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It's a Love Story - Chapter 11 (The End)
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible. Racism against Illyrians/Lesser Faes?
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
I could write more, but quite frankly, I think I would kinda drag it out and the first major arc is tied up with a neat little bow! There are definitely be threads left dangling for me to pick up whenever I want to write more about Sky and Azriel, but I think around 50k is a good place to stop for now â¤ď¸
Even the Spymaster of the Night Court paid taxes.
That was the only reason why Rhysand even found out where exactly Azrielâs home even was.
Azrielâs home was in the outskirts of Velaris, near the mountains. A little lake cabin. Rhys hadnât even known that Azriel owned it but apparently he did.
Rhys shouldnât go there. He knew that.
Rhys should be giving his brother space. That was probably the least he owed him. But he couldn't stop himself. He needed to know Azriel was alright. That he was happy.
Rhys needed to apologise. He needed to make amendsâŚ
And Azriel was ignoring him. Mental shields as shored up as they ever had been, shoving back at Rhys at every opportunityâŚ
He had never seen Azriel's mental shields like this before, and it concerned him. He knew Azriel was angry at him, had ever right to be angry, but Rhys hadn't expected his brother to shut him out so completely.
Reports were still arriving on his desk punctually as always. But Azriel seemed utterly uninterested in actually talking to Rhys.Â
It was a small comfort, knowing that Azriel was still working, but Rhysand couldnât shake off the feeling of guilt that had settled deep in his gut. He knew that he had hurt Azriel deeply, and he couldnât blame his brother for shutting him out.
Rhys wished he could turn back time and fix things, but he had messed up terribly. He knew he had to give Azriel space, but the silence between them was deafening . It was a constant reminder of just how much damage he had caused.
As the days went on, Rhysand found himself consumed by thoughts of what he could have doneâŚshould have done⌠He tried reaching out to Azriel mentally, only to be rebuffed each time.Â
Cassian showed up alone for debriefings and if Rhys showed up at the House of Wind for Valkyrie Training, Azriel was nowhere to be seen.Â
So finallyâŚRhys had enough. So he showed up at that house.Â
It was a nice house too, a secluded cabin at a mountain lake. Rhys knew that he wasnât welcome, not after everything that had passed between them, but he had to see Azriel.Â
Rhys raised a hand, knocking gently on the door. He could hear the faint sound of movement inside. Rhysand sighed. He should leave. He knew he should leave. But he couldn't bring himself to do it.
And then suddenly, to his surpriseâŚthe door opened.Â
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She was brown haired and short⌠with deep blue eyes and freckles smattering over her nose.
Rhysand looked at the woman in front of him, taken aback by her appearance. He didn't know what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't a small, curvy, freckled brunette.
"I, uh..." Rhysand stammered, his mind blanking. "I was looking for Azriel." he finally brought out.Â
The small female studied him carefully, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "AzâŚAzriel's nâŚnot hâŚhere," she stuttered.
Rhysand's heart sank, but he tried not to let it show. "Do you know where he is?" he asked, desperate for any information.
The female hesitated, biting her lip slightly. She seemed to be contemplating her answer, her brow furrowing in thought. After a moment, she finally looked back up at him, her expression unreadable. "HeâŚHe's...oâŚout fâŚfor tâŚthe dâŚday," she said finally, not giving him anymore than that.
Rhysand tried to keep the frustration out of his voice, but it was difficult. He was so close to his brother, and yet so far away. "Do you know when he'll be back?" he asked sharply.
She nearly flinched away from him at that tone of voice.
He opened his mouth to apologise, but he didn't even get to that. Because some thing with wickedly sharp claws, launched itself at his head with a hissing sound.
Rhysand yelped as the mysterious creature swiped at his face, growling all the while.
"HECTORÂ NO!" The female shrieked.
Rhysand stumbled backwards, trying to dodge the sharp claws.
Just at that moment, he felt more than he heard his brother's arrival.
Azriel materialized between them with a loud flapping of wings, his siphons blazing. He stood protectively in front of the small female, his expression murderous.
"Hector to me," he snapped. The thing, a cat ...an incredible ugly , murderous looking cat let off Rhys with another growl and slunk back to Azriel's side, heeling like a dog. The woman quickly scooped him up in her arms.
Cassian's laughter washed over him, at that moment, as Rhys was still laying on the ground, bested by a cat .
"Taking down by a cat now, Rhysie?" Cassian asked him with a snort, offering him his hand to gain his feet.
Rhys already knew that he was never going to live this down.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Azriel hissed, his voice filled with anger. His wings were spread wide, and Rhysand could see the barely contained ferocity beneath his brother's cold facade.
Rhysand winced at Azriel's harsh tone. He knew he had messed up, and he didn't blame his brother for being angry with him. "I just wanted to see you," he said, feeling small under Azriel's penetrating glare.
Azriel's expression didn't soften at his words. "You had no right," he said sharply. "You can't just show up here unannounced, Rhysand. This is my home, and you're not welcome here. You terrified Sky!"
Sky. Sky. That was the name of his brother's mate...of the pretty brunette that was standing behind him, fussing over her murderous cat.
Rhysand glanced over at Sky guiltily. "I...I'm sorry," he said to her. "I didn't mean to scare you."
Sky hesitated, before nodding stiffly. Her face remained guarded, her arms still wrapped protectively around the mangy cat. Rhysand couldn't help but notice how small she looked compared to Azriel's imposing formâŚand the absolute massive cat.Â
"I am sorry," he turned to his brother, swallowing. The apology wasn't enough. he knew that. And it wasn't going to fix the fact that Azriel didn't trust him anymore or... *Az. Please.*
"How did you find this house?" Azriel demanded.
"I checked the tax reports," Rhys admitted with a grimace.
Azriel's expression darkened even further, and Rhys braced himself for a reprimand. Instead, his brother let out a harsh, bitter chuckle. "Of course you did," he said flatly. "Just can't stay out of my business, can you?"
Rhysand felt a pang in his chest at the hostility in Azriel's voice. He knew he deserved every ounce of resentment his brother felt, but it still hurt deep to hear it out loud. "I...I was worried about you," he said lamely.âI just needed to see you." he added. "To apologise."
"You don't even realise the lines you keep crossing, do you?" Cassian asked him flatly. "Ever thought about the fact that maybe you should have waited until Azriel was ready to hear you out?
Rhysand winced. Cassian's words struck a nerve, and he knew his friend was right. He had been rash and insensitive in coming here unannounced. "I...I wasn't thinking," he admitted softly.
Cassian shook his head, his expression still stern. "That's the problem, Rhys," he said bluntly. "You never seem to think these days. It's like you're so caught up in your own head that you don't consider how your actions affect those around you."
Rhysand's gaze dropped, shame washing over him. Cassian's words pierced straight through him, and he struggled to find a response. He knew he had been making mistakes, but hearing them laid out so bluntly still stung.
"What do you want?" Azriel asked him flatly. "Why did you come here?"
"I wanted to apologise," Rhys said weakly. "I...fucked up. I know that. I want to...fix things."
Azriel's face remained impassive, his eyes hard. "You can't just fix things with an apology, Rhys," He said curtly. "You crossed more than one line, and you shattered my trust. Do you really think saying sorry is enough?"
"Az," his mate said softly, her voice quiet. "H..He's blee..bleeding all over our front lawn after my cat at..attacked him. At least let him sit down and give him a healing salveâŚ"
Azriel turned to look at his mate, his anger softening ever so slightly at the concern in her voice. He let out a heavy sigh, before nodding stiffly. "Fine," he said gruffly. "But no more than that."
Rhysand nodded gratefully, relieved that Azriel was willing to let him in, even if only slightly. "Thank you," he said quietly. "I...I really am sorry."
Azriel didn't respond, turning away from him and herded Sky and the murder cat into the house. Rhysand watched him go, feeling a pang of sadness. It was clear that his brother's anger was far from abated, and he knew it would take a lot more than just an apology to mend their fractured relationship.
"Come on," Cassian prodded him up.
The first thing that Rhys realised about the house Azriel shared with his mate was that it was absolutely stuffed full with books. The second was, that Azriel clearly doted on the Murder Cat that got a crystal dish with tuna on it put on the floor before Azriel even went in the direction of the healing salve, which he slapped down on the table in front of Rhysand. .
"IâŚI am soâŚsorry," Sky apologised to Rhys, bright blue eyes apologetic. "HâŚHector has nevâŚnever done anything like that before, I swear."
Yeah, somehow he doubted that. But he also doubted that it was going to help his relationship with Azriel if he was going to annoy his mate about her beastly cat. The thing had a worse personality than Amren .Â
"Don't worry about it," he said, with what he hoped he was a gracious smile. "I think your cat and I just got off on the wrong foot." He looked over at the cat, who was now happily devouring the tuna as if it hadn't just tried to claw his face off.
"Good Boy, Hector," Azriel said warmly.
Rhysand could just stare.
Azriel, the feared Spymaster of the Night Court, was cooing at a mangy cat like a proud parent. He never would have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.
"Who knew the Spymaster had a soft spot for cats," Rhysand remarked with a faint smile. Azriel shot him a warning glare, but the sternness was lost at the tender way he was petting the cat. "I am really sorry," Rhys apologised again.
"You said so. Numerous times," Azriel shot back.
Rhysand sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He knew Azriel was still angry with him, but it was hard not to feel the guilt weighing down on him. "I know," he said softly. "But I want you to know that I mean it. I am sorry, Azriel. For everything."
Azriel's expression remained impassive, but Rhysand could see the flicker of sadness in his eyes. He knew his brother was struggling to forgive him, but he hoped that with time, Azriel would be able to find it in his heart to do so.
"I just want to make things right," Rhysand said earnestly. "I miss you, Az. I miss my brother."
"You'll need to decide one of those days," Azriel said sharply. "Am I your soldier or am I your brother?"
Rhysand flinched at the words, feeling the weight of the accusation hit him hard.Â
He had always tried to balance his role as High Lord with his relationship with his brothers, but he knew thatâŚthat he hadnât been fair to Azriel for a long time. "You're right," he conceded quietly. "I have been treating you like my soldier instead of my brother, and that's not fair to you."
"You have been treating him absolutely deplorably," Cassian cut him off.
Rhysand hung his head, feeling the weight of his mistakes settling heavy on his shoulders. "IÂ know," he said quietly. "I've been so caught up in my own problems and responsibilities as High Lord that I lost sight of what really matters. And I've hurt Azriel because of it."
"And you stuck your nose in things that are none of your business," Cassian continued. "I get it that you are tired of fighting, Rhys, we all are, but you can't keep conflict out of our family by ordering Azriel to behave in the way you would like him to."
Rhysand winced, knowing Cassian was right. He had been trying to control things, to make sure everyone was safe and happy, but in the process, he had driven a wedge between himself and his brothers. "I...I know," he admitted reluctantly. "I wasâŚI was stupid. I am tired of war. Of fighting. And I was just trying to protect him, but I went about it all wrong."
" Protect me?" Azriel asked him, his voice dripping with disdain. " Protect me from what ?"
Rhysand looked away, feeling the shame rise within him. He knew he had overstepped, and he knew that Azriel was angry with him. "The consequences that would have arisen," he said delicately. He didn't know what Azriel had told his mate...didn't know how much she knew, but she was watching him with an expression on his face, he couldn't quite place.
"Well, I am an adult, Rhysand," Azriel snapped. "I am perfectly capable of protecting myself."
Rhys knew that. He knew Azriel was more than capable of taking care of himself. But he still felt the need to protect him, to shield him from harm.
"I...I know that," Rhysand said quietly. "I just didn't want to see you get hurt." He glanced over at Azriel's mate, who was still watching him warily. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being evaluated, judged for his mistakes.
Azriel let out a dry chuckle. "Well, it's a little late for that, don't you think?" he said bitterly. "You've seen to that already." Rhysand winced at the accusation, knowing that he deserved every ounce of Azriel's anger.
"I know," he said again, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I am sorry for that. I see now that it was the wrong way to go about it." He looked into his brother's dark eyes, pleading for understanding.
Azriel met his gaze, his expression softening ever so slightly. "Protecting me by making decisions for me is not protecting me, Rhysand," he said quietly. "It's...it's suffocating. It's demeaning."
