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In the Blink of a Lens
Summary: When Spencer Reid finally succumbs to technology and gets a smartphone, he takes a tentative step into the digital world by sending his best friend (and colleague) Y/N a picture. What starts as an innocent attempt to embrace modern tech leaves Y/N flustered as the seemingly innocent gesture forces her to confront feelings sheâs been ignoring for years. Neither of them is prepared for the powerful impact of a single, innocent photo as the lines between friendship and something more start to blur.
(AKA Spencer sends the above selfie and reader gets horny because his hand is quite literally swallowing the phone HAHAHA)
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. Hand kink/fixation. Overstimulation. Oral (both m and f receiving). Fingering. Unprotected sex/P in V sex (do as I say not as I do and STAY PROTECTED IRL!!). Dirty talk/praise kink. Softdom!Spencer and bratty!sub!reader. Some religious phrasing (because who are fanfic writers really without it?) Pull-out method used (again, do as I say not as I do!!) Very brief mention of a sex toy (doesn't get used). Fluffy smut. Two idiots in love/best friends to lovers trope. <3
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!BAU!reader
A/N: This is my humble contribution to the Spencer Reid hand kink supremacy (no but seriously how are his hands THAT attractive??). This is kinda sorta an AU I guess because I wrote this with season four Reid in mind but I'm not sure (and Google will not give me a clear answer) if that type of iPhone was around then so let's just pretend it was for the sake of the fic pls. :') Also the "Sincerely, Spencer Reid" was a direct nod to B99's very own Raymond Holt because I could definitely see him and Spence handling tech the same way LMAO. As always, please tell me what you think! :) If you enjoy it, please like, reblog, and share it with your friends! <3 Thank you and I love you all :) (I also ask that my work not be uploaded to other platforms or translated without my explicit permission. Thank you!)
"Am I doing this selfie thing right? Sincerely, Spencer Reid"
The screen felt almost blinding in the dim lighting of Y/N's bedroom as she stared slack-jawed at the image open on her phone.
Spencer finally upgraded to a smartphone a week ago after an unfortunate crash to the ground (stupid raised sidewalk) shattered the old flip phone that had long ago earned him the nickname "Grandpa" from his pain-in-the-ass-loving best friend. Y/N had never seen a man so devastated over losing what was essentially a brick that made calls, so to cheer him up, she helped him pick out a new phone and set it up.
She was beginning to regret that decision as she gawked at the selfie Spencer had sent.
It was sweetâan innocent photo of him sitting in his car, just after finishing the paperwork heâd insisted on handling alone, despite her offers to help. He'd banished her to her apartment, as stubborn as ever. The shot was taken in his rearview mirror, a faint grin tugging at his lips, his maple-toned eyes obscured by the phone. There was nothing about the image that should have made her pulse quicken. But when the realization hit her, a rush of warmth flooded her face.
It was his hand.
His hand seemed almost too big for the phone, dwarfing it as he snapped the picture. It wasnât that she hadnât noticed how large his hands wereâeveryone didâbut sheâd never given it much thought. Until now. Watching the way his fingers effortlessly swallowed the device, she couldnât tear her eyes away. There was something about the sheer size of his hand, the way it seemed to overpower the phone, that made her suddenly hyper-aware of every detail.
His fingers were long, elegant, and well-cared-for; fingers that seemed capable of touching parts of her she'd never been able to reach on her ownâ
No. No, no, no. There was absolutely no way she was having these thoughts about Spencer Reid. Spencer, her endearingly awkward best friend of four years. Her rock. Her partner in the field. The man sheâd always thought of as just thatânothing more. Well...
Y/N did have a crush on him once, in the earliest stages of their friendship. But it was just a small, silly, unreciprocated crush that she locked away in the deepest parts of her subconscious so that she could at least still be his friend. She accepted that it would never happen and moved on. Or she thought she had...
A muffled curse leaves Y/N's lips as she realizes she never responded, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard as she struggles to think of a response. Since when has she ever struggled to talk to Spencer? Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with her tonight? Was she ovulating?
"Next time, show off those pretty brown eyes of yours and you've got it down pat :)"
Okay... That sounded way flirtier than she intended... But that's how they usually joked with each other, right? She was just overthinking everything because she was exhausted from their most recent case. That's it.
"Also... why have you not put your phone case on yet?? You're practically begging for another sidewalk incident to happen, Grandpa."
That's better. That feels normal.
She sets her phone down on her nightstand, picking up her abandoned book to continue reading. Y/N's heart rate is almost back to normal when her phone's ringtone blaring startles her, the book falling to her lap with a muted thud. An annoyed groan rumbles in her throat as she reaches over to grab the device, internally praying it wasn't Hotch calling with another case. They had JUST gotten back from Ohio not even six hours ago and she just wanted to restâ
To her surprise, it was Spencer calling.
"It's awfully late for you to be calling, Grandpa," Y/N drawled as she answered the call, her lips curling up into a grin as she heard Spencer scoff on the other line. "Shouldn't you be in bed by now?"
"I am in bed," Spencer grumbled in response, and she could hear some shuffling as he got comfortable. "And I put the case on right after I sent the selfie, thank you very much. Speaking of, did you know that the origin of selfies was actually believed to be..."
Spencer launched into a thorough explanation of not only the origins of selfies but also a detailed account of why self-portraits came about. Y/N hung onto every word, just as she always did when he spoke. Most people found his rambling to be annoying, but not her. She thought it was fascinating how much information he kept tucked away in that brain of his and was more than willing to listen and ask questions about anything he blurted out.
The conversation stretches on for another hour, neither of them wanting to be the one to end it. Itâs not until the fifth yawn escapes Spencer that Y/N finally chuckles into the phone before reluctantly saying goodnight. Spencerâs voice is warm as he wishes her sweet dreams, and the call ends with the soft beep of disconnecting. And, for the first time in a long while, sweet dreams she did haveâŠ
"Does that feel good? Hm, pretty girl?" Spencer murmured into her ear as she writhed between his spread legs, her bare back pressed flush to his clothed chest.
The night had started with celebratory drinks after finally closing one of their more grueling cases, the team getting some much-needed relaxation and bonding in. Spencer was Y/N's designated driver as per usual since he didn't drink, instead choosing to nurse a soda as he eyed Y/N down from across the booth.
He was directly across from her, snugly between Derek and Hotch. But he wasn't paying attention to them. His eyes had been fixated on her from the moment she'd come back from the bar with Emily and Penelope, tracing the contours of her flushed face as she tipped her head back and took another shot.
Y/N had no intentions of getting completely drunk, instead choosing to remain just tipsy enough to enjoy the warmth that flowed through her body from the alcohol and maintain a steady buzz. That way she could be aware of her surroundings while also enjoying herself and the company of her team.
The bar was dim, the pounding of her heartbeat matching the beat of the music bumping overhead as her gaze fell on Spencer. Her brows furrowed at the unabashedly hungry look in his eyes, her tongue poking out to wet her lips subconsciously. She had to have been hallucinating. There was no way he'd be looking at her like that... right?
But he had been. And that same look is exactly what led them to where they were now, with Spencer propped up against her headboard holding her at his mercy while his fingers pumped tirelessly into her drenched pussy. She was sure the sight of them was downright filthy, an erotic contrast of her completely bare body pressed against his fully clothed one.
Y/N was in shambles, her legs trembling as her nails dug uselessly into his thighs while soft whimpers and moans flowed freely from her kiss-swollen lips. Her mind was reeling, a dizzying mixture of the remaining alcohol in her system, the pleasure coiling tightly in her lower stomach, and the knowledge that it was Spencer causing said pleasure.
She was so, so close... just a few more strokes of his fingers and...
A sharp gasp sounded through the bedroom as Y/N jolted awake, her chest heaving as she shakily sat up to turn off her alarm. She blinked hard, attempting to clear the fog from her vision as she fell back into her pillows. The dull aching between her thighs served as a sore reminder of what she was so close to achieving in her dream...
Her eyes snapped open as the memory of the dream hit her like a tidal wave. Guilt, confusion, and sheer horror crashed over her, and she groaned, her hands dragging down her face in frustrated disbelief. Sheâd just had a dreamâa wet dreamâabout Spencer Fucking Reid.
What had gotten into her?
Before she could dive too deep into why her crush on Spencer had apparently resurfaced with a vengeance after being dormant for so long, her phone dinged with a message from the genius himself. It felt like the universe was rubbing salt in the wound, taunting her for the forbidden thoughts she couldnât seem to shake about her best friend.
Spence <3: Are you going to get coffee? Sincerely, Spencer Reid
Y/N snorted out a laugh at how he signed his text, shaking her head as she responded.
Y/N: ... Spence, you don't have to sign your name on each text. I have your number saved. And yes, I am :)
A minute passes before his response comes through.
Spence <3: Oh. Well then, can you also bring me coffee please?
Y/N: Of course I can <3
Her earlier guilt lingers in the pit of her stomach as she sets the phone down, rolling out of bed with a sigh to begin getting ready for work. How was she going to face him after having a dream like that? Maybe it was a fluke; a one-off occurrence manifested from her lack of sexual endeavors so her brain had no choice but to use Spencer as a fill-in for her fantasies.
Opting to pretend it never happened so she could face her best friend later, Y/N finished getting ready and left for the café, determined to get there on time for work.
The elevator dinged as Y/N strolled into the bullpen, her and Spencer's usual orders in hand and a soft smile on her face. Thankfully, today was a paperwork dayâa task most of the team dreaded, but one Y/N welcomed. It gave her a chance to recover from the constant motion sickness from the jet and the relentless flirtations of the officers when they worked cases out of state.
"Mm, my very own coffee fairy!" Spencer grinned, setting down the stack of papers heâd been poring over. His eyes sparkled as she made her way across the room, finally meeting his gaze from across the desk as she stopped in front of him. "Have I ever told you you're the best?"
"Yes, you have," Y/N teased with a playful grin, holding out his coffee. "But I donât mind hearing it more often."
Her dream, it seemed, hadnât been a fluke, a realization that hits her as Spencer grabs his coffee. Her eyes involuntarily track the way his fingers curl around the Styrofoam cup, and a shiver runs up her spine when they inadvertently brush against hers. Her cheeks flush as she quickly pulls her gaze away, meeting his curious eyes instead.
"You feeling okay, Y/N? You look a little flushed," Spencer murmured, his brow furrowed in concern as he eyed her over the rim of his cup.
Y/N blinked, her heart pounding in her throat as she swallowed and nodded. The sight had sent her mind reeling, the memory of those same fingers buried deep inside of her in her dream the night before surfacing against her will.
"Y-yeah. Yeah, I'm fine I just-"
Before Y/N could finish stammering out her lame excuse, Morgan sauntered into the bullpen with Garcia, the pair immediately honing in on her and Spencer as they made their way over.
"Oh, c'mon Y/N! Seriously? Pretty boy here gets a coffee but the rest of us don't?" Morgan taunted, chuckling as Y/N reached out to playfully swat at his arm with an eye roll.
"Well obviously! He's her work husband," Penelope chimed in matter-of-factly, giggling as she wiggled her eyebrows. "It would mean a divorce was brewing if she didn't."
The team had started the joke years ago, teasing her and Spencer for being the youngest members and for how quickly theyâd clicked. To everyone else, it was obvious their friendship ran deeper than either of the two realized. The problem was that neither one of them could see it. Some profilers they were.
No matter how many times the joke was made, Spencerâs face still turned bright red every single time.
"Har dee har har," Spencer scoffed, his eyes shifting to the cup still gripped in his hand.
The banter was cut short as Hotch stepped out of his office, everyone mumbling their goodbyes and scurrying back to their desks to get their work done. Y/N welcomed the distraction with open arms, diving into her work to try to get her mind off of her conflicted feelings towards her best friend.
All day long, Y/N fought the growing urge to watch Spencerâs hands, but it was impossible to ignore. Her eyes were drawn to the way his fingers traced the edge of a case file as he analyzed it, or how they drummed a steady rhythm on his desk, each tap somehow amplifying the tension she was trying to suppress.
Her breaking point came when the team was wrapping up for the day. Spencer, eager to show off, insisted on demonstrating a new cardistry trick heâd learned. The rest of the team gathered around, and Y/N felt herself drawn in, unable to look away. Her eyes locked on his fingers as he deftly manipulated the cards, the muscles in his hands flexing with each smooth, controlled movement. She barely registered her open mouth or the way her pulse quickenedâevery part of her attention was on him.
Y/N was jolted back to reality when Emily nudged her, a raised eyebrow full of amusement as the rest of the team cheered and complimented Spencer on his newly acquired skill. Rather than meet Emilyâs knowing look, Y/N quickly murmured her praise for Spencer, then hastily made her exit, claiming she needed to hit a store before it closed.
If she thought that day was bad, the next few weeks were hell.
The BAU had two back-to-back cases, leaving them no time to rest as they flew straight from Tennessee to Arizona. The dry heat seemed to make Spencer restlessâconstantly running his fingers through his hair, fidgeting with his watch, or rolling up his sleeves. Meanwhile, Y/N felt her sanity slipping away, her thoughts unraveling as she stumbled over her words or completely lost track of what she was sayingâbecause she couldnât stop staring at those goddamned hands.
Spencer wasnât blind to the shift in her behavior. Heâd noticed how she started to occupy herself with something whenever he entered the room, or how she became increasingly uneasy around himâspinning the rings on her fingers, tugging at the necklace he'd given her for her last birthday, or even finding reasons to leave the room entirely the moment he stepped in.
Y/N's usual teasing had begun to feel hollow, and the familiar touches she used to give himâguiding him gently by the hand, rubbing his shoulder when frustration set in, or planting an exaggerated kiss on his cheek before leavingâhad completely disappeared.
He felt gutted, unable to think of a single reason for Y/N's sudden distance. The uncertainty gnawed at him, twisting his stomach with worry. What if she was tired of him? Or worse⊠what if she had finally seen through his feelings for her and was repulsed by them?
When the team wrapped up in Arizona and boarded the jet home, Spencer made up his mind.
After Y/N chose to sit next to Emily instead of her usual spot beside him, he couldnât take it anymore. The not knowing was eating at him, and more than anything⊠he missed her. She was the one person who saw him for who he truly was, the one who understood him better than he understood himself. The one who brought him solace during the toughest cases and reminded him why he kept going. The thought of losing her was unbearable, and he promised himself heâd do whatever it took to fix whatever had gone wrong.
As soon as the jet touched down in Quantico, Y/N quickly muttered her goodbyes and made a beeline for the parking garage. Finally, she was free. Free to go home, shut herself off, and stop behaving like a complete mess around Spencer. She hated how distant sheâd been, but she couldnât help it. The weight of her obsessive thoughts about him and the feelings sheâd tried to bury for so long had completely overridden her rational thoughts, leaving her acting out of control.
Fingers closed around her upper arm just inches from her car, and a sharp yelp escaped her lips. She spun around, startled, to find an equally surprised Spencer standing there. She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she hadn't heard him following her.
"Jesus, Grandpa! Make an announcement before you sneak up on people!" Y/N complained loudly, turning away from him to unlock her car and toss her go bag into the backseat.
Spencer couldn't help but feel some relief at the nickname, a surge of hope coursing through him. Grandpa. She hadn't called him that in almost two weeks. He cleared his throat, holding onto his courage as he finally addressed her recent behavior.
"Sorry! Sorry, I justâ I wanted to make sure we were okay? Iâve noticed youâve been acting⊠not like yourself lately. Not that Iâm calling you weird or anythingâ"
Y/N's heart broke at the nervous rambling spewing from his lips as he stood before her, tucked into himself and fidgeting with his hands as he tried to speak. God, she was such an asshole.
"Spence," Y/N murmured, gently interrupting him before letting out a soft sigh. "I promise, we're fine. Iâm sorry if Iâve seemed distant. Itâs just⊠Iâve been so stressed with the cases, and compartmentalizing has been harder than usual. I guess I didnât want to drag you into it. Iâm really sorry."
It wasn't necessarily a lie. She really had been stressed and struggling with compartmentalizing... just not because of their job.
Spencerâs shoulders relaxed, his tense expression softening into one of understanding. âYou know Iâm always here for you, right? You donât have to carry that burden alone. Iâd much rather you let me in than struggle with it on your own."
Scratch that. She wasn't just an asshole. She was the biggest asshole in the world for making him feel the way he had.
"I know that. I really do," Y/N murmured, her fingers nervously playing with her lip. "It's just⊠I get way too independent sometimes." She sighed, then brightened. "How about this? Tomorrowâs our first Saturday off in over a month⊠Why donât you come over and we can do a movie marathon? We could use some good 'work spouse' bonding, donât you think?"
Spencerâs smile stretched across his face, his voice a little more eager than usual and his cheeks flushed. "Yeah, I'd, uh... I'd love that. Let's do it."
Y/N returned his grin, her heart fluttering from how excited he looked. Relief flooded through her veins as he agreed to her plans, not realizing how much she had truly missed him the past few weeks since she'd been so focused on trying not to gawk at him every five minutes.
"Perfect. Itâs a date,â Y/N teased, her smile widening. âNow, get in. Iâm not letting you take the train back this late."
"What? Isn't this what you wanted, sweetheart?" Spencer crooned into her ear, tightening his hold around her wrists as he kept them pinned above her head.
Another frustrated whine left her lips as she tugged uselessly against his hold, but they both knew she didn't actually want to slip free. One of his hands was wrapped tightly around both of her wrists, his other tracing maddeningly up and down her side.
"Or did you want Officer Davidson's hands on you instead?" His tone was taunting, a hint of jealousy tainting his words as he tightened his grip.
The moment they stepped into their shared hotel room after leaving the precinct, Spencer was all over her. Sheâd noticed the heated glares he shot her way while she stood across the room, wearing a bored expression as Officer Davidson repeatedly (and unsuccessfully) tried to flirt with her.
They hadn't announced their new relationship status to the team yet per Spencer's insistence, but it was obvious from the intensity in Spencerâs eyes that he wanted to shout it to the world now. The way he glared at Davidson made it clear he was ready to stake his claim, watching the officer eye her like prey.
Now they were here, with Spencer hellbent on making sure she understood that she was his.
Y/N shook her head, looking up at Spencer pleadingly as she tilted her hips up in search of his. "No, never. Only want you, Spence."
A dark chuckle escaped him as he smirked down at her, his hand, which had been trailing along her side, now cupping her chin. His fingers gently squeezed her cheeks, coaxing her lips into a pout.
"Only me? Is that right, sweet girl?" Spencer cooed, loosening his grip to press on her bottom lip with his thumb before sliding the digit into her mouth. "Because it sure looked like you were enjoying his attention."
The flushed head of his cock teased her entrance, pressing between her folds as his hips slowly rocked back and forth, prolonging her teasing instead of giving her what she wanted. She groaned around his thumb, sucking the digit further into her mouth and holding his gaze in an effort to tempt him into finally fucking her instead of just grinding against her.
A soft hiss fell from his lips as his gaze darkened. He shifted his weight above her, keeping her wrists clasped in his hand and shoving them into the mattress as he began to rut against her harder. Her sharp gasp sounded through the air as he angled his hips up, the tip of his cock dipping into her deliciously before he halted his movements, keeping only a few inches inside of her.
Y/N writhed beneath him, whimpering her protests around his thumb as her jaw slackened, muffled pleas spilling from her lips as she began to beg uselessly for him to just fuck her already.
Spencer pressed down on her tongue with his thumb, a grunt escaping him before he yanked his thumb out of her mouth, using the hand to pin her down instead.
"Be stillâ"
Y/Nâs eyes fluttered open, the harsh light of morning pouring through her curtains, and she let out a disgruntled groan as she blindly searched for her phone on the nightstand. After weeks of peaceful, dreamless sleep, of course she would dream about Spencer the night before their hangout. Waitâ
Y/N sat up abruptly, unlocking her phone to check the time, only to notice a message waiting for her on the lock screen.
Spence <3: Iâll be there in an hour with a surprise.
Sent twenty-three minutes ago.
Fuck. She'd completely forgotten to set an alarm to get ready for their movie marathon, despite being the one who had suggested it in the first place. Whatever brain cells that photo had scrambled in her brain needed to get a grip so she could function on a level above Neanderthal.
Y/N: Surprise? You spoil me, old man. I'll see you then :)
Y/N exhaled wearily, rolling out of bed and dragging her feet across the plush carpet. She shuffled over to her dresser, picking out an outfit consisting of black yoga pants and an old band tee before heading to the bathroom for a cold shower. Maybe it would clear her headâor at least get rid of the incessant aching between her thighs. It worked on men, right?
One miserable shower and a change of clothes later, Y/N finally managed to clear some of the fog clouding her mind. She darted around her apartment, tidying up in a flurry before Spencer arrived. Moving between the kitchen and the living room, she gathered everything for their movie marathon: a pile of 90's slasher films spread out on the coffee table, her biggest throw blanket draped across the sectional, and a bag of popcorn popping away in the microwave.
