love you.”

“Love you more.” He sighed, kissing her back, folding her up into his arms to lift her up. “Come on, we gotta get this back under the tarp before my Dad actually kills me.”

Chrissy nodded, putting the helmet back and climbing around him to the back seat. She held on to him tightly as he kickstarted the Harley.

Eddie watched them as they pulled out of the lot and disappeared down the road, Chrissy’s rose gold hair flying beneath her helmet.

Yeah. Some guys really did get everything.

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Baekhyun

You were at your best friend's wedding, sitting off by her new husband's annoying groomsmen.  He was drunk, and kept trying to touch your knee, despite the fact that you kept moving away from him.  You knew you couldn't make a scene, so storming off wasn’t an option.  Before you lost your cool and smacked him hard, Baekhyun, her brother came over and blocked him.  

“Hey man-” 

“Dance with me?”  He asked, but it was more of a statement.  Smiling, you slid your hand into his while he escorted you away from the situation.  The slow song, had his hand on your lower waist while your hand was in his other.  Wrapping a hand around his shoulder he slowly danced while smiling.  

“Thank you.”  You whispered to him.  

“Always going to rescue you princess.”  He teased, spinning you around before pulling you close again.  

Jongdae

“Dance with me.”  You demanded your brother's best friend.  The ten year old looked down at you while you held out your eight-year-old hand.  

“Why?” 

“Because I want to learn.  Now dance with me.”  You demanded again, while he rolled his eyes.  He stood up, bending to your will as he always did, teaching you the steps.  

“Follow me lead okay?”  You nodded, smiling at the boy who always made your day better.  

Sehun

He was new to your life, as he was new to your brothers.  That hadn’t stopped them from becoming the closest friend he had ever had.  Even now at the college party, your brother's baseball team was throwing, his pitcher Sehun kept close to him.  Both of them hit on the girls, drinking the same beer.  They were the best of friends and you were madly in love with him.  You found yourself dancing in the one room, when most of the guys kept trying to come up to you and dance with you as well.  When one of the soccer players got a little too handsy you found yourself twirled around into Sehun’s arms.  The alcohol going to your brain.  

“Dance with me.”  He whispered, pulling you close.  

“I don’t think my brother would like that.”  You flirted with him, smiling up at him.  

“He asked me to, surprisingly.  I think he prefers me to keep you away from all these other heathens.”  You wrapped your arms around his neck, while he moved you away from the center of the dance floor.  

“I also prefer you to the other heathens.  You're cute.”  You giggled, while he pulled you to the edge, finally breaking free of the crowd.

“Who's cuter?”  Your brother asked, at the edge.  Sehun unlocked your arms from around his neck, while your brother glared at you.  You realized that Sehun had been sent to drag you away from the party, not to actually dance. 

“Traitor.”  You said to him, before your brother grabbed your arm and told you to go to his room and stay there.  

Yixing

You watched your best friend's brother dance with her to an upbeat tempo, at the family party.  Both of them were laughing, causing you to have a smile.  She had been down when her boyfriend broke up with her before he was supposed to come. Now the song ended with your friend laughing.  The song Lover by Taylor Swift came on and she dragged her brother over.  They seemed to be in a deep argument about something, when she pulled him to a stop in front of you.  

“Dance with him.”  

“What?”

“Quickly before the song is over.   You’ve always wanted to dance, and he’s a great dancer, besides it’s a slow song, it’s weird for me.” 

“But-” 

“___, you are my best friend.  Go have fun, you’ve been a wallflower all night.”  She pushed you both to the dance floor with the evil twinkle in her eye.  Yixing grabbed your one hand while the other was on your waist.  You moved slowly back and forth, with him sometimes twirling you out, a smile blooming with each chord.  

“She’s right, you know.”  You said to him. 

“What?”  Yixing seemed to be thinking about something else, you probably wondered if he imagined if you were someone else.  

“You are a great dancer.”    

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[seredelgi]

COME BACK TO ME

fandom: Attack On Titan/ Shingeki No Kyojin

pairing: Eren Jaeger x Reader, Toxic! Eren Jaeger x Fem! Reader, Eren Jaeger x You, Modern!Eren Jaeger x Reader, Dom!Eren Jaeger x Sub!Reader

summary: Not completely satisfied with her sex life and anxious about the impending day of her wedding, reader turns back to Eren, her ex, to get what she misses from her fiancee.

rating: Mature, 18+

warnings: toxic!eren, toxic!reader, toxic relationship in general, smut, sex, vaginal sex, breeding kink, choking, cheating, as in reader cheats on her fiancee with eren, profanity, mild degradation, kind of angsty too, dirty talk, raw sex, light dom! sub! undertones, edging, nipple play, modern au

word count: 3.6k

tags: @anniemika @vlsquuu

a/n: I'm usually not that much of an Eren simp but he honestly fits the toxic ex-boyfriend trope too well, so here. This is really the scrappiest scrap ever but yeah, enjoy. Let me know if I've missed any warnings. English is not my first language so forgive any mistakes.

You love your boyfriend. You really do.

There's no denying that when he proposed you felt kind of nervous about the idea of spending a lifetime with him, but that's no reason to doubt how much you love him.

He's sweet, he's caring, and most definitely very handsome. " He's quite a catch" your friends constantly like to remind you "Such a step up from that clown you were so down bad for"

Eren Jaeger.

Your girlfriends couldn't stand the guy. And honestly, how could you blame them? He's not been the best partner to you during your time together.

He was obnoxiously self-centered and way too jealous.

You were together a year, but you put up with his shit that long simply because he had one of those annoyingly difficult-to-replace redeeming qualities.

Boy, was Eren good at sex.

Your now fiancee is good too, but that's no match for the way Eren could make you feel back in the day.

And you know it is no excuse for what you did. It doesn't matter how nervous or weirded out you have been about the impending approach of your big day, you shouldn't have called him. You shouldn't have needed to hear his voice so bad, and most definitely shouldn't have hoped for him to invite you over to his apartment, sounding way too smug already in doing so over the phone.

But you can't help it, it's just the effect he has on you. You lose all common sense when it comes to him. He's intoxicating, and that, unfortunately, is part of his damn charm.

However, it is quite difficult to regret any of those decisions right now, sweaty and spread underneath him, taking him deep enough to leave you out of breath.

He's not been able to wipe that stupid grin off his face since he opened the door and met your big eyes, languid already with the denial of how much you missed him.

It's always been like that with him. You got carried away by the nostalgia, you felt the suffocating need to see him again, and then felt ready to bolt the second you were met with his piercing green gaze again.

He hadn't let you, of course.

He took hold of your wrist as soon as you turned around to escape from him. He'll be damned if he won't get his hands on you, after months of pointless abstinence.

He's never properly digested your break-up. He'd let you go reluctantly, but still messaged you, still lingered in your life like a ghost.

It didn't help that you'd continued living in the same neighborhood as him for a while after you two had split.

If you had to be honest, that was the very reason why you hadn't been able to be completely faithful to your new man in the first few months of your relationship. You happened to run into Eren a few times too many, giving in way too easily to his rumblings about how he was sorry, that he should've treated you better.

Well, it's too late now, you had found yourself saying, only to end up getting railed by him anyway.

Who were you kidding? You were too damn weak to resist him.

It only happened twice, and you felt so bad about it that you decided to move from the area as soon as things with your boyfriend seemed to take a good turn.

Eren didn't take it very well.

He called you insistently and left you so many messages that you had to block him on pretty much any social media. But he still reached out to you, one way or another, through some of his friends. He didn't have them write anything to you directly, but they always looked at your stories and your posts and you were positive they reported everything back to him.

That's why you're sure he knew you were engaged when he answered your call that very day.

He just didn't care.

Part of you knows you should despise him for it, that the fact that he invited you over anyway doesn't speak highly of him. However, that's exactly why you called him. You knew he wouldn't give a damn about your approaching wedding. If anything, he'd turn this into yet another stroke at his pride, yet another thing to hold you by the neck with.

And that's what he's doing now while burying himself into you. He wraps his hand around your neck and slaps against your ass so hard that all you can hear is the sound of your pussy milking his length and his rasping puffs of pleasure.

Man, you've missed this.

There's nothing quite like the way he makes you feel.

You're not sure what it is about him, and it's not like you don't get fucked properly by your fiancee. There's something about sex with Eren tho, that simply drives you wild. Maybe it's in the fervency of his touch, so eager to elicit a response that it often ends up ravaging you insatiably. It's like he needs you to like it.

It almost makes you wonder how on earth could you have let all of this go.

But then he brushes the strands of your damp hair off your face and whispers to you:

" Couldn't stay away from it, huh?" his breaths are heavy, and their warmth sinks into your skin like sin itself " Missed me that much?"

You can't help rolling your eyes at that. Whether or not his nonsense ranting is the only reason for it, only you know.

You dip your nails into the flexing muscles of his back and whine so loud into the otherwise quietness of his room that you're sure the whole building has heard that. He must've had the same thought too, because he snickers cockily back at you.

You hate to be so easy to break for him, but there's no helping it, and you can't stop your pitiful whining from pouring out anyway.

" Use your words, princess" he drags out, his hold on your neck tightening " Can he make you feel this good?"

You shouldn't humor him, shouldn't let him know the shameful truth of intimacy with your man, but how can you lie to him now that he's smacking so hard against you that you barely remember your name?

No way any of the men you've had in your life could even come close. And even if reluctant, some part of you needs for him to know.

" Nu-uh, Ere-hn" his name comes out amid quiet pathetic whimpers and he basks gloriously in them, pretty much drunk on the sight of your pleasure.

" Fucking knew it" you can hear his groans reverberating through you, shaking you up from within and making you shiver all over.

You're not prepared for the suddenness of his touch when his thumb comes to rest upon your already throbbing clit, applying the right amount of pressure where you've been aching for it, and you exhale a deep long moan that makes him chuckle and dive onto your neck, to pepper it with kisses and gentle bites.

You're already so close, but if you know him well enough he won't let you off the hook that easily.

" Look at you all dumbed down on my dick" the hand of his that had kept you in a chokehold up until then comes to brush down your lips, parting them sweetly as he looks into your half-lidded eyes " What'd he say if he saw you like this?"

You want to tell him to shut up, that you're not here to boost his ego a few sizes. However, you find compelling the way spite is turning him ravenous on you. And as he skates down your skin to squeeze your breasts you catch your breath, bracing.

He knows how much you like nipple play, something you've been missing lately. Your soon-to-be husband indulges in it, but he's way too gentle for your tastes, and even if you've reassured him that he can go hard on you, that you can take it, he just can't bring himself to.

Eren tho, is a whole other matter.

He brushes them lightly, teasing you, making you shiver from expectation. Your chest swells up to chase the warmth you can feel radiating from his hand, demanding it on you. It's like you're a puppet, dancing around at any pull of his at your strings.

You're dipping your teeth into your bottom lip so hard that you fear you'll cut it, but when he finally pinches you, you free a shrill sob of satisfaction. Pain curses through you like an injection drug, it haunts at those corners of your mind that had been, until then, still reticent to the heat of his touch.

He still knows you so well you can't help but melt into it now, tho.

" Still fancy this, darling?" he twists your right nipple in between his fingertips, toying with it, having you arch your back as a jolt of pleasure runs through your nerves to come pulse in your swelling clit. The little nub is desperately throbbing for him to speed up the pace that his thumb has been reserving it.

You nod enthusiastically, buckling your hips against his, eliciting the kind of hiss from him that reminds you how even though he likes to play dominant, he's just about as much at your mercy as you are at his.

" Shit- Easy, babe" his voice is croaked with arousal, this time around he's pleasantly taken aback by how receptive you still are to what he used to do to you " 'gonna have me nut into you like that"

You bite your bottom lip harshly at that, trying to refrain from letting him know just how much you would actually love that. You can't let a guy like him know. He'd attempt to knock you up in an instant, probably seeing it as the perfect opportunity to claim you back.

And even if there's no chance he could manage, you still don't wanna give him the satisfaction.

His thumb is still grazing lazy circles around your sweet spot, giving you enough to leave you impatiently waiting on the edge, craving your release so bad that you utter a little "please Eren" against his lips. Lips that are hovering way too close to be able to keep resisting them, and they look so good that you almost feel compelled to kiss him.

But you can't.

It would make this too sentimental, too real for you to able to take it.

" Please what?"

He's wicked, but hell, do you like it.

You hear the sound of your juices mixing with his as he stretches you out, a thin line of drool silently streaming down your chin, giving him yet another reason to smirk to himself proudly.

" Please Eren, make me 'cum, please"

Begging him for it has always proved to be effective in getting what you want. He usually felt spurred enough by it to give in immediately. Plus, you've always secretly loved that, too.

This time around it doesn't seem to be enough, tho.

" See, I'm not sure you deserve that, darling" his pace has become unabating, it's starting to sore you, it's starting to make you regret coming here in the first place, especially when he just won't let you have what you want " You were very bad to me, weren't you?"