Rhysand nodded, knowing that Azriel was right. He had been trying to control everything, trying to make sure that nothing went wrong, and he had lost sight of what was truly important. "I understand," he said quietly. "And I am sorry for making you feel that way. It was wrong of me."
Azriel studied him for a moment, before finally sighing. "Just...stop it," he said simply. "No more interfering in my personal life, no more giving me orders like I am one of your soldiers."
Rhysand let out a shaky breath, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "I promise," he said earnestly. "I won't do it again, Az. I...I'll respect your boundaries, and I'll never overstep again."
Azriel snorted. âIâll believe that when I see it,â he said gruffly. "And if you do...if you try to control me like that again, I swear Rhysand...it won't end well."
"You'll haâŚhave HeâŚHecctor to contend with," Sky said, her voice even.
Rhysand looked over at Hector, who had finished his tuna and was now licking his chops. Rhys swallowed. "He does seem to be a force to be reckoned with," he said carefully.
Sky gave him a small, tight-lipped smile. "You could say tâŚthat," she said, her tone neutral. Azriel snorted a laugh, shaking his head as he watched his mate. It was the first genuinely carefree sound Rhysand had heard from his brotherâŚin a long time.
Despite the earlier tension, Rhysand found himself smiling too. There was something about the way Azriel looked at his mate, the way he looked...happy, that made Rhysand feel like maybe everything would be alright.
Hector chose that moment to let out a loud meow, his voice sounding like a rusty hinge in the otherwise quiet room. Azriel looked down at the cat, rolling his eyes. "Alright, alright, I'll get you your second helping, spoiled brat," he said, a hint of fondness in his voice.
Rhysand chuckled, feeling the tension that had been weighing him down lift just a little. Things between him and Azriel weren't repaired yet, they had a long way to go, but for the first time in a long while, he felt hopeful.
âThey do say the pen is miâŚmightier than a sword,â Sky said suddenly. âYou treat Azriel like that again and youâll see just how mighty my pen is.â
Rhysand's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Sky's unexpected threat. It was clear that she wasn't messing around, and Rhys couldn't help but admire her boldness. He glanced over at Azriel, who was trying to suppress a smile.
"I'll keep that in mind," Rhysand said, trying to hide his amusement. "Though I have to say, I canât imagine a pen being as terrifying as Hector."
Cassian snorted. âOh you have no idea,â he muttered
Rhysand's eyes widened in curiosity at Cassian's comment. What on earth did that mean? But before he could inquire further, Azriel's voice broke through.
"Don't worry about it," he said, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Let's just say that you don't want to get on Sky's bad side, especially when she has her writing instruments within reach."
"Duly noted," Rhysand said, nodding seriously. He had a feeling that Azriel's mate was not someone to be trifled with, regardless of how harmless she looked, and he had no intention of finding out first-hand just how mighty her pen truly was.
Hector, having finished his second helping of tuna, let out a satisfied meow before padding over to Sky and rubbing against her leg. She reached down and scratched him behind the ears, smiling as he purred contentedly.
Rhysand watched the scene. He had never seen Azriel so relaxed, so happy, and it made him realize just how badly he had missed his brother. It was a reminder that family was more important than anything, and that he needed to cherish the people he cared about.
âSeems like you arenât Skyâs favourite,â Cassian drawled.
Azriel snorted. âNah, I come a distant third behind Hector and the shadows.â
Rhys watched with a swallow as these shadows that he had seen torturing people came over to Sky and twined around her hands. Azriel's words were said in jest, but Rhysand could hear the fondness in his voice. It was clear that Azriel adored his mate, and that the shadows had taken a liking to her as well. Rhysand tried not to let the slight sting of jealousy show on his face.
As he watched, the shadows danced around Sky's fingers, like they were alive and had a mind of their own. Rhys had seen the shadows in action, had seen how Azriel used them to fight and spy, but he had never seen them act this way before. There was a tenderness in the way they twined around Sky that was almost...beautiful.
Rhys turned to Azriel, who was watching his mate with a soft expression on his face. "They seem to like her," he commented, keeping his voice neutral.
"That's an understatement," Azriel said drily. "They're obsessed with her. They won't leave her alone."
Rhysand could see that clearly, but what surprised him more was how comfortable Sky seemed with them. She wasn't scared or even bothered by their presence...
It did make sense he supposed. The shadows were Azriel's weapon, his most trusted companions...that they would like his mate.
Rhysand watched as Sky looked up from where the shadows were wrapping around her fingers, a faint smile on her face. She seemed completely at ease with the strange entities, as if they were just another part of Azriel that she had accepted and embraced.
And it was also a sharp reminder of how much trust Rhys had destroyed through his actions. It was very clear who Azriel preferred, who he trusted more. Who he gravitated towards. Who even his shadows doted on, these strange, creatures that Rhys was quite sure would stop at nothing to keep their master safe.
The realization stung, but Rhys knew he had no one to blame but himself. He had caused this rift between them, he had pushed Azriel away, and now he was paying the price for it. But he was determined to make it right, no matter how long it took.
As he watched Azriel gently brush away a stray strand of hair from Sky's face, Rhys made a silent vow. He would do whatever it took to repair their broken bond, to regain Azriel's trust and respect. No matter how hard it was, no matter how long it took, he would make things right.
***
"You want to talk about it?" Sky asked him quietly, after Cassian ad Rhys had gone.Â
She was fine now. Content. No more pulling at the mating bond so harshly and pushing all her fear at him. It had shaved at least a century of his life, to feel that from her when Casisan and him had been sparring and he knew that she was supposed to be safe at home.
He had expected near everythingâŚbut he hadnât expected to arrive to the view of Hector scratching Rhysâs face with all his might.Â
Azriel took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the day's events bearing down on him. He wasn't sure if he was ready to put his tangled emotions into words yet, but he also knew that he couldn't keep it all bottled up inside.
"Rhys gave me some orders that I didn't agree with," he said drily. "Stuck his nose in things that he had no business to interfere with. He treated me...treated me like my feelings didn't matter. That I didn't matter....It took a really bad fight on Solstice for this apology to occur," he said with a grimace.
"You don't think he means it?" Sky asked him curiously, turning to look at him.
"No, he does mean it," Azriel said with a sigh. He did believe that. âHe wants to fix things. to rebuild trust...And I do want that too. Regardless of how much of an asshole he can be on occasion he is still my brother ."
Sky was quiet for a long moment, watching him intently. Azriel felt the weight of her gaze, knowing that she was analyzing the situation, trying to understand what he was feeling. Finally, she spoke.
"You're worried that he'll disappoint you again," she said softly. "That he'll make promises that he can't keep. That he'll go back on his word and hurt you worse than before."
Azriel's throat felt tight. The words hit him hard, because Sky had put a voice to his deepest fears. "Yes," he admitted. "That'sexactly what I'm afraid of. I want to believe him, I do."
But it was hard to trust Rhys right ow. Especially with Sky. Trusting Rhys with the most important, the most precious part of his life...
"I can loan you Hector whenever he pisses you off again," Sky offered him seriously, and Azriel couldn't help but laugh.
"Thanks," he said with a small smile. "I might just take you up on that." He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. The scent of caramel and hazelnuts enveloped him, calming his racing thoughts and easing the tension in his shoulders.
"I love you, he whispered into her skin and she hummed. "Regardless of what happens, you have me," Sky promised him. "I'll be behind you, every step of the way. regardless of whatever you decide."
Those words were like a balm to Azriel's soul. The fear and doubt that had been plaguing him since Rhysand's unexpected visit receded, replaced by a sense of safety and certainty. He held onto Sky tightly.
"I love you too," she murmured, the words barely audible even in the still apartment.
They stayed like that for a long moment, simply holding onto each other.
*I don't think I ever thanked you.*Â he told the shadows softly as he held his mate in his arms.
The shadows fluttered around him, wrapping around his arms and shoulders like a comforting embrace. They didn't say anything, but Azriel could feel their response. They had been with him through thick and thin, protecting him, guiding him, and never once asking for a word of thanks. And yet, he knew that they understood his gratitude, that they could feel itâŚ
*Thank you for finding her.*
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Cuddling with Touya is a must during the winter. He's soo warm
-B3an
đA/n: bean. ily. this made me giggle and cackle like a FREAK hes so silly âšď¸
đCw: none, just fluff !!!
you are so sosososoos sooooo right !!! Touya is genuinely so cozy to cuddle with, for a multitude of reasons. i headcanon that his hands and limbs are always really cold, but his chest is really warm, so the best way to warm up is to snuggle close. he also loves putting his cold hands under your shirt to warm them up, and just ends up pressing himself as close to you as possible
because of this, he's pretty clingy !! even when he isn't intending to, Touya always ends up gravitating towards you in search of both body heat and comfort. he's definitely very touch starved and is unused to gentle affection, so it takes him a while to let his guard down. probably very much against touching you early on in any sort of relationship with you, but overtime becomes more inclined to touch as he trusts you more
i wouldnt say he's self conscious per se, but he's definitely aware that his rough scars and piercings may make him a bit uncomfortable to hold. even if he swears it doesn't bother him, please reassure him that you don't mind :( it definitely eases some of his apprehension about touching you
i also think he's simply not used to non-violent physical touch as a concept. Touya grew up with Endeavor as a father, and i just don't think he received enough affection in his childhood or adulthood to be comfortable with it, so it definitely takes some time to adjust. obviously this transfers over into cuddling, so he has a hard time asking to cuddle at first. he will probably just act indifferent about it but in reality he desperately wants you to ask him to cuddle so he can say yes,,,
Touya is one of those people who will say that they're cold, and then physically be warm if that makes sense. like he could be shivering and whining about how he's literally freezing.... but then you touch him and he's burning up!!! as we know from his childhood, his body supports freezing temperatures, and so he's better at handling being cold than warm, but it still pisses him off because he's CONSTANTLY cold !!!!
likes when you play with his hair, it makes him really sleepy
also ??? expect him to absolutely melt if you kiss his scars or praise him when he's feeling vulnerable enough to cuddle. there aren't many times where you can see behind his facade, at least at first, but this is the quickest way to do so. as previously mentioned, he's horrendously starved for affection, and really enjoys your praise
no matter your size, Touya prefers having you lay on top of him. it both allows you to rest against his chest and for him to hold you close, which is optimal for both of you, especially at first when he's still getting the feel of physical touch. it allows him to be in control and feel secure, while also giving you the affection you need as well.
another pro of getting to lay on his chest is listening to his heart beat. especially if its post war Touya, he knows that listening to his heartbeat and knowing that he's still alive and still here is reassuring to you. this also helps him as he gets nightmares or night terrors a lot, and just listening to your breathing and knowing your safe and staying with him helps calm him down.
this is another personal headcanon, but i think once he trusts you enough, Touya would secretly prefer to be the little spoon rather than the big spoon. he really wants to be held, and like i said, likes when you play with his hair, but most of all... neck kisses. he adores them. you press a sweet little kiss to the back of his neck while cuddling?? boom he's yours forever
he does enjoy holding you though, and i feel like he'd tap your body or rub little messages into your skin subconsciously. maybe i'm just projecting my own neurodivergent stims onto him, but i truly think he's also neurodivergent in some way and would be super touchy in the sense that he'd tap out little patterns on your skin, rub his name onto you as he holds you, stuff like that. most of the time he doesn't even realize, he just needs something to do with his hands. definitely rubs your hand with his thumb while holding hands too,,,
huge fan of pda- Touya wants everyone to know that your together. when your cold in public, he literally just slides a hand under your shirt or skirt or anything he can reach, and warms you up with his quirk. to onlookers it looks more risquĂŠ then it actually is, but that's the best part in his eyes
Touya isnt a very deep sleeper, he has nightmares and night terrors a lot and overall it takes him a while to fall asleep. when it's chilly out this is especially amplified as he CANNOT sleep when its cold, so he loves sleeping and cuddling with you because A) it warms him up and B) it soothes his anxieties
overall, Touya both loves and hates when your cold. he hates it because he can't stand when your uncomfortable,,, but also loves it because it means he gets to cuddle with you !!!