Spencer's signature knock rang through the apartment at the same time the microwave started beeping, signaling that the popcorn was done.
"Coming!" Y/N shouted from the kitchen, opening the microwave door so it wouldn't repeat the shrill noise before making her way to the front door.
She swings it open with an excited grin, her gaze immediately dropping to the bag in Spencer's hand. She beckons for Spencer to come in, trying to sneak a peek at what was in the slightly crinkled paper bag.
"Geez, don't look too excited to see me," Spencer chuckled, following Y/N into her kitchen.
She waved dismissively, laughing softly as she grabbed the bag of popcorn and a bowl to pour it into. Spencer sat the bag on the counter, finally revealing its contents as he pulled out a tub of ice cream and some sour gummy worms.
"A man after my own heart!" Y/N gasped with an exaggerated swoon, cackling as Spencer swatted at her playfully.
"You said you were stressed, and I know youâve got a sweet tooth just like me, so I figured itâd be perfect for our movie marathon," Spencer said with a shrug, the faintest blush creeping up his neck.
That kind of thoughtful behavior was just another reason her emotions had been in turmoil for the past few weeks. The selfie had opened a door to a spiral of introspection, one that made her revisit every moment theyâd shared. She had always known their friendship straddled the line between platonic and something more, but sheâd convinced herself it was simply because they were so comfortable with one another. It wasnât until now that she began to wonder if those boundaries had been blurred intentionally â if, deep down, they both had wanted more all along.
The movie marathon kicked off after a bit of grumbling from Spencer, who finally gave in to watching the cheesy slasher films heâd insisted were beneath him. A few awkward moments of shifting on the couch later, they settled into a comfortable spotâY/N tucked into his side, both of them with snacks in their laps and the throw blanket wrapped around them, ready to dive into the horror-filled lineup.
As they settled into the movie, Spencerâs gaze lingered on Y/N for a moment too long. He noticed the drip of vanilla ice cream at the corner of her mouth, the sight causing an unwelcome tightness in his pants. Before he could stop himself, he reached over. His thumb gently swiped the sugary trail now pooling along her lower lip, a soft swipe that left his hand lingering a fraction of a second longer than necessary.
"Here, you've got a little..."
The words died in his throat as her lips wrapped around his thumb, both of their eyes widening as their gaze met.
In that moment, everything fell into place for Spencer. It wasnât stress that had been driving her distant behaviorâhe realized with a sudden joltâit was something else entirely. The way she'd been pulling away, the tension between them⊠it wasnât just exhaustion or anxiety. No, it was something far more complicated. It was desire.
Y/N jerked backward, nearly sending all of their precariously placed snacks to the floor as her face burned with embarrassment. "Oh, my God I- I'm so sorry Spence," she stammered, her words tripping over each other. "I have no idea why I did that-"
"Y/N."
Spencer cut her off with a hushed murmur of her name, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stopped her nervous rambling.
"It's okay. I-I liked it," Spencer reassured her softly.
Y/N stared at him, dumbfounded.
"What?"
"I liked it."
Spencer repeated himself surely, but the tremble in his voice gave away the fact that his brave front was exactly that: a front.
"Iâ" He hesitated, a heavy sigh escaping him. His hands fumbled with the snacks for a moment, setting them carefully on the coffee table as if buying time. He finally turned to face her fully, the weight of his words settling in. "Y/N⊠I've been in love with you since the moment I met you. I never said anything because I was scared⊠scared you wouldnât feel the same. And after everything these past few weeks, with you pulling away, I thought maybe youâd figured it out and hated me for it. But⊠maybe I was wrong. Maybe you actually feel the same way I do..."
Y/Nâs mouth parted in shock, her mouth opening and closing like she wanted to say somethingâanythingâbut the words just wouldnât come. Spencer loved her. He always had. And she had spent all this time convincing herself her feelings were one-sided, certain he couldnât possibly feel the same way.
Spencer's voice wavered as he spoke, his eyes searching hers with a quiet intensity. "Please, tell me I was wrong. Tell me you feel the same." His words hung in the air, and he held his breath, waiting, afraid that his confession might have been the thing to push her away for good.
The raw vulnerability in his voice broke through the fog in her mind, and without thinking, she nodded quickly, the words tumbling from her lips before she could stop them.
"Yes! Yes, Spence, I feel the same way," she breathed, her voice shaky as she looked up at him, eyes wide with a mix of relief and disbelief. "I always have⊠I just⊠I convinced myself it was impossible. I never thought you could feel the same."
A soft laugh escaped him, his grin widening as he wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. "How could I not, Y/N?" he murmured, his voice low and sincere. "Youâre everything to me. Youâre the reason I started believing in soulmates⊠because I know Iâll never find anyone more perfectly made for me than you. Youâre it. Always have been."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, her eyes welling up involuntarily. No one had ever spoken to her with such reverence, and in that moment, she realized she held him in the same regard. But where Spencer's words were so effortlessly beautiful, hers often fell short. So, instead of trying to find the right ones, she chose to show him just how deeply he mattered to her.
Within seconds, her lips were on his, her hands gently cradling his face as she pulled him closer. Spencer surrendered to the kiss, his hands sliding to her waist, mirroring her movements and pulling her in.
It started as a slow, hesitant kiss that rapidly devolved into something more desperate as the weight of years of silent longing melted away between them. What Y/N couldn't articulate into words she poured into touch, threading her trembling fingers into his soft hair and tugging, urging him to hover over her as she laid back against the couch. Her lips moved against his fiercely, trying to convey the silent message that she was just as in love with him as he was with her.
The movie had long since faded into the background, its faint dialogue and sporadic screams now an odd soundtrack blending with the muffled whimpers and soft pants that filled the space between them as their hands began to roam. Spencer's hips were nestled between hers, unmoving and stiff as he tried not to mindlessly hump against her like an animal in heat.
Y/N noticed Spencer's rigidness, breaking the kiss to look up at him with a furrowed brow. "What's wrong?" She breathed out, propping up on her elbows and brushing their noses together. "Are we moving too fast? We can stop if you want, I-I'm sorryâ"
"No!" Spencer borderline shouted in his haste to ease the insecurity he saw creeping into her eyes, his face flushing as he cleared his throat. "No, no that's not it at all. I just, um... I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I wasn't sure how far you wanted this to go."
Y/Nâs shoulders relaxed, a small frown giving way to a playful smirk. She idly twisted the loose curls at the nape of his neck between her fingers, her gaze locking with his.
"I want you, Spence. All of you. If that's what you want, too."
Spencer's nod was immediate, his forehead almost knocking into hers, causing her to laugh at his eagerness. "God, yes. I want that, so much. I want you so much."
Y/N grinned as she tilted her head to brush their lips together, landing a chaste kiss on his mouth before she tugged him down, leaning forward to whisper into his ear. "Yeah? You wanna fuck me, Spence?"
He inhaled sharply through his nose, his eyes fluttering shut as his head fell into the crook of her neck. If he were younger, he probably would have just cum in his pants from her words alone. But he was a man now. A barely composed man who was dizzy from the intoxicating scent of her perfume crowding his nose and the most painful erection he's had since puberty straining against his slacks.
"Such a crude mouth you have," Spencer murmured in feigned disappointment, shaking his head before pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to the skin of her neck. "Maybe I should fill it up until you learn some manners, hm?"
He traced the fingers of his right hand up her side as he pulled back enough to look into her eyes, his left hand pressed into the cushions to keep him from laying all his body weight onto her. He'd caught her lingering glances at his hands throughout the last few weeks. He just hadn't been sure why she'd been staring at them so hard... but now? Now, he knew exactly why she'd been so fixated on them, and he planned to use that to his advantage.
The whimper that slipped from Y/N's lips as Spencer slid two fingers into her gaping mouth confirmed his suspicions, the shit-eating grin on his face growing wide as he pressed the digits down against her tongue. She began to suck at his fingers eagerly, the feeling of her tongue laving over them making his body tremble in anticipation.
His hips began to rock against hers, slowly grinding against her aching core as he pressed kisses up and down the side of her neck. Once he was satisfied with his teasing, he pulled his fingers from her mouth with a slick 'pop', replacing them with his tongue as he kissed her deeply.
Y/Nâs mind whirled, both surprised and intrigued by the sudden shift in his demeanor, captivated by how effortlessly he stepped into control. It wasnât what sheâd anticipated at all. Sheâd seen glimpses of this side of himâbrief moments in the field or during interrogationsâbut never like this. The man before her was assured and confident, a stark contrast to his usual, endearing awkwardness.
Their kiss grew hungry as Spencer continued where they had left off before, his hands sliding under the hem of her shirt and bunching the fabric as they trailed up. He broke the kiss long enough to help her out of the shirt, tossing it somewhere in the direction of the TV before capturing her lips once more. He was a man ravenous, consumed by the sweetness of her lips, and even the seconds it took to remove her t-shirt felt like an unbearable eternity without them.
Her hands were just as busy as his, dragging down his clothed chest before finding the button of his slacks in the cramped space between them. Her fingers fumbled with the button blindly, and her movements faltered when his teeth gently tugged at her lower lip.
"Off," Y/N whined indignantly against his mouth, tugging frustratedly at the button. "Take them off."
Spencer obliged, helpless to her commands as he sat back on his heels, easily undoing the pesky button that was keeping her from what she wanted. She went to sit up to help with his zipper, but in her rush to get his pants off, she didn't realize just how close his knee was to the edge of the cushion.
The motion knocked his knee outwards, a surprised yelp leaving his lips as he instinctively reached out for her to steady himself, but it was too late.
A startled squeal slipped from Y/N as they both tumbled to the floor, landing with a muted thud on the plush carpet. Spencerâs hands shot to her waist, his eyes wide as he glanced up at her, now sprawled on top of him, her laughter filling the air at their unexpected fall. He joined her, chuckling loudly.
They were a perfect chaosârumpled clothes, kiss-swollen lips, tangled hair, and eyes full of love. But neither of them minded, because they finally had what theyâd both been yearning for all this time: each other.
The fall did little to curb their desire for each other. Y/N ducked her head, pressing her lips to Spencer's with renewed vigor as her hands slipped underneath his sweater. She giggled as he squirmed underneath her touch.
"You're such a wiggle worm!" Y/N huffed, pulling back just enough to let the words slip free into the air between them as she lifted the sweater up and over his head.
Spencer scoffed, his own hands slipping beneath the waistband of her yoga pants and shoving them down her legs. "I can't help that your hands feel like ice!"
A quiet hiss left her lips at the feeling of his equally cold hands brushing against the skin of her thighs. She wriggled on top of him, kicking off the remaining fabric that had wrapped around her feet.
"So do yours, but you don't see me acting like a baby about it!"
"Oh, I'll show you a babyâ"
Y/N cackled as Spencer rolled them over, hovering above her once more with a cheeky grin and soft chuckles. He bombarded her with kisses all over her face and collarbones, ignoring her hands swatting at him playfully as he continued his attack. Soon his pants joined the growing pile of clothes near the entertainment center, the soft glow of the TV illuminating the room as the final scenes of the forgotten movie played out. His hands made swift work of removing her bra, leaving her lying underneath him in only her lacy underwear.
Their laughter died out as they stared into each other's eyes, the weight of what was about to changeâwhat had already changedâsettling over them. But fear didnât touch them. There was no reason for it. This was always meant to be; written in the stars, woven into their destiny long before they existed.
Spencer closed the gap between them, kissing Y/N tenderly as he lowered himself just enough for their bare chests to press together and their hips to align perfectly. A sigh escaped her at the feeling of his hardened cock grinding against her, the thin fabric of his boxers and her soaked panties doing little to conceal what lay beneath.
Neither of them had ever pictured their first time unfolding on the living room floor, but in a way, it made the moment even more unforgettable. It was a testament to how desperately they wanted each otherâso much that theyâd choose the roughness of the carpet and rug burns over the luxury of her bed to avoid the few minutes apart it would take to get to her room.
"You're sure you want this?"
Spencer broke the kiss, his eyes tracing hers for any trace of hesitation or doubt. Y/N's lips curved into a faint smile as she reached up to caress his face. Her thumb stroked the skin of his cheekbone as she nodded.
"More than anything."
The look in her eyes told him that she was being completely honest. That was all the confirmation he needed. His shaky hands found the edges of the lace adorning her hips, inching his body down as he tugged the soaked-through fabric down her legs.
Y/N's face scrunched in confusion as Spencer moved lower, her brows furrowing as he pressed a kiss to her knee. "What are you-"
Her words cut off with a sharp moan as Spencer latched his mouth to her clit, her head tipping back against the floor as her hands buried themselves into his disheveled strands. Her back arched as her legs spread instinctively, making room for him as he began to devour her. He shifted, grabbing ahold of her thighs and placing them over his shoulders as his tongue alternated between teasing kitten licks and long, drawn-out laps up and down her pussy.
Y/N struggled to open her eyes, peering down at him as pleasure began to flood her veins. The sight of his handsâthose beautiful goddamned hands that had inadvertently caused this to happenâ gripping her thighs hard enough to leave bruises had her mouth hanging open, small whimpers and moans flowing freely into the open space.
"You taste exquisite, sweetheart. So, so good," Spencer mumbled against her slick skin before sucking her clit into his mouth gently.
Y/N cried out, writhing underneath him as the pleasure in her lower stomach began to build rapidly. A loud groan wrenched itself from her throat as Spencer grabbed her hips, pinning them to the ground as he continued to ravage her in a way that rendered her useless.
"You can take it, pretty girl," Spencer cooed, placing a kiss on her clit before one of his hands left her hip to trace her folds. "Cum for me so I can fuck you so good you'll never want anyone else again."
Who the fuck taught him how to talk like that?
Y/N couldnât speak to tell him that sheâd never want anyone else anyways; that he was etched into her very soul, and every part of her would forever long for his touch and his touch alone. She cried out as his middle finger prodded at her entrance before slipping inside, her orgasm so close she could almost taste it.
Spencer moaned against her from how little resistance her walls had against the intrusion, immediately adding his ring finger to the mix. He thrusted them into her hard, curling the lithe digits in search of that rough patch of skin that would give him what he wanted. It took all of three strokes before he found it, his mouth forming a smirk as she gripped his hair and yanked, grinding her hips up into his mouth as she thrashed beneath him.
"Spence! Fuck, I-I'm cummingâ"
Y/N barely uttered the words before her climax seized her, her toes curling as her vision whitened and the world shattered around her. She could vaguely register Spencer's sweet voice coaxing her through it, his forehead now pressed to hers as his fingers continued to gently thrust into her through the aftershocks. Only when she was trembling and weakly shoving at his wrist did he finally stop his movements, his lips meeting hers in a series of soft kisses as her chest heaved beneath him.
"Yeah?" He murmured with a smug grin, pulling back to smooth her hair away from her damp face with his clean hand as she stared up at him in bewilderment.
Spencer Reid had just caused her to cum harder than she ever had in her life. Spencerâthe same Spencer that was too shy to look her in the eyes for a solid month after first meeting her just made her cum so hard she almost blacked out. She understood why he was a man of magic now... and it had nothing to do with the novelty tricks he was always showing off.
"Yeah," Y/N whispered in response, still reeling from her orgasm.
If that was the type of climax she could reach simply from his tongue and fingers, she was convinced that she'd never actually experienced one with anyone else.
"Do you want to stop there? Or do you want to keep going?"
Spencer's voice was soft as he stared at the gorgeous woman beneath him. He found it ironic that he was already kneeling between her thighs because that had now become his place of worship. His redemption came in the form of her essence, dripping from his fingers as they rested against her hip. He'd never need anything else as long as he had her.
"Keep going. I want to keep going," Y/N pleaded softly, her hands reaching for his boxers. "Justâc'mere. Wanna taste you before you fuck me brainless. Please?"
A pitiful whine left Spencerâs lips as he felt his composure crack slightly. He wasnât prepared for her to practically beg to suck his cock. He found himself nodding mindlessly, his hands going to help her strip him of his boxers before he remembered the mess still clinging to his fingers.
âClean these for me first, sweet girl. Then you can.â
Spencer brought his fingers up to her lips, watching in amazement as she obeyed without a fuss. She even went as far as moaning while she licked his fingers clean of her, holding his gaze while she did. Y/N knew what she did to him. She knew he was just as affected by her as she was him. And she reveled in it.
Once he deemed them clean enough, he pulled them from her mouth before ridding himself of the last shred of fabric between them. The second that Spencer was bare before her, she pounced. Her hands pushed at his chest, urging him to lie back as she crawled on top of him.
âYouâre so pretty, Spence,â Y/N breathed dazedly, pecking his lips before trailing her kisses down his chest. âGod⊠look at you.â
Spencer flushed bright red while she continued to murmur her praises as she gripped the base of him, his cock twitching in her hand.
He had never been particularly confidentâgrowing up as a child prodigy in a Las Vegas public school had stripped him of any sense of self-worth before it had a chance to take root. Unlike Morgan, he didnât have the muscles or the easy charm with women. He could count the number of sexual encounters heâd had on one hand. His dates rarely progressed beyond the first, driven away by his nervous rambling and the unpredictable demands of his job.
The only way Spencer even knew how to make Y/N feel so good was because he had studied every piece of material he could find on the intricacies of female anatomy and sexual pleasure on the off chance one of his dates would blossom into something more than an uncomfortable hook-up and dash situation. It also helped that heâd pined after her since heâd known her, that longing translating into a dire need to make her feel the best she ever had because thatâs what she deserved. She deserved to feel pleasure in its purest form, to feel cherished and worshipped because thatâs how precious she was to him.
And in this moment, as she gazed at him with the kind of reverence that made it seem as though he was the center of her universe, Spencer believed that maybe, just maybe, he deserved to feel that way too.
His fingers grasped helplessly at the carpet beneath him as her beautiful lips wrapped around the flushed head of his arousal, a muffled curse falling into the air as she swirled her tongue around him. Y/N smirked around her mouthful, her eyes glinting with amusement as she inhaled through her nose and pushed lower, taking him into the back of her throat. The gag that she emitted from the motion had his hips jerking up, a flurry of apologies spewing from his mouth.
Instead of responding verbally, she simply grabbed his hands and guided them to her hair, encouraging him to take hold and move her as he pleased. Once he threaded his hands through her hair, she continued. Her own hands planted firmly on his thighs as she began to bob her head around what she could fit, a soft hum vibrating around his length as her eyes fluttered shut.
Spencer was speechlessâ absolutely floored as he stared slack-jawed at the woman moaning around his cock like she was the one receiving pleasure from it. He gave an experimental tug of her hair, his head falling back with a thunk as she moaned louder and moved faster. It was as though she were unraveling his very soul with her tongue, hurtling him towards an orgasm he didnât want to have just yet.
âY-Y/N wait Iâ ngh!â Spencer groaned, his grip on her hair tightening unintentionally as he tried to pull her off of him. âI wonât be able to fuck you if you make me cum down your throat, pretty girl. P-pleaseââ
Y/N whined in protest but finally eased herself off of his cock, a trail of spit bridging her lower lip to the head of him as she stared up at him with watery eyes and swollen lips.
Spencer felt delirious as he took in the sight. It was something heâd dreamed about (albeit guiltily) for years, and having the real thing in front of him was infinitely better than anything his subconscious had conjured up during those restless nights. She was a vision; a work of art that deserved to have a museum dedicated to her and her alone.
âOh, donât pout. Unless you donât want to be fucked anymore?â Spencer chuckled breathlessly, arching a brow as she moved to straddle him. His hands found their way to her waist, a shudder running down his spine as she settled over him.
âIf you wonât fuck me⊠I have a pretty nice dildo in my bedside drawer that should do the trick,â Y/N hummed coyly, dragging her heat across the length of him with a soft sigh.
Spencerâs eyes darkened at that, his grip on her hips tightening to put a halt to her subtle movements.
âYeah? You think itâd make you feel better than I could?â
Y/N swallowed hard, the aching between her legs starting to override her logical thinking. She knew the answer he was looking for; the answer that would give her exactly what she wanted. But she decided to be a smartass instead.
âMaybe,â She answered with a shrug, nibbling at her lower lip as she tried to fight against his hold to get the friction she craved.
âGo get it then.â
Spencer leaned forward, his nose brushing hers as she sat in his lap, a challenge in his gaze. He knew she wouldnât back downâshe was getting restless, just like him. But if this was the game she wanted to play, he was determined to win.
Panic spread across Y/Nâs face at the cold, indifferent look in his eyes. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her frown betraying the sinking realization of the hole sheâd dug for herself. They were both ridiculously competitive, so why sheâd started thisârather than just admitting how badly she wanted him buried inside herâwas beyond her.
âI was kidding,â Y/N huffed, tilting forward in an attempt to capture his lips.