Nuh-uh.

But you nod anyway.

And that's about the extent of the amount of power he has over you.

You're able to leave him and stop thinking about him, able to start a new life and date other men, able to accept a marriage proposal, even. But the second he's got you, you're not capable of denying him anything.

You're completely at his mercy.

" 'm-hm sorry" you keen, and see a genuine sparkle of surprise arise in his eyes at that, the quivering sense of loss he must've felt the day you deserted him still hidden in there, twinkling like a treasure he just won't surrender.

If there's something you know for certain, if there's anything you'd bet your life on is that he loves you. Sure, it's in that sick, toxic way of his that just about makes you twist your guts and ache for him at the same time. But he does nonetheless, and you've never doubted that.

There's definitive proof of it in the softening of his tone the second you apologize to him.

" Then leave him baby" he's breathless as he begs you, he kisses your lips and you can't deny him, even reveling at the contact, having craved it so bad that it almost hurts. It heightens your senses and makes you hungry for more.

You've missed it a lot, maybe more than you had the rest of it.

With him, it was always so needy. A desperate clashing of teeth and avid chasing of tongues, always wrapped in moans as he selfishly pulls you in. It is so intense that you'd dreamed about it for nights after you had ultimately decided to break up with him.

" Come back to me" whispered in between harsh puffs and meetings of lips " You know you want to, 'can feel it in the way you squeeze me"

Damn, he's so close to cracking you that it's almost scary.

" Can't let me go" chants and prayers of his just add up to the increasing intensity of his pressure on your clit, bringing you so close that literal tears stream down your cheeks, and somehow you know it's not just because of the gut-wrenching need to orgasm.

You just hate that he's right, and it hurts so much, even in the midst of all the pleasure you're feeling.

" You're still mine" fervid kisses cover the skin of your neck, humid little reminders of what you feel for him, and then you feel the fluttering of your walls welcoming the long-awaited approach of your climax.

He can feel it too, because he steadies his movements, and his eyes are trained on your features as you turn to jelly underneath him, incoherent pleads ecaping silently past your lips.

" Like that, yeah" you can hear him only dazily in the background of your pleasure as you shudder against him, and then you feel his lips claiming yours back, giving you no time at all to even catch your breath. He flicks his tongue in your mouth as you cry into him, and it's just the most excruciating kind of evidence that what he's said is all true.

You are his, and you always will be.

And it makes it all the more agonizing that you cannot be.

It's not long before he tears away way from you, his thrusts suddenly sloppier, his breaths ragged and uneven, and he looks at you, still weakly trembling underneath him, looking positively worn out.

That's how he likes you. Satisfied by him, and only him.

" Fuck- Gotta pull out, baby"

You flinch instinctively at that, your legs crossing behind his back, thighs clenching desperately at his hips, and you know you wouldn't do this if you weren't so high on him.

However you're still hazed from the aftermath of your pleasure, and you so don't want him to part from you.

He looks down at you, confounded.

" Don't you play with me babygirl" he threatens, his breaths so short you can feel he's holding on for dear life, waiting for a confirmation that you do in fact want him to nut inside of you " You know I'll do it"

The idea is appealing, and you recall that's something that you two have always played with in the past.

Back when you were together he'd told you to get off the pill, that he was very much capable of pulling out in time when necessary, when really, he just loved the risk. He got off on the idea that he could knock you up at any moment, his only restraint the one of his will.

It should've felt scary, to give him full control on something like that, but he'd always behaved.

It was a game, and it really did a trick on him. It makes him shiver even right now, against the sudden softness you reserve him as your fingers run through his long brown hair. He tilts his head back and hums, chasing your touch as if starved for it.

" Wanna feel you 'cum inside of me" you whisper in his ear, and his eyes roll back, his unchecked growl making you whimper against him when his hand closes around your throat again, shoving you back on the mattress. And then he starts railing into you with renewed intensity, your head bobbing up and down with his thrusts, and it feels like absolute heaven.

" So fucking desperate for it" it seems like your request has relieved his stamina, and you resume your moaning when his other hand comes to grip your hip to keep you steady, his fingers dipping into your meat so hard you close your eyes shut " -haven't changed a bit"

You feel the awakening of a new need, and you chase after it as you can feel him do with his, his cock piercing through you and hitting your cervix with every single snap of his hips into yours.

" Eren" you let out so quietly that he almost misses it, but when he feels you convulsing around him again, your pussy shamelessly sucking him in, he can't take it anymore. He 'cums with a deep grunt and spills all his warm seed into you, staining your walls and marking you down with his teeth buried in the curve of your neck.

You're so high on it that it barely registers, the way he's sucking on your skin greedily, how whatever he's imprinting on it will have to be covered with make-up before you go back home.

When he's done you're still puffing and tamely shaking, a sweaty mess, holding onto him to try and regain a shred of your lost composure.

He's got you good this time around. You didn't expect to come twice, not being used to it anymore.

His pants are thick and hot against your skin, and when he's finally able to better control them he levers himself up to look at you.

" Fuck, I hope I got you pregnant" he smirks wickedly.

You know it shouldn't, but your heart skips a beat when he confesses that to you.

You shake your head feebly and huff contently, you'd missed the feeling of satisfaction that good sex leaves you soaking into.

" I'm on the pill"

He frowns and slips out of you, evident disappointment washing over him.

" Ow, now that's no fun"

You sigh and look at him as he lays beside you, his cock still half-hard and glistening with the remains of your juices.

" See, that's why we can't be together"

He turns to look at you at that, this time around a hint of hurt clouds his green eyes, asking for you to explain yourself.

" Having a baby is not supposed to be fun" you say then.

" Says who?" he retorts promptly, " Damn y/n, that's one depressing way to look at life"

No use arguing with him, you two are just too different. And that's why you get up, the feeling of his 'cum leaking out from you and streaming down your thighs quietly stirring up your not-yet-silent arousal.

You can't lie to yourself. It had felt good to feel him empty himself into you.

Right is the best word that comes to mind.

But it isn't right.

And the disconcerting truth of it is, that no matter how inebriating in the making, Eren Jaeger is a threat to everything you've come to hold dear.

" I gotta go" you mutter before the sight of him laying comfortably on his bed like that could arise in you the need to cuddle up to him and sleep it off.

You can't let yourself, nor him, delude into that fantasy.

" So that's it?" he lets out, one of his hands behind his back, his muscles flexing and his eyes appraising the view of you getting rid of his 'cum with a napkin you'd hurriedly gathered from your purse.

You sure as hell cannot fathom the possibility of showering at his place, it is way too dangerous of an idea, even if very appealing.

You stay silent, unable to conjure anything that could sound remotely appropriate at a moment like this.

" You gonna hit me up again when you'll realize he's not enough for you"

His words sound resolute and resigned, and they hang over the room like venom as you look at him, baffled.

He's calm and collected, even if his eyes betray a hint of dejection that he would never let anyone else ever catch onto. But they're unwavering as if he can predict your future to be intertwined with his.

How can he even stand to feel like that?

How can you?

You gather your things and go for the door, before he could turn even meaner, before he would show his true colors.

" Give Reiner my best, would 'ya?"

You stop short when you hear your fiancee's name. Your heartbeats racing, your breaths quickening at the realization that you had been right.

He'd been watching silently this whole time.

A chill runs up your spine as you close the door to his apartment shut behind you, and you swear to yourself, that no matter how tempting, you'll never give in to the need to see him ever again.

[icarusredwings]

I like to think that he DID try like REALLY hard but Thetas just a dumb ass.

14 year old Koschei: I dont know I just thought maybe we should play spin the bottle... together..

Theta: Aw no, why? Could you not find anyone else? Dont worry! Ill go get the rest of Deca!

Theta: HEY GUYS WHO WANTS TO KISS IN MY DORM!?

Koschei: 😐..... *Screams into a pillow* 🫠 Why did I pick the dumbest one?

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Im like 99% sure that the only reason he got with Patience in the first place is because she LOST her Patience and TOLD him they were getting married.

"Theta. I love you. Lets have 13 kids together."

"Oooh I love you too!! Thats a great idea! Should we start looking at adoption centers? Ive always wanted to be a dad but I dont think anyones ever liked me like that."

"...." *grabs him by the shoulder* "We're getting married. And not just for tax reasons. Because I like you like that."

"Oh... OH- you like like me?? Tehehe d'aww im sorry I didnt know-"

"I noticed. Anyway our wedding is next week. Go tell people."

"Okay!!"

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"Hey Koschei guess what?"

Koschei, really hoping that he finally came to his senses and realized how desperately he loves him: What?

"Im getting married to patiance next week!!"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? SINCE WHEN!?"

"Since 20 minutes ago :)"

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And then with River, she was like-

River: I trust the doctor with my life. Wink wink.

10: Donna whys that woman winking at me?

River: We literally get married and spend like 24 years on honeymoon

10: Oh- OH do we?? D'aaww well.. hehe OPE- youre dead :( that sucks. I didnt even know my wife and now shes dead. i think? No- wait- yes?

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"Give a shout if you ever want to bring someone around say.. a girlfriend or... boyfriend."

"Oh I most certianly will. Ill go. I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS!!"

Must I say more?

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And with 12-

Missy: *kisses him, holds his hands, is lowkey trying to assert dominance over clara*

12: Why are you doing that?

Missy: OH FFS Youre STILL like this!?

12: like what?

Missy: SIIGGHHHS ... fine. Come on im gonna lay on you on the couch while we watch frozen.

12: why would we do that?

Missy: .....*rips a pillow in two*

Also missy: so you can... teach me about friendship??

12: Oh okay! :)

I always think of Theta and Koschei as being fully together back in the academy but honestly I think an agonising 100 year mutual pining relationship where neither ever makes a move despite everyone else on the planet knowing theyre into each other would explain at least 30% of the master's insanity, like I'd lose my mind over that also

[doebt]

tbh its kind of making me sad this whole wedding thing. ik to each their own but everyone seems extremely caught up in the minute details and decor and stuff it seems very ehhhmmm idk how to explain it..and VERY caught up in the photos and documentation of this all, ik thats a mormon thing, well ALL of this is a mormon thing, but it just makes me sad, like do you even love eachother..but they have SO firmly been orchestrating this, her bf didnt even choose the date to propose, the family has just told him when to do it, and kayla also knows this, there is no element of surprise or romance to any of it..Man to each their own though

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Boss — Chapter Nine

pairing: javier peña x DEA!OC

warnings: NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI), arguments, unprotected p in v, language, fluffffffff, and then big time angstttttttt, cheating

words: 3.6k

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“You could have told me,”

The two of them were in a whisper fight in Javier’s old bedroom, his father off to bed leaving them alone to deal with their obvious tension.

“I didn’t even…it wasn’t even a thought, Valeria!” He whisper-shouted back at her from across the room, the veins in his neck popping out as he spoke. She shook her head and sat down on the edge of the bed, rolling her eyes as he sat down beside her. “I didn’t even think about it. Seriously,”

“Well you’re thinking about it now.” She turned and cocked her eyebrow at him, watching as he breathed in deeply. “I want to know.”

“We were young. Ten years ago. I left her the day of the wedding. Nothing more to say.” He shrugged, but she wasn’t content.

“Why did you leave her?” She prodded, Javier groaning and laying back against the mattress.

“I don’t know, Valeria! I was young and wasn’t ready—“

“Did you love her?” She interrupted.

“Of course I did—at the time, but—“

“You loved her and still managed to leave her at the altar?” She stood up and paced around, Javier sitting up and staring at her. He finally was able to piece together why she were so upset—she was still untrusting.

Javier stood up and stopped her pacing, hugging her close though she resisted. It didn’t take long for her to accept his embrace, though, her love for him clouding her irritation.

“You say you love me, so…” she reminded him through tears as she nuzzled her face in his shoulder.

“I’m not the same man, querida…and I never felt like this for her.” He whispered in her ear as he rubbed her back. “Please, try to trust me.”

“I’m trying,” she lifted her head and looked up at him, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “I just…you mean a lot to me.”

“And you mean a lot to me.” He knew what she meant—you’ve become so woven into my daily life that I can’t imagine life without you—and he meant it too. He tried to guide her to the bed, realizing how late it was. “C’mon, let’s get some sleep.”

“I don’t want sleep.” She stopped him, making his eyes lock with hers. Her hand was trembling as she slid it down his chest and stomach until she was rubbing his length through his Wranglers. Javier’s lips parted and his brows furrowed as their eyes remained locked on each other.

It was the first time since everything happened in Medellin, the first time she’d touched him or he’d touched her in almost a month and a half. Javier couldn’t believe it was finally happening, but felt the need to stop and make sure it was what she truly wanted.