"why are you so far away?" you grumble, reaching out in search of your lover. Touya lets out a disgruntled whine as an arm snakes around his waist, pulling him up against your body. his tension involuntarily melts as you brush away the small hairs at the base of his neck, before pressing a small kiss to the now exposed skin and watching his ears redden.
"you're so cold... s'too cold. must've pulled away in my sleep. 'sorry babe." he mumbles, and you let out a giggle at his sleepy tone.
"s'ok Touya. y'know, i have to get up soon.."
he immediately perks up, squirming in your grasp until he's facing you, before wrapping is arms around your waist and burying his head in your hair.
"no. it's too cold to even go out."
"Touyaa!"
"stay here. we have to make up for lost time, since i didn't get to lay with you as much.. besides, missing one day of work/school isn't that bad, right?" a scarred hand creeps under your sleep shirt to caress your chilled skin.
"besides," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as he speaks, "you deserve the rest."
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maybe this is ooc but idc i love him sooo much AND im picturing postwar!Touya so,,,, shh. pls send in more Touya asks. hes so silly.
#dabi x reader#dabi x you#dabi x y/n#dabi x oc#touya x reader#touya x y/n#touya x you#touya todoroki#dabi#mha dabi#boku no hero academia#boku no hero acedamia#mha x reader#mha imagines#bnha imagines#dabi imagine#touya imagine#touya todoroki x reader#touya todoroki x you#dabi todoroki#bnha dabi#todoroki touya#touya todoroki fluff#dabi fluff#bnha fluff#bnha x reader#mha x you#mha x y/n#mha x gender neutral reader#bnha x you
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One thing I've rly liked abt self inserting in PPG is that the time frame in my mind is 1999-2002 so when it comes to media my s/i engages with, I'm trying to keep that in mind and think about all the stuff that came out around that time that I love irl, so of course I'd be a fan of it back then too uwu
Look this is just my long winded prelude to saying that when the first Pikmin game drops in 2001, I would totally make Mojo a fan of it ehehehe đđđđđ
#out of all the video games i would be playing in that timeframe (and making him try out hehe) that is the one that he would get ADDICTED to#you cant tell me he isnt a little autistic he would get so insane about strategies and finding the most efficient way to clear the game#in as short a time as possible đđđ he would toooootally be making notes and schematics to plan it all out too#i feel like he wouldn't tell me abt it either like he refuses to admit how hooked he got on it đđđ its an ego thing for SURE#but id probably end up catching him writing out strategies on the game and be like aAAAAAAAH I MADE U A FAN >w<đđđđđđđđ#of course he tries to deny that he had any attachment to somwthing so trivial but HE CANT HIDE IT >:3#once he gets over himself about it we definitely have nights where we just take turns playing ^w^ đđđđđ#oh god i bet he is the woooooorst backseat gamer ever tho. worse than me even đđđđ#thats ok i still love him. and i have ways of making him shut the fuck up uwu đđđđđ#ruby rambles#đ: loving you's a felony
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every day after work, you found yourself sat at your desk attempting to write back a response to the soldier who referred to himself as âghostâ. crumpled up stationary surrounded your desk space, along with different types of pens as you obsessed over your handwriting. if one letter of your penmanship looked wrong, the paper would become another ball added to the collection of half written letters that contained slightly different, if not the same, wording in response to the thank you letter from ghost.
the simple questions he asked to get to know you suddenly felt like the hardest questions to answer, as if you were being graded on the facts about yourself. was he going to find your hobbies boring? maybe your hobbies were boring the more you read your response. the easiest question to answer was regarding how long you had been doing the care packages - a few years since one of your friends had a significant other that joined the military. stories often mixed with people who received packages and cards from family members frequently, but the ones where some received little to none are the ones that made you upset. so, you had decided to explain that to ghost and it was probably the easiest response of them all to write out. not single moment did the pen leave the paper for you to collect your thoughts or how to word your answer.
but then, you continued to answer the questions he asked you, and in return you asked him similar or different ones. again, you werenât positive he would reply this time around, but you figured youâd still return the gesture of asking him questions as well. and when you finished writing it all, reading through it god only knows how many times for errors, you finally slipped it into an envelope. this time, no âtreats�� were included, instead you had opted to ask him if he had any favorites, that way if he did end up writing you back then you could buy him what he preferred.
and after you mailed out the letter, you pushed the thought of it to the side to try and forget about it. but, you couldnât deny every time you arrived home and checked the mail you were secretly hoping there was a response. but then a few weeks went by and there really was no response waiting mixed in with your other mail.
then after almost two months, after a shit day at work, you didnât even think twice as you grabbed the mail and walked into your home. going through the motions of your routine - showering, cooking dinner and anything else you had to take care of, you finally sat at the counter towards the end of the night to sort through the mail. a small card was tucked between a bunch of other trash mail, your eyes immediately recognizing the handwriting. quickly, you opened up the envelope and sure enough, that same notebook paper was tucked into it, this time three pieces of paper unfolded in your hands.Â
..itâs been quite hectic over where iâm currently at, so sorry for the lack of my respondingâŚ
...iâm a bit upset of the lack of treats, it definitely beats what we have to eat sometimes.
the reason you do the packages is quite sweet. is your friendsâ partner still alive? you use the past tense when you speak of them. sorry if that is rude to ask.
you read every word of the letter, not once, but twice. and he didnât just read your response to his, he took notice of the small details. you didnât even realize you had used the past tense, but he wasnât wrong in his assumption either when he thought they might have passed. it was like reading a full blown conversation he had to himself in his head; the way before or after some sentences, he would write out interjections. some sentences were followed by parentheses where he made his own little comment as well about what he had just written.
again, i hope you forgive my delayed response. hope it doesnât stop you from writing back. donât always have the time, but promise iâll get back to you. maybe in your next letter you can send me a picture of yourself, i think it would be nice to put a face to the name that signs off on these. i canât do the same, but iâll find a way to make up for that. âtil the next letter, ghost.
and while you didnât get started writing your response that night, you did make your way to your room with a smile on your face. excitement was already brewing about what you would say in your response and the next anticipated response he would give back, even if he did take a bit to respond.
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COVER ME IN SUNSHINE.
Ways in which your kid calls his dad. Will he get to hear a âpapaâ?
ft. Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, Neuvillette x gn! reader.
cw/genre: pure fluff. Reader is referred to as âmamaâ, you and the character have a child. Theyâre all girl dads.
a birthday present for my dearest @bunny-rambles 𩵠iâm wishing you the best day today and always, hun ! ilysm, thank you for always being by my side. I hope we can celebrate many many more birthdays together, mwah <3
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ note: about this fic⌠i struggled quite a little with it, and iâm sorry itâs not my best piece⌠this was a totally new concept to write for me, but i still hope you can enjoy, bunbun, dear âĄ
if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !
⧠SCARAMOUCHE
Wide indigo orbs meet his furrowed gaze.
Scaramouche is not amused.
Or at least thatâs what he wants whoever sees him right now to believe. Namely, you.
Tiny hands cup the Wandererâs cheeks, big eyes, so similar to his, staring up at him in wonder. The little girl in his arms squeezes his face, a pout forming on her fatherâs lips. Giggles erupt from her smiling lips, the corners of Scaramoucheâs mouth unconsciously tilting upwards.
âYouâre amused, huh?â Your husband asks, rocking the baby in his hold. She stares at him, her little arms flailing upward, giggling happily.
âMoochie!â She babbles, trying to stand on the wandererâs knees, her hands reaching for his hat.
âHey, hey, now!â Kunikuzushi pouts, securing his hat. âThat is not a toy and Iâm not MoochieâŚâ
âMoochie!â His daughter repeats, poking his cheek.
He sighs.
âNot MoochieâŚâ Scaramoucheâs ears take on a rather rosy tone, especially when your giggles are not exactly inconspicuous, your attempt at keeping hidden just outside the living room, obviously half-assed.
âPa-pa. Not Moochie.â He repeats, bopping his little oneâs nose. âAnd here, play with this.â He offers, handing his baby a doll curiously identical to himself.
Your eyes soften from your spot when you observe the fond smile on your loverâs face. He might feign annoyance, but when it came to your baby, all the facade was scattered to the winds. Storm clouds and lightning seemed so far away when he was surrounded by the blue skies and birdsong that dawned with your daughterâs hand grabbing his finger.
âPa..â The little one begins, lifting the doll, as if indicating that it indeed represents her father.
âPaâŚâ Your wanderer prompts, as he points to the cloth mini version of himself.
Then, the girlâs eyes focus somewhere beyond her dad, tiny hands wiggling and waving, the plush doll still in her grasp.
âMama!â She exclaims, making to reach for you, trying to climb over the sofaâs backrest, where it not for your partnerâs protective hold.
Finally stepping out from your hideout, you walk towards them.
Familiar warm arms wrap around the no longer broken puppet, as your precious baby rests between your two heartbeats. Yours, steady, undeniably human. His, bloomed anew, thanks to you; with a newfound tune, sweeter, gentler, thanks to his little one.
Scaramouche closes his eyes, lashes of now starlit midnights resting on his perfect cheekbones. His head leans on your shoulder, your lips feather-light on his dusky hair, as your hands gently lift his hat a bit.
Your girl grabs one of her fatherâs fingers once more, the handmade mini wanderer kept close to her chest.
Yes, storms were definitely over for days to come.
⧠ALBEDO
A tug on the leg of his pants and familiar unintelligible noises pull the alchemist out of his task.
Albedoâs features soften when he spots the cause of his distraction.
Putting the notebook he was currently scribbling on aside, he crouches down.
âAnd who do we have here?â The chalk prince asks, smoothing the golden locks on his babyâs small head.
âMama?â She replies, her tiny hand pulling on her dadâs clothes.
The gesture is followed by one of Albedoâs gentle chuckles, eyes like northern stars on clear nights bright at the sight of his daughter.
âMamaâs not here now, little princess.â He explains, as he picks the baby up. âThey will get home soon, though.â Your child stares at him as if unsatisfied with the answer, head slightly tilted to the side. âHow about we have some fun in the meantime?â
Giggles that always reminded Albedo of sunshine days at dragonspine are the answer that follows.
Taking his little oneâs two hands in his, the chief alchemist helps his daughter take a few trembling steps, the baby happily padding on the wooden floor.
âThere we go, princess!â Your lover chuckles, sitting the girl securely on the beige couch. Teal eyes flecked in emerald follow your partnerâs movements, as he rummages through your living roomâs drawers.
A few seconds later, more incomprehensible joyful babbles follow, when he sits by your daughterâs side, his hands expertely setting the supplies he retrieved on the low table. She stares at him intently, her gaze drawn to the vibrant crayons cluttering the tabletopâs surface.
âWhat should we draw today, my princess?â Are Albedoâs words, as he hands his child a light blue pencil, its tip dulled so she canât hurt herself.
âSnow!â She exclaims, her tiny feet kicking back and forth in excitement, eliciting chuckles from her dad.
âYou want to paint snow, my little cecilia?â He asks, combing through her blonde strands. âAlright, how about we paint you, mama and papa building a snowman?â
âYay!â Your baby reaches for the blank paper, wonder and excitement written all over her rounded features, her tongue sticking out the corner of her small mouth. She always loved to draw and paint, especially when it was with Albedo. And even if her pictures often ended up turning out as just criss-crossing lines or messy splotches, you and your husband always kept every single one of them, displayed as priceless masterpieces on the fridgeâs door, the living room walls or your study.
After a few minutes of focused work, three figures start taking form over a background of messily drawn blue snowflakes.
âLook, dearie.â Albedo calls. âWho are these?â
His girl looks up at him, a huge smile on her face as she bites the pencil.
âMama! Me! And Papa!â She answers proudly, pointing at each of the figures.
Albedoâs eyes widen, gilded sparks reflected in the cloudless skies of his irises at his daughterâs words.
Those last two syllables.
His own pencil falls out of his grasp, clattering to the carpeted floor. In this moment, nothing else exists, save for the jingling echo of his daughterâs angelic tone.
âPapa?â She asks, tugging on his sleeve.
Albedo picks the little girl up, rising her as she laughs, unaware.