Spencer leaned back, keeping his lips just out of reach. He shook his head, smirking softly. âNope. Either go get it, or say youâre sorry.â
Y/N hesitated, frowning as she weighed her options. She wanted him so badly it hurt. But pride was a hell of a thing. She knew he wouldnât back down. Normally, she wouldnât either. But his cock was pressed so deliciously against her clit that she decided it would be more than worth it to lose just this once.
âIâm sorry,â She mumbled, barely audible.
âWhat was that? I couldnât hear you.â
Spencerâs taunting made her groan in frustration before she sighed and tried again.
âI said Iâm sorryââ
He shifted them so that his back was against the couch, her knees on both sides of his hips digging into the carpet hard enough that he was certain it would sting once they started. Heâd make sure to take care of her afterward, though. He gazed up at her with adoration, thoroughly enjoying how needy she'd become. Her breath hitched as he adjusted his hips, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
âOne more time, hm?â Spencer coaxed, his hands now rubbing up and down her sides but still holding her tight enough that she couldn't rock against him. If he was honest, his resolve had crumbled as quickly as hers, but he couldnât help from teasing her for just a little longer.
âIâm sorry!â Y/N cried out, her forehead pressing against his as she whimpered. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have said that.â
Spencer finally pressed a kiss to her lips before pulling back, his lips brushing against hers as he crooned. âGood girl, baby. Thank you.â
Hearing the praise fall so easily from his mouth had Y/N canting her hips down eagerly, willing to do whatever he wanted just so she could hear his sweet words over and over again. Her determination didnât waver, her hips pushing down insistently. Spencerâs hold on her waist faltered, and for a brief moment, gravity claimed its victory.
A startled gasp slipped from her lips as the tip of his cock pushed into her, followed by a guttural moan that had Spencer's ears ringing as he cursed loudly. She had been so used to his hold that she wasn't prepared to support herself, his hands having barely caught her from dropping completely. He immediately yanked her up, the cool air against his skin a shock after having felt her warmth for the first time.
âGodâfuck!" Spencer groaned as his head tipped back against the couch cushions, straining against every instinct begging him to just drive into her and utilizing every muscle in his body to keep her suspended as she wriggled impatiently.
"Baby... how are youâ how are you wanting to do this?â Spencer whispered, swallowing before he continued. âIâm pretty sure I have a condom in my wallet, but I⊠um. Iâm clean...â
Their hearts pounded in their chests as his words lingered in the air, the only sounds in the room being the repeated menu options from the forgotten movie and the soft rhythm of their breaths.
Y/N meweled, reaching down to realign him with her entrance. âIâm clean and on birth control⊠Can we...? Like this? Pleaseââ
âYes.â
Y/N chuckled at his blunt response, though she was just as desperate to feel him after having the faintest taste of what he felt inside her. Her lips found his for a chaste kiss before she finally began to lower herself onto his cock, this time without his resistance.
Her laughter died in her throat, morphing into a choked whimper from the stretch of him. Even with how aroused she was, trying to make him fit was a struggle. Spencer was easily the biggest out of anyone sheâd ever been with, a feat she hadn't quite realized until she was pausing halfway down his cock with a stuttered moan, slowly circling her hips in an attempt to adjust to the sensation.
Spencer was convinced he'd somehow died and ascended to paradise as he gazed up at the angelic woman hovering above him, enthralled by watching her fight to take the full length of him into her depths. His hands massaged up and down her trembling thighs, hoping to help her relax enough to take the rest of him without it hurting. Hums of encouragement rumbled from his chest as he stared unblinking at her, the warm amber of his eyes almost consumed completely by his blown pupils. His thumb found her clit and rubbed small circles into it as her eyes fluttered closed and she inhaled sharply through her nose.
"That's it, sweet girl," He cooed, continuing his gentle ministrations as she whined from deep in her throat. "Just like that. You're taking me so well. My gorgeous girl."
There was a pleasant burn as Y/N gingerly lifted her hips, leaving only the head of him inside of her. The way her hardened nipples brushed against his bare chest had her shivering lightly, the touch sending small sparks of pleasure jolting through her. Soft whines spilled from her lips as Spencer moved his hands around to grip her ass, gently massaging the flesh as she raised up on her knees.
With a committed roll of her hips and a quiet grunt, Y/N finally took the rest of his length, their bodies now flush together as her head dropped into the crook of his neck. The whorish moan Spencer released into her ear as he bottomed out had her clenching around him, a dire need to cause more of those sinful noises prompting her hips to begin moving. The raw stinging against her knees as she began to ride him in earnest only spurred her on, her nails digging into his shoulders as her head lolled back.
"Spenceâ" Y/N whimpered, resting her forehead against his as she panted out his name again and again, chanting it as though it were a mantra.
Spencer shushed her, understanding exactly what she couldn't manage to vocalize. He nodded against her as their bodies moved in tandem. "I know, baby. I know. You feel divine. My sweet angel." He continued to murmur out his praises as his head rested back on the edge of the couch cushion, small fingerprint-shaped bruises marking her skin as he clung to her.
Her hips began to falter as exhaustion started to settle into her bones from the vigorous pace she'd set, her second orgasm brewing in the pit of her stomach as though it were a wicked thunderstorm in waiting, ready to roll in and wreak havoc on her entire body at any minute. The slick sounds of their bodies connecting over and over paired with the symphony of heady moans and whimpers spilling between themâit was all driving her closer and closer to ecstasy.
Spencer noticed the fumble in her movements, his brows pinched together as he fought to keep his own climax at bay so he could enjoy the sensation of being wrapped up in her walls for a while longer. But he couldn't let his pretty girl do all of the work, could he? That would be cruel.
He planted his feet into the ground, beginning to pound into her from below. A satisfied smirk adorned his face as Y/N cried out, her head falling into the crook of his neck once more as she began to babble incoherently against his skin. The pace he set was fervent and unrestrained, the angle allowing him to drive into her g-spot repeatedly.
"Take it, take it, take itâ" Spencer hissed through clenched teeth before he latched his mouth onto her right nipple, sucking at the bud and swirling his tongue around it.
Y/N threaded her fingers through his hair, hanging on tightly as Spencer ravaged her. Her mouth hung open as moan after moan wrenched itself from her core and embedded into his damp skin. The pleasure searing through her veins was consuming her, burning her from the inside out. She was so closeâ
The catalyst for her orgasm came in the form of Spencer's hands slipping down her ass and underneath her thighs so that the tips of his fingers were brushing against where they were connected with each thrust. All it took was that one simple touch for the tension in her body to snap, her teeth digging into his shoulder as she tried to muffle her screams while her walls pulsed around him violently. Her eyes squeezed shut as she wailed his name loudly, not caring if any of her neighbors heard them at this point. She wanted the world to know exactly who was making her feel this good.
Spencer toppled them over onto the ground as she came around him, pinning her to the ground and rutting into her fervently. Something akin to a sob fell from his lips before he abruptly pulled out, jerking his cock in quick strokes before he was spurting his cum across her stomach and tits with a cry of her name.
He crumpled to the ground beside her, pulling her into his side before he slung an arm over his face. Their chests heaved as they came down from their highs, both of them completely spent after such depraved lovemaking. His free hand stroked up and down her slick skin as she rested her head on his chest, calming the tremors wracking her body as they caught their breath.
Once Spencer regained feeling in his legs, he scooped Y/N from the floor and into his arms, hauling her off toward her bathroom as giggles bubbled from her lips at his surprising show of strength. Y/N watched with pure fondness as he started the shower, her heart swelling as he glanced back at her with a tired grin. When the water was warm enough, he held her hand as he helped her step in, following behind her with a hand wrapped around her waist to hold her steady.
After a shower spent lost in love-struck gazes, gentle caresses, and slow, tender kisses against the tiles, they ended up wrapped in each other's arms in her bed. It was only midday, but it was Saturdayâso why not indulge in a nap? They had more than earned it after their (failed) movie marathon.
"Y'know," Y/N started, her voice low as fatigue began to cloud her mind. "You really do have massive hands." She took his hand, which had been resting loosely between them, lifting it to align with hers for comparison. His hand was nearly twice the size of hers, and the sight made her smile with amusement.
Spencer snorted, his nose scrunching as he laughed quietly at her observation.
"Well, yeah... I am 6'1", sweetheart. It would be abnormal if I didn't have massive hands," He stated matter-of-factly. "Besides, you love them. Really love them," He added with a sleepy smirk.
Y/N's face burned as she rolled her eyes, playfully shoving him with a scoff. "Yeah, yeah. It isn't my fault you have hands that were crafted by Michelangelo himself," She murmured defensively.
Spencer pulled her closer, brushing a kiss against her forehead, then her nose, her cheeks, and finally, her lips.
"You know I'm just teasing you. Did you know thatâ"
As Spencer began to prattle on about the variations and degrees of hand kinks and fetishes, Y/N's mind drifted back to the picture that had unknowingly set everything in motion. She couldnât help but thank that raised crack in the sidewalk for pushing her old-fashioned boyfriend (that still felt so surreal to say) to embrace modern technologyâbecause without it, she might have spent even more time blind to the fact that she was utterly, hopelessly in love with the man lying before her.
And as they drifted off to sleep in each otherâs arms, Spencer felt a deep sense of gratitude for finally being able to love the beautiful woman in his arms the way heâd always dreamed of.
Continued A/N's: I felt evil for my first (published) fic being so angsty so I decided to write this as a formal apology LMAO. I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you have just as much fun reading it. Please tell me what you think and let me know if you'd like to see a sequel for this as well! :) K <3
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Can you please do Mick dating Raikkönen!reader hsc, please?
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MICK DATING A RAIKKĂNEN!READER | MS47
Warnings:Â mentions of food; tooth-rotting fluff; mentions of family members; not proofread.
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Raikkönen!reader just like her father is not in for silly jokes or small talk. Sheâs direct. If she doesnât like you sheâll tell it to your face. The opposite is true as well - thatâs how she told Mick she liked him after they hung out for a few months;
âI like you.â Short, simple, and direct. So direct that Mick wasn't sure if she meant she liked LIKED him or if she was being friendly, but since the latter was unlikely, he gathered up his courage and asked her on a date;
Though Michael and Mikki raced together, and Mick pretty much grew up inside the racing scene, the same was not reality for Yn. She did like racing, but when she was a kid Mikki and her mother chose to prioritize her privacy and her studies, that's how she wasn't friends with Mick. But once they met, it was a perfect match. Mick was shy at first, so that made him silent, and Yn just wasn't interested in talking. The silence was comfortable, though, and she saw herself walking near the bench he was sitting on and sharing a piece of her granola bar with him. Her dad had seen the friendship unfold, and he nicknamed them 'birds' because they would feed each other silently and then leave only to come up the next weekend with a sandwich, a granola bar, a candy, share in silence, and then leave again;
When Mick finally asked Yn on a date she told her dad and though he used to make fun he ended up feeling jealous - he even suggested that he could go too as if it was a friend meeting, not a date. Yn laughed at the situation, something she didn't do all the time, which made it even more special to those around her;
She sent Mikki a picture after the date. Their faces squished together on the screen of the phone. He could see Mick's arms around her shoulders, but her smile was so bright he couldn't help but feel happy for them;
He has dinner with the Schumachers the next month, minus Mick, of course. And they talk about the likelihood of their relationship becoming serious. They end up choosing to support them, Mikki being pretty sure that Yn wouldn't back down if he told her to, and the same with Mick;
Now, Mikki is a bit unsure of everything at first. He did see Mick grow up. He was friends with his family. But still, it was Yn! His little girl. That doubt went away a few months after they announced the seriousness of their relationship. Older Mick was a fun guy, nothing like the babbling kid nor the grumpy teenager he used to be. So the Schumacher and the older Raikkönen ended up realizing they had a lot in common;
After that, it's always "Where's Mick, Yn? Is Mick coming to the family vacation? Are the Schumis spending Christmas with us? Did you give him the book I handed you?" it's funny even;
Mick calls Yn by Raikki a short for her surname. Sometimes he calls her Rai or even Kiki, she hates the latter, though;
I feel like they would be super private. So much that it took almost a year or so for people to pierce the pieces together;
But being private didn't mean they weren't in love. That they were and the garage they attended quickly picked up from the way Mick would smile at her or how she would laugh around him;
Just black cat and golden retriever vibes, but Mick showed Yn her golden side too (the opposite too because Mick started to stand up for himself a tad more);
You know those couples where at least one has to be the person to tell the waiter they got the order wrong? Now imagine Yn is the one who does it while Mick is there like "I wouldn't mind eating raw meet :(" and Yn is like "I want another dish and I want dessert on the house," super serious while Mick is giving an apologetic look to the employee;
Yeah. hihi
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Sherlock fandom.
Lacking Data
Collecting data and seeking insight in everything significant to his work, has always been Sherlockâs highest priority. And heâs been quite successful in his endeavours too. But when it came to personal matters regarding himself and romanticism, he declared defeat. Which he didnât bother to linger on. Until one day, when he met a man, most people thought of as ordinary, even boring.
Sherlock encountered Mike Stamford one of the last days of January. When Mike asked how heâd been, Sherlock told him he was searching for someone.
âDead or alive?â Mike asked with a grin.
Sherlock rolled his eyes exasperated.
âI could use a flatmate. Preferably a living one,â he retorted dryly. âButâŠâ
He trailed off, and Mike prompted him to complete the sentence.
âAs you know, Iâm no easy man to be around. I canât think of anyone wanting to share quarters with me.â
âOh, donât say that, Sherlock. Iâm sure thereâs someone out there that match your criteria,â the doctor assured him.
Sherlock just scoffed and turned back to the microscope.
***
The experiment proved to be fruitless, so he sent Molly to get him coffee. When the door opened, far too soon for it to be her, Sherlock startled. He was not prepared to see Mike again, but what made the detective almost lose it, was the man Mike brought with him.
Ex-military. Doctor. Psychosomatic limp. Deployed somewhere warm.
Slowly, Sherlock approached Mikeâs old friend from medical school, John Watson.
His face was open, trusting. He didnât hesitate when Sherlock said he needed a phone, which he really didnât.
âHere. Take mine.â
âAfghanistan or Iraq?â
Sherlock didnât need to seek insight. All of it was clear as day to him. Served on a silver plate. The phone told him the rest of the story.Â
Granted, heâd been wrong about Harry, which John told him about the day after.
âThereâs always something,â Sherlock muttered under his breath.
John just looked puzzled, but mostly awestruck. Not one word of mockery, distaste, or anger. Just:Â Amazing. Extraordinary. Brilliant.
When Sherlock told him what people normally said when he deduced them to shreds, John frowned and clenched his fist, the one not holding his cane.
It seemed like he was ready to punch the people who told Sherlock to piss off.
âWhere have you been all my life?â he wanted to ask the remarkable man, but Sherlock was too afraid, so he stayed aloof, playing the sociopath he claimed to be.
***
Despite Angeloâs rather boisterous appearance, Sherlock always felt a calmness fall over him when he was around the man. He wanted to show John off to his Italian friend, and simultaneously letting John see a different side of Sherlock. It was a risk to let his guard down, but if his calculations were correct, the outcome would be glorious.
So, instead of biting Johnâs head off when he subtlety asked about Sherlockâs romantic preferences, he answered truthfully.
âYes, John. I am unattached. Just like you.â
Sherlock couldnât take his eyes off Johnâs tongue. It wet his lips continuously during the meal, and Sherlock wanted to taste it. The lack of data of how it would feel to kiss John and to be invaded by that rosy piece of flesh, almost drove the great detective mad.Â
***
The chase through the city had never been so intoxicating and thrilling. John was right behind him, his cane safely taken care of by Angelo.
âWelcome to London.â
The American passenger in the taxi couldnât believe the politeness of the British police, and Sherlock felt dizzy just listening to Johnâs incredulous laughter at the insane encounter.
They were breathless and giddy when they locked the black door of 221 Baker Street behind them.
âThatâs the most ridiculous thing Iâve ever done!â
âAnd you invaded Afghanistan.â
A knock on the door. Sherlock gestured for John to open.
âItâs for you.â
Johnâs astounded look when he returned with his cane, brought by Angelo, made Sherlockâs stomach do a somersault.
âHow?â John said and shook his head in disbelief.
He leant the cane on the wall and approached Sherlock carefully. When he stood toe-to-toe with him, John took a hold of Sherlockâs upper arms.
âYou,â he said softly. âDo you even know what youâve done to me, for me? How am I ever going to repay you, thanking you for letting the sun into my life again? For making me want to live.â
Sherlock just stared down at John, unable to grasp what he meant. Heâd done nothing out of the ordinary. Well, to be fair, the idea of visiting Angeloâs had been a whim. Not at all planned beforehand. He was a bit perplexed that something impulsive could make such an impact.Â
When Sherlock asked about that, after their fifteenth kiss, John told him he was wrong.
âIt wasnât dinner, Sherlock. Iâve been in that situation lots of times. It was the chase that made me feel alive and useful. Not that dinner wasnât lovely, because it absolutely was, but it seems that running after you is one of those things Iâm suddenly addicted to. Just as that sinful mouth of yours.â
And with that, their sixteenth kiss was a fact.
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Chapter V | Siri
Summary: You moved to one of the biggest cities in the world - Grand Line to pursue filmmaking career. Soon enough your path will cross with the vocalist of upcoming band called âThe Neighbourhoodâ. At first you decided to be just friends - because it would be easier, but sadly as everything in life sometimes by taking the easy path we regret a lot of things.
Main characters: Portgas D Ace x Reader (female)
Supporting characters: Nami, Usopp, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Deuce, Shanks, Buggy, Sabo, Eustass Kid, Koala, Robin, Dave (OC), (more to be add)
Description: Modern AU | Musician Ace
WARNINGS: explicit language, use of nicotine/cigarettes, use of weed/joint, slight smut, sexual content , mentions of alcohol, mentions of narcolepsy, conflict feelings, MINORS INTERACT ON YOUR OWN RISK (18+)
Word Count: 15,6K
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NOTE: This chapter was rewritten like ten times and still I feel like it could of been better. As you can see from the warnings, there is some smut in it, as I decided to test the waters with it (please read the note at the end, as I donât want to spoil anything for you at the beginning). I hope that you will enjoy the chapter as I tried to make it serious but also fun and unbelievable in some moments as it is usually in real life. Also a BIG BIG THANK YOU to all of you who comment, reblog, like and follow me it means the world to me đ„č𫶠And thank you for the sweet messages when I shared with you that I havenât been feeling good this past week, you all are amazing human beings <3333
âItâs great, I was sure you gonna nailed it.â Dave tilted his head looking at me with a big grin spread across his face. I finished editing the footage for the music video last night and called him to meet me today for a coffee. We were sitting on a table for two in my favourite coffee shop. I was nervously biting on my nails, my brows frown not fully satisfied or convinced that the video was good enough.
âYou sure? I donât think itâs there yet.â I breathed out, rubbing my temples as Iâve already had a headache. âAnd I must send it by tomorrow as I promised Marco, a-and I must work on my short-cut as we start filming next week, a-a-and I donât have location, I-I have nothing.â I gibbered, clicking on the computer mouse, opening different programs, trying to find a way to make it better. It was not good enough and I didnât have much time left to sent it. âWhy, why, why did I agree to do this?â Stress was taking over me these past days; I thought that I could manage a lot of things at the same time not realising that I was not ready for this yet.
âHey, hey, hey.â Dave gently grabbed my hand and put the mouse away. He gently stared to run circles on my back trying to calm me down. âThe video is amazing; you canât do it any better than it is already.â He looked me in the eyes, and I could see that he meant what he was saying. âTake some deep breaths.â His tone was gentle. He put his arm around my shoulder pushing me closer to him. âYou did great. Hell, I should show you the first video that I did, so you can see what a bad music video looks like.â I giggled at his attempt to cheer me up. I took a deep breath and tilted my head up as I could feel some tears building up in my eyes, ready to fall. âHey, no crying.â Dave gently whipped the tear that rolled from the corner of my eye.
âIâm sorry, Iâm not a cry baby I promise.â I chuckled trying to hold back the tears.
âI know you arenât. I think you stressed yourself way too much.â His thumb continued to gently crease my cheek. I looked at him and nodded, my lip trembling. âThe video is perfect, now save the files and just relax.â He reassured me again, giving me little squeeze on the shoulder.
âYou are right.â I saved the files and closed the laptop. âThank you, Dave.â I whispered, glancing at his sincere green eyes. He slightly nodded and gave me one of his sweet smiles.
âDonât look at it anymore and just send it to their manager.â Dave let go of me and took a sip of his coffee. I also took a sip of mine and made a grimace. We stayed in silence for a second, as I was lost in my own thoughts, until Dave cleared his throat. âCan I... Can I ask you something?â He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to ask whatever he had in mind.
âOf course you can.â I turned all my attention to him.