“Baby,” he whispered and grabbed her hand from his now fully hardened bulge and lifted her knuckles to his lips, kissing them. “Are you sure you’re ready? We don’t have to-“

“I’m ready, Javi.” She insisted earnestly, pulling him down by his neck until he was kissing her with the force of all his love, his hands gripping the fabric of her dress at her waist. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her flush against his body, his bulge grinding against her center through their clothes. “I want you so bad, Javi,”

“You have no idea,” he growled before biting her lip, her body tensing as she unwillingly succumbed to a flashback of her abuse. Javier pulled away and held her face in his hands, his brows furrowed as he studied her with sincere concern. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think…I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay?”

“I’m…fine.” She sighed and shook the fear out of her head, pulling him back to her. Javi reluctantly kissed her again, something she noticed and groaned at. She pulled away and sighed at his hesitation, annoyed and frustrated by his reluctance. “I said I’m fine.”

“I know, I just want to be careful—“

“Javi, I want to be able to fuck you again. To be normal, remember?” She felt a tear of desperation fall down her cheek, wanting nothing more than to enjoy sex with her boyfriend like a normal person. “Please, treat me normal.”

“You need to tell me when something is…wrong. Okay?” He guided her back until the back of her knees hit the bed, the two of them falling down onto it as their kiss resumed, this time needier and filthier. She nodded as he pulled away and lifted her dress off her body, watching her discard her undergarments as he undressed himself.

“No foreplay, I need you.” She panted as he dropped to his knees between her thighs, pulling him to her by his face. He obeyed her command and rested his hips between her thighs as she laid on the edge of the bed. He stroked her cheek and stared into her eyes as he entered her to the hilt, both of their breathing stopping at the long-lost sensation of being joined together. She sighed out a moan when he pulled himself out and pushed back in, his motions as slow as possible as he waited for her to acclimate to his size. “I missed you so much, Javier.”

“Oh, baby,” he moaned in a whimper as he crashed his lips against hers, his thrusts speeding up as he felt her heat and wetness become needier. “I love you so much. Missed this…missed you…s’proud of you, querida.”

“Harder…” She begged as he lifted his body to stand upright, his hands holding her thighs as her ankles rested on his shoulders. He tossed his head back and quieted the strangled moan in his throat as he began fucking her harshly, her mind spinning as the familiar feeling of release stirred in her belly.

“God, baby…you’re squeezing me.” He looked down at her and shook his head, a grin forming on his face as he whispered to her. Valeria’s brows laced together and expression turned to agony as she came, Javi gasping at the feeling of her walls spasming around his girth. “Fuck, I’m—where?”

“Stomach,” she panted through her fog, feeling his heaviness rest on her pelvis and his hot release cover her skin. She peeled her eyes open as her chest still heaved, looking at him in all his flushed and sweaty glory. God, did you miss this. “I love you so much, Javier Peña.”

His eyes focused on hers as he calmed down, leaning over the mess he made and kissing her sweetly, his lips hovering over hers as he spoke. “I love you, baby. So fucking much.”

•••

“Good morning, baby.” Javi greeted as Valeria walked into the kitchen, his father at the table eating a plate of country-fried potatoes and sipping a black coffee while Javi washed the dirty dishes. She gave Chucho a polite smile as she passed him, standing beside her lover as he placed a chaste kiss to her temple. “Are you hungry? I put your plate in the oven to keep it warm.”

“Thank you,” she kissed his shoulder and walked to the oven, pulling out the plate and walking over to the table, sitting across from Chucho.

“How was your night, mija? Did you sleep okay?” He asked, looking up from his newspaper at her. She nodded with a smile and moved to stand again to get something to drink. Javier was quick to stop her, guiding her back into the seat.

“Sit down, querida. Let me get it.” He spoke softly, walking over to the counter and pouring her a cup of coffee, keeping it black like you liked it. His father watched him with a chuckle, smiling at Valeria as his son brought her mug over and kissed her head again, sitting down close beside her.

“You have him wrapped around your finger,” he joked and made her chuckle. Javier rolled his eyes and flicked a crumb over at him. “Maybe she’ll catch the bouquet and you’ll finally settle down.”

“Yeah, maybe.” He chuckled and shook his head, bringing his coffee cup to his lips. She wished she could’ve joined in on their conversation, but she was starving after her and Javi’s all-night romp. Javier rubbed her back as she ate, his eyes glued to her while his fathers returned to the paper. “The ceremony is at noon, right?”

“Yep,” His father replied as he turned the page.

“Alright, well, I think I’ll borrow the car to show Leria around town then. We’ll be back in time.” Javier stood up and grabbed her now empty plate and walked it over to the sink, Valeria grinning at the use of a nickname. She was clueless about the plans but stood up and went along with them regardless.

“Be back by eleven, son. That’s two hours from now, okay?” Javier nodded and continued up the stairs with Valeria holding his hand and following him. “And don’t let him forget, mija!”

“Si, Señor Peña!” She called out, making Javier chuckle as he opened the bedroom door and walked her in, closing it behind him. “What’s the plan again?”

“Grab your swimsuit, that’s the plan.” He instructed and dug out his own swim trunks from his suitcase, undressing before putting them on. She wasted no time, finding her bikini and slipping it on before finding a sundress to cover it with. “We’re going to the creek.”

“The creek…so Texan.” He chuckled and nodded as the two of them left the room and walked downstairs again.

“We’ll be back, pops.” He called out as he grabbed the keys to his fathers car and walked her out.

“You know, I just woke up twenty minutes ago.” She jokingly complained as she climbed into the passenger side, Javi jumping in to the drivers with a grin. “And I didn’t get much sleep thanks to somebody…”

“I seem to recall you enjoying it every single time.” He raised an eyebrow at her as they pulled onto the dirt road and took off, his right hand on her thigh as he drove. She chuckled and turned her head to look at the town, Javier’s hand leaving her leg to point at a school up the road. “If you look over there, that’s my old elementary school.”

“I bet all the girls loved you back in the day. Was Valentine’s day your favorite holiday?” She asked, watching as he smirked and nodded. “Yeah, I can tell.”

“Over here is where I got in my first fight.” He turned on the road by his school, slowing down as he drove past the park beside it. “I didn’t win that one.”

“But all of the others?” She raised an eyebrow at him and poked his side.

“Not even close.” He grabbed her hand and lifted it to his mouth, kissing it a few times as he pulled into the park, turning the car off and looking over at her with an eager grin. “Ready?”

“It’s here?” She asked in a chuckle, turning to look out.

“It’s just a little walk down the hill and then there’s a creek.” He climbed out and walked around to her door, opening it and clasping his hand with hers as he led you.

“Texas doesn’t have alligators or anything right?”

“Just water snakes and spiders, and a bunch of other shit, but no…no alligators.” She chuckled, hugging his arm as she walked with him.

He was right about this trip being much needed. It felt normal here, and it felt normal with him. She knew everything was still broken and cracked inside of her, but being away from D.C. and Medellin felt good—felt healing. There wasn’t anything to be afraid of now, except her frighteningly strong feelings for the man beside her, but for now, she wasn’t afraid. She was simply content.

•••

The two of them came running inside his fathers home after spending too much time at the creek, his dad cursing at his son in Spanish as they both ran upstairs to get dressed for the ceremony. They showered together to save time, and given that Javi actually managed to keep his hands to himself, they were out in minutes. She braided her wet hair to avoid having to style it and only applied very light makeup, the Texas heat making that choice for her. She added a red lip, Javi’s favorite, and slipped into her red linen dress and heels while Javi unintentionally matched with her. His red flannel was tucked into his jeans, and he looked the picture of a Texas man as he turned around to get a good look at her.

“Baby, you look—“

“Javier, it’s time to go! Pinche pendejo,” he muttered the last part as Javier brought her out of the room and down the stairs, his fathers eyes widening as he took her in. “You’re too pretty for him. Let’s hope we can find you a better looking cousin or something.”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty okay with the Peña I got.” She smiled over at Javier while he looked on at the two of them interacting with an adoring smile, feeling for the first time in a very very long time like he’d stumbled into something good and lasting.

The ceremony was over within an hour, but it was the reception that lasted long into the night. Javier wasn’t shy about showing Valeria off, dancing with her and introducing her to everyone—well, almost everyone.

She was stood by the refreshments chatting with an abuela about nothing when she spotted him out of the corner of her eye. He downed his beer as he sat with his father and stood up, straightening his belt as he began to walk over to someone. Usually, she wasn’t so nosy and bothered about what he did, but something about the scene made her gut flip, her body turning to watch him as he approached a tiny blonde. She couldn’t help but feel sick as she watched him nervously smile at her and start talking, setting her plate down at the table now that she was far too nauseous with anxiety to eat. She walked over to Chucho and sat down, her eyes facing away from the scene but mind unable to let it go.

“Who’s…who’s Javi talking to? I haven’t met her.” She began, watching as his dad searched the room until he spotted his son. He chuckled and shook his head before turning to her.

“Lorraine.” He raised an eyebrow at her and gestured to him with his head. “Don’t just sit here, go interrupt him.”

“Shouldn’t you be on his side?” She managed a small chuckle, watching as his dad rolled his eyes.

“I like you, mija. I don’t want him to fuck it up because he can’t help but be stuck in the past.” His words hit her in her core.

Would Javi really throw it all away for some woman he thought he loved ten years ago? She wouldn’t risk it regardless.

She quickly stood up and walked over, a beer in hand as to appear casual. Javier looked like he saw a ghost when his eyes met Valeria’s, the woman’s turning to look her way as well. She smiled at her politely and hooked her arm with Javi’s, Lorraine’s eyes dropping to study the contact.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met.” She started with a deeply southern accent, sounding nearly condescending. Valeria gave her a more patronizing smile this time and held her hand out.

“No, we haven’t. I’m Valeria, Javi’s girlfriend.” She watched as Lorraine’s eyes widened and smile grew, her attention turning back to Javier for a second. “And you must be Lorraine. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“You have?” She tilted her head and squinted, that painted on smile never leaving her done-up face.

“From Mr. Peña, at least. Javier likes to keep things to himself, or at least from me.” Javier sighed and excused the two of them, his grip on her hand tight as he pulled her outside of the venue.

“What the fuck was that about? Is that how we’re talking to my friends, now?” He had to stop himself from shouting, but it didn’t matter the volume in which he spoke. Valeria began to cry and shake her head at him, more than hurt that he was so upset about his ex.

“I didn’t know she was your friend.” She challenged, watching as his jaw clenched. Javier turned in a circle before looking back to her, glaring at her as he stood speechless. “Go. Go inside and catch up with your friend. By all means.”

“How many times do I have to fucking tell you that I love you and I’m not going to fuck you over, Valeria?! Fuck! I’ve spent the last two months of my life tending to you and being there for you, and the minute I talk to an ex, you turn into a mean, jealous—“

“Now you’re just trying to be hurtful.” She shook her head and walked back inside. She didn’t know what to do, so she walked up to his father and sat down beside him, wiping tears from her face.

“Que pasa, mija? What happened?” He asked with furrowed brows, reaching to touch her shoulder as she covered her face. Javier walked in soon after and joined the table, the tension palpable as he opened a new beer and chugged it. “Slow down, mijo.”

“We’re celebrating, no?” He chided sarcastically, making Valeria cry again out of anger. She stood up and excused herself to the bathroom, pushing past members of his family as they stared at her curiously.

“Javi, why—“

“It’s nothing, dad.” He shushed his father as his head hung low.

“Well, I’m going to go take her back to the house. You’re humiliating her in front of everybody you know, and for what? The woman you didn’t want to marry?” He shook his head and stood up, walking over to the bathroom and coaxing Valeria out. She agreed to go back with him, knowing that what the two of them needed most right now was space to calm down.

If only Javier had thought so rationally.

“Hey,” Javier felt a hand on his back and he lifted his head, surprised when he saw one of his old hookups smiling down at him. “Doing okay?”

“More than okay now.” It was the alcohol talking, and he knew that, but he couldn’t control his selfish coping mechanisms at the moment. He didn’t stop her when she sat in his lap, and he didn’t stop her when she kissed his lips. In fact, he let it go on right up until she was panting his name and trying to undo his belt buckle out behind the venue. Javi sighed and grabbed her hands, moving them away. “Stop…I can’t…I have a girlfriend.”

“Well, where is she?” She continued, her lips pressing against his neck as she tried to resume her undoing of his belt.

“Stop,” he stepped back and shook his head, wiping his mouth and face as he thought about what he was doing to Valeria. “I’ve gotta go.”

“Just like that?” She shouted as he walked off down the dirt road, figuring the short walk would do him good. “Javi, come back!”

“No.”

He continued making his way back to his fathers house in silence, the hot Texas nighttime breeze sobering him up by the time he made it back to the house. Valeria was sat out on the porch with a cigarette, something he so rarely witnessed, and the sight of her so distraught filled him with deep guilt. “Is my dad asleep?”