âCan you say it again, little princess? âPapaâ.â
âPapa! Papa!â Giggles leave her throat.
Softly, Albedo places a kiss on her kidâs forehead, hugging her as the both of them lay down on the sofa.
When you got home, silence greets you, broken only by even breaths. Smiling to yourself, you brush a kiss against your husbandâs and your daughterâs hair, a new painting adorning the walls after you gently throw a blanket over the sleeping figures of your two treasures.
⧠XIAO
âDo you want to hold her, Xiao? Sheâs been looking at you for a while.â You chuckle, your gaze softened when it sets upon your yaksha.
Golden eyes, not unlike the childâs currently on your arms, shadow in fear and shame for a moment.
What if he hurts the baby? What if his karma taints her somehow? What if-
âXiao.â Your hand finds his gloved one, centuries of bloodshed written in the concealed scars. âSheâll be okay.â You reassure, a gentle squeeze, as your fingers slot between his.
The adeptus glances in his daughterâs direction, her round amber eyes curiously observing him.
Your husbandâs jaw sets, his lips drawn in a taut line. If someone were to look at him now, they may think heâs sulking, the furrow of his brow apparently an indication to steer clear.
You, however, know better.
âHere, Iâm with you, love.â You softly utter, placing your daughter in her fatherâs arms.
The baby stares up at her dad in awe, her little hands fiddling with the necklace he always wears.
Sheâs so small⌠such a pure and precious being⌠will she be safe with him?
Just as these thoughts plague his mind, the girl curls up in his embrace, nuzzling against his toned torso.
âSee? She adores you, XiaoâŚâ You tell him, knuckles brushing against your babyâs soft full cheek. âIsnât that right, sweetie?â She turns around, a smile drawing on her lips, as she buries herself further into Xiao, whose cheeks have gone as red as the carmine lining his eyes.
âH-hello, little qingxinâŚâ Xiao greets her, awkwardly rubbing her back.
In response, his baby tilts her head slightly backwards, the molten suns in her stare illuminating her fatherâs rusted gold gaze.
âPapa!â She goes, a little clumsy, it sounding more like âdadaâ.
The vigilant yakshaâs eyes widen, his heart feeling like a million bright lanterns floating towards a starry sky.
âXiao! She said âpapaâ! See? She loves you!â You excitedly chant, hugging your husbandâs waist, as you pepper kisses all over his face. âYou are her first word, dear, our baby adores her dad so much. I knew she would!â A smile tugs at your lips, lids fluttering closed as you rest your cheek on Xiaoâs shoulder.
His hands hover around his daughter, his hold on her delicate, as if she was a newly bloomed flower whose petals could vanish if the wind blew too strongly.
âPapaâŚâ The girl repeats, her chubby cheek squished againstâs Xiaoâs form. Her eyes are droopy, a little yawn escaping her as she settles more comfortably in her fatherâs embrace.
Your adeptus heaves out a sigh of relief, the warmth of a familiar fireplace swarming all around him, as if candid candle flames were running through his veins when the soft snores of his daughter reach his ears.
The conqueror of demonsâ mask would be shed for tonight.
⧠CHILDE
Small hands are glued to the windowâs glass panes, a pair of bright blue eyes staring awestruck at the image currently taking place in your garden.
Flashes of crystalline cyan flit across the air as Childe wields his double blades, merging them into a spear, his muscles taut at the effort.
The little girlâs tiny hands curl into fists, as she leans forward in anticipation, marine gaze following her fatherâs movements.
He reminds her of the illustrations sheâs seen in the picture books Teucer has shown her before.
She must get closer.
Looking over her shoulder, your daughter makes sure youâre busy with something in the kitchen.
Her plan can be put into action now.
Crawling towards the door on all fours, she realizes sheâs nowhere near tall enough to reach the handle.
Oh, but she takes after you, and will not be deterred by something like this.
Silently, the baby makes her way towards the dog you took in. Heâs big and fluffy and very peaceful, often keeping company to the little girl. With a gentle pat to his side, she looks up at him with those big blue eyes and, despite his instinct to keep her safe, the puppy obliges to her demand.
Folding his paws, the animal lowers himself to the ground, allowing your daugher to climb. A vivid spark flashes through her ocean eyes, tiny hands securing on her companionâs fur.
And just as she was about to reach the door opening to the garden, a familiar voice thatâs lulled her to sleep many a night stops her in her tracks.
âAnd just what do you think youâre doing, little lady.â You stand a couple feet away from her, hands on your hips, your concern masked with masterfully feigned anger.
Your baby stares up at you, that oceanic gaze puppy-like, much like her father did when you were mad at him.
âMamaâŚâ She mumbles, her little hands signaling to where Childe is training outside, sounds you canât understand leaving her pouty lips.
You sigh, kneeling to pick her up, rubbing your dogâs chin gently.
âSo you want to see papa training, donât you, little troublemaker?â You prompt, smiling as you tickle her belly. She giggles, wiggling her legs in your hold. âAlright, just this once, and because heâs almost finished with his routine.â You warn, softly pinching her cheek.
Once outside, you both stare at the harbinger, you, with heating cheeks; your daughter, in admiration and wonder.
Then:
âPapa!â She calls, energetically waving to her father, as you have to struggle so she doesnât fall out of your grasp.
Suddenly, Ajaxâs hydro blades vanish, a rare glow present in the eyes that are so like his daughterâs. A wide grin spreads across his sun-kissed features, arms opening as he runs towards you and his baby.
âPapa! Papa!â His daughter repeats, as your husband hugs the both of you.
No matter how cold Snezhnayaâs blizzards blew, Ajax would always have his personal patch of sunshine in you two.
⧠KAEYA
Calla lilies surround the scene, their russet-hued petals aglow in the blue shimmer of the statue of the seven standing amidst the lake.
Dusk approaches, the sky still dyed in shades of tangerine and cherry blossom, the sun, a glimmering halo right above the horizon.
Over frondous grass spotted in sun and shadow, a blanket lies, its baby blue pattern fading into the multiple colors of the snacks scattered above it: portions of cake you baked the afternoon prior; sandwitches carefully cut in triangle shapes; handpicked apples and sunsettias, cut and placed into plates by your lover.
But perhaps the most vivid color of them all was that of the couple sitting atop it.
A couple and their daughter.
âYou really liked this pie, didnât you, little lily?â Kaeya coos at his baby, her chubby cheeks littered with crumbs of the soft cake sheâs been devouring all afternoon. Two pairs of ice blue eyes meet each other beneath the setting sun, the girlâs giggles eliciting a chuckle from her fatherâs lips as he carefully wipes her face. âMama will be mad if you stain your dress, little princess.â The cavalry captain points out, in mock scolding.
His reprimand is met with a bashful smile and his kid cuddling into him, her tiny hands clutching his clothes.
âKaeya, donât tease her!â You swat at his arm playfully, soft laughter leaving the both of you as your husband smooths over your girlâs hair, placing a soft kiss on her head.
âDonât pay any mind to papa, now.â You reassure her, tenderly brushing over her chubby hands. âHeâs a little silly sometimes.â
The girl looks up at you, those iceberg toned eyes wide in wonder at the world that she still has to discover around her.
You ruffle her hair, as she turns around in Kaeyaâs embrace, settling on top of his legs, staring up at him.
âPapa!â She announces, taking ahold of Kaeyaâs long braid, playing with it. âPapa⌠prince!â She points out, as she grabs one of the dolls she brought: a boy wearing a crown.
With a knowing grin, you shift closer to your lover, leaning against his side.
âYes, little sweetheart, youâre right, papa is a prince.â Kaeyaâs hand locks with yours over his shoulder, fingers laced together, the warmth of his touch so paradoxical, given the freeze he commands.
âAnd that is why youâre our little princess.â The knight tells your baby, as he places a stray calla lily on her hair.
âPrincess!â She happily babbles, rising her arms.
Instances like this⌠they truly stoked gentle flames around the captainâs heart, oftentimes concealed behind apparently crystalline walls of frost. As long as he had the two of you, at least during brief moments like this, there would be no need for practiced facades.
Across the distant horizon, even dusk seemed to delay, allowing a few more seconds of luminous skies for the family sitting below it, a flickering smile crossing the anemo archonâs face of stone.
⧠NEUVILLETTE
Slate skies expand above him, his opal eyes restless oceans in the tears they contain, painted lashes dripping in midnight droplets.
Rainbow roses seem to weep too, their petals downcast, the sunrise shades of their blossoms muted in the downpour.
Neuvillette stands alone, the garden of your shared home melancholy; the trees too bare, the grass ashen, the flowers wilting.
Save for the pitter-patter of rusted silver droplets, silence reigns the scene.
The hydro dragonâs mood had a tendency to be mirrored in the heavens over Fontaine, after all.
Sighing, the Chief Justice takes a sit by a bush of lumidouce bells. Fitting, for someone whose shoulders slump not unlike the petals of the periwinkle hued blooms.
âNeuvi, love.â A familiar voice calls him, gently. âWhat are you doing out there in this weather, dear?â
Long argent locks of hair shift, like seafoam by moonlight, when he turns around, water, from the rain, or his tears, or both, running down his cheeks.
âSomeone has come to see you, my love.â You softly utter, beckoning your husband towards the porch, the impending cacophony of his racing mind and falling downpour partially silencing.
Neuvilletteâs features warm up a bit the moment he realizes who youâre talking about.
A little girl placidly rests between your arms, eyes of crystalline dusk looking up at her father. Unlike his, hers are rounded, lacking the dark circles frequently etched under your loverâs.
âLook whoâs here, little rainbow.â You coo at your daughter, who tries chasing after your wiggling fingers, right as you playfully poke her belly. âPapa is here, do you perhaps want to play with him?â
The baby looks at you, one of her tiny fists on her mouth, as her eyes crinkle up in crescents. Then, she turns towards her dad, arms reaching out.
âPapa! Papa!â She laughs, inclining her flexible small torso towards him.
Neuvilletteâs gaze widens, placing his hands around his little girl, protectively cradling her in his embrace.
âPapa is here, sunshine.â Your lover assures her, as he leans down to kiss her nose.
In the distance, a familiar arch shoots across the heavens, the violet of goodbyes and separations shifting into rosy affection.
Golden replaces dull steel, flecks of it dotting the grass, remnants of rain clinging like emeralds to the verdant stems.
The sun is out. The hydro dragon cries no more.
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feel the same - s.r. x bau!reader
spencer misunderstands a conversation he overhears between reader and derek. tags/cws: misunderstandings, confessions of feelings, use of 'y/n', gn!reader, fluff, mild angst, derek morgan has big brother energy wc: 1708 (much longer than I thought lmao) a/n: I'm truly obsessed with season 1 spencer as of late so I HAD to write a fic with him in mind. <3
also posted on ao3
âYou know Pretty Boy likes you, donât you?â
Spencer had been trying to get some sleep on the flight back after working a case that had drained all his energy when the sound of Morganâs voice caught his attention. Without opening his eyes, he knew exactly who he was talking to. Spencer had never outright admitted to anyone that he had developed feelings for you but it was getting harder to deny. Once Derek had started pointing out the way heâd look up when you entered a room or the way his eyes lingered as you walked away, he was becoming concerned that this crush was more obvious than heâd like it to be.Â
Heâs been trying to ignore it, telling himself itâs unprofessional when really itâs because he believes thereâs no way you could possibly feel the same. Thereâs a myriad of reasons why he wished Derek would keep his big mouth shut but honestly â that was probably the biggest.
âLikes me? How old are we?â The smooth sound of your response makes Spencer smile to himself in spite of the current situation.Â
â(Y/N), come onâŚâ Derek chuckles and is immediately met with a long stretch of silence. Spencer can picture the death glare he knows heâd see on your face if he were to look at you in this moment. âLook, you know heâs never gonna ask you out himself so maybe you should justââ
âDerek.â You interrupt with an evident sternness in your tone. âIâm not having this conversation with you. Iâve told you, itâs not happening.â Ouch. Spencer had never allowed himself to dream that you would reciprocate his feelings but he definitely wishes he had been asleep for that one. With that, he forces his eyes shut tighter than before and takes in one deep, slightly shaky breath and decides to try to go back to sleep, if only so that he doesnât have to hear you reject him even harder.