âIs there something going on between you and I think his name was Ace?â His gaze focused on me.
âWhat? No, why?â My eyes were shifting between him and the coffee mug in my hands.
âWell, there was obviously some tension between you two on set, so I thought that you might... you know.â He awkwardly shrugged. I puffed and gave him a dismissive wave of with my hand.
âI was just pissed because he was late, thatâs all.â I lied, something I caught myself doing a lot lately, especially when it came to Ace. âI hate it when people are not serious you know, and he wasnât that day on set, so I got pissed.â This was not a lie. Ace did piss me off with his behaviour on set, not only for that, but Dave didnât need to know.
âYeah, that was a little annoying.â He agreed with me. âAnd arrogant.â Dave added. I side-eyed him for a second. âHonestly, from all the guys he was giving the weirdest vibes.â
âWhat do you mean?â I wanted him to elaborate more by what he meant by Ace being the âweirdestâ.
âSorry, I shouldnât have said that. He is your friend after all.â The regret in his voice was clear as he quickly apologised but I shook my head. Â
âWe are not that close.â I pointed out. âBut for real, why did you get this vibe from him? I personally think that Law is the weirdest.â I laughed, thinking of all the awkward situations I have had with Law. He was also the one I have spoken the least with.
âNah, Lawâs pretty cool.â Dave disagreed with me, nudging my shoulder. âWell, I donât know... Ace was kinda giving me some weird looks.â
âWhat? For real?â I blinked surprised at Dave. âI didnât notice anything. Are you sure he did?â Ace might be an ass from time to time, but I didnât notice anything on set, he seemed pretty chilled with all of the guys.
âI donât know, you are right and maybe I misread the situation.â I didnât know what to respond, so I just gave him an awkward smile. âLook I didnât want to bad mouth Ace or anything like it, I swear.â Dave run his hand over his hair, as he gave me a regretful look.
âDave, please. You didnât bad mouth anyone, if he did act like this then he is an ass.â I gently placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. I didnât want Dave to feel bad, for sharing his view of someone with me. âAnd Iâm not going to tell him anything, so donât worry.â
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I got home and the first thing that I did was to take a warm shower. I took of my clothes and throw them in the laundry basket. Before I got in the shower, I put some music on my phone and left it on the sink. I got in the shower and let the warm water run down my body. It helped relaxing my tensed muscles. The whole room was steamed, making everything foggy. The past few days were quite stressful for me and the upcoming ones wouldnât be any different. From shooting the music video, to editing it and the stress if they were going to like it, to my upcoming short-cuts, my mind was going to explode. On top of it I couldnât stop thinking about Ace, no matter how hard I tried not to. In a way he had gotten under my skin. He was so suffocating and hard to understand at times. His whole behaviour was so confusing, one second, he was all nice, bubbly and open with me and the next he was cold, and moody and overall, an asshole. I confidently can say that Iâm good with reading people and understanding why they act the way they do, but Ace was another story. From what he had shared with me so far, I knew that he hadnât had it easy in life. Especially growing up without parents, it definitely took a tool on him. I want to get to know him more and be his friend, but Iâm not sure how much he would let me in his life and mind.
I couldnât stop thinking of the afternoon we spent together on Saturday, if I was to make a cheesy movie, I would definitely recreate it. I was surprised even then how much he opened, but then so did I. Not even Nami and Usopp knew about my mother. Something that Saturday made me trust him and that same thing made him trust me. Part of me started to wonder, what if he regrated opening, as it might have been too soon, giving the fact we have known each other for almost a month. Then the scene with Samantha, and the way he was enjoying it, made my blood boil. The satisfaction in his eyes when I cut the scene right before their kiss, and the cocky smirk he had on his face, like he knew why I did it, only added fuel to my irritation with him. And the audacity to text me right after.
âFucking Aceâ I cursed under my breath as I felt myself getting irritated once again. Rubbing the bodywash up and down my body and the hot water washing it away, my mind was full of Ace. I tried to take my mind off him, but I couldnât. I felt this warm feeling building up inside of me. I havenât felt this way in a long time. I ran one of my hands down my neck to my breast. Closing my eyes the first thing that my mind thought off was the feeling of when I was holding onto Aceâs torso while we were on his motorbike. âNo, fuck.â My eyes shoot open as I shook my head quickly getting rid of the thoughts. I tried to calm myself as I was getting heated up. I reached for the towel hanged next to the shower door and wrapped it around myself. âFuckinâ Ace.â I whispered to myself. âFucking Ace.â I called out louder, as I smacked my hands on the sink. âFuckinâ, fuckinâ Ace.â I got mad at myself for letting him have such effect on me.
âCalling Ace.â My eyes widen as I heard Siriâs voice. I grabbed my phone as quick as possible, which had already dialled Aceâs number. Because of my wet fingers the screen wasnât responding, no matter how fast I tried to cancel the call.
âHey, doll.â His voice raspy and low. âYou arenât mad at me anymore?â He snorted.
âA-Ace.â My voice came out like I was out of breath. I slapped myself on the face.
âUh... doll? Are you okay?â His voice sounded confused. âYou sound a little out of breath.â
âSo do you.â I quickly replied.
âYou caught me in the middle of workout.â He huffed.
âSame.â I looked in the mirror at my reflection making a grimace at myself at the answer I gave him.
âAnd what are you working out?â He didnât believe my answer at all, I could of hear it in his voice.
âRunning.â I spatted out.
âSo, you are working our running... interesting. How many are you running?â
âFive.â
âFive what, doll?â He laughed. âYou ran out of words or something?â He teased me.
âKilometres, five kilometres.â I scrunched my face as I mentally slapped myself, as I couldnât come up with worse answer than this.
âWow, impressive. We should run together sometime then.â I just hummed in respond to this. âAnd what made you call me?â
âI...um...I called you... because...â I tried to think of a quick excuse as I tighten the towel around my body. âBecause of the video.â I blurted out.
âItâs done?â He sounded surprised.
âYes, and you are the first one to know that, remember how you ask me to be the first one to know, there you go. You welcome.â I chuckled, regaining my confidence.
âNo, I didnât.â
âYes, you did.â
âNo, I did not.â
âAce, you did.â Was he trying to irritate me, and it was working.
âI asked you to be the first one to see it, not the first one to know.â He clarified. I bit my tongue, the audacity this man had was unmatched. âSo when can we watch it?â
âI am going to emailed it to Marco, but if you text me your email, I can send it to you as well.â
âNo, come over my place and we can watch it together.â I was taken aback from his suggestion.
âIâm extremely tired, so thank you, but no.â I politely decline his offer.
âTake a nap, itâs barely 3PM, I will come and pick you up around six.â He didnât tell or ask me; he literally commanded me.
âAce I just told you Iâm tired.â I hissed.
âDidnât I give you a solution just a second ago?â He was testing my patience at this point.
âAce, Iâm not the type you can order around.â I rolled my eyes annoyed.
âIs that a challenged, doll?â He teased.
âAce you are...â He didnât let me finish.
âCharmin, I know. Now tell me what your plans for the night are?â I could feel the smug smirk on his face without even seeing him. Â
âSleeping.â I spatted.
âI promise I will get you back home the latest around ten.â Ace wasnât going to give up.
âYou wonât take ânoâ for an answer, will you?â He clicked with his tongue. âFine, but under one condition.â I sighed.
âShoot.â
âYou send me the address and I come by myself, because Iâm not getting on that thing again.â He laughed as I referred to his motorbike as âthat thingâ.
âSure, Iâll send you the address.â And with this he hung up. I ran my fingers through my wet hair and sighed deeply. I looked at my phone and whined.
âHow? How did you hear âcall Aceâ, hu? Explain!â I was talking to my phone like it can respond to me. I didnât know how to call this, but some cosmetic power out there was clearly beefing with me, as what just happened right now, was made up straight out of a movie.
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Around five-something pm, I woke up from the nap I took. I stretched my body and reached to take my phone and check the address that Ace sent me. It was thirty minutes away with the metro.
âOps, guess I will be late.â I said to myself with a sly smile. Ace could wait for a little bit.
I put a pair of dark blue leggings on and just a white hoodie on top. I grabbed my bag, but first checked if I got everything with me. I left my place and went to catch the metro. After almost forty minutes I was in front of his front door. The area where Ace lived was quite nice depending on which side of it you live. He lived in the middle between the good and the bad side, which I found kind of ironic. From what I have gotten to know him so far, Ace was somehow always in between something. The building where he lived was old from the outside but renovated from the inside. He had sent me the code for the entrance door of the building, so I easily got in. His apartment was on the last floor and there was no elevator, so by the time I reached the seventh floor I was out of breath. I made a mental note to myself that I need to consider started working out. I chewed on my bottom lip as tension started to build up in me before I rang the bell, and a sight left my lips. I looked down as I was playing nervously with my fingers waiting for Ace to open the door. The door swinged open, and Ace stood in front of me. I lifted my head slowly and I was met with Aceâs bare upper body, as only a pair of grey sweatpants were hanging low on his hips. My eyes widen and I immediately looked away.
âYou are late, doll.â A smug smirk was growing on his face as he saw me all flushed and avoiding his gaze.
âYou are not the one to speak about whoâs late or not.â I snapped quietly. He moved aside and let me in. I stepped inside and took off my shoes, kicking them on the side. Ace closed the door behind me, and I followed him. The apartment was spacious. By the entrance, on the left, was a door that was closed and next to it was the kitchen which wasnât very big and had no door. From the small hallway we went straight to the spacious living room. The walls were anchor grey colour with some naked spots on most corners and you could see the bricks. The two big windows, on each side of the wall where a big TV was placed, were almost touching the floor, and some long off-white curtains were hanged on them. In the middle was a big L-shaped light grey couch with a square coffee table in front of it. In the right spaced corner Ace had a desk by the window, which was quite a mess with pencils and sheets of paper everywhere, even on the ground. By the desk were positioned three guitar stances, only two guitars placed there the third one missing. The corner wall there was covered in posters of different bands and artists. On the left side of the living room behind the couch almost to the corner was another door which was closed as well. The left side wall had another big window but that one didnât reach the floor like the others. In front of it was big sideboard with a lot of picture frames on top of it. The apartment overall was super clean and tidy, which surprised me a little as I always thought of Ace as a messy guy.
âWow, your place is amazing.â I said as he offered to take my bag, and I handed it to him, still avoiding looking at his direction. I sat on the couch where I saw the third missing guitar.
âDo you want to drink something? I have like coke and beer.â He came by the back of the couch and picked the guitar putting it back to its place.
âIs it zero?â I glanced at him, his back facing me. His broad back was defined with muscles. I always thought he had a back tattoo but apparently, I was wrong, instead the back of his shoulders was covered with freckles.
âUh... I have to check.â He scratched the back of his neck as he smiled at me. I slowly nodded and moved my eyes away from his body as he left the room. My eyes landed on the paper sheets on the table and the pen on top of them. I tilted my head to take a better look at them.
âDo you want ice?â Ace yelled from the kitchen.
âYes, please.â I yelled back. He came soon after with a can of Coke Zero and a glass full of ice. âThank you.â I whispered as he handed it to me. I poured the Coke into the glass and took a big sip. Ace put the paper sheets away and sat on the other side of the sofa, leaning back as he spreads his legs like a slut, and pulled up his phone.
âHave you eaten?â He asked me without looking at me but scrolling on his phone.
âUh, no I havenât.â I murmured, swallowing hard.
âWhat do you want to eat?â He glanced at me.
âI donât have preferences.â I shrugged. Ace looked again at me and sighed.
âDoll, relax please. You know you can lay or just lean comfortably, no need to be stiff at all. Feel at home, I mean it.â He threw one of the small pillows on the couch at me and I caught it. I didnât say anything, I just hugged the pillow and leaned back on the couch. âSo, I donât know... Pizza?â Ace raised his eyebrows waiting for a respond.
âSure, pizza is good.â I nodded.
âHave you tried this place âPappa Grappaâ they have th-â I didnât let Ace finished his sentence as I squeaked excitedly almost choking as I was taking a sip of the cola. Aceâs eyes widen at my reaction as he gave me a questionable look.
âAre you kidding me? They are the best! And oh my God, their chicken wings, have you tried them?â I moved to sit right next to him, excitement taking over me. Ace just shook his head in response to my question. I gasped. âOh my God, Ace. Ace, Ace you must try them. You donât understand those chicken wings taste like haven, like if haven was food it was going to be this chicken wings.â I grabbed him by the biceps and squeezed it, all my shyness left my body as I was babbling to him about the chicken wings. Ace smiled at my childish excitement.
âDoll, why donât you take my phone and order whatever you heart desires and I just take care of the payment, hm?â He handed me his phone to take it.
âNo, letâs split it thi-.â I insist but Ace shushed me fast.
âYou are not paying for anything. Now choose whatever you want.â He leaned back on the couch, both arms behind his neck, eyes fixed on me. I wanted to protest, but arguing with Ace was impossible as he would never back up.
âBut next time is on me.â I looked at him seriously.
âYeah, sure.â He snorted. I couldnât help but noticed that his abs tensed when he laughed. My eyes moved quickly back to his phone, as I felt a wave of heat hitting me up. I cleared my throat before I spoke.
âWhat pizza do you want?â
âYour choice.â I nodded to his response and went with my favourite pizza. Once I added the chicken wings as well, I handed him the phone so he could proceed with the payment. âSo.. how are you doing, doll?â He put his phone in his sweatpants pocket and looked at me. Even though Ace had a smug look on his face, his eyes werenât. His deep brown eyes had this soft look, nothing mischievous or mocking behind them, just pure softness.
âBeen better, you?â I leaned on the couch, a bit of a space between us. I grab one of the pillows behind my back and put it on my lap as I brought my legs close to me and crossed them.
âWhyâs that?â Ace frowned upon hearing my response.
âIâm just extremely stressed that is all.â I shrugged. âHow have you been?â
âSame as always. Still stressed about your⊠short-cuts, was it called that?â He raised his eyebrow questioningly.
âYeah, I havenât found a location for the party scene, but I might ask Dave for help, as he might know someone who can let us film in his apartment.â I clicked with my tongue. Ace clenched his jaw as he hummed. âWhat?â I chuckled at his reaction.
âWhat, what?â He frowned his eyebrows.
âWhat was with that âreactionâ?â I mimicked his jaw clenching and hum. Ace shook his head denying it.
âI never did this. But anyway, arenât you here to show me the video?â He quickly changed the subject.
âYes, I need my laptop.â I was about to stand up, but Ace stopped me and instead he did and brought me my bag. I thanked him and took the laptop out of my bag. I took a deep breath as I opened it, and it loaded. Ace sat closer to me this time, his body almost touching mine. âSo, I edit it like thousand times, but this is the final edit. I was literally going crazy over it and Dave had to calm me down and reassured me that it is good.â A little giggle escaped my lips. I was too focused on the screen and didnât see Ace rolling his eyes.
âIâm sure you did a good job.â Ace bit the inside of his cheek. I slightly tilted my head and side-eyed him, before opening the video file.
âOkay, are you ready?â I asked before pressing play. He nodded, his face emotionless. âAssholeâ I thought to myself, at lease he could pretend that he was excited to see his own video. I pressed play and the video started. My eyes were moving between the laptop and Ace the whole time, but I couldnât read his face. His face was like a stone. I started to feel more and more uncertain with every passing second, biting on my nails now afraid of his reaction. What if he doesnât like the video or worst hate it? My thoughts were running wild, while his eyes were glued to the screen. The video ended and I waited for his response.
âSoâŠ. What do you think?â I swallowed hard, the tension he was building was killing me.
âOh, dollâŠâ He clicked with his tongue, shaking his head as he pursed his lips. My eyes widen at his reaction.
âNo, no, no.â I shook my head in distress. I jumped on my feet as I covered my face with my hands. âI knew you were going to hate it, Iâm sorry, Iâm so, so sorry.â My eyes filed up with tears immediately and my lip started trembling. Â
âNo, no, hell, donât cry, doll.â Ace jumped from the couch and grabbed me by the shoulders. âI was kidding, please, donât cry.â He tried to calm me down.
âNo, you are lying.â I didnât believe him, his reaction said it out loud that he wasnât happy with the video.
âNo, Iâm not.â He cupped my face in his hands making me look at him. â(Y/N), the video is amazing. I swear upon my dead mother I love the video, doll.â I blinked at him, as a tear rolled down my face. Ace quickly whipped it with his thumb. âDoll, please donât cry. I just wanted to mess around with you a little, I swear.â He pulled me towards his chest and wrapped his arms around me. My heart skipped a beat. His skin was so warm and soft, yet his body felt so hard and muscular. I froze in his embrace. My heartbeat fastens, we have never been this close before, except from when were on his motorbike but that was different. I took a deep breath, and I got lightheaded. I never noticed how good Ace smelled - a woody, citrusy and musky notes perfectly mixed in one creating this intoxicating scent of a man. Ace let go of me after a moment and took a step back, lifting my chin up with two of his fingers looking at my eyes. âIâm sorry.â His eyes were sincere.
âYou really like it?â My voice came out like a whisper.
âI donât like it, I love it. I knew you can do it.â He moved a strand of my hair and gently put it behind my ear.
âYou are an asshole. I hope you are aware of that.â I frowned my eyebrows at him, as I turned and sat on the couch, facing away from him. Ace smiled and sat next to me and pulled me closer to him with one hand. He wrapped it around my shoulder and whispered in my ear:
âI am. But please donât be mad at me, doll.â His breath was hot on my skin, and I got goosebumps all over my body. I turned my head to look at him our faces inches apart. I slightly open my mouth to say something, but nothing came. My brows still frowned as I was still affected. He was just observing me, not saying anything, his eyes soften again.
âI should be packing my stuff and leave now but be thankful that Iâm starving otherwise I would have been gone by now.â I finally told him, turning my head away from him. Ace heartly laughed and nodded agreeing with me. His phone rang and he quickly picked up â it was the delivery guy and Ace told him that he was going to come down in a second.
âFaster.â I yelled after him as I heard him opening the front door. He just laughed in response before closing it. I huffed and looked around. My eyes land on the big sideboard with the picture frames. I got up from the couch and went to look at them. They were mostly of him with his brothers or friends. I picked the one of all three of them as kids smiling wide with one front tooth missing, Luffy looking so much smaller than his big brothers, they were no older than eight or nine years old.
âSnooping around?â Ace said behind me. I jumped a little as I didnât hear him coming back at all.
âSorry, hope you donât mind me looking at the pictures.â I chuckled still holding the frame. âThis is super cute picture.â I pointed out.
âWanna hear the story behind it?â I nodded eagerly as I handed him the framed photo. âSo, me and Sabo lost the same front tooth at the same time. I think we were around nine years old. And to not feel left out, five years old Luffy went, and till this day we donât know how he managed but took out the exact same tooth. Kid was so happy that he was matching with us, until he had to wait two years for the tooth to grow back.â Ace placed the picture on its place and we both laughed when he finished the story.
âThis is so funny, but I feel so bad for poor little Luffy.â I cooed.
âYeah, poor Luffy.â He smiled. âCome on, doll. Your wings are here, donât want them to get cold, do you?â He pinched my cheek and turned around. Just before I followed him, my eyes landed on a picture that caught my attention. I gasped, Ace heard me and tilted his head to look at me. I carefully picked the frame in my hands. The picture was of a woman. Her hair was long very light strawberry blonde colour, a hibiscus flower was placed behind her left ear. She was smiling, her dark brown eyes were full of life and her face was cover with freckles. Ace came and stood closer to me, not saying anything.
âThatâs you mom, right?â I looked at him, he was looking at the picture with so much adoration and softness. He softly hummed in response. âGod, Ace she was gorgeous.â I whispered. Looking at her now I understood where Ace got his beauty from.
âI know.â He softly said.
âYou look so much her.â I smiled at him. Ace looked at me with wide eyes, full of surprise and shock.
âWhat?â He breathed out. I put the picture back making sure I positioned it as it was before I picked it up.
âWhat? D-did I said something wrong?â I blinked confused.
âN-no, you are just the first person who has ever said this to me.â There was both surprise and sadness in his voice. I raised my brows not expecting to hear this.
âAre you kidding me? You are literally like her twin.â Ace swallowed hard when he heard my words. It didnât take me long to realise that I stuck something within him with my words. I saw his reaction and gently took his hand in mind and gave it a squeeze. âI think there are some very delicious chicken wings and pizza waiting for us.â I wiggled my eyebrows at him trying to distract him from his thoughts. Ace cleared his throat and nodded, shaking the thoughts away. We sat down on the coach, and I excitedly started taking the food out of the bag.