“Yeah.” She chuckled darkly and shook her head, studying his undone collar and the lipstick print on his neck. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“What?” She gestured at your own neck, watching as he rubbed the same spot on his and looked at his fingers, red pigment on them. He sighed and hung his head as he came to sit on the porch with her, unsure of what to say. “It didn’t…I stopped it before—“

“Before you could fully cheat on me?” She asked coldly, sipping her water before taking another drag. She winced at the taste of the tobacco, but needed it’s calming effects.

“I am in love with you, Leria.” He turned and looked at her earnestly, his eyes studying her defeated face. “I want to be better, to be a better man for you. If it were anybody else, I would’ve had no problem hurting them and betraying them, but the idea of hurting you made me feel like I couldn’t breathe. I never want to do that again. I never want to do this again.”

He wiped her tears from her cheek and turned her eyes to his, holding her face in his hands.

“Was it her? Lorraine?” She asked in a whisper, putting her cigarette out on the wooden step she was sitting on, flicking it into the dirt once it was ashed out.

“No. It was some girl I used to hookup with in my twenties. I don’t even remember her name.” He studied Valeria as she sighed, debating on whether or not it was better that it wasn’t his Lorraine who he’d cheated with. “Please, cariño…I don’t expect you to forget and forgive, but…don’t leave.”

“I think your dad would rather me stay than you, so I’m stuck.” She joked, watching him chuckle softly. She pulled him in by his collar and held his face close to hers, though she wouldn’t be kissing him tonight. “If you ever cheat on me again—even if you don’t know her—I will never speak to you again. I will never see you again. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you.” He nodded and leaned in to try and kiss her but she stopped him with her hand on his lips. She stood up and walked back inside the house, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Let’s just get some rest for tonight.”

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[katsukikitten]

Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.

Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!

Asshole!

He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?

Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!

That fucking asshole.

He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.

So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.

You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.

Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"

And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.

A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.

Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."

Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.

"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"

Ugh totally fucking cringe.

There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.

But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.

"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."

Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.

Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.

You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.

As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.

He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.

It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.

For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.

Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.

"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.

"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.

His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.

By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.

This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.

What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.

Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.

"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."

He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.

He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.

A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.

A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.

"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.

The fucking Red Riot.

Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.

Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.

"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.

Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.

"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."

Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.

Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.

"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."

Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.

"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"

You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.

Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.

"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"

For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.

But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.

His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.

"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."

[angeliken]

Charlie and Renee's neglect put Bella through such a dangerous situation. She grew up without extended family or anything, just with her mom, who was an eternally irresponsible adult child and made her take the adult role of their relationship very quickly. And Charlie just couldn't be around during her childhood, and a few weeks every summer isn't enough for you to step up to the parent role.

Then she grows and her mom marries a guy. But her mom is her only reference, and this relationship made her feel like she was a burden to her mom and made her go to live with the parent she barely knew in order to "free" her mom.

And Charlie, even if lovely in some ways (taking care of her truck, idk what more), was neglectful too. He let her step into a housewife role so deeply she was taking care of his breakfast on her wedding day, and concerned about how he would feed himself. A adult man who lived on his own and took care of his own sickly and old parents for the majority of his life. And he barely spent any quality time with her?? Like, they watched television about sports, that was what he cared about. And that's it. No talking, even if akwardly, over dinner or attempting to take her with him to the res. I'm not even gonna mention the whole New Moon disaster. After she said she didn't want to eat every night with him at that dinner, he never tried to come up with a new quality time thing again?

What a kid can get from all this? She was forced to step in a parent-wife role to both her parents, to the point where, after leaving them both, she showed real concern about how would they get by without her care. And the only romantic relationships she had as an reference were:

Her parents - a quick love ended in thunder and heartbreak, followed by years of barely there communication. And also, why did Bella had such a detailed tale of how badly their breakup was? Again, why did they let their child in the middle of such a thunderous situation? Knowing how it went is very different of knowing just how to provoke the same effect in rich detail years later - why would Renne let her daughter in all her resentment over her failed relationship? Respect your daughter's father, woman.

Renee and Phil, where her mom was deeply obsessed and centered her life around him, letting her teenage daughter go to the left curve of the planet so she could travel with him. What mom would go just "yeah, you almost died, but you bf is here and can stay the night while I go back to the hotel or whatever". Why did she even thought her teenage awkward daughter would be comfortable to have a handsome boyfriend helping her over the night in a very helpless state? Ew. And, in Midnight Sun, we see that, even if Bella states again and again that it was her choice, after she supposedly rolled down a fucking staircase and was unconscious for days or so, when Renee came visiting, her mind was on her husband. Phill. She was caring about Phill's phone call and stating if Edward was a boyfriend when her 16 year old daughter was bed bound in a hospital, after months of not seeing each other. I was raised by a single mother, and she cried and got mad when I refused to take medicine for a headache at 16 years old (the grandchild of her friend's that was around my age had died of similar causes around those days, she was sensitive, she's not overreacting on daily basis).

Basically, it isn't surprising at all that she got so obsessed with Edward. The only referential of a relationship going right she had was of her mother letting everything to go with her boyfriend. And it was the only relationship in her life where she didn't had to take care of someone. Jacob, her only friend, was seen as just a child, and he played a similar adult role as the youngest child of a disabled man, after everyone else left him to do it. Her parents felt like her children/spouses, where they brought money home and left her to do the cooking, cleaning and management of the house (she says more than once that bills went unpaid BC Renee just forgot about it). Edward was the only taking care of her instead, and even there she felt guilty about it, constantly refusing gifts (while knowing he was mad rich). The only thing she was willing to receive from him was his time and care.

Girl was so deeply messed up by her parents that it really isn't surprising that she felt like she needed to put her life in hold to please the only person she could rely to take care and spent willing time with her.

[l-r-christian]

Title: Fake it till you love me part

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x F!Human!Reader

Warnings: Angst, terrible older sister, smut, Soft!Dom!Elijah

Summary: Y/N is returning home for her little sister's wedding and asked Elijah to pretend to be her fake boyfriend. Y/N began to avoid Elijah making him wonder why as Amelia seemed a little too proud of her self.

Part three -- Epilogue

A/N: If want to be tagged for future fics please let me know ☺

Tag list: @wanniiieeee

Y/N had returned to the party but was avoiding Elijah which made the Original worry that he may have pushed her too much. Elijah thought Y/N liked him back as over the last few days they were getting closer. The vampire looked seeing Amelia smirking making her way to Elijah as he realized Y/N saw them together and misunderstood.

"Can we talk?" Elijah asked placing a hand on Y/N's back after avoiding Amelia in the crowd as Y/N bit the inside of her cheek nodding. Y/N took Elijah out to a quiet patio where no one could see them or hear them unless someone was looking for them.

"It's okay Elijah....you don't have to explain yourself." Y/N said looking at the man she loved while it hurt to let Elijah go, she was used to Amelia taking her boyfriends. Elijah frowned stepping forward reaching cupping her cheek his heart hurting when she pulled away from him.

"I think I do, darling."

"No....no you don't. I get it, Amelia is gorgeous and it was only a matter of time for you to run to my sister." Y/N tells Elijah tears filling her eyes as old wound from her past open as rain began to fall.

"But I want you."

"Elijah....you don't have to do this. I really do get it Amelia is everything I'm not she is more your sp...." Elijah cut Y/N off with a kiss as rain fell harder soaking then both.

"You are gorgeous, I much rather have you than Amelia." Elijah tells Y/N as tears fell from her eyes while Elijah took a deep breath and pushed his self to confess to Y/N.

"Because I love you...I've loved you since the first day I saw you, I knew when I first saw you that you were the one I wanted to be with for the rest of my life." Elijah tells Y/N as she stared seeing no lies and Elijah caught her when she threw herself into his arms kissing him.

"I love you too, Elijah." Y/N said softly cupping Elijah's face as he smiled at her kissing her again as they were getting soaked by the rain not caring. Y/N pulled away wanting more as Elijah picked her up whisking her away up to the bedroom.

"Help me unzip this?" Y/N asked Elijah after he sat her down and closed the door. Elijah was already held undressed having removed his suit jacket, tie and shoes. Y/N shivered feeling Elijah's fingers brushing along her back as he unzipped her dress and pressed kisses on the side of her neck while pushing her dress down.

"White lace baby? Cute." Elijah whispered as she trembled feeling his hot breath on her skin while his fingers trailed along the lace of her strapless bra listening to Y/N's breathing hitch. Y/N let her dress fall at her feet pooling there as she kicked off her heels the turned to face Elijah reaching up cupping his face as Elijah's fingers trailed down her back. The room felt humid as Elijah leaned in closer kissing her while Y/N blushed as she unbuttoned his shirt and he cupped her breast making her moan against his mouth as his thumb brushed against her nipple though the lace.

"Elijah." Y/N breathed as Elijah hovered over her after moving them to the bed. A soft whimper slipped from her lips as Elijah placed gentl kisses on her neck as his hands moved up her smooth legs. Y/N mewled as Elijah kissed along her breast and arch a bit so Elijah could unclip her bra and threw it somewhere in the bedroom. As Elijah place kisses between her breast as she shy away getting Elijah's attention and he gently grabbed her hands pulling them away from her face.

"Don't hide away pretty girl." Elijah said softly peppering her neck and face with kisses as she wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her deeply. Elijah pulled away getting undressed and Y/N flushed feeling Elijah's heated skin against hers with only a thin barrier between them.

"Just so you know I'm new to this." Y/N tells Elijah making him pause and down at her on his forearms she blushed hard noticing the predatory glit in his eyes.

"Virgin?"

"No....not really. I mean James and I done things..... I just never really felt this." Y/N said as Elijah smirked leaning down to her ear while his hand moved along her breast making her gasp.

"Then allow me to give you pleasure the right way then." Elijah said lowly his tone husky as Y/N shivered moving to touch him but Elijah gently took her wrist away. He moved them above her head as he kissed her deeply grinding against her pulling a moan from her.

"Leave your arms above your head, baby." Elijah tells her seeing her cheeks flush with blush while his tone was soft there was a commanding under tone making a heat of arousal flood Y/N's veins. Elijah kissed along her neck as his hands moved along her body while his mouth followed pulling soft whimpers from Y/N. She squeaked almost moving her arms when Elijah nipped at her hip and moved his mouth to her thigh leaving marks on them.

"Elijah!" Y/N squealed when without warning Elijah tore off her panties and buried his face between her thighs as he placed her legs over his shoulders. Y/N bit her bottom lip from moaning too loud as Elijah held her thighs open not giving her any chance to squirm free. Y/N choked out a low moan gripping the sheets as Elijah worshipped her with his tongue.

"F....f...fuck!" Y/N choked out arching as Elijah worked her with his mouth alone until she came with a moan. Elijah hummed against her slipping two fingers into her soaked core getting her to pull at the sheets groaning. Elijah moved his mouth to her thigh biting it as he curled his fingers in her pulling a raspy moan from her lips.

"Can you take another finger?" Elijah asked against her skin as she rolled her hips against his fingers nodding. Y/N sucked in breath as Elijah slipped a third finger in her core encouraging her to ride his fingers as his thumb came on to her clit.

"You are doing so well baby." Elijah muttered softly kissing her abdomen feeling her walls flutter around his fingers. Y/N gasped as Elijah moved his mouth back on her clit as he moved his fingers deeper enjoying the sounds he was pulling from Y/N. She was shaking as she felt Elijah's fingers curled in her as it seemed to her Elijah clearly knew how to please a woman.

"Elijah." Y/N moaned cumming and panted as Elijah pulled away. She watched the vampire lick his fingers clean making her blush hard as Elijah moved caging her under him.

"Such a good girl." Elijah praise when she spead her legs more so he'll fit better making her body sing in delight. Elijah undressed all the way and hiked her legs around his waist as Y/N trembled feeling his cock brush against her wet center.

"We can stop at anytime, baby. Now do you want this?" Elijah asked kissing her neck as Y/N's heart fluttered as James never took the time to ask as all the man wanted was to fuck her. And as Y/N thought about it she didn't think not once did James make her cum. Elijah allowed her to move her arms over his shoulders as she was ready and wanted to feel Elijah in her.

"Yes....please Elijah.....I need you." Y/N said softly kissing Elijah as he eased into her slowly. Y/N let out a breathy moan as Elijah groaned burying his face in her hair neck pausing letting her adjust to him before continuing to enter her. Y/N couldn't help but notice that how much bigger Elijah was than James as the Original had filled her deliciously. Elijah bottomed out and paused groaning against her skin at out tight she felt.

"So prefect baby. May I move?"

"Yes, move Elijah." Y/N whined rolling her hips making him growl gripping her hips setting a slow, deep pace making Y/N moan. Normally Elijah would have fucked her into the bed as her held her down but Elijah didn't want to overwhelm her. Y/N gasp rolling her hips to meet his thrusts as she laced her fingers with Elijah's feeling his lips brush against her skin.

".....Elijah..." the vampire pulled his face away her neck having heard Y/N's voice crack. Y/N was suddenly overwhelmed with feels for Elijah.