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Spencer wakes up as the jet is landing and he quickly gathers all of his things, walking out and across the strip with much more urgency than usual. This detail doesnât go unnoticed by you, not much does â especially where Spencer is concerned â and you make a mental note to check in with him later. He had caught your eye the first day you met him which must be, what? Half a year ago now? And he had been on your mind ever since. You had bonded quickly as friends, being the two youngest members on the team. About a month ago you had finally allowed yourself to acknowledge the fact that you had developed feelings for him. Youâd sit next to him at any given opportunity, listen to his infamously long rants much longer than anyone else would, spend just a little too long staring at his lips as he talked you through his theories. It didnât take long for people to notice. Elle had her suspicions, JJ made a comment every now and then, but Derek â he wouldnât let it go. He teases you about it constantly. You havenât given him the satisfaction of admitting it, you havenât been able to deny it either.
When you eventually make your way into the building along with the rest of the team you notice that Spencer had already left. Itâs only then you start to be concerned. Itâs unlike him to leave in such a hurry, even more so to not even say goodbye. You rack your brain trying to come up for a reason for this strange behavior. Is he sick? Upset about something? Was it you? You begin to go over every interaction youâd had with him recently when you have to stop yourself before you spiral. Heâs just tired. If it was serious heâd tell you⌠right?
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The next morning you walk in to find Spencer at his desk working on the report he didnât write last night before he had basically ran away.
âMorning, Spence!â You greet him, making an effort to sound cheerful as you lean on his desk. He doesnât look up, like heâs trying extra hard to look busy.
âMorning, (Y/L/N).â He replies without looking up. His tone seems normal, his use of your last name is what sounds the alarms in your head.
âHey⌠are you feeling alright?â You ask tentatively, not wanting to pry too much in case you really had done something wrong that you clearly werenât aware of. âI noticed you kind of left in a hurry last night.â He finally looks up and meets your eyes, easing your nerves slightly. His eyes shift away and then back to yours before a soft smile graces his lips, one that doesnât quite reach his eyes.
âIâm okay.â He responds after a while in a way that sounds like thatâs not all he wants to say. You go to reassure him, make sure he knows he can tell you anything, but stop yourself when you notice the way he tenses when you place a hand on his shoulder. Retracting your hand quickly, you begin to fidget with your fingers before running them through your hair nervously.
âSpencer⌠Iââ You start and stop and Spencer feels a little guilty as you seem to stumble over your words anxiously. âIs it me? Did I do something? Because if I did Iââ.
â(Y/N).â Spencer cuts off your panicked rambling. You take a steadying breath as he slowly rises to stand in front of you, your eyes trailing up when he towers over you. He looks around the room and sighs before focusing back on you. âCan we go somewhere to talk?â You nod and begin walking towards a storage room with Spencer following close behind, quickly checking that there's no one in there before stepping inside.
âWhatâs going on with you?â You break the silence as Spencer closes the door behind him. âYou know you can talk to me about anything.â
âIâm sorry if Iâve been acting weird.â You notice the way he dodges the question. He canât meet your eyes anymore, his gaze shifts around the room and he smiles awkwardly at you.
âSpence, thatâs notââ You interrupt yourself, trying to find a way to put your thoughts to words without overwhelming him. âI only want you to be okay. Youâve been acting differently since last night⌠If thereâs something going on I want to be there for you.â When you say that he smiles sadly. He looks down in thought as if heâs considering something.
âI heard you talking to MorganâŚâ He mumbles, still staring at his feet â wringing his hands together. You furrow your brows in confusion. Talking to Morgan? âOn the jet on the way homeâŚâ
âOh.â This isnât happening. You figure you shouldâve known Derekâs relentless teasing would be your downfall. He must know you like him now. Thereâs a reason you never wanted him to know how you felt. You couldnât stand the thought of anything ruining your friendship. Spencer visibly deflates even more in front of you at your lack of response. You begin scrambling to come up with a way to get out of this horrifically embarrassing situation.
âLook, Iâ I didnât mean to make this awkwardâŚâ Oh god. The way heâs stuttering and tripping over his words. You stare blankly at him, then duck your head, bracing for the impact of his rejection. âItâs not like I thought you would feel the same way I justââ Wait what? Your head snaps back up to see his face, eyes widened, which seems to startle him a little. âI wasnât going to say anything but I guess I just got really in my head about it.â He begins to look a little panicked. âI didnât want to make you uncomfortable, Iâm sorry if I did.â You just keep staring up at him, mouth agape in disbelief. â(Y/N)?â He says your name with a sad desperation and it reminds you that you should respond.
âSorry, Iââ You say slowly while shaking your head. âAre you saying that â Do you like me?â Now itâs Spencerâs turn to look confused, but it was all starting to make sense to you. You had thought he was acting weird because he had found out about your feelings, when in reality, it was the other way around.
âYes?â He replies hesitantly.
âI like you too.â You say simply with a shy smile but Spencer looks completely taken aback.Â
âYou do?â The way his eyes light up with a subtle excitement was adorable. Soon after, that look was replaced with skepticism. âBut I thoughtâ you told Morgan you didnât like me.â
âI told Morgan to stop teasing me about you because I didnât think thisâŚâ You gesture between the two of you. âWas ever going to happen.â Spencer let out a sigh of relief and smiled bashfully.
âYou could have just told me.â You feel his eyes scanning your face as if he were still looking for proof that you werenât messing with him.
âYou didnât tell me either.â
âI thought there was no wayâŚâ You make eye contact as he trails off in thought. âI guess it doesnât matter now.â Spencer takes a tentative step closer to you but doesnât move to touch you in any way, so you reach out to take his hands in yours, lacing your fingers together.
âWell⌠maybe if we donât have to fly out for a case today, we could go to dinner tonight?â Youâre staring down at your intertwined hands, squeezing once before looking back up. When you see his face heâs still looking down with a big dopey grin on his face and you canât help but smile right back.
âYesâ definitely.â You giggle at his obvious enthusiasm.Â
You both stay in the storage room for another couple minutes, mostly just staring starry eyed at each other. Eventually you both decide that you should get back to work. You try to hide whatever was now going between you as much as you can but like always, Derek Morgan figures you out within minutes and he, along with the rest of the team, teases you relentlessly. (You wouldnât have it any other way.)
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this might be silly but i imagined the boys (marauders) playfully arguing over who gets to marry reader first and theyâre just listing times they did these ridiculously romantic things to win the name of husband
âIâve been thinkingâŚâÂ
Youâre focused on your keychain, but you hum to show youâre listening. Once you get to the end of this row, you can talk properly.Â
Sirius sits beside you, his hands paused on either side of his own keyring. Theyâre technically alpha patterns made from knotted embroidery threads, but you and Sirius call them keychains.Â
This is the second time heâs sat with you to make them, and it makes you so happy you could cry. Last Saturday heâd been sitting on the sofa as he usually does when youâre by the coffee table in the evenings, Remus at the other end, feet in his lap, when he touched your shoulder lightly and asked if he could try to make one with you.Â
Itâs definitely not an easy craft to teach, but it isnât rocket science, either. Sirius is a quick learner, and his keychain looks very neat.Â
âWould you wanna get married, someday?â he asks quietly.Â
âOf course I would.âÂ
You put your string bobbins down. Youâd answered without thinking, and the true answer is a little sad. Of course you wanna get married someday, but youâre not exactly in a conventional relationship. Marriages donât tend to go four ways.Â
âYou know I wouldnât have it in a church or anything, but we could still dress up. You could wear a white dress,â he says, looping a bobbin string under one of the anchors, knotting it, and moving on to the next. âIâd get you any dress you want.âÂ
âThat would be nice,â you agree, leaning in to hug his side. You kiss his shoulder, lips pressed to a sleeve.Â
âAnd then you could get divorced and marry me,â James says, backing into the room with a tray of drinks and snacks alike. He sets them down on the table behind your craft station, before rounding it, and sitting behind you to feel your shoulders. âBetter yet, marry me first, and Sirius can go second.âÂ
âNo, Iâm going first,â Sirius says without worry.Â
âYou canât just go first.âÂ
âSays who?â Sirius turns into your hugging to hug you back gently.Â
âMe?â James says. âYou canât just decide that. What I want to marry you first?âÂ
âYou havenât asked me to get married.âÂ
You laugh at the ridiculousness of their conversation. Thereâs sincerity in it somewhere.Â
They bicker about whoâs doing what and where and whoâs with who. You revel in the feeling of Siriusâ hand on your back moving a slow back and forth, each line of his fingers. You love his hands.Â
âBabe,â James says eventually, âwould you marry me first, please?âÂ
âSirius asked first.âÂ
James groans. âOkay, but does Sirius deserve to be first?âÂ
âJames,â you warn softly.Â
âItâs fine,â Sirius says. âHeâs kidding.âÂ
âIâm not kidding,â James says, though he is. âWhat has Sirius done for you to deserve you as I do? Who brings you a bouquet every Sunday?âÂ
Technically, the bouquet is from everyone, or so they say, but it is James who wakes up early for bread, milk, and flowers.Â
âAnd who rearranges it? Who gives you your back rub every night?â James pulls you away from Sirius, your head dipping back against his thighs. His smile is catching.Â
âThose are very nice things, Jamie, but Sirius takes good care of me too.âÂ
James cups your cheek.Â
âIâm the one who kissed her first,â Remus says. You startle at his voice. Heâd been quieter than Sirius, letting himself into the room, climbing over the arm to sit on the sofa behind Sirius. âWhich was very romantic. Not sure if you remember.âÂ
You remember.Â
âThat disqualifies you from any more firsts,â Sirius says.Â
âBy that logic, youâre disqualified too,â James says.Â
You flush and sit up properly. âIâm not marrying any of you because Iâm not something to be argued over.âÂ
Again, youâre kidding around, but Sirius holds your arm to his side, tired enough to be affectionate. âSorry,â he says, smiling, âI was just thinking about it.âÂ
You lean back against Jamesâ legs. How lovely is that? Youâre stressing over embroidery lines and heâs thinking of you at the courthouse together.Â
âIâll marry you,â Remus says, giving Sirius a nudge. âYes?âÂ
âYes please.âÂ
âSee,â James says, âtheyâll get married and weâll get married, as I wanted.âÂ
âAnd when theyâre married and you donât get to call Remus your husband, youâll be okay with that?â you ask.Â
James frowns deeply. âWell, I hadnât thought of it until now.âÂ
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WHEN THE HOUSE IS EMPTY.
pairing: soft dom!chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: when chris finally gets the house to himself for the night, he invites his girlfriend over to spend the night spoiling her rotten. warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (be smart pls), fingering, oral (fem receiving), praise, use of pet names (angel, love), cursing, fluff fluff fluff, established relationship a/n: this is my first smut on here pls bear w me... but i hope it is AWESOME i love u guys <3 please give me feedback also !! i hope this is ok . <3 3.2k words
i swallowed thickly as i grasped the straps of my backpack, standing at the front door of my boyfriend's home.
chris had texted me last night, asking if i could come spend the night tonight as his brothers had planned to do something that had to do with "business stuff".
i had never really done this sort of thing. chris and i had been together about three to four months, and we had confessed our love to one another and kissed and whatnot, but that's about it. it didn't bother either of us, we just moved at a pace we were both comfortable at.
my eyes snapped up at chris opened the door and grinned ear to ear, opening his arms wide to engulf my body into his. "hi, angel," he greeted against my ear.
i hugged his waist with a soft smile. with a deep breath, i took in the comforting scent of his cologne mixed with the scent of his shampoo.
as chris pulled away, he gently took my hand and guided me inside. once he shut and locked the front door, he reached out to take my bag from me and transport it to his bedroom.
i let out a content sigh as i took in the familiar home, but it was so different when it was just chris here. much quieter, too.
"i have such a fun night planned for us!" chris cheered as he came back up the stairs, his hands clasped together in excitement.
i couldn't help but smile warmly at him.
the white tank that hugged his torso perfectly and his black sweats that hung dangerously low kept my attention on him.