âCould you please bring two plates and a lot of napkins please?â I flutter my eyelashes at him. He quickly got up and did exactly what I told him to do. He came back and handed me the plates as he sat down closer to me this time. âSo, are you ready, to try the most tender, mouth-watering, making you taste haven, juicy, flavoury rich, orgasm reaching chicken wings in the world?â I seriously said while looking at Ace in the eyes. He covered his mouth trying to hold his laughter but his whole body was shaking. I opened the box with the wings and smelled it breathing out loudly. I took two and handed one of it to Ace.
âNow, this is not an ordinary chicken wing, so you eat them a certain way.â I lift my finger in the air pointing out how important it was for him to listen to me carefully now. âYou grab the wing, you place it in your mouth and then just bite on it and pull out the bone. They are so tender that a gentle bite strips all the meat, you got it?â I pointed my finger at him.
âGot it.â He lifted his hands in the air, like he was under arrest. I gave him a cheer with the wing and nodded letting him know that he can eat now. I did the same, the moment the juiciness and the BBQ sauce touched my tongue I couldnât stop the moan that left my lips. I leaned on the couch as I was enjoying the taste, my eyes closed. Ace was taken aback from my reaction last thing he expected was to hear me moan. He swallowed and licked his lips, looking at me.
âDoll, you good?â He lifted his head a bit to look at my face.
âIâm having soul orgasm now, please donât interrupt me.â I lifted my hand to his face to make him stop talking. Ace burst out laughing, he put the plate to the side as he grabbed on his stomach. âWhat are you laughing at? This is better than sex.â I chuckled.
âLook, doll. The wings are good, I give you this â you were right about them, butâŠâ He took a breath trying to calm himself down. âNothing can beat sex.â He shook his head at me as he opened the pizza box taking a slice of it.
âSex is overrated.â I disagreed with him as I took another wing, enjoying the test of it. Ace snorted out when he heard me.
âDoll, all respect here, but if you have slept only with boys who had no idea how to please a woman, thatâs on them, not sex.â He winked at me, and I rolled my eyes at his comment. âWhy the eye rolling? You know Iâm right. Come on, if itâs not that personal and uncomfortable for you⊠have you never you know⊠had a mind blowing sex?â He deeply exhaled; his eyes were full of curiosity a little devilish smile playing on his lips. I sighed gesturing him to hand me a slice of pizza. He did and I thanked him, as I took a bite of it. I lifted my finger to tell him to give me a second before I response.
âIâve done it only once so far, and it was bad, like embarrassing bad.â Shivers ran down my spine as I remembered my first time. My face cringed at the thought of it.
âSorry to hear that, doll.â He chuckled before taking a bite of his slice. âWhen was it?â
âLast year.â I replied. âYours?â I glanced at him.
âI was seventeen.â I got surprised by his answer. âWhat?â He noticed my reaction.
âNothing just⊠I thought⊠I donât know⊠like you are going to say something like fifteen.â I shrugged.
âI wish.â Ace huffed and we shared a laughed. âBut seriously, just because one guy did you bad, doesnât mean all of them will.â I gave him a look and rolled my eyes at him. âHey, take it as an advice from a friend.â He pointed his finger at me.
âSure, Ace, sure.â I gave him a thumb up, as I was taking another wing.
âHm, come here.â Ace gestured me with two fingers to lean towards him. I did and he ran his thumb on the corner of my lips. âYou had a little sauce on you, doll.â He licked his finger clean.
âYou could give me a napkin.â I remarked licking my lips.
âWhy? I can always clean you good.â He smirked at me. I facepalmed myself, shaking my head as I tried not to laugh. I couldnât deny it, but I always have fun around Ace. The moment I relax around him it feels like I could be myself without any modesty. We finished eating and I stood to clean the table, but Ace stopped me again and told me that he would take care of it. I checked the time, and it was already 9PM.
âWanna smoke one?â Ace asked me when he finished cleaning around.
âOh, I donât smoke cigarettes. Plus, I have to go itâs getting late.â I half smiled at him.
âStay the night, you can sleep in my bed, I can sleep here.â Ace shrugged as he sat next to me again. âAnd I didnât mean cigarettes, I have some weed⊠you know we can roll one.â He winked at me, a little smirk playing on his lips.
âThanks Ace, but some other time. I must search for a place where I can shoot the party scene tomorrow, as I have like five days until itâs my turn to film it.â I leaned my head on the back of the couch and tilted it towards Ace.
âI can help you with this just stay the night, plus Iâm ether driving you, as I will not let you go alone at that time, or you stay here for the night.â His face might not seem stern, but his tone was.
âAm I a hostage now?â I lightly chuckled and pouted my lips.
âHostages donât have choice, but you do.â He raised his eyebrows waiting for my response.
âI donât have anything with me Ace, not even a toothbrush.â
âI can give you one. Something else you would need, doll?â He leaned closer to me, his eyes locked with mine. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, shaking my head.
âYou are so persistent.â I pushed him on the chest. Ace laughed at me before he got up from the couch.
***************
We shared a joint and now we were laying on the couch, soft music was playing in the background from the speaker. Ace was lounged on the couch, hands behind his neck, his head propped on the back of the couch. I was laying on the couch with my head leaned on Aceâs lap. I felt so high, as I couldnât remember the last time I smoked weed. The silence between us was terrifically comfortable.
âAce...â I whispered tilting my head up, to take a better look at him. He hummed in response not looking at me. âWhat made you believe in me?â
âWhat do you mean, doll?â His voice raspy and low, almost like a whisper.
âYou had never seen any of my work, yet you trusted me enough to direct your bandâs first and most important video...â I took a deep breath. âWhy?â Ace didnât respond at first.
âI donât know, doll. I had a feeling, so I went with my gut.â He finally looked at me, his eyes were half lidded as usually but this time they were so red. He was probably as high as me. I slowly nodded moving my gaze to the wall covered with posters, knowing that I wonât get any further answers from him. As I was lost in my own thoughts I felt his hand on my head, his fingers running through my hair. This made me relax even more. âBut I wasnât wrong.â Ace broke the silence. âYou did great, doll. Believe more in yourself.â My heart skipped a beat when I heard him saying this.
âItâs hard, you know?â I whispered. âI canât shake the âimposterâ feeling in me, no matter what people tell me.â I quietly confessed. âIt doesnât mater how good something turns out to be, it is never a hundred percent perfect, you know? Like it can aways be better, yet it can never be perfect. Nothing can ever be perfect...â My voice was so low, I wasnât even sure if Ace heard me. His fingers moved slowly and gently to my cheek caressing it. I leaned into his touch closing my eyes.
âI know what you mean, doll.â He softly said, voice still low and raspy. âI feel the same, after every show. I have been living with the âimposterâ syndrome my whole life.â I was listening carefully to Ace, as he was opening to me again. âI wish... I wish, I have been feeling, as an imposter, only for when it comes music, but... I feel that way about everything, even life itself.â I turned my head to look at his face. His eyes were looking at me. Sadness and doubt could have been read in them. I turned my body to the side and placed a hand on his chest, heart beating steady. His fingers still on my cheek as he was running them up and down slowly. âI feel like Iâm bringing the guys down all the time. After every performance we have Iâm a mess... and the feeling of not being good enough for anything never leaves.â My heart ached for him. Not only because I knew what he meant as I related to him, but because he didnât deserve to feel this way. Ace was very talented and a good person as well, even when he was acting like an ass sometimes, but now more than ever I understood why... it was all an act, to protect himself. âDonât even get me started on the family shit...â He huffed.
âNow I understand why âWhat's eating Gilbert Grapeâ is a movie you related to.â Ace huffed again, but this time with a half smirk. I rose up and sat on the couch. I moved closer to Ace, whoâs hands were now rested on the back of the couch. His head still leaned back on, he just side-eyed me. I slowly lifted my hand and without words, just with an exchange of looks I asked for permission if I could touch him. Ace barely nodded as he blinked letting me know without words or big gestures that I can touch him. I slowly ran my fingers through his dark locks. His hair was thick and little wavy, so soft in touch.
âYea, even thought we are the same age with Sabo, I have always been the big brother, and I had to be the man in the house on top of it. A lot of my life choices were based on how it would affect them, but I canât complain really, can I?â He might have said it like a joke, but the hint of bitterness was as clear as a glass. âYou know, I might be twenty-five but sometimes I feel like Iâm forty-five, life is so tiring at time.â I only nodded, not sure what to say and not knowing if I should say something in a first place. Ace closed his eyes, and I continued to play with hair by running my fingers thought it.
âYou know...â I took a deep breath before I continue. âI might not have siblings or had the exact same difficulties in life as you... but I can always listen and be there for you, as I understand what it feels like, under different circumstances than yours of course, but still... After all what are friends for?â I placed a small smile on my face and swallowed hard, the word âfriendâ was starting to take a bitter taste on my tongue. Ace opened his eyes and looked at me.
âSure, doll. Iâll keep this in mind.â A half smile appeared on his lips. After a moment of silence Ace spoke first.
âYou look tired, wanna go to sleep?â I didnât want the night to end, yet. But even high I could sense that this conversation affected him in some way, and I didnât want to push any further. I just nodded in respond to his question. He got up from the couch and I followed him. Ace opened the door to the room that was behind the couch and switched on the lights. The walls in the room were entirely naked all the bricks visible. In the middle was a big wooden pallet bed. In front of it was a big bookcase covering the entire wall. He had all sorts of books, movies and CDs on it. On the right side of the bed, next to the wall he had two black clothing racks, all his clothes hanged there. The left side had a big window with two white long curtains hanged on both ends.
âDo you want to change in something more comfortable?â He leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. I didnât pay him much attention as I was admiring his film collection, reading all the titles he had.
âYou have so many DVDs.â I exclaimed amazed, I knew Ace was a big movie fan already, but I didnât know about his DVDs collection. I was even more surprised to see that a lot of them were also quite recent movies. âYou know streaming platforms exist nowadays.â I teased him and tilted my head to look at him. Giggle escaped my lips, as I saw Ace faced flushed for a first time ever. I quickly stood in front of him and poked him on his stomach, as he was trying to avoid my gaze. âI didnât know you are such a geek.â I poked him again and he tensed his muscles after every poke.
âIâm not, I just like to collect things that I like.â He grabbed my wrists before I land another poke on him. He tried to give me a warning look as I tried to fight him.
âGeek, geek.â I couldnât stop giggling as I could see him getting more and more flushed.
âOkay that was it.â Ace said before he yanked my body and tossed me on his shoulder with an ease. I squeaked, everything around me spinning from the fast motion.
âAce, put me down.â I closed my eyes, still trippy from the weed. âAce, Ace please.â I whined and begged him. He was laughing at me as I was squeaking and kicking my feet in the air, my arms around his torso as I was afraid that he would drop me.
âNot so confident now doll, hu?â He tossed me up on his shoulder again and I screamed closing my eyes as I thought he was going to drop me. Ace laughed out loud as he gently laid me down on the bed. The soft mattress hit my back as Ace propped his arms on both sides of my body. His face buried at the crock of my neck. Ace couldnât stop laughing, his body and muscles trembling and tensing. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and goosebumps ran all over my body. He slowly lifted his head and looked at me. Both of us were still high, I could see the redness in his eyes as we locked our gazes. His laughter calmed down and his eyes darken. I felt my mouth run dry as I tried to swallow the burning feeling inside of me. All that could be heard was the muffled music from the living room and our slowed breathing. The deja-vu from the Halloween party hitting my memories. This time I didnât close my eyes as I did before. He was studying my face the same way I was his. My heartbeat quickens, and I slowly raised my hand placing it on his chest. His skin was so soft. Ace closed his eyes as he drew a sharp breath in. I could feel his heartbeat matching mine. We stayed like this for a moment. I slowly moved my hand up to the back of his neck, the urge to pull him closer to me taking over me, but I still hesitated. Ace wasnât moving at all and closed his eyes, as his breathing got heavy. His whole body tensed as he tried to move away from me. He sat on his keens on the bed and his eyes shoot open in panic. I push myself up on my elbows with a confused look on my face.
âDoll, have I told you that I have narcol-â Ace couldnât finish his sentenced as his eyes rolled back and his whole body went numb. My body rose immediately and caught Ace by the arm, pulling him towards me with all the straight I have had in me. My heart was going to explode as I didnât know what to do, and the fact that if I didnât react so fast Ace was going to hurt himself so bad. His body was laying in my arms, as I gently placed him on the mattress.
âAce.â I whispered trying no to panic, as I had no idea how to help him. The only thing that kept me as calm as it was possible to be in this situation, was the fact that he was breathing steady. I gently tucked a lock of hair away from his face and placed my hand on his cheek and caressed it. My thoughts were running wild, as I had no idea how long he was going to be passed out like this. I pulled my phone out from the pocket on my hoodie and started to type fast what to do in situations like this one. My eyes were moving between the screen and Ace all the time. A few minutes later Ace started to open his eyes. I froze on the bed not being able to move as I didnât want to scare him or something. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed his temples.
âFuck, fuck, fuck.â Ace groaned loudly, as he looked at me with worry and embarrassment written all over his face. âDoll, Iâm so sorry. Please, tell me are you okay? Did I fall on top of you? Are you hurt?â He sat on the bed but kept a distance between us.
âI-Iâm okay, are y-you okay? What happened?â I blinked at him, the shock of what had happened still havenât left my body.
âIâm sorry, if I scared you.â He shook his head as he cursed under his breath. âIâm narcoleptic, guess I forgot to mention it before.â He mumbled as he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with me. I reached and placed my hand on his knee squeezing it.
âAce, itâs okay. I just got panicked because I didnât know what to do to help you. Does this happen... a lot?â My brows frowned slightly as I was concerned about him. Ace finally looked at me. He rubbed his chin and shook his head.
âKinda, but I havenât had a cataplexy attack in the past eight months.â He seemed lost in his own thoughts. Now that I know that he is narcoleptic, this explains why half of the time he looked so tired or emotionless. âAnd you donât need to do anything, the attack passes by itself in a few minutes, and Iâm still conscious in the meantime anyway.â He shrugged as he explained to me.
âDoes your body hurt? I caught you in time, before you hurt yourself bad, but still I had to pull you quite hard...â I moved closer to Ace, and he snorted.
âIâm all good, doll. Donât worry I have fallen quite a lot, so Iâm used to take hits.â I pouted at him when he tried to turn this into a joke. Â Â
âAce, itâs not funny.â I murmured. âDo you take pills for it?â I softly asked him.
âYeah, I do. Everyday, as I have type one narcolepsy.â He gave me one last look before he got up from the bed. âIf you want to change into something more comfortable take something from my clothes.â He was about to walked out of the room when I stopped him.
âYou can sleep in your bed, I can sleep on the couch itâs not a problem at all, or I can call myself uber an-â He didnât let me finish.
âDoll, go to sleep. Iâm fine, just donât pity me now, okay.â His face was serious, while his voice was more laid. Â
âIâm not pitying you.â I quickly replied as I frowned my eyebrows again.
âGood.â He said as he grabbed the doorhandle to close the door after himself. âNight, doll.â
âGoodnight, Ace.â I quietly called after him as he closed the door. I sighed looking at the closed door. He was so stubborn sometimes, most of the time actually. I got from the bed to change to one of his t-shists. I found a simple white t-shirt that looked like it would sit on me like a dress, so I took my clothes off and put it instead. I turned off the lights and got into his bed. The room was not completely dark as the curtains were open and some streetlight was reflecting. I buried my head in the pillows, which smelled so much like him. Thoughts were running all over my mind and all of them were about Ace. I was tossing and turning around until sleep took over me.
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In the morning, I woke up around ten something. I rose and sat in the bed for a second, looking around. A yawn escaped my lips as I reached to grab my phone. My eyes widen with shock as I saw I had a message from one of the actors for my short-cut film asking where I was, as we had arranged a meeting today in the morning. I quickly called them and apologised, asking them if they could still meet me in thirty minutes. Thankfully they could so I quickly got up from the bed and dressed myself with my cloths, tossing the white shirt on the unmade bed.
âAce?â I called out when I stepped outside the room. I looked around for him everywhere, but I couldnât find him. Finally, I saw a note on the coffee table. I grabbed the note and read it.
âI have some early morning stuffs that I must do, I left you toothbrush in the bathroom. Eat something. There is a spear key by the door, lock it and drop it inside the mailbox. Aceâ I read out loud. An unpleasant feeling set in my stomach. I didnât expect at all to wake up and not to see him. I shook the feeling away and ran to the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth. I found the spear key and locked the door behind me, dropping the key back in the mailbox. I quickly ran down the stairs and then to the metro station. While I was in the metro, I typed a short message to Ace that I dropped his key in the mailbox and thanked him for letting me stay over last night. It was so cold outside today; I was freezing with the leggings and the hoodie only. I got to the university as fast I could. Running down the hallway I ran into someoneâs back accidently as I couldnât pass by them on time.
âIâm so, so sorry.â I turned to tell them, only to be met with Daveâs green eyes.
â(Y/N), why are in such hurry?â He smiled at me, confusion written on his face.
âI forgot that I have a meeting with my actors for the short-cut and they have been waiting for me for an hour now.â I quickly explained.
âOhh shit, then run, catch you later.â He sent me off as he flashed me another smile. I returned the smile and ran to the room where the actors were waiting for me. I apologised to them again, but they brushed me off by saying that they understood.
âOkay, let me get my laptop and we can go through the script.â I smiled at all four of them. âFuck, noâ I cursed as realisation hit me. I forgot my backpack at Aceâs place. I ran my fingers thought my hair pulling it as I tried to take some deep breaths and calm myself down. I have everything on my phone as well so it shouldnât be a problem. They all locked at me confused as I turned around. I explained quickly what I have done, and they shared some looks between themselves. I couldnât blame them; I was all over the place today.
âI have it on my phone so it shouldnât be a problem.â I pulled my phone which had only thirty percent battery left. âPerfect, just perfectâ I thought to myself, before I started the meeting with the guys.
After an hour and a half, we were done, as we even had some time to rehears and improvise the scenes. I thanked them and told them that I will send more information regarding their rolls tonight. They bit me goodbye and left. With the remaining five percent that I had left, I texted Ace a quick message that I have forgotten my bag at his place, and I really need it as I have everything in it, even the keys to my apartment, and I would be grateful if he could bring it to me. While waiting for a response from Ace, I texted Dave to see if he was still around school. He quickly replied to meet him in the chill aera. I made my way there and he was sitting with some classmates of his. He greeted me with a big smile as always and made me some space to sit next to him.
âHow was the meeting?â He asked as he saw my tired face.
âUh, donât ask, I made a fool of myself in front of them. They probably think that I have no idea what Iâm doing, and they wonât be wrong. Iâm all over the place today, I even forgot my bag so I had to work from my phone, which has no battery left.â I complained and I buried my head in the palms of my hands. Dave laughed at me and softly ran circles on my back.
âNah, you are beating yourself up again.â He spoke. âAlso, what Marco thinks of the video? Did he like it?â I almost broke my neck when I raised my head fast, as I totally forgot to sent Marco the video. Dave saw my reaction and frowned. âPlease, donât tell me you forgot to send it to him.â I slowly nodded my head at his question, biting on my lips hard. âCall him and apologies immediately, as this will come out very unprofessional.â Dave handed me his charger so I could plug my phone to charge. The moment it started to charge I called Marco immediately. I explained to him the situation and he told me not to worry much just to make sure to sent it to him by four oâclock today. I thanked him and we ended the conversation.
âWell, that went well.â I exhaled as I sat back down next to Dave. I checked my phone, but I still had no response from Ace. âHe gave me time until four oâclock.â I told Dave. He patted me on the shoulder.
âWhy donât you go home and send it now?â He suggested.
âBecause I wasnât at home last night and even my keys are in my backpack.â I mumbled. âWhy wasnât Ace responding?â was all I could think about. âSorry, what?â I asked Dave to repeat as he was asking me something, but I didnât pay him attention.
âI was asking whe-â He got interrupted by my phone ringing. It was an unknown number and I hesitated before I picked up.
âHello?â I spoke.
âHey, (Y/N). Itâs me Luffy.â Luffyâs cheerful voice filled up my ears.
âOh, hey Luffy. Whatâs up?â I was so confused. How did he get my number and why was he calling me.
âAce gave me your number to contact you, as he said you forgot you bag at his place last night and I must bring it to you as soon as possible. So where are you?â My whole mood changed in the span of a second. Why was Ace making Luffy do this? And the thing that offended me was, couldnât he texted me and tell me that Luffy will do it? I would have understood him that he was busy or whatever he was doing right now, but this... this hurt me a bit.
â(Y/N) are you still on the phone?â Luffyâs voice brought me back to Earth.
âYes, yes, sorry. Um, Iâm in university but I can meet you somewhere close to your place, as we live close by, and I need to go home anyway.â I suggested.
âOkay, perfect. How does it sound in one hour, as I need some time to get to Aceâs place.â
âYeah, sure. See you in an hour Luffy.â
âSee you.â He said before hanging up.