"Baby?"

"I.....really....do love you, Elijah." Y/N tells him cupping his face pulling down kissing him softly pulling a soft moan from Elijah kissing back moving a bit faster.

"And I love you more, my love." Elijah whispered against her skin as he placed kisses on whatever he could as soft moan and whimpers slipped from her lips. Y/N suddenly squealed pulling Elijah's hair when he gave an sharp thrust as he nipped at her thoat growling feeling her walls squeezed him.

"Pl....pl....please....do that again." Y/N whimpered as Elijah's eyes darken doing as she asked pulling cries of his name from her lips. Elijah moved her leg higher allowing him to go deeper and reach between them rubbing her clit as she buried her face in his neck. Y/N bit Elijah's neck to muffle her screams when he moved harder as she unable to hold on any longer she cummed hard taking Elijah with her over the edge.

"Baby, you alright?" Elijah asked softly as Y/N fell back against the bed panting nodding as her limbs felt like jelly. Elijah smiled gently pulling out slowly getting her to whimper.

"Eli..." Y/N panting as Elijah leaned down kissing her as he gently helped her put her arms around his neck carrying her to the bathroom to clean them both up. Y/N stole Elijah's pajama shirt while he wore the pants and smiled as Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. Elijah sighed happily placing his forehead on hers smiling as she pecked his lips with kisses squeaking when Elijah picked her up suddenly to take her to bed.

"Hmm, Eli....I'm too tired to return to the party." Y/N muttered sleepily burying her face in his neck as Elijah placed he phone down then kissed her head.

"Don't worry baby, I took care of it."

"Hmmm....this...is.....why....I...love ya...." Y/N muttering falling asleep as Elijah chuckled running his fingers though her hair. Y/N couldn't help but fall asleep against Elijah while the Original was happy to finally have the woman in his arms as he relaxed knowing this was the first night in forever.

[the-modernmary]

to be enough || aaron hotchner x gn!reader

Summary: During a movie night with your boyfriend Aaron, you accidentally stumbled onto his old wedding video, and it makes you wonder if you could ever compete with his first love?

A/N: This was an anonymous request, thank you SO MUCH for sending this in!! It’s my first request and it was so much fun to write!! I love soft Hotch so, so much. I’m sorry this took so long to get out. I was sick on and off for like two weeks straight, it was a whole thing. I hope you like this!!

masterlist || read on ao3

“I’ll make popcorn and open the wine, you pick the movie. We’ll meet back on the couch in ten minutes,” Aaron said quickly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before making his way to his kitchen.

  You giggled at your boyfriend’s eagerness as soon as he opened the door to his apartment. Truth be told, you couldn’t blame him, though. It was rare that the two of you ever really got the chance to just hang out at his apartment. Whenever Aaron was home, he liked to spend as much free time with his son as possible, which you completely understood. So between spending time with Jack and Aaron being away on cases, you lived for these small moments of alone time and domesticity. 

  “You might regret letting me pick the movie, my love,” you called to him jokingly as you sat down in front of his TV, looking for where the remote was hiding. “I am very loyal to my early 2000’s chick flicks.”

  The sound of Aaron’s laughter floating through his apartment made your heart swell. He had never been the tough, FBI unit chief around you, but he was also rarely so carefree and light. There was always a shield around him, especially with the way he would carefully choose his words so as to not give away too much of himself. He was always so guarded and unwavering.

  Aaron poked his head out of the kitchen, hair falling in his eyes. “In the interest of honesty, I’m fully planning on moving this to the bedroom before we even get halfway through the movie,” he admitted, his voice carrying even over the sound of popcorn in the microwave.

You giggled again and shook your head fondly, unable to stop the smile spread across your face at his words. Seeing him be so playful was like a gift — always a surprise, but never unwelcome. You lived for those small glimpses of the man you knew he was.

  Aaron went back to choosing the perfect movie night wine and you settled on the couch, turning on the TV and ready to pick out the goofiest, most feel-good movie you could find. Before you could pull Netflix up, however, the DVD that was already in the television began playing.

  The film was grainy and the camera work was shaky at best, so you weren’t sure exactly what you were watching at first. There was a church in the background and men dressed in nice suits. Kids dressed in their Sunday best ran around in the grass. The camera panned over to a couple who were clearly getting married, going by the big white dress the woman was wearing.

  The camera zoomed in on the couple and your heart dropped to your stomach, because there, right in the center of the screen was Aaron. It was a much younger version of him, of course, probably law school, but it was definitely him. 

  Oh god, this was his wedding video. Which meant that the beautiful, blushing bride wrapped in his arms and making him throw his head back in laughter was Haley.

  Aaron had told you about Haley and everything that had happened between the two of them right up to her murder pretty early on in your relationship with him, but then it was never really mentioned again. But you had heard the whispers on nights out with his team, listened to them all gossip amongst themselves about how “I never thought Hotch was ever going to move on?” .

  Despite every logical bone in your body screaming at you to change the film before Aaron came back into the living room, you couldn’t help but watch in morbid fascination. The Aaron on the screen was so different from the man you had come to love.

  You watched as the film Aaron spun Haley in circles and peppered her entire face in kisses. The entire time, they never once stopped touching each other, even if it was something as simple as holding each other’s hands. Aaron kept glancing over at Haley with the biggest heart eyes you had ever seen, and it was nothing like the way Aaron had ever looked at you. Even when the couple was supposed to be paying attention to the people giving speeches around them, Haley and Aaron kept sneaking glances at each other, mouthing “I love you” like it was the only thing they could think to say.

  Aaron looked so happy and so free and it was so unlike the man in the other room. In the year and a half you had been dating him, you had never seen Aaron with a smile so big. He never gave you PDA so freely, and it wasn’t something you realized you even wanted until you saw him do it with somebody else. Suddenly, you wanted to feel young and reckless and dizzy in love the way he looked back in the film.

  It was unfair to ask him to live every day with you feeling like it was his wedding day, and you knew it. Still, something stirred inside of you that made you crave for Aaron to look at you like that, even just once.

  What you had with Aaron now was safe and a certifiable “adult” relationship. Not to say it wasn’t nice, and there was plenty of passion and fun in it. All of your friends constantly expressed how envious they were that you had found somebody who was so stable yet still unpredictable and could sweep you off your feet with romantic dates under the stars. Being with Aaron felt like home for you, and you had always thought that he felt the same, although now you weren’t sure. It had never occurred to you that Aaron may not have ever really gotten over his first love.

  The microwave beeped, signaling that the popcorn was done and that Aaron would be back in the living room at any second, and you quickly switched the TV to Netflix, clicking whatever movie popped up first, not even bothering to look at the title. 

  Just in time, too, because not long after, Aaron made his way over to the couch, precariously carrying a bowl of popcorn, two wine glasses, and a bottle of a sweet red wine that had become a go-to for you both. He generally preferred red wine, but you hated the dryness of it and basically only drank sweet, dessert wines, so when the two of you found this one, it had seemed like fate. Most of your relationship with him felt like fate, honestly.

  You forced yourself not to think about the fact that Aaron was happily drinking white wine in the wedding video.

  “Either the definition of ‘chick flick’ has changed drastically,” Aaron started, plopping down next to you. “Or Mad Max is very different from what I remember.”

  “I decided to change it up, put on a movie neither of us will be invested in,” you lied, desperately fighting to keep your voice even. “That way we can move right into the bedroom portion of the night.”

  “I like the way you think, sweetheart,” he chuckled, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. His thigh was pressed against yours, but even then, he felt a million miles away from you.

  It was unfair to get so worked up over this whole wedding video thing, and you knew that. His time with Haley had ended long before he had even met you, and logically, you knew that people could fall in love multiple times. Still, that didn’t quell the anxiety that was bubbling in your stomach, making you queasy.

  Why was he even watching that video, anyway? Did he often sit right there on the very couch you were cuddling with him on and rewatch the happiest day of his life? After a date with you, did he ever come home conflicted about his own emotions and feeling guilty for moving on, and go down memory lane to remind himself who his real true love was? 

  You kept thinking about how giddy he had looked in that video, and how easy it had seemed for him to be with her. And Haley… God, how could you compete?

  She was stunning, no doubt about it, with her blonde hair and bright eyes that shined, even through shitty 90’s video camera quality. The pink on her soft-looking lips only seemed to make Aaron want to kiss them more and more, maybe to see if he could smudge her lipstick. It never once budged, though, because of course it didn’t. She seemed too perfect to have faded lipstick on her wedding day. She had floated across the makeshift dance floor, like a fucking Disney princess leaving a trail of fairy dust and sunshine everywhere she went. Everything about her seemed soft and kind and good, all things you had never once associated with yourself.

  It was no surprise that Aaron had decided he was going to marry her from the first time he saw her, as he had said in his vows. She was everything you could have ever wanted to be, and clearly, she was everything Aaron had ever wanted.

  Aaron’s voice snapped you out of your rapid descent into crippling insecurity. “I can hear you thinking from here, honey.”

  You took a long sip of your wine, avoiding his piercing gaze. “I’m just concentrating on the movie,” you lied.

  “The movie you picked specifically so that we didn’t have to pay attention?” he retorted, eyebrows raised. Really, you should have known better than to try and give him such a blatant lie. Aaron reached over you to grab the remote and paused the movie, placing his hand lightly on your knee. “What’s going on?”

  How could you even explain what you were feeling? It definitely wasn’t jealousy, although you almost wished it was. At least with jealousy, you could push it to the side as an awful, gross feeling that comes from years of internalized misogyny and being told that other women are inherently competition for the attention of men. You could deal with that feeling.

  But it wasn’t that at all. Despite Aaron’s obvious devotion to her, you found it hard (and a little twisted, if you were being completely honest) to be jealous of a woman who was violently murdered in her own home in front of her young child. Besides, jealousy would imply that you and Haley were on somewhat equal ground, which you so clearly weren’t. 

  Haley was his high school sweetheart, the love of his life, the woman he had chosen to have children with, and you…

  Well, at one point you thought you could have been that, too, but now you were faced with the fear that you were nothing more than a person to fill the hole in his heart that Haley had left. Even worse, however, was the sinking feeling that you weren’t sure if you were ever going to be enough to fill it completely. 

  “It’s stupid,” you stuttered out, avoiding Aaron’s eyes, which were so full of concern. That was the worst part. It would be one thing if Aaron didn’t love you, but he did love you. Just not in the way he loved her. “Don’t worry about me.”

  “It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.”

  “I—” You cut yourself off with a sigh and shifted on the couch so that you were facing him. “Am I enough for you?”

  Aaron looked about as taken aback by your question as you felt. You hadn’t meant to burst through the gate with that particular insecurity.

  “Are you enough for me?” he repeated slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, like the question didn’t make any sense. In all honesty, it probably didn’t. “If you mean ‘am I happy with you’, then yes. Incredibly. Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”

  That should have made you feel better, but it wasn’t the answer you were looking for. You absentmindedly picked at a loose thread on your sweater. “I saw your wedding video,” you admitted shamefully. It felt like you were a little kid getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar. “And, I don’t know… You looked so happy and so… alive with her. That’s a once-in-a-lifetime love, Aaron. I’m never going to be able to be that for you.”

  Aaron’s frown deepened, and for a moment you were worried that he was going to get angry at you for watching the video. Maybe you had tainted that one happy memory for him. But the lines on his face softened just a bit and he covered your hand with both of his.

  “Have you always felt like this?” he asked cautiously, attempting to keep all emotion off his face. “Like you’re not… enough?”

  You shrugged. “Sometimes. If I think about it too much. Especially when we first started dating. But never this intense. I guess since I had only heard stories of her, it was almost like she didn’t exist? But now that I’ve seen her and how you looked at her… I love you so much and I want you to be happy, but I’m scared I can’t be that for you. I’m sorry if I’ve crossed a line, but this has been eating me up from the inside for a while now and I—”

  “Hey, hey, hey,” Aaron cut you off mid-ramble, and you took a shuddering breath. Guilt was written all over him, which made you want to crawl into a hole and never be heard from again. “Have I done anything to make you think I’m unhappy?”

  “No, of course not! You’ve been nothing but wonderful. But I’m not Haley. I can’t make you as happy as she made you. And maybe this is selfish of me, but it hurts to know that you don’t love me the way you loved her.”

  Aaron’s frown deepened, but he still held on tightly to your hand. “I didn’t think you would want me to,” he said, and now it was your turn to be confused.

  You could practically see the gears turning in Aaron’s mind as he tried to find the right words to verbalize the floodgate of emotions that had just opened. Being vulnerable and open about his feelings wasn’t something he was very comfortable with, and it definitely didn't come easy for him. The fact that he was trying and willing gave you some comfort.

  “What I mean to say is…” he backtracked. “You’re right. You’re not Haley and the way I loved her is different from the way I love you. I love you differently because you’re different. And I’m different now, too. But different doesn’t mean less, and it never has. I would never want you to think that you’re just some consolation prize.”