"what do you have planned?" i asked as i took a seat at the table in the kitchen, smiling warmly at him.
chris did a little dance, his slightly dampened hair flopping with each sudden movement before he halted and shot two finger guns at me. "dinner!"
i chuckled at his embarrassing dance, nodding softly and standing up. "what're we makin'?"
chris's jaw dropped. "are you kidding? i already made it." he giggled as he opened the oven to reveal a tin of fettuccini alfredo with grilled chicken, some slices of garlic bread on the side. he also went into the fridge, where behind all the different lyrical lemonade cans, there was a bowl of ceasar salad.
"did you make this yourself?" i asked, my jaw hung open in shock.
"well," he started as he trailed off, "i guess nick helped a bit.. and youtube... matt, too, sorta.."
"it looks amazing," i stood up and smiled as i wrapped an arm around chris's waist, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "i can't wait to eat!"
i moved to pull away, but chris gently took my jaw between his fingers and turned our faces together again, exchanging one quick peck to my lips. "me neither," he replied with a soft smile.
dinner was outstanding. i never could have thought that chris could put something like that together.
"blue shell!" chris's voice boomed as his hands gripped the controller in his hands.
"fuck!" i shouted, my tongue sticking out in focus as i tried my hardest to remain in first place in mario kart.
"please, please, please, please," chris chanted, his entire body straight as he was sitting at the edge of the couch. "yes!!" he shouted, flying past me in the game at the last moment to take first place. his arms flew in the air, controller loosely dangling from his fingers as he shot me a shit-eating grin.
"not fair," i stated quickly.
"it definitely is, y/n, i won fair and square." he defended, moving to hug my waist and press his nose into the crook of my neck.
i chuckled at this, a hand of mine moving to his jaw to caress his cheek softly. "fine. you win."
chris did a small fist pump before pulling away with a bright smile.
we sat like that for a few moments, eyes locked on one another before he gasped at the song that came on. "oh my god, i fucking love this song." he stated quickly as he took my hands and stood to his feet, dragging me up with him.
i gasped at the sudden movement, my smile never leaving my face as i laughed beside him.
3 nights by dominic fike had started playing in the speaker that chris had set up, which was playing ambient music most of our time tonight. he turned it up and smiled widely as he held my hands, waving them around and biting his lip into a wide smile.
i couldn't help but smile at him, the way his curly hair bounced with each silly dance he did, his fingers never unlocking from mine. every once in a while he would stop for a breath before starting again, his eyes locked on mine.
i did my best to keep up, jumping around with him and waving my arms as we both loudly sang the words. no matt to give us shit for being too loud in the living room today.
the song eventually came to an end, both of us panting softly as we both smiled at one another. a soft chuckle escaped both of us, before the next song began playing.
i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys?
"since when do you listen to this?" i chuckled.
"i- it's a good song," chris defended, his cheeks growing pink as he moved his hands to gently take my waist. "also because it's one of your favorites."
i smiled warmly at him. "alright, buddy," i smiled. i moved my arms up to rest on his shoulders, my hands connecting behind his head as i looked up at him and chuckled. "are we slow dancing in your living room?"
"maybe?"
"is this your idea of a smooth move?" i joked, a soft giggle leaving me as chris's face burnt up.
"hey, let a man live." he defended, his thumb gently rubbing circles on my back as we swayed softly.
i had to give it to him - i was having a great time with him.
what started as me being a nervous wreck for whatever reason resulted in me having an amazing time.
"y/n," chris stated softly, dragging me out of my thoughts. i locked eyes with him, smiling. "i love you," he whispered softly.
i could feel my cheeks heat up. "i love you too, chris." i smiled as i gently moved a hand to bury into his hair, gently running my fingers through it. "i've had a great time so far tonight."
chris smiled at this, nodding softly as he removed a hand from my waist to gently press against my cheek, holding my face there softly. "can i kiss you?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
i nodded softly as i closed my eyes and leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of us.
chris's thumb gently grazed my cheek as he kissed me softly, his eyes closed.
no words could express the feelings i was feeling right now.
feeling a bit bold, my arms tightened around him as i deepened the kiss and tilted my head softly against him.
i could feel chris's lips curve into a small smile as he moved his hand from my waist to my lower back, his lips working against mine in sync with me.
when he gently took my bottom lip between his, i parted my lips softly as our tongues collided.
a few more moments went by and we pulled away, both with heavy breaths and a string of saliva that kept us connected for a brief moment.
we stared at each other for a brief moment before i took a deep breath. "chris," i started, before taking his hand in mine and interlocking our fingers, "i'm, uhh... i'm ready.. if you wanna-"
"me too," he quickly stated, a bright smile on his face as he tightened his grip on my hand and began walking towards the steps downstairs, which i followed and giggled as he tripped slightly on the way to his room.
"watch your step, chris!"
"i'll be fine," he smiled as he opened the door and turned us around so that my back faced his bed, his foot lifting off the ground to kick the door shut behind him. the door shut a little louder than he had anticipated, causing us both to flinch. "oops."
"chris-" i scolded, but i was quickly cut off when he pressed his lips to mine once more, gently pushing me against the mattress and hovering over me.
his hand gently grazed my hip and toyed with the hem of my shirt. he pulled away from the kiss to glance down at his hand, and back into my eyes. "is this okay?" he asked softly, which i quickly responded with a nod. "tell me if anything isn't okay, alright?" he stated softly, and gently began lifting my shirt off of my body.
the comfort of chris's voice was enough for me to let him do whatever he had wanted.
the cold air of the room kissed my skin, causing a shiver to run through my body. but every goose bump on my skin melted away when i stared up at chris, who was pulling his own shirt above his head.
"you okay?" he questioned, leaning down again to caress my cheek softly.
"i promise everything's fine," i reassured with a shy smile, and chris smiled back, pressing a kiss to my lips before he pulled away.
he kissed against my neck softly, sending shivers through my body. his lips moved down to my shoulder, down to my collarbone and down the center of my chest.
i felt like he was exploring the entirety of my body.
"can we take this off, love?" he asked, gently tugging at the strap to my bra.
i nodded quickly as i sat up and reached behind me to unclasp it, but chris's hands came around mine as he did it for me.
i felt my face heat up as it dropped, and my arms instinctively moved up to cover myself.
"shhh," chris reached to my wrists and gently lowered my arms, his nose moving up to press against the shell of my ear. "you're gorgeous. no need to hide, not ever." he gently pressed a kiss to my jaw before working down again, his lips moving to press against the skin of my left breast.
my breath hitched slightly at the feeling as i instinctively moved a hand to his hair.
the moment his lips pressed to my nipple, i felt my eyes scrunch shut as i arched my back slightly into him. the feeling was so familiar yet so unfamiliar.
chris's tongue circled around it, his eyes shut as he ran his hand up my stomach to gently knead at my right side.
i let out a shaky moan, one hand burying into his brunette locks as the other dove into the sheets.
chris eventually switched to give the other side the same attention, and after a few moments, i shakily lifted my hips to meet his, which caused a groan to erupt from us both.
chris lifted his head and moved back up to press a soft kiss to my lips, his eyes locked on mine. he admired me for a moment before his hands met with the hem of my pajama pants. "may i?" he questioned softly, his voice groggy. i nodded quickly.
chris gently tugged my shorts down and let out a shaky breath, simply at the sight of the thin, deep red fabric that hugged my hips.
i smiled softly at him. "like what you see?" i joked, and chris simply shot me a knowing glance.
"always, angel." he stated softly before he shifted his body on the bed.
"wait- what are you-?"
"takin' care of my girl," chris stated softly, his eyes moving to meet mine as his face was now inches away from my core. "is this okay?"
i blushed darkly. i was no expecting all this. "yeah, yeah that's perfect," i breathed, shifting my hips against the sheets slightly.
chris moved to press soft kisses against the insides of my thighs, his eyes closed. one hand found its way to move my underwear to the side before both of his hands wrapped around my thighs to lock them in place.
my eyes squeezed shut and my entire body shuttered as he pressed his lips where i needed him most, his tongue gently gliding along my folds until they reached my clit, where he sucked softly. i tossed my head back and released a moan as a hand subconsciously moved to lace into chris's hair. "shit." i breathed.
chris's eyes met mine for only a second before he unlinked a hand from my thigh, pressing a finger against my folds.
i shuttered slightly before a gasp escaped me at the feeling of his finger entering me, my eyes squeezing shut.
"is this okay?" was all he said, his breath hot against my clit.
"fuck, yes," i moaned softly, my volume increasing as chris gently pressed a second finger inside my cunt and began curling them gently.
my back arched as i threw my head back, letting out a shaky breath before i bucked my hips to the best of my ability. my hand gently tugged at his hair as i guided his lips back to my clit.
chris seemed to get the hint, his tongue beginning to lap against me as he sucked on the bud, his fingers pumping and curling inside of me.
"shit, chris-" i gasped as i tugged at his hair softly.
chris removed his fingers and repositioned his body before his tongue entered my cunt, his thumbs prying me open as his nose occasionally grazed my clit.
i let out a string of moans, my hips lifting off the bed and into his face as i warned him of my release.
"i- i'm close, chris, fuck," i breathed.
with the continuous thrust of his tongue, chris moaned softly against me, sending a vibration against my core.
with a gasp and a tight grip on chris's hair, i clenched around his tongue and released my juices against his tongue, my eyes lidded as i panted softly.
chris helped me ride out my high, his hand gently caressing my thigh as he removed himself. he looked at me and licked his lips, a hand reaching to his shirt that he had previously removed. he used it to wipe off his mouth before he pulled away to begin sliding off his black sweats.
"you could have gotten a towel or something," i teased.
"that's too far." he defended, winking softly. "you still okay?" he questioned, gently tossing his sweats onto the floor.
i nodded quickly. "i promise, i-" i took a deep breath, my cheeks still pink from a few moments prior. "as long as i'm with you, anything is okay, chris."
chris simply smiled softly at me. "that's what i love to hear, angel." he whispered before he gently tugged his boxers down, his member meeting with his skin as a small dribble of precum escaped the tip.
your eyes locked on him, causing a chuckle to escape chris. "let's be polite, now," he whispered, moving his fingers to press against your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes and press his lips against yours lovingly. he pulled away and shifted between my legs, smiling softly. "you ready?" he asked softly, and i nodded eagerly.
"ready," i whispered, moving my hand to gently interlock with his.
chris used his free hand to gently part my legs and press his tip against my opening, making my breath hitch.
he slowly pressed into me, deep groans and moans sounding from both of us as chris's bangs hung over his eyes. "fuck," he grunted as he continued to move into me, before he bottomed out and stared at me.
with a few moments to adjust, i shot him a soft nod before he began to move slowly. "shit," he moaned softly, his grip tightening on my hand as he rocked his hips against mine.
our eyes locked, and i swear that did something to chris, because his entire face beamed red as he picked up his pace and pressed his forehead against mine.
a low moan escaped chris's throat as he thrusted into my cunt, my eyes rolling back as i allowed my jaw to hang open. a series of moans escaped us both.
chris gently unlocked our fingers to get a grip on my thigh to lift it. he held up my leg, now hitting a new spot inside of me that made my back arch off of his mattress. "oh fuck," i moaned, my eyes squeezing shut as he pounded against my gspot. "right there, chris," i moaned, causing chris to pick up his pace and slam his cock harder into me.
my eyes teared up slightly at the euphoric feeling, my heart racing as i felt my stomach tie into a knock. chanting his name, i gripped the sheets and clenched against him, resulting in a deep moan from chris's lips.
"fuck, angel, careful," he grunted against my ear, his breath heavy against my shoulder.
i gasped and let out a shaky moan, moving to grip chris's shoulder. "fuck, i'm gonna cum," i breathed, and chris nodded softly.