The pang in my chest was very unpleasant. Why did he do that? I checked my messages, and he havenât even marked them as read. Did I do something? I started to recall last night in my memories to think of something that might have triggered this behaviour in him, but I couldnât think of anything. I felt a hand on my knee, I looked up and I met Daveâs eyes.
âAre you okay?â His voice sounded concerned.
âYeah, just tired.â I gave him a half smile. âHey, by the way by any chance do you know anyone who might be up to let me use their apartment for my short-cut, as mine is way too small?â I asked him, as this was another thing that I had to stress about.
âI must check with my friends, but I will let you know.â
âThank you, I will also need some extras so if you know anyone who wants to be in front of camera give them my number.â I chuckled.
âI need your number first, before I can give it to other people, you know?â He winked at me.
âWhat? You donât have it?â I exclaimed surprised. Dave clicked with his tongue and shook his head. I gestured him to give me his phone so I could put my number in it. âThere you go.â I nodded at him as I handed him the phone back. I looked at the time and decided that I must leave to where me and Luffy agreed on meeting. âThank you for the charger.â I gave it back to Dave.
âAny plans for tonight?â He asked me before I leave.
âNo, but Iâm planning to stay at home as I really need one night by myself.â I exhaled loudly as I was really tired.
âI understand. Well, if you change your mind let me know.â He got up and hugged me goodbye.
**********
I waited for Luffy close by the supermarket that I knew it was close to his place. The weather got even colder and at this point I was freezing. I was bouncing on one leg to the other trying to keep myself somehow warm as I couldnât feel my toes.
â(Y/N).â I heard Luffyâs voice calling and I turned around. He had a big grin across his face. I waved and started to walk toward him to meet halfway. Luffy gave me a big warm hug. âYou are freezing.â He pointed out as he handed me my bag.
âThank you Luffy, you are a life safer.â I sniffed.
âCome on, I will walk with you.â He said and we headed towards my place. âSo how have you been lately?â
âWell, been better, very stressed lately. But once next week is over, I will be able to finally relax.â I smiled at him as shivers run down my body.
âDo you want my hoodie as well, I have a t-shirt underneath.â That was so nice of him, but I shook my head. âAre you sure?â He asked, his eyes full of concern.
âIâm sure.â I nodded. âBut how are you? Havenât seen you since Halloween.â
âPrety good, preparing for competition.â He responded.
âWhat competition?â
âOh, you might not know but I run marathons. I have already won five, but this one is nothing big, only for people from my university.â He explained.
âWait, you go to university?â I had no idea that Luffy studied, Nami and Usopp have never mentioned anything, and so did Luffy.
âYeah, Iâm studying animation.â His smile grew even bigger.
âWhat? Are you for real?â My eyes widen in surprise. I would have never guessed that Luffy was studying something as hard as animation, I didnât even know that he can draw.
âShihihih, yes, I am.â Luffy laughed at my reaction. âDonât worry everyone react like this, Iâm not the smartest out there, but Iâm not stupid.â He raised his chin. âI might be a little dumb sometimes tho.â He nudged my arm. We laughed together. âBut why are you so stressed?â
âWell, your brothers video first, it was a big challenged. And second the short-cut projects, maybe you have heard about it from Nami or Usopp. I need to find a nice apartment as soon as possible where I can shoot my film.â Tension took over my body once again.
âI can ask Sanji. He lives in a very nice and big apartment, Iâm sure he wouldnât say not.â Luffy pulled out his phone and quickly typed something in it. âDone.â He grinned at me. âI will let you know when he response.â
âOh my God, Luffy you shouldnât have to. Thank you so much.â I gave him a hug. He laughed again.
âNothing to thank me for, Sanji still havenât replied.â
âBut still just the fact that you asked him, is so nice of you.â I smiled at him again. Luffy rubbed his chin and turned his head to look at me.
âBy the way, is something going on between you and my brother?â Another thing about Luffy was that he was very straight forward.
âNo, nothing. We are just friends, thatâs all.â The bitter feeling came back, as I answered Luffyâs question. âWhy?â
âIt was just super strange, like... Ace never lets girls sleep over his place, so when he called me today in the morning to tell me to bring you your stuff, I got quite surprised.â He didnât seem to give it a second thought, for which I was glad. But also, what he said caught my attention. Why wouldnât Ace let girls stay over his place? That was strange.
âNo, Luffy. Nothing is going on between your brother and I.â I repeated to assure myself more than him. âHe just wanted to see the video first and then we just chitchat and it got late, and he offered me to stay over as I was super tired.â Part of what I said was true. âBut could you please not tell anyone, as I donât want people to get the wrong idea, you know...â I looked down at my fingers and nervously played with them.
âDidnât plan to tell anyone anyway.â He winked at me. We reached my place, and we turned to face each other. âI will let you know when Sanji response.â He hugged me.
âThank you, Luffy. You are the best.â I said returning the hug. We said goodbye and I ran to my apartment as I was freezing. The first thing I did when I got inside was to turn my laptop on and sent all the files to Marco. I made myself a cup of tea to warm myself. When all the files for the video were sent to Marco I relaxed a bit. I looked the at clock and it was barely 3PM. Instead of wasting time I pulled my sleeves up and started to work on my final touches for the short-cut. I was so focused on work I didnât realise that almost two hours had passed since I last checked my phone. I had a couple missed calls from Marco, a message from Luffy and one from Usopp. I returned the call to Marco immediately before checking the messages from Luffy and Usopp. The phone rang a few times before he picked up.
âHey, Marco. Sorry for not retur-â Marco interrupted me mid sentence.
â(Y/N), great job with the video. I love it and so did the guys. We will release it on Tuesday. You definitely have the talent for it, kid. Keep the good work going.â He ended the phone call so fast I couldnât process what he just told me. I just nodded to myself before checking the messages from Luffy and Usopp.
âSanji said that you can use his apartment, here is his number to contact him for more info.â I got so happy when I read Luffyâs message. I immediately texted Sanji to thank him and to ask if I could meet with him and see the apartment so I could do my floor plan. Then I moved to Usoppâs message in which he congratulated me on the video.
âThank you, for helping me <3â I texted Usopp back.
I couldnât stop myself from checking if Ace at least marked the messages as read. He didnât. Part of me wanted to text him and ask if he was mad at me for something, but I didnât. He was in one of his moods again. I would just need to wait until he was in the mood to talk with me again, but Iâm not sure how much I would want to speak with him then. I tried to shake him off my mind, as I got back to work.
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The gym was almost empty due the fact that it was Friday night, so most people were skipping today, so they could get ready for a night out. Law glanced at Ace, who was too focused on his bench press set. Ace was clearly disturbed today, as he hasnât been this moody in a while.
The music was blasting in Aceâs ear as he was focused on his set, not paying attention to anything else. Last night was on repeat in his mind as he couldnât get (Y/N) off from his mind. The things they shared, how much he had opened to her, something he had never done before with another girl. On top of it he let her sleep not only in his house but in his bed. He broke his main rule, no girls over his house. Especially his bed, as in his mind that meant letting someone in your very personal space. And Ace hated to have people not close to his heart invading it. In the morning when he woke up, he had to go to his room as he had to get dressed for the day, but he had forgotten to take some clothes the night before. He entered the room as quietly as possible and quickly grabbed the first pair of jeans and a hoodie he could see. Ace couldnât contain himself and took a glance at (Y/N)âs sleeping form. She was sleeping peacefully all wrapped up in the bedsheets, hugging one of his pillows. Ace smiled at the sight of her. âYeah, you look like the type that likes to cuddlesâ he thought to himself. He cursed under his breath for even thinking that and quickly left the room. No woman before has been let this close to him. He was letting (Y/N) too much into his life. Not only this, but he has never had a cataplexy attack in front of a girl. Yes, he has had his daily narcolepsy episodes in front of girls, but never to a point where his muscles weakness. Part of him was embarrassed, but he was more concerned about the fact that she had this effect on him. On the other hand, it was good that it happened as Ace knew he was about to lose it last night. The way she wrapped her arms around him wanting him closer, knowing that she wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss her. God he was going to take her right there on the spot. And the moan that had left her lips when they were eating, he could listen to this for hours. He could only imagine how sweet it would sound to listen her moaning and whining under him while he has his ways with her. Whoever had his way with her must be a fool to messed it up so badly. But it didnât mater, as Ace was not going to step over that line with her. She wasnât a girl for a one-night stand, and he couldnât give her what she deserved so he had to keep his distance from now on. Ace wasnât a relationship guy, neither he planned to be anytime soon. So, for a bit he must distance himself form (Y/N) for her own good.
Law dropped the dumbbells he was using and went to where Ace was working out. He was in the middle of his set when he saw Law standing next to his bench to spot him. Ace grunted and breathed out loudly, once he finished with the set and put the barbel back. He rose from the bench sitting up, pulling his headphones on the side.
âI donât need you to spot me.â He spat at Law.
âI can see that.â Law crossed his arms over his chest as he glanced at the added weight to the barbel. âBut you kinda going to die on the spot if you fall asleep pushing 160kg, you know.â He pointed out.
âI wish I can go away that easy.â Â Ace murmured before grabbing his water bottle and taking a sip.
âWhatâs up with you Ace?â Law face got serious and so did his tone. Ace gave him an annoyed look.
âNothing.â He replied putting his headphones back before he laid on the bench press for another set. Ace rolled his eyes as he saw Law not moving away, but instead standing to spot him. He finished with his set and got up to add some more weight to the barbel. Law was just looking at him, wondering what got him so heated up. Adding how stubborn Ace was, Law knew that it would take him some time to make Ace tell him about what was bothering him.
âPushing for a new personal record?â Law looked down at Ace as he loaded the weight. He didnât get any response from Ace as the music was blasting in his ears.
When they were done with their workout before leaving the gym Law asked Ace if he was up for a drink later, even thought he was sure Ace would tell him to fuck off. Surprisingly for Law, Ace agreed. They bit each other goodbye and left the gym. After ten minutes ride Ace parked his motorbike in front of his building. He let a deep sigh once he entered his apartment and closed the door. He threw his gym bag on the floor and went straight to the bathroom. The first thing that caught his attention was the pink toothbrush he left for (Y/N) on the sink corner. He huffed and grabbed the toothbrush ready to throw it away but stopped himself for a second. âWhat if she needs it again?â the thought crossed his mind before he had the time to assimilated it. Realising what just went thought him mind, he threw the toothbrush immediately.
âThe fuck is wrong with me?â He cursed himself as he shook his head in disbelief of his own thoughts. He stripped himself from the sweaty clothes he was wearing and got in the shower. Ace adjusted the water to the coldest and let it run all over his body. His whole body tensed from the ice-cold water. He bit on his lip hard suppressing the groan that wanted to escape his lips. Looking down at his body Ace cursed under his breath again.
âWhat am I now? Fourteen?â He hissed as he wrapped his hand around his hard erection. âCome on, go away.â Ace whined as even the cold water wasnât helping. He ran his hand through his wet hair. Ace closed his eyes as he squeezed his hand around his throbbing cock, letting a low grunt. He took a few deep breathes before moving his hand up and down. The thoughts of (Y/N) occupying his mind once again. This time he let the thoughts of her run through his mind. He couldnât help but imagine her â down on her knees, looking at him from under her lashes. The way her (eyes colour) eyes would beg him to fuck her mouth. She might not be a virgin, but he would definitely need to teach her how to please him. Ace took a sharp breath just thinking of this. âYes, yes I will teach you everything you need to know, dollâ a smirk appeared on his face when he thought of it. She was smart, so she would learn fast. He would make sure to teach her exactly how to wrap her pretty lips around him.
âFuck.â Ace grunt as he threw his head back just thinking of her lips. The way they would feel kissing and wrapping around his dick. Ace propped his hand on the wall while fasting the pace around his painfully hard length. To have her, right here, right now would feel like heaven. Ace would be gentle with her, at least at first. He would let her take her time, as she would lick like a kitten the pre-cum leaking from his pink tip. Then the way she would wrap her pretty lips around it and give a twist with her tongue. She would cover it all with kisses while giving him slow stokes, preparing herself to take it. To then watch her struggle taking all of him in her pretty mouth, having to wrap her hand around what she couldnât take. Ace would lose it then, as he wouldnât be able to control himself anymore and just start to fuck her sweet mouth. The way he would wrap his hand around her hair, pulling and guiding her how to please him. A loud moan escaped his lips as he felt that he was getting close. The image of her, on her knees, his cock in her mouth, having her choking on it while hearing her begging whines and tears running down her eyes while he deepthroat fucks her. The more he was thinking of it the closer he was getting. If she was here, the way Ace imagined her, he would make sure to paint her face with his cum. Her pretty face, all covered with his hot cum, dripping down on her and her pretty lips. This though alone made his whole body twitched and his hips jerked as he gave himself one last stroke and cum spilled all over his hand and wall. Ace cursed loudly as he threw his head back from the feeling of release. His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as he tried to collect himself.
It took him sometime to calm himself down as he felt the cold water on his back. He quickly switched the water to a normal temperature as washed his body. Ace cursed himself again. Maybe the reason he was so attracted to (Y/N) was because he restrained himself. If he had already fucked her maybe she wouldnât have crossed his mind ever again. He just needed to get laid that was it, and he was planning to do it tonight.
Ace got out of the shower and grabbed his towel wrapping it around his hips. When he entered the bedroom, his eyes landed on the unmade bed and his white t-shirt that he saw (Y/N) wore while sleeping. He grabbed the t-shirt, and the smell of her perfume hit him. Ace went and threw it in the laundry basket frustrated. Last thing he needed right now was a piece of clothing that smelled like her. He took his phone and looked at the time. It was already nine oâclock. Ace quickly towel dried his hair and tried to style it but gave up leaving it falling messy around his face. He put a black sweatshirt on with a dark grey pants and a belt around his waist. Grabbing his jacket and keys Ace left his place.
It took him twenty minutes to reach the place where he and Law usually hang out. The bar was very known around Grand Line. Ace entered the place and looked around for Law. He was sitting by the bar and when he saw Ace he waved at him. Ace nodded and walked to Law, taking the seat next to him. Law was wearing a white loose fit unbuttoned shirt with some dark blue pants.
âWhat are you drinking?â Ace asked him.
âOld fashion.â Law replied while taking a sip of his drink. Ace nodded and turned to order to the bartender who gave him a charming smile. Ace smiled at her and made his order. While making it she didnât take her eyes off him.
âOne âOld Fashionââ She said sultry while placing the drink in front of Ace. He just winked at her and gave her an extra tip when he paid. âThank you, let me know if you would like something else.â She returned the winked and went away. Ace chuckled and took a sip of his drink.
âSo, are you in better mood now?â Law wasted no time getting straight to the point.
âWhat made you think I wasnât in a good mood earlier?â Ace turned to the side to look at Law.
âCome on, Ace. Whatâs with you recently? Especially today.â Law crossed his arms waiting for Aceâs respond.
âNothing, I told you.â Ace took another sip of his drink.
âAce Iâm not buying this shit.â Law knew that something was bothering his friend, and he wasnât planning to drop it that easy. âIs everything okay at home?â he couldnât think of anything else that might get Ace this worked up.
âAs far as I know, yeah.â Ace bluntly answered. Law rubbed his beard frowning his brows at him. âLaw drop it, man. Iâm... Iâm fine.â Ace started to tap his fingers on his glass avoiding looking at Law. They stayed like this for a moment before Ace broke the silence. âDid you fix things with Robin?â
âKinda.â Law murmured. Ace raised his eyebrow at him. âShe wants something serious, and Iâm not sure that I can give her that.â Ace snorted when he heard Lawâs response. He raised the glass to his lips to take a sip of it but couldnât contain his laughter so Ace burst out laughing. Law pushed his shoulder, making Ace look at him.
âSorry, bro. Just...â Ace started to laugh again.
âMan, whatâs so funny?â Law was so confused by Aceâs reaction.
âYou two have been on and off for two years, at this point make up your minds.â Ace chuckled. âDamn, and I thought I have it bad..â He murmured under his nose.
âWait, what?â Law raised his brows confusion. âIs this whole attitude thing because of a girl?â Ace clenched his jaw and side-eyed Law. Now it was Lawâs turn to burst out laughing.
âOh, shut up.â Ace rolled his eyes at him. Law continued to chuckle when he looked at Ace and tried to calm himself. He cleared his throat before speaking.
âItâs not the blonde girl, what was her name Savanna?â
âSamantha and no. She was just a quick fuck, even tho she hasnât stop blowing my phone.â Ace rubbed his temples.
âOh, oh, I have a guess.â Law smirk as Ace glanced at him. âItâs the little director, isnât it?â The way Ace clenched his fingers around the glass told Law everything he needed to know. âHell, Iâm right, it is about (Y/N).â Just the mentioned of her name made his whole body tense. âSo, care to share?â Law chuckled.
âNothing is happening between us, so there is nothing to share. We are... just... I donât know, not really friends letâs say acquaints.â He shrugged.
âYeah, sure. Donât think Iâm blind.â Law snorted. âThe tension you two had on set could be felt from miles away. And the looks you were giving to the guy behind the camera...â He mocked Ace, who was clearly getting worked up all over again. âSo, care to explain exactly what is going on between her and you?â Law was patiently waiting for Ace to start talking. Ace cursed under his breath before looking at his friend.
âShe slept over last night.â Ace murmured. Lawâs eyes widen as he heard this. That was definitely something new. âWe didnât do anything, tho. We could of but I got cataplexy attack. Which has never ever happened before with a girl.â His cheeks started to flush. âAnd another thing is that she listens, man. Not only listens, but she also understands me. I have opened to her about some personal stuffs can you believe it?â Ace spat; Law was carefully listening to him. âBut that is not like my main problem right now...â He started to massage his temples, deep breath escaping his lips. âI know that I donât like her, like... you know something serious as I donât want anything serious, but at the same time Iâm weirdly attracted to her, and I think it is because I restrain myself.â
âWhat do you mean by ârestrainâ yourself?â Law raised his eyebrow confused.
âI canât sleep with her.â Ace fussed. âShe is so close to Luffyâs friends, and they are the same age, come on. I see all people at Luffyâs age as kids.â He took a big sip of his drink almost finishing it. âOn top of it she is Shanksâ niece.â Ace added, giving Law a knowing look.
âAce itâs just four years. Plus, she seems, well, she is quite smart girl, so I think you are the one who makes it too complicated, not her.â Law couldnât really see the problem. When they were filming the video together it was clearly that there was some chemistry between them. âPlus, you can always be like fuckbuddies, no feelings attached just sex. Just sleep with her once, and if you continue to feel that way then get all this moody and shit.â
âShe will get attached.â Ace whined. âShe told me that she had slept with a guy only once, and it was bad on top of it, so basically, she is a fucking virgin.â Law nodded understanding at Aceâs statement. âAnd she is a very nice girl. You know, I will feel bad to just use her for one night.â He might be an asshole, but he wasnât that big of an ass, to play with someone like (Y/N)âs feelings.
âSo, what do you plan to do then?â Law was carefully studying his friendâs face.
âDistant myself for now. But this time for real, as I tried before but... never mind. I just need to get laid thatâs all.â Ace explained, his eyes not leaving now the empty glass. Law decided to not say anything further. The solution was easy but Ace was stubborn, so it was pointless to give him any advice.
A few drinks later, both Ace and Law were having a good laugh; talking about the band upcoming projects, and things that both were interested in. Time flew fast and it was around midnight when something caught Aceâs attention mid-conversation. He squeezed his eyes trying to see better. His eyes landed on a girl, and she looked super familiar from the back. Was that (Y/N)? The hair was the same colour and length. She also seemed to be the same height. He hesitated for a moment before he turned to Law and told him that he would be back in a second. Ace slowly made his way to the girl. If it was (Y/N) what was he going to tell her? Why was he even going to check if it was her, when he literally told himself to keep his distance with her. It was the alcohol. Yes, he can blame it on the alcohol. And if it was her, he could just say âhelloâ and thatâs it, out of politeness. He felt his heart beating faster as he was close to approach the girl. When he stood behind her, he gently tapped her on the shoulder. She quickly turned around, and it wasnât her. The girl flashed him a cute smile.
âYes, can I help you?â She fluttered her lashes at Ace.
âOh, sorry. I mistook you for someone else.â Ace smiled at her and was about to turn around and leave when she put her hand on his shoulder to stop him.
âHey, not so fast.â She flashed him a smile. âIâm Diane.â
âAce.â He replied. Ace took a better look at her. She low-key looked like (Y/N), not as pretty, but still nice. âHow is your night going Diane?â A smug smile formed on his face.
âPretty good. Always can get better.â She bit her lip, her tone sultry. âWho were you looking for?â
âDoesnât matter. Came across something better.â Ace saw the way her cheeks blushed. These clichĂ© lines were always working. Not always, he knew someone who was going to roll her eyes and tell him to come up with something better. But Ace shook away the thought of (Y/N). He had her low-key doppelganger here, so it would work for the night.