  He was looking at you with such intensity and sincerity that you could have cried. “It’s just that when I realized you had been rewatching your wedding, I kept thinking that maybe she was your one love,” you explained nervously. “I don’t know what that leaves me.”

  Aaron took your hand that he was holding and moved it so that it rested on his chest and you could feel his heartbeat. “My love isn’t finite. I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.”

  You melted into his touch, and it was like the sun came peeking through the storm clouds. He didn’t have the exact same expression that 25-year-old him did on the wedding video, but it was something close. Maybe even something more. It was warm and inviting and felt like coming home after a long day. 

  “You’ve been nothing but the picture-perfect boyfriend,” you assured. “This is all me and my own insecurities. I saw that you had been watching the video and I just… spiraled, I guess.”

  Aaron mindlessly rubbed his thumb back and forth on your hand. “I should probably explain why I was watching it, then.”

  “God, no, you don’t owe me any explanations for what you—”

  “I was showing Jack,” Aaron interrupted, his voice soft. “He doesn’t remember her that much, and he definitely doesn’t remember when we were married. Most of his memories are of fighting or divorced parents. I wanted to show him that his parents loved each other.”

  Your face went hot as embarrassment spread through you. “Wow, that makes perfect sense and I feel like an idiot,” you breathed. “I’m sorry.”

  Aaron pressed a chaste kiss to your lips as he stood up from the couch. “You’re not an idiot, and you have nothing to be sorry for,” he promised. “Come on, let’s get changed into something a little nicer.”

  You looked down in confusion as your movie night outfit. “Why?”

  A mischievous glint flashed in Aaron’s eyes as he bent down and gave you another kiss, one much less chaste than the one before. “Because,” he mumbled against your lips. “I’m going to take you on a date and show you just how much I love you.”

[joviewinchester]

“You’re absolutely positive you can’t come with me?” Y/N asked Matt.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I work that day. Maybe you can ask Ty or Stefan or something.”

“Yep. Been there done that. Stefan has plans to hang out with Caroline and Tyler has another wedding to go to by some stupid twisted chance of fate. I hate June.”

“You can…well, I’m not even going to suggest that torture.” Matt said cutting himself off.

“What? Anything is better than the torture of my family trying to set me up with someone.”

“You could ask Damon, but then again, he’s literally the worst. I guess pick your poison. Damon Salvatore or wedding set up. Personally I’d go with the latter.”

Y/N patted Matt on the shoulder and sighed. “You don’t know my family.” She exited The Grill and reluctantly drove to the Salvatore Boarding House.

She knocked, and Damon immediately opened the door. “You know, I was wondering when the tension would catch up to you.” He smirked.

“That is not why I’m here, Damon. I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

Y/N sighed and took a deep breath before starting her rant. “I need a date to my relatives wedding, and i’ve already asked literally everyone else i know, so i know you probably hate me, but please say yes. Otherwise they’ll try to set me up with someone, and they have awful taste.”

“And what do I get out of agreeing to this?”

“Um…I don’t know? The wedding is literally tomorrow and I have no other option so…I have no clue. Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, huh? I’ll let you know when I figure out what that is. What time does this wedding start tomorrow?”

“Wedding’s from 5:00 to 6:00 and the reception’s from 6:30 to 10:00, unfortunately, I have to help with setup, so I have to be there three hours early, it was almost five luckily I got out of that, but I’m not going to make you deal with that, so I’ll leave from there early, come pick you up around 4:30. Dress nice…but not too nice. You’re already going to outshine the groom. My cousin does not know how to pick em.”

“That was a very trivial way of you saying you think I’m attractive. I’ll be ready, and don’t think I’ll forget that you owe me.”

“I wasn’t saying that! And I didn’t think you would forget. Not even for a second. And one more thing, please don’t eat any of my relatives.”

“Oh I’m not that bad. Why would I eat one of them when I could eat you?” He said eying her from head to toe.

“Stop making everything sexual! I’ll see you tomorrow!” She exclaimed as she brushed her hair to cover her red face.

He watched her as she walked back to her car, because let’s be honest with ourselves, he loved to see her walk away, then he shut the door and poured himself a glass of bourbon.

“Did Y/N just ask you to her cousin’s wedding?” Stefan asked walking downstairs.

“Why yes she did, brother.”

“Then you’re welcome. I don’t actually have plans with Caroline tomorrow. I told her that so she’d ask you. Don’t screw it up.”

“Really Stefan? I could’ve gotten the girl on my own. I’ve had plenty of practice.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Y/N is different. She likes you, but she doesn’t like you just because she wants to sleep with you. She likes you because she wants to be in a relationship with you. If you don’t want that, then don’t lead her on. Promise me you won’t lead her on.”

“Do you really think that low of me, Stef?” Damon asked placing his palm over his chest.

“I won’t hurt her. Believe it or not, I actually like her, and tomorrow I’m going to be a perfect angel around her family, and she’ll have no choice but to invite me to another family event. I will be the best fake boyfriend. Mark my words.”

The next day was absolute torture for Y/N to say the least. “Y/N, Mark and Angela have to be seated near the back. They have not earned the status of front and center. Move the cards.” Her cousin, Allison, was normally really sweet, but she was an extreme bridezilla.

Y/N rolled her eyes but did as she was told. She expected for Allison to follow her every order when her wedding came around.

“So, Auntie Bethany has invited a really cool guy to set you up with. His name is Reggie and he’s so much nicer than the last one.” Allison said taking a minute to rest, which did not bother Y/N one bit.

“First of all, I’m eighteen which is freshly out of high school, I don’t know why she thinks it’s so urgent for me to settle down. Second of all, mom is going to be real disappointed because I actually have a boyfriend now and I invited him. I mentioned him a few weeks ago to you.”

“Now that you say that, I remember you mentioning it.” Yeah, she didn’t say a word, but Allison bought it and that’s all that mattered. She’d been pushing her to get a date since the wedding was announced.

“Speaking of which, it’s 4:00 and I told him I’d be there to pick him up at 4:30. You don’t mind me leaving a bit early do you?”

“No. Of course not. Chloe, Lilly, and Amy will help me finish my makeup then I should be all ready! Can’t wait to meet this mysterious boyfriend of yours.”

Y/N waved at the other bridesmaids, who all glared back at her for leaving them alone, and got in her car to get Damon. She knocked.

“Just a minute!” She heard him call. He opened the door a couple minutes later.

She smiled brightly. “You look great.” She said.

“Yeah, and you look…gorgeous. Your cousin was very generous with the bridesmaids dresses.” Damon commented.

https://shoplook.io/outfit-preview/2847398

“Come on. If we’re late I will not hear the end of it.”

Once they arrived, there were literally like five minutes till the start of the wedding. “Shit.” She muttered. “Just sit down and avoid eye contact at all costs. I really wish she hadn’t made me a bridesmaid.” Y/N muttered the last part and got to her place.

The ceremony lasted forever. The only thing that made it tolerable was watching Damon mess with the dude sitting next to him.

“Oh my god. That was literally the longest wedding ever. Why the hell did she force us to wear heels?”

“On the bright side, you were definitely the hottest bridesmaid up there.”

She elbowed his side playfully. “Oh shut up. Now come on, we need to get going. If we’re late to the reception, my mom will kill me. I haven’t even got to talk to her yet.” Y/N to practically dragged Damon to the car.

Of course the reception was about as cliche as the ceremony. It was held in a big old barn decorated with fairy lights.

“There’s my mom. Come on, act coupley or whatever, and be on your best behavior would you?”

“Oh, Y/N I’m hurt. When am I not?” He wrapped an arm around her waist.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling slightly at his antics.

“Hey, mom.”

Her mother looked kind of upset. “Come on, Y/N. You should’ve told me you were bringing a date. Reggie is going to be disappointed.” Her mother motioned backwards towards a guy who was already making out with another bridesmaid.

“Yeah…that him? He doesn’t seem too upset. I wouldn’t worry about it. Mom, this is Damon, my boyfriend.”

They shook hands. “Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much, and can I just say, you look lovely this evening. Speaking of which, where’s the lucky man?”

“Oh, he’s just over there talking to the groom. I’m glad that Y/N has finally gotten a boyfriend. I was starting to think she was going to be single forever.”

“Mom, cool it, will you? I’m eighteen years old. I just enrolled in college. I’m not getting married anytime soon. I know that’s how people in our family usually do it, but I don’t want to be married and have three kids running around by the time I’m twenty five. Okay?”

“You may feel that way now, dear, but wait until the baby fever catches up to you.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I need a drink.” She mumbled with hostility.

“Y/N Y/M/N! You are not drinking any alcohol!” Her mother scolded after her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble. You just have fun. Raising a girl with that attitude must have kept you away from fun quite a bit.” Bethany laughed.

“You have no idea.”

Damon followed Y/N to the open bar, and found her with a wine glass filled to the very top.

“Dude, first of all you aren’t even of age, and second of all, do you really want to get drunk at a relative’s wedding? Answer, no. No you don’t.”

“You don’t know what I want, Damon. Just go charm off the pants of another middle aged woman.”

“I’m trying to be a perfect fake boyfriend so your mom will get off your back. Did you already drink one of these?” He asked taking the glass from her hands and swirling it around.

“Yeah, duh. Did you meet my mom? She makes it her mission to control every aspect of her life. I love her, but some alchohol would really help me love her even more. Here gimme that.” She said grabbing the glass from his hand. She downed the whole thing in one go as if it was just a shot glass.

“Y/F/N! No! You are banned from this bar for the rest of the night. Come on.” He hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Damon...what are you doing? You’re supposed to be the least responsible one in this fake relationship.” She whined.

“No. I’m supposed to be like a real boyfriend which means I have to keep you out of trouble and do everything I can to make your parents like me which is what I’m doing.”

“Come on. Just let me walk. I won’t do anything stupid. I promise.”

“No.” Y/N huffed.

“Fine. If you want some douchebags looking up my dress then whatever.”

“Fine! Okay fine. I’ll put you down, but only because I’m your douchebag, and I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise.”

They ran back into Y/N’s parents.

“Did you get her away from the bar before she went psycho?” Mrs. Y/L/N asked.

“No. I took away the wine glass and she took it back and chugged it.” Damon said glaring at her.

“I’m fine. See?” She walked in a straight line.

“Oh come on Bethany. Lighten up. If you think she isn’t too young to get married then don’t you think in that mindset that she isn’t too young to drink alcohol.” Her father, Chris, said.

Y/N snapped and pointed at her dad. “Yeah. He’s totally right? Ready to admit that eighteen is too young for someone to get married?”

“Fine. It’s too young. Now no more drinks for the rest of the night, missy.”

She smiled triumphantly, but then she started sulking again. “Rest of the night? As in I have to stay here for the rest of the night and not drink anything?”

“Fine. You can leave like an hour early, but come talk to me before you leave. Have fun, but not too much fun.”

Y/N smirked. “I thought you wanted grandkids?” Her dad choked on his drink.

“Y/N!”

“Kidding. I’m obviously kidding…mostly. Bye!”

“You’re a lot of fun when you’re not avoiding being killed by some type of villain. I like you when you’re not in serious mode.”

“I’m so so sorry that I don’t have any witchy woo or an immortal life, but you do have to admit, I am amazing with a crossbow.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sure you are. Even though you’ve almost hit me multiple times.”

“Exactly. I’m amazing with a crossbow. By the way, Allison wanted to meet you. We should get that over with.”

“Okay. That was uncalled for. You can’t just change the subject after admitting to trying to murder me multiple times.”

“You would have healed. What do you want me to do? Fall at your feet like Elena?” Y/N asked clearly passive aggressive.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. Stop walking for a second. Are you jealous of Elena?”

“What?! No. Why would I be? I don’t…I don’t even like you!”

“This wedding has proved that statement otherwise. Come on. Admit it. You. Are. Jealous. You want to get with all of this! You want to go for a ride on the Salvatore train!”

“No! No! No! I don’t! I don’t like you! I don’t want you! You... you infuriate me to no end!”

“But you like that don’t you? You like it when I get you all flustered. And don’t think I didn’t catch you blushing earlier when I called myself yours, given I said I was your douchebag, but you still blushed. Not to mention the fact that you put my hand back on your waist when we were walking back from the bar. You like me.”

“No I don’t! Everything that happened here was for show! It was for show.” She defended.

“The only reason you didn’t want to invite me to this wedding is because you knew that I would get your heart racing. Yeah. I can hear that.”

Y/N ran her hands over her face in frustration. “Oh. Don’t mess up your makeup. I can do that for you later.” Damon smirked. So what? His plan to be perfect didn’t last very long, but this plan seemed to be working just fine.

“Stop. Stop saying stuff like that.” She whisper shouted.

Damon leaned in. His mouth was only inches away from her ear. “Why? Does it…frustrate you?”