"me too, love, fuck," he moaned softly, his hips rutting into mine.
a few more thrusts resulted in my voice booming as i cried out, the knot in my stomach snapping as i released all over chris's cock, my eyes squeezing shut.
chris's hips sputtered at the pornographic moan, his throat releasing a deep moan as he pulled out and released against my stomach and chest, his hand moving to gently pump at his member.
chris moved to lay beside me, our eyes shut as he laid beside one another catching our breaths.
i let out a shaky sigh as i turned to chris and smiled weakly, sleepily.
chris turned and met my eyes, a sleepy smile on his face, but it was the same as every other smile he had given me today. "how do you feel?" he questioned, his hand moving to lock with mine again.
i chuckled breathlessly, nodding softly. "fuckin' awesome," i chuckled as i leaned forward to kiss his cheek gently.
chris smiled warmly at me before he reached to get a few tissues, wiping off my skin the best he could. "you did so good for me, angel." he whispered, moving a hand to brush a strand of hair out of my face. "fuck, i'm tired." he admitted.
i scoffed at him as i opened my arms. "me too, chris."
chris bit his lip as he shifted to rest his head against my chest, his eyes closing as he hugged my waist tightly. "i love you s'much." he whispered softly.
i smiled and bit my lip as i kissed the top of his head. one hand threaded through his hair as the other gently rubbed his side. "i love you so much, chris.. thank you for tonight." i whispered.
chris nodded lazily in response, and i chuckled lightly. "get your beauty sleep."
the two of us slowly fell asleep, skin to skin as we breathed together and slept soundly.
maybe i should spend the night at my boyfriend's more often.
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3.2k words. headcannon. boyfriend!txt x fem!reader, nondescriptive smut scenes. light jealousy. friends to lovers. mentions of phone sex, mutual masturbation, oral sex, riding
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YEONJUN
Heâs real cheeky about it, always has a little smirk on his face when you step into the room and heâs so sure no one knows whatâs going on but heâs also so obvious about it. Even if they donât think youâre dating, they definitely think thereâs feelings there.
Yeonjun is always the type to try and impress you too, has to show off how good he is at things and makes sure youâre watching when he does.
Anytime you go out with them, heâs going to make sure youâre by him or if you split off into groups heâs going to be with you. Every now and then he tries to hold your hand and has to remind himself to chill out until he sees Beomgyu or someone take your attention then suddenly heâs snatching you away with some excuse.
âWeâre gonna go get drinks,â Yeonjun says as he practically drags you away from Kai who had been trying to take a selfie with you, âWho wants something?â
âIâll come wiââ
âWe donât need everyone, the lineâs already long,â he argues, making sure to pull you behind him, âWeâll be quick.â
âCould you make it any more obvious?â You ask him once the two of you are far enough from the others. He smirked, interlacing your fingers together, âI can if you want me too.â
If it isnât obvious yet, Yeonjun is not good at keeping it a secret. He is confident in his ability to keep it on the low until he gets in too good of a mood, then all he wants to do is put his hands on you.
Especially when you go out for drinks and youâre wearing one of his favorite outfits dancing to some song you like and swaying your hips with just the right amount of rhythm that he feels hypnotized.
Usually, heâll have to distract himself talking with the others but after one too many drinks, heâll make his way toward you and push away whoever youâre dancing with so you can focus on him and him alone, hands playfully tracing the curve of your hips, sliding under the hem of your shirt and smirking when you push his hand away.
By the time you call it a night, itâs hard to keep your boyfriend off you and you end up barely making it past the door of your apartment when heâs already pushing you up against the wall with his mouth on yours.
He likes taking his time with you, he swears, but something he gets a little too eager. Itâs difficult âkeeping it a secretâ and sometimes all he wants to do is get down on his knees and show you how much he appreciates you.
He has one of your legs thrown over his shoulders, teasing your inner thighs with soft bites that make your breath hitch.
âDonât be a tease,â you tried to sound playful but it was hard when you felt breathless from the way he pinched your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most.
âOh, like how you werenât being a tease in front of everyone?â He asked, kissing your clit softly, earning a light moan to fall from your lips.
âNot on purpose,â you sighed, head back against the wall as you closed your eyes to soak in the feeling of his tongue between your wet folds. Yeonjun knew exactly what to do with your body. Maybe itâs because you started off as friends, learned everything it was about each other that when it came to getting intimate, it didnât take long for him to know what to do to make you moan his name.
And he loved the sound of your voice when you moaned for him so lovingly. His tongue does wonders between your legs and when paired with his long fingers, you canât help but let yourself fall for him harder every time.
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SOOBIN
Nervous boyf to the core. We know he likes to joke around with TXT and technically speaking you are their friend but when you start dating SoobinâŚ
Oh itâs like a schoolboy crush heâs got to hide. He used to be just as playful with you as before but now heâs scared to get too close because what if he kisses you? Oh my goodness, how would he hold himself back if he gets too close?
Sometimes when youâre around everyone heâll sit down next to you and spread his legs a little further so that nobody else can squeeze in between you and heâll make sure that his leg touches yours. If heâs feeling extra bold he might put his hand on your thigh, squeeze it a little and try to cover up his teasing by doing the same to Taehyun or Kai under pretense of joking around.
But letâs not forget about jealous boyfriend Soobin.
âNo, Y/n, this is a serious question,â Yeonjun reached for your hand and gave it a tight squeeze, âWho do you think is hotter? Me or Soobin.â
You made the mistake of jokingly saying, âYouâ thinking Soobin would obviously know youâre only saying it to make Yeonjun feel better but boy were you wrong.
He was upset, visibly upset to the point that when you looked over at him, he would give you a side eye and look away. Everyone noticed it too and found it damn near comical that he was so bothered by it but of course they didnât know why. He didnât even talk to you about it till later that night.
âI was joking, Binnie,â you clung to him from behind, âOf course I think youâre so much better looking than anyone but if I said you, everyone would think somethings up. They already think I favorite yoââ
âAs you should! Iâm your boyfriend, you should favorite me,â He would argue with a cute pout.
He's never an angry type of jealous, usually he gets pouty and thinks about it for days which in turn leaves you wanting to prove to him how much you prefer him over anyone else.
âJagi,â Soobin had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep his voice down but it was getting hardâwell, he was, âEveryone is w-waiting for us.â
âSo?â You asked, kissing down his chest as you pushed his shirt up and without being told to, he held it up with the hem between his teeth. He even lifted his hips to help you pull his jeans down, âIâve missed you.â
Your hand teased his growing bulge, palming his erection over his briefs as you got more comfortable in the backseat of his car. The parking garage was dark and almost empty but he still looked out the windows nervously.
You were supposed to be meeting your friends for a game night and he had told them all he was going to pick you up since you were âon the wayâ to the dorms, but in reality he needed a little more time with you alone. He just didnât think that meant youâd ask him to meet you in the backseat so you could show him how much you missed him with your lips around his cock.
And what was he supposed to do when they texted him asking where you were? Was he supposed to tell them that he was moaning your name while hiding down in the parking garage? His hands in your hair, head thrown back with pleasure and abs tightening every time he took a deep breath.
âSo good,â he sighed blissfully, eyes threatening to fall shut when your tongue traced the vein that traveled down his length, âDonât wanna go see them anymore.â
âWe have to,â you released him from your mouth, stroking him teasingly, âOr else theyâll get suspicious.â
And by the time you made it upstairs, Soobin couldnât bother to care about the complaints from everyone about your tardiness. Not when it was taking everything in him not to just pull you into his lap and kiss you for everyone to see.
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BEOMGYU
Heâs probably the only member whoâs actually good at hiding the fact that heâs dating you.
He jokes with you the same way he jokes with everyone else so no one would ever know that when he touches you under the table, he likes to tease too.
They donât know that when he says heâs going to play an arcade and sneaks away from the dorm, heâs actually going over to your place when no oneâs around and hanging out with you.
In all honesty, heâs probably the best âfriends to loversâ of them all. Youâre his best friend and have been for a while so when the two of you started dating, it just became like an added perk.
Not only does he get to game with you and crack jokes but now he gets to kiss you and make you feel good too.
Itâs great, seriously, and the only downside to it is how serious he comes off to you. Sometimes you struggle to remember he's more than just a friend and sometimes he forgets to remember he doesnât like it when the others get too close to you.
Itâs only okay when he gets close to you, not Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun or even Kai. Heâs made it clear heâs your âbest friendâ so yes, he does feel like he has a right to get jealous sometimes.
âWhat does it matter, Gyu? You got up so I took your seat,â Kai laughed, making himself comfortable next to you on the couch, âThe movies about to start just sit next to Jun.â
âBut I was sitting there first,â Beomgyu practically stomped his foot in a tantrum, âI went to make Y/n and I popcorn, how are we supposed to share if you took my seat?â
Meaning: how am I supposed to cuddle with Y/n under the blanket if youâre in the way?
âKai, donât be mean, he was sitting there first,â you laughed, glancing over at Beomgyu who was pouting now, âMaybe you guys should âPaper, Rock, Scissorsâ this and the winner gets to sit next to me.â
You gave them both a cheeky smile which made Kai roll his eyes and cringe, âEw, I donât want to sit next to you anymore.â
âThen move,â Beomgyu said, already forcing himself down next to you and pushing Kai out the way.
Even when the two of you are all alone and you get too touchy, itâs always playful. Thereâs always giggles here and there and jokes that make you both stop and laugh.
And after a while he gets lazy with his excuses. He stays out later and when he doesnât make it home some nights, everyone knows by this time that heâs probably just hanging out with you.
âIâm going to the arcade.â
âWith Y/n?â
âNo, by myself.â
âRight, I thought youâd be with your best friend tonight.â
Itâs only when neither of you answer the phone that the rumors start circulating.
âOh my god, just ignore it,â Beomgyu groaned as your phone rang for the third time. Soobin and Kai were blowing up your phone after you promised to play them online tonight. Meanwhile youâre naked in bed with your boyfriend who just looks so pretty under you.
He even knew you were supposed to be gaming and thatâs why he came over to keep your attention from drifting to anyone but him.
âSo greedy, all the time,â you moaned softly, raising your hips against his member and sinking back down to feel the way he stretched your walls for you, âAlways want my attention. I thought you wanted to keep it a secret.â
âI do,â he nearly whimpered, fingers digging into your thighs with pleasure, âBut itâs hard.â
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TAEHYUN
Heâs even worse at hiding it than Yeonjun. Heâs just too clingy and he canât really hide that even around the other members. Heâs already touchy with the others but when it comes to his girlfriend? Boy, oh boy.
He likes to touch your thigh under the table or trace your spine whenever you stand in front of him and no oneâs looking. When you run your fingers through his hair while watching a movie, he tends to get a little lost in the feeling and starts to doze off with his head practically on your lap.
The others ignore it for the most part but every now and then Kai will try to make a comment about his touchiness toward you and suddenly Taehyun has to act out.
One time the two of you almost got caught getting a little too close while at the bar and he literally pushed you off him before Yeonjun could see you try and kiss him. He ended up paying for that in the end.
âJagi, just one kiss,â Taehyun begged later that night when you rejected his second attempt since you got back to your place. You werenât actually mad at him but he liked messing with you so what was wrong with itâs you doing it back?
âWell I tried to give you a kiss earlier and you pushed me away, remember?â You asked, hiding your smirk and turning your back to him. Taehyun didnât like that at all, and practically pounced on your bed to hold you.
âBut I want it now.â
Hes a jealous guy too, a quiet, introverted jealous guy. He wonât say anything but thereâll be signs. Heâll keep his eyes on you and whoever youâre with and have no shame about it.
One time you asked Soobin to help you reach something instead of Taehyun and he couldnât hide how annoyed he was by it. He even went as far as mocking you for it later that night.
Whenever youâre more distracted by your phone than him, heâs always gotta try and get your attention back on him.
Usually, if youâre alone, itâs with little touches here and there.
He likes playfully pulling at your shirt to bring you closer to him, smile on his face when you whine at being exposed.
Youâll try and escape his affection but you always end up giving in and you end up making out on your couch when youâre finally alone.
Heâs handsy too, he loves the way you feel under his fingertips especially when your skirts rolled up and heâs gotten your panties off.
âSo soft,â he always reminds you when he traces a finger along your clit, massaging into it with some of your slick. Heâs always gentle when he touches you, always kisses down your sides and aims to please you first.
âMhm,â you moan lightly, hand brushing his soft hair back so you could see his big boba eyes look up at you while he kisses your navel. They distract you from his hand until you feel his middle finger tease your entrance.