âAre you alone here?â She wrapped a curl around her finger and played with it.
âI have my friend over there.â He pointed at Law. âWould you ladies mind us joining you?â Ace nodded his head and looked at the two other girls sitting with Diane, flashing them a charming smile. They all giggled and told him that they wouldnât mind. Ace turned to look at Law who was looking at his direction. He nodded his head at Law to come and join them. Law got up and made his way to them. He introduced himself to the girls and started to chitchat with them. They were giggling and blushing at him. Law wasnât planning on doing anything with anyone tonight as he had promised Robin to go to her place after, but still little flirting with some girls wouldnât hurt anyone. It didnât go unnoticed by him that the girl Ace was focused on was quite similar in looks to (Y/N). Law has been there before and done that. Trying to fill the void he was feeling with girls looking like Robin, but at the end of the day none of them were her. Law didnât want to say anything to Ace, as he knew how his friend stands on relationships, but the whole âI will keep my distanceâ or âwe will just be friendsâ bullshit wasnât going to work. At the end Ace was either going to end up in the same situation as Law, or maybe worse.
Another hour passed and Law received a message from Robin, asking him where he was. That was his reminder that the night for him was over. He excused himself to the girls and went to Ace to tell him goodbye.
âYou are leaving?â Ace asked surprised. His eyes were half lidded since he got way too many drinks tonight.
âYeah, man. Robin is waiting for me.â Law patted him on the shoulder. âTake care tonight, okay?â Ace rolled his eyes at Law and waved him goodbye. Law took one last glanced at his friend before leaving.
âWanna go to your place?â Ace smirked at Diane who was sitting in his lap. He ran his fingers up and down her shoulder and neck. She cupped his face and eagerly smacked her lips on his. Ace returned the kiss, taking her lower lip between his teeth biting it. The kiss quickly grew hot as Aceâs hands started to roam all over her body. âShould I take this as an âyesâ?â He whispered in her ear. Goosebumps ran all over her body and she just nodded her head. She called an uber and they quickly left.
Her hair might have not been as soft to touch as (Y/N)âs, neither her skin smelled as sweet as hers, and the way her eyes were looking at his didnât spark any flame in him. But she was just for the tonight. And she had similar look to her. He didnât even need to look at her face. The moment they laid on her bed, Ace turned her on her stomach, bending her over. And something dark took over him. He did care for the pleasure of the girls he was sleeping with. Always taking his time with them, making them feeling good first. But tonight, he was selfish. This girl wasnât (Y/N). She was a cheap replica, nothing close to what he would feel or do to her if his doll was here. Even her moans didnât sound anything close to hers. But again, this wasnât the biggest problem. The biggest problem was the fact that (Y/N) wasnât leaving his mind. And this was something that has never ever happened before. Somehow, she had found her way to get under his skin and he needed to burn her from there as soon as possible.
next chapter ->
END NOTE: I really hope you guys enjoyed it. I know that the 'smut' part wasn't anything wow, but I'm just testing the waters with it. At first it was totally different and it wasn't planned to be for Ace, but now I'm happy that I decided to write it for him, as in a way it suits his character more. Please let me know what your thoughts about it and what could I change in the future for when I'm writing a smut (u can either comment or message me). Also I felt so awkward writing it, but is it a fanfic if there is no smut in it? Feel free to comment and reblog, much love <333
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Drunk Confessions
Parings: Bucky Barnes x Male reader
Summary: After a night of drinking, Bucky shows up at your apartment soaking wet and drunk, determined to speak his mind.
A/n: Somewhat based off the lyrics "Slurring all your words not making any sense" and "cause I got hella feelings for you, I act like I don't fucking care. Like they ain't even there."
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Bucky, a shadow of his former self, slumped against the sticky bartop. His head lolled to one side, a victim of the relentless pull of gravity. The neon hum of the bar blurred at the edges of his vision, a distorted symphony of light and noise. A half-empty whiskey glass, a testament to his descent into oblivion, sat neglected in front of him. A dark puddle, spreading like a malevolent stain, marred the bar's polished surface.
With a feeble effort, he fumbled for his wallet, extracting a crumpled bill. He tossed it onto the counter, a careless gesture that belied the turmoil within. The bartender, a seasoned observer of human misery, offered to call an Uber. Bucky waved him off, a silent plea for solitude.
The rain, a relentless tormentor, lashed down, transforming the quiet street into a raging torrent. Bucky, drenched and disoriented, stumbled forward, each step a battle against the elements. His mind, clouded by the intoxicating embrace of alcohol, clung to a singular, desperate purpose. He had to see his friend, to unburden himself of the weight that had been gnawing at his soul.
Twenty minutes later, he stood before his friend's apartment, his knuckles rapping against the weathered door. It creaked open, revealing a figure shrouded in a robe. The man, shorter than Bucky, blinked sleepily, his face etched with surprise. "Bucky?" he questioned, his voice thick with confusion.
"Yeah, it's me," Bucky replied, his voice barely audible over the roar of the storm. "Can I come in?"
Without waiting for an answer, he stepped inside, water dripping from his clothes onto the worn carpet. His friend, clearly startled, ushered him towards the entrance, "Wait there. I'll get you a towel."
A few minutes later, Bucky emerged from the bedroom, now dry and clad in borrowed clothes. He sank into a chair at the dining table, a steaming cup of tea clutched in his hands. His friend joined him, a concerned expression etched on his face.
"I gotta tell you something," Bucky began, his words slurred. "Something important."
Something was clearly gnawing at Bucky, a darkness eating away at him from within.
âIs everything alright?â he whispered, his voice barely audible. Even without words, he knew Bucky was struggling, his mind plagued by the specter of the Winter Soldier.
The cozy, familiar setting seemed to amplify Bucky's unease. A glance at the framed photo from last year's birthday partyâa snapshot of shared laughter and genuine warmthâsent a pang of longing through him. This man, who saw beyond the horrors of his past, was everything to Bucky. Yet, a shadow loomed over their connection.
Bucky's metallic fingers drummed nervously against the mug, his gaze darting around the room, avoiding direct eye contact. âNo, everything's fine,â he murmured, his voice strained. âI just... need to get something off my chest.â
Bucky took a deep breath, the warmth of the tea doing little to soothe the turmoil within him. "Look," he began, his voice barely a whisper, "I've been... I've been thinking a lot lately." He paused, his gaze flickering towards the framed photo. "About us."
A beat of silence hung in the air, the only sound the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. Bucky's friend leaned forward, his eyes filled with concern. "Bucky, whatever it is, you can tell me."
With a surge of courage, Bucky blurted out, "I... I love you. I've been terrified to say it, because of... well, you know. But I can't keep it bottled up anymore."
His confession hung heavy in the air, the weight of his past threatening to crush the fragile hope it carried. Yet, to his surprise, his friend's face broke into a gentle smile. "Bucky," he began, his voice soft, "I love you too. Your past doesn't define you. It's part of who you are, but it's not all of you."
Relief washed over Bucky, a wave of emotion so intense it threatened to consume him. He leaned forward, their hands brushing against each other. "Really?" he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief.
His friend nodded, his eyes unwavering. "Really. And I'm not going anywhere."
In that moment, all the fear and doubt that had plagued Bucky melted away. He pulled his friend into a passionate kiss, a kiss that was years in the making. It was a kiss filled with love, longing, and the promise of a future together.
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Heyyy its đ„ anon again!! Thought I'd give u a last of what I've manifested in the past few days.
-my skin has cleared up insanely. I used to have such visible blackheads and now they're so faint that I know they're already gone đŻ
- I had fireworks going off while I was trying to sleep the other night. And normally they go off for aaaaages like 30 mins to an hour but as soon as they started going i was like 'nawr everyones gone back inside its so quiet, its too cold for fireworks theyve all gone to bed'. The noises faded and then popped back up for a couple more blasts but i persisted that it was quiet and they stopped after 4 minutes. Guess it was too cold and everyone went to bed!!!
- I'd been craving ice cream for a few days. I wasnt sure how but i knew I was going to get ice cream. I even visualised an uber eats delivery on my kitchen counter with my dessert in it. That night my younger sister suggests to my mum that we get milkshakes/ice cream.
-saw a subliminal about DP texting you fast. I dont have a desired person but I kinda entertained the thought of someone texting me. No one in particular. I don't really have any active texts atm. But then a friend who I hadnt spoken to in a month sent me a text not even two minutes later.
- my dad had been chilling on the sofa for ages and I was getting huuungry. Literally thought about my dad getting up to go get food, like visualised him standing up. Then TWO SECONDS LATER HE DOES. He gets up off the sofa and asks what i want for lunch.
-my fave one so far. I've wanted it to snow for a while and I'm aiming for a white christmas. I saw the weather reports yesterday and it was gonna rain this whole week. No sign of snow. (I had also manifested it raining lolol). I saw those reports and went "bro they dont know what theyre talking about its literally gonna snow". Woke up this morning to snow out the window and my sister messaging the family chat in confusion.
Actual messages:
Mum: Anyone have snow? @ oldersister , am guessing you do.
Older Sister: What the fuck
OS: Yes I do
OS: [pic of fully snowy rooftops]
OS: Thatâs so odd
OS: It wasnât meant to snow here
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U already knowwwwww im the creator
đ„ baby I've missed you!!!!!! Not you inspired the song Let It Snow cmon!! I love all these successes and they are proof of how easy this truly is when we just remember who we are - the center of everything!!!! You better work creator!!!! No matter what method you use, it's always gonna work bc at the end of the day it's you!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much for sharing my love.
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Stroke Of Luck Chapter One
Warnings: Profanity, angst, adult themes and conversations, hints at infertility, infidelity, death , light violence
A/N: Please excuse any grammatical errors I tried to go through it as best I could .second bear with me if its not up to reading standard im trying to jump back into my writing bag and this will be my first story I've actually released so I might be a bit rusty lol but please enjoy
Word count: 4273
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I sat on the front porch of my family home trying to hold it together as I watched my father put the last of jordans bags into the car .Today was the day I had been dreading the most my older brother Jordan was going away again on deployment .He had told us months ago about his decision to reenlist and I had been preparing myself for his departure hoping it would put me at ease. It didn't. My brother is one of my best friends and to see him leave was going to leave me with a void. Even through my dismay however I was proud of him even if in this moment my emotions didn't allow for me to show it.It didn't take long before the empty space beside me was filled with a familiar face. I turned to see Jordan, his face filled with sadness. Respecting the space I was in he allowed for us to sit in silence a moment before deciding to break it. âyou okay?â he asked concern laced in his voice. I shook my head ânot really," I replied softly, trying to avoid eye contact knowing I would cry. He sighed pulling me into his side as the tears began to prick my eyes.â I promise this time will fly by so fast you won't even realizeâ he said kissing my forehead .âNo jo I will notice it will not be the same without you. who else will keep me sane dealing with ma and jade you're the only thing holding us together â I croaked â Theres always facetime if that doesn't work then we write, and if that don't work I'll send a pigeonâ he joked Not being able to it in hold in a laughed spilled from my lips Jordan joining in seconds later âJo it's time to hit the roadâ our fathers voiced called out .Jordan nodded his head signaling for my dad to give him a moment. Jordan stood pulling me up with him into a hug me, nuzzling my face into his chest feeling the water works starting back up. âI love you so much josieâ he said wiping a stray tear that slipped free âI love you more joâ I said turning him loose. âOh, and sis do me one last favorâ he said walking down the porch steps âname itâ I called out âsmile no more tearsâ. I cracked a small smile as he turned making his way to the car climbing in leaving me in a broken mess as I watch my dad's chevy Tahoe disappear down the road.
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In the same spot I stood five years later staring down the same dirt road my brother wouldn't have the opportunity of returning to. He was gone. Jordan was sent in on a rescue mission to save a fellow marine of his platoon, ironic in the end he ended up being the one needing saving. Shit went south and my brother was shot and killed in the line of fire. I was angry feeling as if the universe had slighted me robbing me of being able to share future moments with my brother. Him cheering me on when as I walked
the stage after completing nursing school, being a bridesmaid in his and his fiancĂ© Arielle's wedding, holidays, birthdays. Gone. The only presence of him now in this moment was his framed picture that stood in the front of our family home for the repass. Not wanting to continue allowing myself to drown further in my grief I turned walking up the steps primary focus locating one of two people Arielle or my cousin India . It didn't take long to find ari talking with one of my aunts. Arielle was short in stature compared to most with smooth golden-brown skin that seemed to glow as the warm rays peaked through the window and a fit physique that would put Tyra banks to shame. No doubt courtesy of her personal trainer profession. Her round face framed with voluptuous curls. It was amazing to see her strength. Throughout her struggle a dimpled smile still adorned her face one that caused her Chinky eyes to disappear as she laughed. Noticing me walking over she politely closed out her conversation with my aunt walking to meet me. âWhere did you disappear to âshe quizzed giving me a slight nudge â I needed some fresh air the condolences and sorry for your losses were becoming overwhelmingâ I huffed "Trust, I get it I have to many people asking me what i'm going to do with me and our sonâ she stated shifting uncomfortably. My heart ached for her. I couldn't imagine how it is to become a widow, single parent, and having to break the news to kaizen.
âfor whatever your move or decision is you're not alone. You got me forever and so does nugget âI Said with half smile. She giggled at the nickname I assigned kaizen at birth. We glanced over watching the mini version of Jordan running around the house with the other kids.â I almost forgot your dad wanted to see us in the kitchenâ she stated switching the topic. I nodded as we made our way to the cramped kitchen pushing past multiple bodies. My dad stood looking down at my mother with admiration as they talked among themselves âHey daddy âI greeted walking over as he pulled me into a hug âHey baby come sit your sister should be here in a momentâ he said ushering me and ari to sit. I scrunched up my face at the mention of my sister. Jade and I had an exceedingly tenuous relationship. Jade was the youngest out of the three of us and was the golden child spoiled completely rotten. In my parents' eyes she could do no wrong and treated her as such. It didn't help that my mother drove the wedge and distaste for one another deeper pitting me and my sister against each other in a warped ass competition. Who is better than the other. My mother secretly rooted for jade while my dad on the other hands liked to play devil's advocate. Jordan was the only one who called them out holding everyone ,including myself accountable. The final nail in the coffin was catching Jade and my then boyfriend of two years Darien in bed together not to mention she continues to see him. To say I was hurt and angry was an understatement and as my family (aside from Jordan) tends to do they brushed it under the rug. As if her ears were burning jade stalks in turning her nose up at the sight of me. Feeling myself become anxious and agitated I decided to jump start the conversation âeverything okay you wanted to speak with usâ I question. Dad sighed grabbing a stack of papers from the counter sitting down placing them in the middle of the table. âWe are going to start sorting out your brother estate and assets âNowâ I asked in disbelief âYes per your mother requestâ. Still not understanding the urgency I pressed further âWhy so soon?â I said.â I have something important to take care of so I asked mom and dad to move it upâ jade answered nonchalantly âwhat could possibly be so important that were doing this the day of our brothers funeral âI gritted out finding myself becoming angry. Sensing this Arielle reached over taking my hand in hers giving it a light squeeze âI have a trip I'll be going on we didn't want to move the datesâ jade shrugged.â A DAMN TRIP!! WERE GRIEVING AND YOU HAVE NO CONCERN OR REGARD FOR ME OR FOR ARRIELLE. MY BROTHER ISNT EVEN IN THE GROUND GOOD AND YOUâRE WORRIED ABOUT A TRIP AND IF WE CALL IT LIKE IT IS YOUâRE WONDERING WHAT YOU CAN GET YOUR HANDS ON FUCKING SELF-âÂ
âJOSELYNN TAYLOR, YOU MIND YOUR MOUTH IN MY HOME I DIDNT RAISE YOU TO BE DISRESPECTFUL AND WE AREN'T GOING TO START NOW âMy mom interrupted slamming her hand down on the table. âDadâ I turned to him secretly pleading for him to jump to my defense but as always nothing.â Josie, I get that youâre upset I do but let's just rip the band aid off and get this over withâ he said pulling his reading glasses on his face. Meanwhile jade's face held a victorious smirk, and I wanted nothing more than to put it through some dry wall âThe lawyers drew up the paperwork dividing the assets based on Jordan's will. He had a one hundred fifty-thousand-dollar life insurance policy that will be divided fourways between his parents, two sisters and fiancĂ© Arrielle. His dodge challenger he left to his sister Jade Taylor while rest the remaining vehicles will go to his fiancĂ© Arrielle Rodriguezâ From the side of my eye I could see jade smiling. âAs for his properties he leaves the townhome located in California 9870 Blancas Blvd. in Anaheim to Arrielle and lastly, the ranch house located at 1600 rose ridge rd here in Dallas Texas as well as the 8 acres surrounding itâ My dad paused taking a moment to catch his breath as my sister sat up in her chair ready â will be left to his sister Joselynn Taylorâ he finished laying the paper on the table. Jade scoffed snatching up the paper reading it not believing what she's heard. I sat in shock looking over at Arrielle who nodded confirming it for me.
â Me and Jordan decided to create a backup plan in case of a worst-case scenario. Never thought id actually have to execute it. We thought it'd be best if I moved back to Cali to be closer to my parents and family for support, the house is way too much for me and kaizen by ourselves and besides it would be a painful reminder to our son âshe stated fighting tears. âHe thought you were the most deserving seeing as your in school and jade has support from your parents figured it would be the best for youâ ari said. "But that's not fair I got plenty of cars that's nothing can't you do somethingâ Jade complained her turn now to plead with our parents. My mother diverted her attention now to me âJosie can't you switch it's not like you need it. Youâre single, no kids unlike your sister who's been in a three-year relationship with Darien and expecting âshe tried to reason while sneakily throwing jabs at me. I let my eyes dance between my parents and jade reading their body language. It was true. "You -your pregnantâ I stuttered as a began to internally crack âYes it was confirmed yesterday at the doctors. Four weeks along I think Darien is more excited than meâ jade beamed getting a kick at seeing me squirm at the news âyou know I could refer you to our doctor he could possibly help with that sour ass womb of yoursâ she bragged tossing her hair over her shoulder. I could feel my throat begin to close up as tears were now flowing down my face âJade that's messed up and out of pocket l what is that to say to someone? You just be lucky your ungrateful behind received anything your words are uncalled forâ Arrielle jumped in taking to my defense âthanks Arri for taking up for me, dad I can't do this I gotta goâ I stood abruptly pushing myself away from the table storming out of the house hoping into my car speeding off.
I drove with no destination until my crying turned into dry heaving processing the news. Not only did I have to take my sister snatching my relationship with Darien from under me but now I have the pleasure to watch them start a family one that should've been mine. A shitty way to rub salt in the wound. Ten minutes passed by before the sound of coco jones ICU blared through the car's speaker. Taking a quick glance at the car screen. I see my favorite cousin India name displaying. I may not have had a sister relationship with Jade, but I did find one with India. If I wasn't with Jordan I was with her. Three musketeers. I tapped answer âhey India wassupâ I asked trying to mask the fact I was just crying âHoney I should be asking you that seeing the way you just ran out of here what happenedâ. I sighed âIt's a long story âI stated â wanna talk about it over some drinks at dukes âshe offered âooh please link with you at 8â I replied âsee you thenâ she agreed
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I tossed back my second shot of tequila squeezing my eyes closed as the clear liquid burned my chest India taking the chance to laugh at my facial expressions. âThats no ordinary liquor â I coughed â Yeah but your ass needs it , now do you want to tell me what happened back at uncle Melvinsâ she said getting straight to business â Where to start let's see that bitch jades greedy ass talked to my mom to convince her to push up sorting out Jordans affairs disregarding the fact were hurting, the only good and surprising thing was Jordan left a house to me but of course jade with help from my mom couldn't let that slide nooo they had to degrade me and spring on me that jades pregnant by Darien, Jade finished with saying she can refer me to her doc for my quote sour wombâ I rambled with air quotes causing India to spit out her drink â I know you fucking lyingâ she blurted âI Wish I was â I chuckled darkly signaling the bartender for another round âso are we dragging her now or laterâ she asked in all seriousness â we can't she's pregnantâ I retorted â AND her face aint her lip would have been swole before she could leave the houseâ India shook her head completely dumbfounded âI'm honestly in a space of being mentally exhausted it feels like I've had the worst luck of the draw. I can't seem to maintain anything good âI said âJosie Girl, I love you but were gonna gone head and shut your self pity party down. Sure you're going through some shit right now but it's not the end of the world. Your smart as hell ,On your way to becoming a nurse, fine as hell with a fat assâ she joked giving my behind a poke causing me to laugh âbesides there's nothing you've lost that can't be regained Darien left but he aint the only man left in the world. You just got to find the right one for you one that slangs the meatâ she said gyrating âoh my god dee must you do that in public and why so loudâ I said covering my face in embarrassment â I don't care you need some but first you have to stop running them awayâ she teased. âit's not my fault they can't handle me âI shrugged leaning against the bar. She wouldn't call it running them off more so like weeding out the bad. Joselynn was tough overall to crack. Her hard exterior was difficult to get through. She was already to some degree antisocial so to get a conversation from her was a blessing. Even then you had to be engaging enough to hold her attention both in and out of the bedroom as she got bored easily. She wasn't one to just settle for anything as the slightest misstep/red flag and you were gone. Joselynn knew part of it was due to Darien.â you need to come with a sign that says you biteâ She teased tooting her lips up at me as I shoved her slightly laughing. Before I respond Tamiaâs Can't Get Enough came over the bar's speaker causing hoops and yells to erupt. Instinctively me and India made our way over to where the line dance started joining in. I was grateful for the distraction India provided and the peace she managed to bring. We continued throughout the night to dance to a few more songs take a few more drinks to the head before deciding to call it a night. Stumbling into the house I kicked my shoes off at the door making my way to my bedroom struggling to find the light. I went to take a seat on my bed seeing both a letter and a manilla envelope. The envelope from my dad the letter from Jordan. My hands trembled slightly gripping the letter not wanting to pull myself back into a state of hurt. I sat the letter to the side grabbing the envelope ripping it open out tumbling out a set of keys, inside the deed to the house and a small note from my father Â
Josie i'm sorry for earlier on behalf of your mother and sister inside is the deed for the house the keys as well as the address I love you always popsÂ
Part of me was still angry but I had a soft spot for my dad and he knew that. Officially tired I sat the paperwork on the side table stripping my clothes and turning off the light, deciding to shower in the morning. It wasn't long till sleep overtook me.