Y/N gave him a glare and crossed her arms, huffing. Damon smirked. She grabbed his wrist and took him outside.

Damon still had a smug look on his face. “You wanna know how you really make me feel? Yes, Damon! Yes you fucking frustrate me! You make me question my existence on a daily basis and sometimes I even wonder why me?! Why does he like me?! I’m no Elena. I’m not the perfect annoying ass girl next door, and I still don’t know the answer, but you know what?! Since you’re deciding to push me and push me until I explode, I love you, Damon Salvatore! I fucking love you!”

After seconds of tension filled silence and staring at each other, Damon smashed his lips against hers. She immediately kissed him back. She felt his hands gradually slide further down her back, until they were groping her ass. She pushed him away out of spite. “No.” She stated crossing her arms defiantly.

“Really? You’re going to be like this? Now?”

“Yes. Yes I am. Say it back and maybe I’ll be more lenient.” She sassed.

“I thought it was a given. I’ve literally been flirting with you and pining after you for months, Y/N. Of course I love you.”

“Was that so hard?” She joked. She leaned in to kiss him again, this time resting his hands on her butt. He squeezed her ass making her gasp, and slipped his tongue in her mouth.

“Woah. Woah. Woah. This isn’t your honeymoon Y/N.” Allison had walked out of her own reception looking for her.

“Oh, shit. Sorry Alli. So what’s up?” Y/N asked slightly out of breath.

“Well, I was promised that I could meet your mystery man, but you were nowhere to be found. I decided to look for you myself. Aunt Bethany was complaining about your grandkids joke earlier. I didn’t think you were serious.” She joked.

“So, this is Damon. Damon this is my cousin, Allison.”

“Nice to finally meet you. By the way Y/N, I connected the dots, and I realized after getting out of the point where I was completely freaking out, sorry about that by the way, that this is the same Damon that you literally used to call me just to complain about on the daily.”

“Hey, now. Let’s not bring that up, especially the things that I said…” Allison cut her off.

“She used to call me and talk about how annoying you were. I believe one time she called you a flaming douche nozzle? That sounds about right. Every single call always ended with her saying he is so infuriatingly attractive. It’s not even fair.” She knew she was embarrassing her cousin, and to be honest she loved it.

“Hey! He doesn’t need an ego boost! Trust me. I would know.”

“Okay. Okay. All jokes aside, if you are leaving, your mom and dad wanted to talk to you. Oh, and I won’t tell them about this little encounter. I know how they can be.” Allison winked and walked back in the building.

“Was it just me, or did we just get permission from the bride to leave? Come on we have got to hurry up and talk to my parents so we can get out of here.”

“What’s got you in such a rush to leave?” Damon winked.

“None of that. Stop. No. No. Bad.” She said pointing her finger at him.

“Relax. I won’t be myself, but only for you.” They walked back into the reception making a bee line to her parents.

“Hey mom, we’re about to head out.”

“Y/N, your lipstick is a little smudged.” Her mom said. Damon had to look away to stop himself from laughing.

“Huh. Is it? Must’ve been from where I got a drink. Anywho I love you guys and we will see you later.”

“Wait a second. Damon would you like to come over for dinner this Friday?”

“Of course. I’d love to Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Great. We cannot wait to see you again. Alright. I won’t keep you. Have a nice night.” They both waved goodbye to her parents and headed back to the Salvatore house. They walked in, and Damon poured a couple of glasses of bourbon.

“I have been accepted by your family. I’d say this calls for celebration.”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to drink, dad.”

“Oh shut up. You can do whatever the hell you want when your parents aren’t there to witness it.” Y/N rolled her eyes, and flopped on the couch.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep no matter what you say.”

“Come on then.”

“Where?”

“If you’re going to sleep then you’re coming with me to a comfy bed, not the couch.” Instead of waiting for her to reapond or get up, he slug her over his shoulder and took her upstairs.

“Goodnight, Damon.” She said sleepily.

“Goodnight, sleeping beauty.”

[j-amespotter]

★ august [pt. 1] - s. b.

“you weren’t mine to lose.”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader, Regulus Black x Reader (mentioned)

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Summary: As one of the Order of the Phoenix’s freshest recruits, love certainly was not on Sirius Black’s mind the summer after he finished school – especially not with a Slytherin, who just happened to be his brother’s girlfriend.

Genre/Warnings: angst, alcohol, language, mentions of death & war, infidelity, implied smut 

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: august but from the guy’s pov?? i think yes. this was the first one-shot i wrote for this series so let me know what you think! lmk if you wanna be added to my taglist. p.s. i do not condone cheating!!!!!! 

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Your lips were centimeters apart. It seemed too late to change course, but he had to ask. He had never done something so reckless, which for him, was saying something. “Are you sure?”

He was scared of the answer. One look at you told him you were scared of answering. “We’ve never… I mean, I’ve never done this before,” you whispered. Your noses grazed against each other, tantalizingly close. 

His hand hovered underneath your robes. It felt large against your bare stomach. “We can stop.” 

“I don’t want to stop.” With one hand around his neck and the other on his chest, you tugged him closer. The moment your lips met erased his doubts so fully that if he stopped to think about it, it would have scared him.

Your shoes slipped off as he delicately lifted you off of your feet. Gently, he laid you down on his bed and paused to stare at how small and trusting you looked in the moment. It was only your fifth visit to his flat, yet you already looked like you belonged. He would never have expected someone from his forgotten life to fit into his current one so unquestionably. 

*One Week Earlier*

It was getting easier and easier to slip away from Regulus these days. While you were accustomed to seeing less of each other during the summer holidays, now you were more distant than ever. You knew why, of course. Being a Slytherin, you were privy to an entire host of secrets – Regulus was too. Hogwarts’ rowdiest, most divided class graduated just a month earlier, and many of your friends, if you could even call them that, had chosen a side in this war. His side. 

You knew Regulus agreed with the Dark Lord’s philosophies and marveled at his promises. However, it was not until this school year that you realized exactly how much your boyfriend worshipped the elusive man responsible for the murders of so many innocent people. He would scour the Daily Prophet for news, eager but not uneasy. He trailed after Snape, Avery, and Mulciber, and the whisperings about the three of them were hardly positive. It was rumored that all of them had been "marked." You didn’t know exactly what that meant but worried Regulus was next. 

He sensed your fear but didn’t say much to soothe you. Perhaps he thought he could convince you to join him – or, at least, stand by his side as he signed away his services. You weren’t interested. In fact, you were terrified. Though your family was prominent, prosperous, and pureblood, they never participated in what your father coined to be “blood politics.” Your indifference, which occasionally transformed into blatant disgust, over the growingly common prejudice among your peers ostracized you from your fellow Slytherins. You managed to keep your reservations to yourself for the sake of House unity but could no longer remain silent. Not when your childhood love drifted further and further away from you. 

It was slow, but of course, there was a final straw. In his last letter, Regulus wrote that his cousin Bella was teaching him how to duel “the proper way.” As someone who saw nothing substandard in your Defense Against the Dark Arts education thus far, you could only imagine what Bellatrix Lestrange would consider to be the “proper” way to duel. You had limited experience with the woman, having only caught glimpses of her as a child at Grimmauld Place and as Regulus’s date to her wedding. Nonetheless, the rumors about her were becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

So you sought the one person you thought may listen to you. Of course, there was the issue of finding him. You had no idea where he lived, though you doubted he would be thrilled to meet you, especially at his place of residence. You thought of writing to him but could not risk seeing and sending the words you had not yet uttered aloud. 

Ultimately, you decided that the best course of action was to find him in public, no matter how difficult it would be. You knew if you willed it hard enough, fate would bring him to you – and you understood the power of your love better than anyone. 

It took six days of solitary walks through Diagon Alley for you to finally find him. It wasn’t easy at all. You managed to keep your parents at bay by entrusting your safety with your pureblood Slytherin status. However, what was once the most bustling shopping center in the Wizarding World became drearier by day. More wanted posters appeared on brick walls as the number of disappearances grew. Within days, there were fewer groups of visitors for you to huddle behind without drawing suspicion. 

He was in the Leaky Cauldron with a shorter man, someone you recognized to be Peter Pettigrew. They were huddled together but deep in conversation. Actually, it seemed as though he was doing most of the talking. You found yourself staring at his muscular, tattooed arms as he gestured wildly at Pettigrew, who stared at him with wonder, excitement, and apprehension all at once. Despite the normal-looking exchange, both men gripped their wands tightly and took turns periodically glancing over their shoulders. 

Peter was too far away for you to read his lips, but checked his watch and jumped in surprise. You inched closer, hoping to find an in for your mission. Finally, you were close enough to hear his parting words. “Sorry, Padfoot... Mum’s waiting for me. You know how she gets, especially now.” 

“Alright, mate. Get home safe. I’ll see you… when I see you.” 

You were not stupid. You had no idea what that meant, but judging by Peter’s stiff nod, there was definitely a predetermined meeting time and place that they could not risk anyone overhearing. Given the circumstances, you could hardly blame them. 

Your interaction with Sirius Black was limited, but you had heard enough about him to know that he was reckless, devil-may-care, and according to his brother, inconsiderate of everyone’s feelings. Hearing the sincerity in his goodbye to his friend sounded quite the opposite, or perhaps was just a sign of the times. 

Peter scurried away and out of sight. You saw Sirius reach for a pouch in his pocket, out of which he scooped a handful of Sickles. They clattered onto the table. Before he finished counting his change, you slid into the seat across from him. 

Startled, Sirius stood and pointed his wand at you. His motions were seamless. It was as if he could kill you with a single swish. You hardly had time to wonder if you would be as skilled with your wand as he seemed to be when you finished school. “Listen, I just want to talk. Please sit down.” There weren’t too many other customers in the pub, but there was no doubt your exchange was attracting attention. 

Sirius sneered at you. “Why would I want to talk to you? Did he send you? Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it.”

It surprised you that he knew who you were. Regulus was convinced that Sirius abandoned the Black family once and for all and did not care for his extracurricular activities. Granted, much of your scheme relied on the fact that he did. “No, he didn’t send me. I need to talk to you about him, actually. In private.”

He looked apprehensive but curious. You sighed in relief as he lowered his wand and sat down, “Whatever you have to say, you can say it here.” 

“Please,” you tried again. “I’m no threat to you.” 

He stared at you, and in his pale eyes you saw something so familiar yet so foreign. “Fine. Follow me.” 

He swiftly led you out of the pub. Although you were eager, you maintained an acceptable distance from him. The air was sticky; you could feel your flushed cheeks. You always hated summer because of the unbearable weather and because it was always the longest you would spend apart from Regulus. However, you found yourself entranced by the way Sirius’s neckline glistened. There was a warm glow radiating off of the little bits of his exposed skin, slightly tanner than his brother’s. You were surprised at how easy it was to distinguish these details. You always considered yourself to be too young for and morally above noticing Regulus’s physique. It was far too shallow to remark on a man's physical beauty and far too desperate when all you could see were his neck and arms. 

“Get your license yet?” 

You shook your head. “No, not yet.” 

“Okay,” said Sirius, extending a hand. “I’ll take you with me.” 

You were used to Side-Along Apparition, so your surprise was more at your surroundings. You landed on a street in front of a very tall building. Craning your neck to observe the one in front of you, you asked, “Where are we?” 

“London,” he answered vaguely. He had not let go of your hand. 

“I figured. But this looks like a Muggle building.” 

“Got a problem with that?” He snapped, and as if he had just realized what he was doing, he let go of your hand as if it was rotting. 

You internally groaned at how sweaty it was. “N-No. I’ve just never been around here, that’s all.” 

You waited for a snarky response, but received none. Instead, he pushed open the door of the building and led your to what you could only assume was his flat. 

“I would say make yourself at home, but don’t.” Sirius did not have guests often, and when he did, they definitely did not include his little brother’s girlfriend. Damn, he thought to himself. Wait until James hears about this. 

You were still in school – although, so was he, just a month earlier. But you were in a rival house. And worst of all, he had seen you in the same position, perched onto a sofa with inquisitive eyes, when you both were children at his parents’ house. It was curious to him that you looked just as out of place then as you did now. 

“I know this is strange, but I have no other choice.” Your voice broke off and for the tiniest millisecond, he felt sorry for you. “I think he’s… I mean I feel that… that R-Regulus is planning on joining the Dark Lord.” “Call him Voldemort, will you?” Sirius interrupted irritably. 

You flinched. “I really shouldn’t.”

Though he was annoyed, he understood and did not probe you further. “Listen, I don’t know what you thought trying to find me, or even how you found me for that matter, but I can’t help you. I know what you’re worried about and you’re probably right to be worried. But I tried talking to him before I ran – I mean, left. He won’t budge. He’s in too deep. Sorry,” he added. 

Your eyes glossed over. “I figured you’d say that.” Tears streamed down your rosy cheeks. “S-Sorry, I don’t mean to load this on you. I just feel so alone sometimes. And so scared for him. He really has no idea what he’s getting himself into, does he?”