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A month had passed since the day of the funeral and I had tried to bury the emotions of Jordan being gone so much that I buried myself in other things to keep my mind occupied. Working at the hospital being a CNA provided some distraction and what my job didnât cover in the distraction field schooling took care of the rest. In its own way they also provided me an excuse and shielding from my unrelenting mother who still made it her business to call pestering me to rethink my decision about the home. I wonât. It was one thing I had power over, and I wouldn't relinquish it so easily. For the first two weeks of his passing I went back and forth on whether or not I would actually move into the home not feeling quite right about it but after starting to feel like things were becoming stagnant decided it was best to move. I slowly drove up the light graveled path mouth dropping at the sight of the house that sat nestled at the end of the dirt road. It was a stunning two-story ranch style house with a wraparound porch. Coming into a stop I tossed the boxed moving truck into park hopping down to get a better look at the home âthis is gorgeous âIndia stated walking up after parking her car. âI agree can't believe he left this for meâ I marveled taking it all in âwell believe it toots now let's gawk at it from the inside we got work to doâ she declared holding her hand out for the truck keys. Dropping them into her hands she went to grab the first box as I went to open the door. The interior was just as beautiful as the exterior. The multicolored stone walls paired well with the mahogany hardwood floors and high ceilings. The set up with the furniture accented well no doubt due to Arrielle's careful selection when they were here.â Girl this is neeiceeee it don't smell like roaches in here or nothing "India shouted carrying in one of the boxes âYou don't have the sense you were born withâ I chuckled at her reference to girls trip âyou ready to get this over withâ. She groaned knowing just like me how long of a process unpacking was going to be. Without another moment of hesitation we jumped in getting started.
After what felt like years later I folded the last of my clothes, placing them away as India flopped on my bed groaning. â I hate your don't need a man for shit mentality that was horribleâ she grumbled â It wasn't that badâ I giggled plopping down beside her â Like hell it wasn't my ass is going to be hurting for daysâ she countered âI'll make it up to you I promiseâ I teased pinching her cheek â yes you will tonight I want dinner fried chicken, mac the worksâ she responded smacking my hand away sitting up on her elbows â Your jokingâ I asked not knowing if she was serious or not ânope I'm seriousâ. âDee I don't feel like itâ I whined âtough shitâ she said not wavering. She was just as stubborn as I was.â Fine but you're getting the groceriesâ I huffed out relenting. âCool with me I'm gonna go home shower then i'll swing backâ. She jumped up grabbing her keys walking out. Taking this as an opportunity I grabbed a t-shirt and underwear from my drawer walking into the large master bathroom. I turned on the shower allowing the warm water to run relaxing my tense muscles strained by the lifting. After I finished I got dressed walking back in the room looking for my phone realizing I must have left it downstairs. Making my way to the stairs I could see the light from the living room reflecting on the wall. I figured India may have left it on that was until it flicked off. I froze on the top stair as my mind began to race, trying to rationalize what I saw. Maybe it was India. No, she wouldn't be back that quick. Maybe it was a blown fuse but a scared part of me didn't want to chance it. Tip toeing back upstairs I looked for something to use as a weapon eyes landing on the hammer I had used earlier to hang photos. Clutching it tight I slowly crepted downstairs the only noise was the sound of my heart thumping in my ears. Rounding the corner I froze seeing a figure standing a few feet away in the doorway the moonlight highlighted their 5â8 figure while providing shade from their face. Fear momentarily fueling me I got ready to charge forward when someone grabbed hold of my wrist twisting it causing my grip on the hammer to loosen eventually dropping it. Not having time to process what was happening I was grabbed and flipped on my back pinned down by the larger party. Still I struggled against the intruder managing to momentarily free my arm. I drew my arm back throwing blows anywhere they would land this didn't do anything but piss the person of as I was lifted slightly from the floor and slammed back down causing me to yelp in pain. Panic set in flooding through my nervous system. âTERRY WAIT SHIT I THINK THAT'S A WOMANâ a voice cut through from the other side. The lights flicked on seconds later giving me the chance now to get a look at the intruders. The one by the door stubbled faced held panic as he too assessed our current situation. Remembering the heavy weight at my midsection my eyes shot to the one who had me pinned. My breath hitched in my throat.
His honey kissed face glared back down at me while his plump lips twisted up in a snarl. His chiseled arms flexed as he kept me held in place but the most defining thing however. His eyes. A beautiful pool of blue gray encircling hints of hazel and green something similar to a painter who accidentally had his watercolor paints blending together into a perfect mess. âIf I let you go do you promise to not do anything stupidâ his baritone voice questioned snapping me from my awkward eye raping. I nodded in response. He stood pulling me effortlessly up with him. âWho are you and what are you doing in my house?â I asked finding my voice coming back as I rubbed my now sore shoulder. âI'm Mike that's terry" the one from the doorway answered âsorry if we scared youâ he said sheepishly. âScared is an understatement and that still doesn't answer why you're here or why I shouldn't be calling the cops for breaking and entering and assaultâ I fussed through gritted teeth. Still not saying much since turning me loose the one name terry walked past me grabbing something from his bag on the floor walking back over to me handing me a piece of paper. Jordans handwriting.
Hey T if you're receiving this letter it's because I'm dead. It's funny thinking on it seeing as the squad always joked calling me mister invincible but yet here I am gone. I thank you for always being there for me since meeting you you've always been like a brother to me rather than a fellow marine in arms. Given our prior conversation about your situation, I wanted to do one thing for you. I offer you T a place of solitude if you ever need to get away the address is listed below keys are hidden in the porch light fixture. Continue to be great .. I love ya man Â
                                                          Jordan signing out for the last timeÂ
I looked up at him handing the letter back to him. "You knew my brotherâ I said feeling the wave of his death rushing back again. I watched as his face widened in realization of who I was. âYes we served together. I apologize for roughing you up I didn't realize you were Jordans sister. I thought you might have been someone that had broken in. I nodded understanding. âit's fine I thought the sameâ I said calming down. âLook we don't want to crowd your space and sorry for the intrusion. I didn't think anyone would be here. Your brother as you can failing to mention you moving in we will leaveâ Terry said signaling for mike to grab their bags. I sighed looking towards the ceiling having an internal battle with myself and before I could stop myself the words flew from my mouth âYou can stayâ
#terry richmond x black reader#terry richmond fic#aaron pierre#rebel ridge fanfiction#rebel ridge#terry richmond x fem reader#terry richmond x black oc#aaron pierre fanfic#terry richmond x black!character#terry richmond fanfiction
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Vent Post (Sexual Misbehavior, Viewer Discretion is Advised)
Okay, so last night was...interesting to say the least. I had a pretty disturbing experience on Discord from a user that used to be in my Discord server, and I wanted to warn people about them to not interact with them. Last night around 8:30, I left my computer to go get a bath. Everything was fine until I came back afterward to find 245 messages in a group chat I was forced to join.
It wasn't just text either. They tried to call me on discord for 34 minutes.
The group chat was filled with harassing messages and sexual harassment comments directed at me. (Images below, View at your own risk).
These were the CLEANER messages mind you. They even sent me a gif of a guy fucking a coconut, which I will spare you the image of ever seeing...unlike my poor eyes. As for who is Bookiecore?
They're a minor that used to be in my server who got kicked out because the server voted to become 16+ only, and they weren't old enough to stay in it. This is obviously a retaliation attempt against me because of my decision, and the server's vote, to make it exclusive to only of-age audiences. Not only that, but it's also probably petty revenge for banning their ill-mannered "friend" from the server for trolling and just being a nuisance to other members in the server. This behavior is abhorrent and I don't appreciate being dragged into this type of shit. Let alone for stupid petty reasons and bullying mindsets. Jona, I know it was you. Don't you ever contact or interact with me again. Even if you become of age, you won't be welcome in the server ever again after this shit you pulled. I encourage my fellow mutuals to do what I did in this situation. Take a photo of the cringefest, share it with friends for a damn good laugh, and block the losers. This has been a community vent post on the behalf of my experience. Have a great day.
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Four rabbis are debating scripture out in the garden, and one of them notices he's continuously outvoted by the other three even though he's absolutely certain he's right. At a certain point, his frustration gets the best of him and he stands up, raises his hands and and says "My Lord, you must know that this is the right way, gives us a sign to let us know!"
As soon as he has spoken, a cloud materializes out of nowhere, moves in front of the sun and dissolves again.
The other three look at him, at each other, go "Well... That was certainly unusual, but the weather's been acting up a bit lately, so this does not really mean anything", and just continue with the discussion unmoved.
The fourth rabbi, increasingly desperate, again stands up and calls out "My Lord, they continue to defy your word, please send another sign to help them see the error of their ways!"
This time, it's not just one cloud, but the entire sky darkens, a thunderclap sounds and a bolt of lightning hits just next to the other three rabbis. They're startled, but after catching their breath conclude that no, you don't see that every day, but it's late summer, thunderstorms can come in surprisingly quickly, we're out in an open garden, there's no lightning rod on top of the synagogue even though there really should be, etc. So this still doesn't mean anything, we'll stick with our viewpoints thank you very much.
Now absolutely livid and still outvoted, the fourth rabbi gets up one final time, stamps his feet, raises his hands and shouts "Oh Lord, you who created all, for the love of your people and the ways of the world, make your will known, so that it must be clear even to these stubborn mules!"
And a booming voice fills the sky, "HE IS CORRECT"
The other three rabbis look up, look down to their colleague, and finally one says:
"That's still three against two"
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Just reading some comics and saw a panel I thought you might like. :)
ah fuck, characters reminiscing always get to me ;__;
but i will never ever get over that fond way these two talk to and abt each other. especially when theyâre poking fun, you can just hear the love in their voice itâs SICK.
the halbarry love language is annoying each other, but even more than that, itâs being each otherâs exceptions
#panels#sent to me#halbarry#hal jordan#green lantern#barry allen#the flash#dc#danswers#the halbarry love language/exceptions thing btw is a whole thesis i have in my brain#their love language incompatibilities; their willingness to compromise and make it work; the way theyâve never had a friend like this#hal esp is almost like a completely different person around barry. like heâs still Hal ofc but itâs obvious that heâs never navigated a#relationship like this before. yes iâm talking abt âwhat do you guys see in each other?â / âyk⊠i have no idea! âșïžâ#hal is so aro-coded for someone i donât hc as aromantic. and thatâs only bc barry came along (another whole thesis oâ mineâŠ)#god literally the rare exceptions to each other#been thinking abt writing a halbarry fic abt their love languages (5 chapters 1 love language for each)#not rly sure what thatâd even be abt but i do think abt this often so maybe writing smith would help me process/explore/share my analysis +#interpretations of how that works between them#idk iâm not a writer weâll just have to see
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Haussmann meets Bauhaus
#ts4#the sims 4#sims 4#ts4 interior#show us your builds#I made this build months ago with the idea of sharing it#but I had to take preview pics#collect the cc#etc#and god#I'm too lazy to do all that work#also friendly reminder for all the asks and messages liying in my inbox that I live in shame for not answering#if this makes you feel better I have WhatsApp messages from very close friends that they sent me months ago and I still haven't responded#why am i like this đ
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Well.
#(I'm back)#It was. Uhm. A chapter#First of all: I'm ENDLESSLY GRATEFUL to the person who sent me the translation basically as soon as the chapter came out.#I even did like 90% of typesetting but didn't finish it because I had to go out#(aka with my friends were literally knocking out at my room and I couldn't make it any more late lol)#Mixed feelings about it? Mostly because there's so much exposition... I'll need to reread it another three times before it sinks in#The color page is AMAZING 10000000000000/10 I love my sskks so much they're so cute I love them so much they're so cute.#Easily the best part of the chapter.#The color page was? Very very pretty too? Like a lot more than usual if you ask me! I can't wait for the volume cover đ„șđ„ș#It should come out soon shouldn't it? Usually color spreads / pages open the volume...#Akutagawa fake dying again is funny. Like it isssss but also. Idk it's a little lame how we're changing the pov from ss/kk again :/#I can't even tell if I'm being biased or if it's an actual storytelling critique. I don't care right now I just want to see Akutagawaâ#being cool rather than. You know. Dead on the ground.#That said! It's also very funny and touches my sense of humor precisely.#Like yeah Akutagawa being like the second strongest pm member and overall one of the most powerful ability user in the worldâ#that everyone fears (and I know he is! He is indeed for real!)#And yet he always ends up face to the ground đđđ Like if we don't count the ss/kk fights he literally only ever won against Hawthorne.#And even then he failed to kill him and Mitchell. It's so funny to me. I love him. He's so pathetic#âWow! Akutagawa is so cool and invincible now!â *ends up biting the dust not even two chapters later*#It's okay because I love him. He's very very powerful and he's also very very pathetic I love that for him#That said :/ I don't really care about Fukuzawa :/ Idk :/ Like :/#Don't get me wrong I LOVE Fukuzawa (I don't. I'm mostly neutral towards him) but this is the ss/kk moment man :/ Whatchu doin#That's about it. Let's see what the next chapter brings!#Everything accounted for I'm glad there wasn't like. A ss/kk kiss or any other big big ss/kk moment#(although Atsushi admiring Akutagawa and thinking about his eyes has its fair share of neatness to it!!)#Because with everything going on this evening I really would have been let down to miss it#But I keep hope for the next chapters!! Please...#random rambles#Had tons of fun typesetting! Even though I don't think there's a point in posting it now. But would love to do it again in the future!#bsd spoilers
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alright, i am here! i'm super tired from everything surrounding the surprise party i threw for my partner . . . bUT GOD, THE EXHAUSTION IS SO WORTH IT! đ„č the party was last night, and he was so shocked. i've never seen my partner like shocked-shocked before?? he is usually pretty unflappable. but when he walked up the stairs and saw everyone and they shouted "surprise" HE JUST LOOKED SO HECKIN PRECIOUS? he was shocked and confused and so excited. he just went "hi" very quietly đ to everyone?? then turned to me with the widest eyes, like he literally couldn't believe any of it. he had a great time! đ„č
#;; it was so sweet like he was so ecstatic and he had a great time!! and my heart was just so happy to see him happy đ„č#;; THERE WERE OVER 30 PEOPLE THERE FJKJF AND HE WENT TO EVERY SINGLE PERSON AND TOLD THEM HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IT#;; bc i literally put together fake invites and sent them out to all our shared group chats WHILE ORGANIZING BEHIND IT ALL TO INVITE OUR#;; FRIENDS TO THE *REAL* PARTY. I'VE BEEN PLANNING THIS FAKE BDAY FOR WEEKS WITH HIM! WHILE PLANNING THE REAL PARTY#;; EARLIER YESTERDAY LIKE AN HOUR BEFORE HIS SURPRISE PARTY WE SAT ON A BAR PATIO CREATING A PLAYLIST TOGETHER FOR THE FAKE PARTY#;; **WHICH I USED AT THE REAL PARTY** HEHE! HE LITERALLY HAD NO CLUE! and he told everyone he was amazed by me AHHHHđđđđ#;; HE COULDN'T STOP COMING OVER AND THANKING ME đ„č AND I JUST !!! OFC I WANNA GIVE U THE WORLD BB đđđ#;; AND NOW IVE BEEN ASKED BY ONE OF MY FRIENDS TO PLAN HIS FIANCEE'S (ALSO MY FRIEND) SURPRISE BIRTHDAY IN A COUPLE YEARS JFKDLAF#âââ queen of the summer isles ( LUXX SPEAKING )#;; tbd.
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THE BEST OF PRIORITY: SUR'KESH
Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Urdnot Wrex With: Lt. Steve Cortez, Dr. Mordin Solus, Major Kirrahe, and Urdnot Bakara And a Special Guest Appearance by: Adm. Steven Hackett Alliance R&D has officially begun construction on the Prothean device. The team has dubbed it: "Project Crucible". We're throwing everybody who knows how to throw a hammer at it. This is gonna be the most ambitious undertaking in human history. I'm not saying it won't be a challenge- but we can do this, Shepard. You can do this. Never doubt that. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)
+BONUS (the smirkâąïž)
#mira makes gifs âš#sophie shepard#james vega#EDI#urdnot wrex#steve cortez#mordin solus#mass effect#mass effect 3#me3#mass effect legendary edition#dailygaming#i feel like i probably should have split the actually sur'kesh set in half like i did with mars#but i got lazy after i split out the normandy summit gifs and i wanted to keep the rest of the mission together lol#wrex having small conversation moments with james and EDI was everything to me#bc with both of them it felt like wrex passing on some of his old kid on the block knowledge to the new kids on the block and i just đ„ș#like i didn't get it in the gif but the second part of that convo with james he says something like#'you're one of shep's new recruits? hang on kid- it's a hell of a ride!' and when i tell you i SOBBED#like the entire first half of this playthrough is soph taking her newer squadmates out to help her build the army for the reaper war#so running into all these old friends/teammates and hearing them share their wisdom with james and EDI as new recruits is everything to me!#also EDI and james look very cute in their armor (ESPECIALLY EDI IN HER HUNTER HOOD I LOVE HER YOUR HONOR)#i'm just gonna say wrex's little tongue out at the salarians in the background of padok's gif sent me so hard i had to include it LMAO#and i'd write something about the mordin cameo but the mordin cameo on tuchanka is better so i'll save my thoughts for that one#ig thanks for being wrex's inside man mordin you were real for that one#the real salarian homie of this mission was kirrahe and i love him (he's my favorite and i adore him thank you for coming to my TEDtalk) :)#and i will also say that i adore bakara and she's the highlight of this mission for me bc of the lines but also like???#her grabbing the shotgun from wrex to take out the cerberus troops is everything and his expression afterwards is *chef's kiss*#and SOPH'S LITTLE SMIRK LMAOOOOOOO i had to include it bc i saw it in the back and it sent me to the next dimension lol#and since i just use the tags to share all my annoying little thoughts on a final note:#i included the elevator bomb scene bc in soph's canon she gets injured during it for the shenko angst pre-coup bc i'm an angsty bitch :)
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Oh yeah heads up if youâve gotten your discord username update Iâd recommend checking your friend request settings to make sure itâs still set the way you want:
Earlier, I was confused and annoyed because I had gotten a couple of friend request from users I donât share any servers with. That shouldnât have been possible, because I had turned off the âEveryoneâ tab at the top way back when I first made an account, and had it kept that way. But! It seems like Discord had flipped the âEveryoneâ tab back on after I got my username, which allowed random people to simply search my username and send a request. Very cool (sarcasm).
Anyways if you care about this kind of thing then give ur settings a check just in case!
#i had gotten a friend request from discord user onceler and it had been haunting me ecause they had#immediately rescinded their friend request. so i couldn't immediately check and realize that they don't share any servers with me#a different user just sent me a request they *didn't* rescind and checking them for mutual servers is what made me realize this#i was checking all my servers for discord user 'onceler' in vain. of course i couldn't find them. they aren't in my servers.#Con stop yapping
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You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
...I joke to cope fellas, its better 'ta laugh then cry-
#newsies ask account#newsies rp#albert answers#ooc -> ...this is a foul joke my friend sent me and i had to share it somehow-
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