Sirius stared at you, contemplating whether he should tell you what his dim-witted brother was really getting himself into. He only started to see it for himself now. “I’m not sure what I should tell you, but I understand. If you want to talk about it…” 

You glanced at him in wonder, cocking your head to the side. “Er, thanks. But I should get home. My parents must be worried. Can I Floo out of here?” 

You looked even more upset than before, and Sirius felt guilty for leaving everything so unresolved. Although, should he really care about your feelings? Anyone who willingly chose to spend time with a tosser like Regulus probably deserved whatever hell he would put them through… although… 

“Yeah, I installed one,” he said, gesturing to the fireplace. 

Wiping your eyes nimbly, you stood and smoothed the front of your robes. “Thank you. Sorry if it was a bother.”

“No problem. I know… I know that you aren’t like them. And I know what you’re going through. Probably better than anyone.”

You smiled at him, and without warning, his stomach flipped. It couldn’t have been the first time he’d seen you smile, but it was definitely the first time you smiled at him. Maybe you had once before when you were children. For now, all Sirius seemed to hone in on was the soft dimple on your right cheek and the way your eyes lit up almost automatically. 

“If you ever need to talk about it, you can always come around here.” He knew it was strange for him to offer you that, but you had known each other for so long. You both had the same doubts… perhaps you lacked the bravery to act on them as he did, though he could hardly fault you for that. 

“Thank you, Sirius,” you said softly. 

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It was more than sex. You would spend hours talking, entangled in his bedsheets, watching the sunrise together for several mornings in a row. Sirius glanced warily at the clock on his bedside table. “Where do your parents think you are?”

You were drawing circles on his bare chest. “I told them I was with him.” 

Despite being the reason you sought him out, it became an unspoken rule between the two of you to not mention his name. The subject of Regulus and, by extension, the war became as taboo as saying Lord Voldemort. 

He hated it. He tried to convince himself that he was acting on lust, that he just needed to relieve his stress of the war and Order training, but he couldn’t. Not when every time you arrived unannounced, he scribbled excuses to get out of dinner with the Potters, or drinks with the boys, or hell, even Order meetings. 

Sirius wished he could explain it to James. Surely, his best friend would convince him of the stupidity of engaging in an affair with his brother’s girlfriend. But then he would watch you wearing his shirt, sipping wine, and dancing barefoot in his kitchen. He would imagine you wrapping your arms around his waist on his new motorcycle and his insides would implode. Then, he would decide that he did not want to be dissuaded. He was falling for you. One look at you told him you were falling for him too. 

“Where have you been, mate? The parents are driving me up a wall about you. Lily’s convinced you’ve got a girlfriend or something,” joked James. 

They were sitting in the pub on a night Sirius knew you had a family function to attend. He swallowed bitterly as he wondered whether or not Regulus would be there. Were you together right now? Did you confess? Was he angry? Were you crying?

Noticing his best friend’s silence, James raised an eyebrow. “Do you? Have a girlfriend or something?”

Sirius knew he could not lie to James, but he debated exactly how much he wanted to delve into the subject. “Or something.” Before he could he stop himself, the secrets were spilling off of his tongue. 

When he finished, Sirius wasn’t sure if he felt better or worse. He tried to focus on James’s hazel eyes as they widened at every turn in the story. “Mate… you’re fucked.”

He tried not to ponder at these words too hard in the hopes that he wouldn’t splinch himself Apparating back to his flat. It didn’t shock him to see you there – he had allowed you too much access to everything and he had no intention of taking it back.

Emerald green dress robes were slipping off of your shoulders. With pearls draped around your neck and pieces of hair straying out of your topknot, Sirius could not help but swoon at how beautiful you looked. He wondered briefly what it would have been like if you had chosen him over Regulus. What if there was no foul play? Would you be happy? Or would you run away, as you had with his brother?

He was still tipsy. James’s warnings ran scattered in his brain, ringing like a siren. But they mattered little now that you were in front of him. “How was–” 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you interrupted. Then you stepped forward and tugged at his half-unbuttoned shirt, pressing your lips against his. “Make me forget.” 

“Consider it done.” 

Your bare limbs tangled together as you shared wine-drunk, open-mouthed, sporadic kisses, giggling and whispering words of sensual encouragement. How did you become so in sync in a matter of weeks? Sirius had never fallen this hard. “I’m yours, (Y/N).” 

You hummed in satisfaction, fingers wound up in his hair. 

“I mean it,” he urged. “I love you.” 

You didn’t respond. Strange, he thought to himself. You never hesitated in reciprocating, ever. When he jumped, you jumped with him, no questions asked. He glanced at the clock from over your shoulder and watched it strike midnight. It was the first of September. “You’re due at King’s Cross today, aren’t you?”

You nodded, not meeting his eyes. 

He chuckled darkly. All of a sudden, he felt cold and strangled. He wanted to push you far away and yet, pull you close to him so you had no hope of escaping. “Will you write to me?” 

“Sirius…” 

“Don’t,” he snapped. “Don’t say my name like that. I should have known… fucking snake.” 

He hadn’t let go of you. “I’m sorry darling,” you whispered, “but I can’t give up on him yet.” 

It was all he had to hear. He couldn’t think of how he was going to recover from this, not when you were lying right in front of him. “I think you should go.” 

“M-Maybe someday we can–” “Forget it.” He should have seen this coming from the second you walked up to him in the pub. You had come to him for Regulus and now you were leaving him for Regulus. Yet another bit of happiness his brother snatched away from him. But even so... he was your first and Regulus would never know. He would never know that you lost yourself in him. His no-good elder brother. But none of that mattered now, not when you were going back to him. After all, at the end of the day, you were his. 

I should have known. Sirius silently cursed at himself, watching the retreating figure of the girl he had fallen in love with. He should have known that you were always on borrowed time. You were gone quicker than the seasons change, and left with him your sweaty, sun-kissed memories. 

PART 2

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Taller

Written for @kataang-week

Day 1: Height Difference

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Despite the ever-present cold, Katara wiped sweat from her brow as she stood back to look proudly at the building made of ice she had just finished. The Southern Water Tribe was swelling faster than anyone had anticipated, and now looked much more like its northern counterpart, with actual streets, canals, and buildings carved with waterbending, instead of the hodgepodge of tents and igloos that Katara had grown up in.

A large part of it had been personally built by Katara herself, and if she was being honest with herself it had long since become unnecessary. A migration of people from the Northern Tribe had come to help rebuilding, swelling the population, and even some Earth Kingdom natives had taken up residence, hoping to establish trade between the two nations for the first time in a hundred years, but they still weren't enough to compare to the population of a proper major city, so large sections of the construction Katara had been working on would remain empty for the foreseeable future.

She knew why she kept going, though. It took her mind off how much she missed Aang.

They had gotten a few months together in peaceful, laugh-filled bliss. But ironically, the same newfound peace that had allowed her to finally slow down and sort out her feelings for Aang, was also what made her finally realize how homesick she was. She had been running all over the world for close to a year, never really having time to think about Gran Gran or all the other people she had left, but as happy as she was in her new daily routine, it still didn't feel like home. Plus, her father had been away from home even longer than she had, and she wanted to make up for lost time. So when he had told Katara and Sokka that he was about to make the journey south, they had both known that they had to join him.

But the world still needed their Avatar, and they needed him in the thick of things, not at the bottom of the world. A hundred years of tension and hostility between the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom hadn't vanished overnight, and new fighting threatened to break out every day, even if it wasn't being ordered by the Earth King or Fire Lord, so Aang had his hands full with his duty as peacekeeper and mediator. He couldn't go home with her.

It had broken her heart, and she hadn't known how to tell him she was leaving, but of course she hadn't needed to. With a smile, her sweet boyfriend had been the one to bring it up, insisting that she needed to go with her family, or Sokka would surely cause some kind of catastrophe without her there to look after him, and promised that he would follow her as soon as he could.

That had been seven months ago, and while the pain of missing Aang wasn't as sharp anymore, there were still multiple times a day when she thought about looking down into his gray eyes, or how nicely he fit curled up against her as they lounged on sofas or grassy hillsides.

And her inability to get Aang off her mind certainly wasn't helped by the fact that everyone in the tribe was constantly teasing her about being the Avatar's girlfriend. Every time she would walk past a group of younger girls, they would giggle loudly with each other and, if they were feeling bold, ask if the Avatar was a good kisser. Even Sokka was still coming up with new immature jokes every day; one would think he would get tired of it by now.

So here she was, enjoying her rare piece of solitude on the outskirts of the ever-growing ice city, making it even bigger.

"You know, the basic idea of going home to your family is to actually spend time with your family." Sokka's voice from behind her made her jump.

"Only if Gran Gran stops making wedding plans for both of us," she answered over her shoulder with a laugh.

"You're in luck, it's actually far worse than that," Sokka sighed, putting an arm around his sister's shoulder. "Her target has shifted, now she's of the opinion that it's time for Dad to find another wife."

Katara spun away from him to face him and her mouth gaped open. "WHAT!?" she shrieked so loudly it echoed off of the surrounding ice.

"Yeah, so stop being a loner and come back with me, we need a united front to squash this," said Sokka, and Katara was more than willing to start following him back towards the center of the settlement.

They were approaching their family's hut, right near the edge of the ice shelf where most of the villagers were still clustered, when something made both of them stop dead in their tracks.

To the north, across the water, she heard the distant sound of a loud, low roar. The unique sound of the roar of a sky bison.

Katara and Sokka looked at each other and their faces split into wide grins. They forgot their current familial crisis and ran towards the edge of the ice, waving frantically at the dark dot growing bigger in the distance. Katara was jumping up and down by the time Appa came in for a landing and she could make out Aang's beaming face. The bison's feet hadn't even touched snow yet when Aang leapt off his head and landed in front of Katara, and they both threw their arms around each other and shared a passionate kiss, trying to pour seven months worth of affection into it.

Katara felt like she was floating. She couldn't stop a very girly giggle rising up from her throat as she pulled Aang's face down to kiss him harder—

Wait. Down?

Her eyes snapped open and she suddenly pushed him away to arm's length.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she looked up and down at her boyfriend. No, she hadn't imagined it. He now had a few inches on her. He had shot up so far so fast that he looked like he had been stretched like taffy, his build skinnier than ever and lanky.

Aang frowned in confusion at her reaction. "What's wrong?"

"You're taller," said Katara, like this was a grave betrayal on his part.

"Than what?"

"Than me."

"I've always been taller than you!"

She put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at him to say, Really? But Aang maintained his completely straight face. "Aang, everyone knows, I'm the tall, intimidating waterbending master, you're my tiny, adorable squirrelmunk of a boyfriend."

"What? NO!" Sokka's voice called from Appa's side.

Katara and Aang turned to see Sokka's look of despair. He had finally noticed Aang's change after helping a very grumpy and now-actually-blind Toph down from Appa's back and onto the ice.

"Ugh, I know, right?" grumbled Toph. "I've had to switch from short jokes to skinny jokes, which aren't nearly as fun."

"But I've got seven months worth of short jokes I've been sitting on!" Sokka whined pitifully. He, Toph, and Zuko had greatly enjoyed making fun of Aang for being shorter than his girlfriend.

Katara looked triumphantly back at Aang, daring him to keep the charade up, but he couldn't keep it in anymore and his face broke out into a mischievous grin, and soon he was laughing heartily, which Katara joined him in, despite her best efforts.

"Okay, you got me," said Aang. "But in my defense, I never expected you to get this….upset about it? I actually thought you'd be impressed, and maybe more than a little attracted. Is it really a bad thing that I'm taller than you?"

"Well I don't know….maybe," she said with a pout she hoped looked cute. "You were the perfect height for me to kiss you on the forehead. Now I have to pull you down." She did exactly that and planted a kiss in the center of his arrow. "See? Far too much effort."

"You're right, I'll miss that," admitted Aang. "However, if I may make a counterpoint," he pulled her close and easily planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Hmmm," Katara hummed in contentment, closing her eyes and smiling. "I suppose we can make due with that."

Their romantic moment was interrupted by Sokka and Toph doing a loud duet of simulated vomiting noises.

"Oh, like you wouldn't be doing the same thing if Suki were here!" said Katara nastily.

"Yeah, sorry Sokka, but the Kyoshi Warriors are providing additional security for Zuko," said Aang more kindly.

Sokka's face fell, and he sighed. But then, his face lit up and he gave a wicked smile that Katara didn't like at all. "Well, there is one upside to that. That means all the attention will be on you two."

"What attention?" asked Aang.

Leading Toph with one hand, Sokka placed his other one on Katara's shoulder and started leading her back to their family hut.

"Come on, sister, with the Tribe's biggest golden couple reunited again, it won't be Dad's love life that Gran Gran is sticking her nose into."

Katara groaned and considered jumping into the ocean.