âItâs so hard to keep my hands off you,â he always makes sure to remind you when heâs making you feel good with those hands. Heâs never shy when it comes to touching you either, always knows just when to curl his fingers or rub your clit while he does it. When he can tell youâre close, he likes to kiss you, swallow your moans and feel your tighten around his fingers.
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KAI
He thought it would be easy at first but he quickly realized how wrong he was.
In the beginning, he did his best to treat you like a friend and nothing else. He would talk to you like he talks to the other members and he wouldnât make a scene whenever you talked too long to someone else.
He would only get nervous when you would look at him for too long, or wink at him, talk about how heâs your favorite or sit close to him.
And you loved to get him riled up when no oneâs looking.
Youâre the one to usually initiate something, like when you casually trace your fingers through his hair.
How is he supposed to act unbothered by it?
When youâre out with them all and someone tries hitting on you, and you have to quietly explain that youâre kind of seeing someone which leads the others to ask who, how is Kai not supposed to shout out that itâs him?
Howâs he supposed to just join in with the interrogation and act like he doesnât know anything either?
âWait, have we met him?â Yeonjun asks you and none of them seem to notice how you look over at Kai and smile so innocently while heâs sweating billets.
âI donât kiss and tell,â you always say, half laughing at how annoyed they all look and Kai has to pretend to be just as annoyed when in reality he wants to smile too.
âI donât think weâll ever know,â heâll try and pipe in, trying not to smirk and when theyâre not looking at him, he winks at you and enjoys the little secret you share.
To be honest, youâre the one who fell for him first.
For some reason his cringey jokes and over the top laugh really pulled you in and when you made the move on him, he hadnât known what to think.
For the longest he thought of you as a friend so the night you were on video call playing a game together and you were laying on your bed, barely covered by the blanket⌠he kept getting distracted.
Then you would say something flirty while shifting around and showing the little shorts you wore to sleep and how they barely covered anything, along with your tank top. He would remind himself that youâre just a friend and heâs probably reading too into it
So everything was on the low to begin with. None of the others knew how the two of you would spend almost every night on the phone together and Kai could tell them but why would he? So that they could think they could call you too and take your attention away?
Plus, did he really want them to know about how you looked fresh out the shower on the phone with him? Or how you sounded when you whispered softly with your hand down your panties asking if heâs touching himself too?
And it was known Kai had such a nice voice that you couldnât help but encourage him to let you hear it when he stroked his stiff member in his bedroom late at night.
âI canât hear you,â you would remind him, hand touching down your body and showing the camera what he canât see in person.
âTheyâre going to hear me,â he whispers, letting out a small moan when you pull down your top and tease him with a view of your bare chest.
âEveryoneâs asleep,â you say, âPlease? Itâs not fair, I donât ever get to see you alone.â
Your words always got to him, and he would stroke himself just a little faster and whisper, âI want to see you too.â
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Summary- Eddie gets a stomach dropping call from you, asking to pick you up and take you home from the party you were invited to. As soon as he arrives, he can see just how awful your night mustâve been. *i was informed that thereâs two definitions for what a âPig Partyâ is so for context, a pig party is where guys only invite âunattractiveâ girls*
Genre- Hurt/Comfort
Warnings- mentions of sa (nothing explicit), awful frat guys doing awful things
Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @gvf23 @wheels-of-despair @goatsmcgee @flawiette
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âThatâs not fair!â Grant whined from his spot at the lunch table, âWhy do you get to go to some big college party and not us?!â
âBecause,â You had said once again with an eye roll, âI was the only one that got invited. Besides, itâs supposed to be a date. I think?â
âYou think?â Jeff asked after sipping from his can of Pepsi.
âYeah, i mean the guy didnât ask officially if i wanted to go as a date, he just said i looked like iâd fit in and heâd love to bring me.â
âWho even is this guy?â Eddie asked with a shrug, his arms crossed over his chest.
âHis names Chris, i met him at the mall last weekend. Why, you mad he got to me first?â You said with a grin, noticing the dusting of pink on the apples of Eddieâs cheeks the moment you mentioned your college boys name.
âNo, iâm asking because weâve never met the guy, and to be honest with you⌠i donât think heâd walk up to any random girl and ask them to go to some party with him.â
The table went quiet for a moment.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â You asked, your tone easily giving away your anger.
âDude, iâd shut it if i were you.â Gareth said quietly to Eddie.
âNo,â You said as you leaned back on your chair, eyebrows furrowed in frustration and your arms crossed over your chest as you waited for a response from Eddie, âI want him to explain himself. What, am i not pretty enough to get approached by college guys?â
âI didnât say that!â Eddie argued.
âWhat is it then, are you jealous of him? Or maybe youâre just pissed because i got invited to a college party and you only show up when they need drugs?â
âHey, quiet down (y/n).â Jeff whispered to you, trying his best to calm the situation down before it got any worse.
âNo! Iâm tired of you always being such an asshole whenever shit like this happens. Youâre supposed to be my friend, youâre supposed to be happy for me when things like this happen but every fucking time you always get so pissy about it.â You stood up quickly, the metal legs of your chair screeching on the linoleum floor as you grabbed your bag, âTalk to me again when you decide to stop being a child.â
You hit his shoulder hard as you walked past, the boys staring as they watched you exit the cafeteria and enter the halls through the double doors. Gareth turned to Eddie with an annoyed look in his eyes,
âAgain? Really?â
âWhat?!â Eddie yelled out, âWhat did i do?!â
âEddie, sheâs right. Every time something good happens to her, especially when itâs got something to do with some guy, you manage to get yourself bitched at because youâre too much of a pussy to actually tell her you like her.â
âI do not!â Eddie argued back. The raised eyebrows and frustrated stares were enough to tell Eddie that he really did do the same thing every time. Without even noticing. ââŚDo i?â
âYes!â The three shouted in unison.
âThatâs what happens when you donât accept that you like herâŚâ Jeff chuckled to himself, teasing Eddie as the other boys joined in a laugh.
âOh please, like you guys donât get jealous about stuff like that too.â Eddie rolled his eyes.
âYeah, but at least we donât have to see and talk to the girls we like every day. You do. Thatâs why itâs different.â Grant joked, clearly trying to get a rise out of Eddie.
âMe and (y/n) are just friends. Thatâs it. Always have been⌠Always will be.â Eddie sighed.
âYou hesitated.â Gareth chuckled.
âShut the fuck up. Youâre wrong, weâre friends. I donât know why i get like that, i just canât help it.â Eddie shrugged and slumped in his seat, so unsure of himself.
The thought of you being with him had never crossed his mind, but the signs were there. He thought back on all the other times heâd been an asshole to you over something like this, and the guys were right, it always had something to do with you being involved with some guy.
âWhatever man, if you gotta tell yourself that to be happy then so be it.â Gareth smiled and downed the last of the can of Dr. Pepper in front of him before standing to clear the table. The other boys followed suit, clearing the lunch table before grabbing their things and heading off to class.
Eddie was never the school type, but now he couldnât keep his thoughts straight. All he could think about was you.
Did he like you?
He couldnât. Like he had always said, you were just friends. Every guy gets a little irritated when their friend blows them off to hang out with someone else. Every guy gets jealous when hearing about how good a date was the night before. Every guy canât help but get nervous when their friend asks how they look when trying on a new dress. Every guy gets tense when their arms get grabbed to keep together in the halls.
Didnât they?
All he could think about was every single interaction the two of you had since youâve met, and wether he wanted to admit it or not, every single thing was an indication of a crush. And he hated knowing that not only were the guys right to be teasing him about something so childish, but he hated knowing how you mustâve felt whenever he treated you badly.
The rest of the day was a blur.
He managed to finish classes, drive home, and lay in bed staring at the ceiling without any perception of time. He didnât even notice Wayne calling into his room nearly 30 minutes ago to tell him dinner was ready.
It consumed him.
You. How he treated you. And how he shouldnât have been stupid enough for even himself to not notice how much he really liked you. All he had hoped was that this was something he could apologize for. It was definitely deserved.
As Eddie sighed and finally sat up on the edge of his bed, he jumped in surprise from the sudden ringing of the phone in the hall. He checked the clock and saw that it was already 7 pm, and at this point Wayne wouldâve been gone for work.
He stood and stretched, wandering into the hall and taking the phone off of the handset at its fourth ring.
âHello?â He groaned out.
âEddie?âŚâ
His attention was grabbed immediately. As soon as he heard your voice whimper his name on the other end he was filled with a mixture of relief and concern.
âHey, (y/n), are you ok?â
âNoâŚâ He could hear a faint sniffle, and the shakiness of your voice was indication enough for him to tell that tears had been shed, âCan you please come get me?â
âYeah! Yes, of course, where are you?â Eddie frantically searched for his keys, pulling the spiral cord as far as it could go into his room as he grabbed his jacket.
âIâm at that party⌠247 Stewart Street, itâs just past the mallâŚâ
âIâll be right there! Stay put ok? Iâll be there in less than 15, i promise.â
Eddie hung up the phone and quickly ran outside to the van, shoving the key into the ignition and pulling out as fast as he could onto the gravel road. He didnât know what happened, but he did know that whatever happened to make you so uncomfortable and worried enough to call him of all people it mustâve been bad.
He sped out onto the road, not even bothering to pay attention to the stop signs unless he knew there was a cop waiting around the corner. He didnât want to take any chances of anything else happening, or god forbid something else happening to you. Eddie was just thankful that he could tell exactly which house it was on the street.
It was a larger house near the end of the street, cars filled the driveway and out on the lawn he saw a few girls comforting each other as one stood in the middle. Her cheeks were red and her eyes filled with tears. Whatever happened inside, it couldnât be good.
He parked the van in front of the driveway, blocking in the freshly waxed cars that were parked so neatly with his van. It may have been a shitbox, but it made a damn good barricade.
Eddie couldnât help the anger bubbling up inside. This was more than just a little tiff happening and you needed him for backup, you gave him a cry for help and there was no way in hell he was going to ignore it. He took one last deep breath to calm himself, or at least to keep him from immediately throwing punches as soon as the front door opened.
His fist pounded on the door and he stood there and waited with his arms crossed over his chest. At least he knew that given his reputation he could be pretty intimidating. The door slowly opened and a college age looking boy opened the door with a smile and a half filled red solo cup in hand,
âCan i help you?â He smirked, looking Eddie up and down.
âWhereâs (y/n)?â Eddie said sternly, more like a demand than a question for whoever this boy was and the gaggle of clones behind him.
âOh!â He laughed, âYeah, her. She locked herself in the bathroom down the hall,â The boy stepped back and held his arm out to welcome Eddie inside, pointing him in the direction of the door beneath the stairs, âSheâs all yours.â He laughed before taking a swig from his cup.
Eddie wandered inside, not before âaccidentallyâ bumping into this stranger and causing whatever drink was left in the cup to spill all down the front of his polo.
The other guys inside were all the same. Drunk, rich, and certainly not paying any attention to any of the girls that they had asked to come to this party. Eddie noticed a few others sitting on the den couch together silently.
He leaned into the bathroom door and rapped his knuckles against it gently,
â(y/n)? Itâs Eddie, you in there?â
Without a second to catch his breath the door swung open and your arms wrapped tightly around his torso. He couldnât get a good look at your face, but your eyes were swollen and your cheeks red. You mustâve been crying in there until he had come to get you.
âPlease take me homeâŚâ You whispered up to him without even as much as looking at him.
His arm went around your shoulder to guide you out the door, your face looking down at the ground, shielding yourself from the smiling and snickering faces of the boys around you. Eddie could feel your arms grip him tighter as one of them said âBye (y/n)â in a mocking tone.
To say he was pissed would be the least of it.
Eddie slowly walked you out to the van, opening the passenger side door for you and helping you inside. He had finally noticed how put together you looked, how your makeup had been smeared down your cheeks from the tears, how your dress was bunched up at the end in your hands. He needed to know what the hell happened inside to not only cause you so much despair, but the other girls too.
He walked around to the drivers side and slammed his door, sitting there in silence for a moment before turning over to you,
âWhat happened in there (y/n)?â You could hear how concerned he was, but having to repeat the events from earlier wouldâve made you break down again.
âNothing⌠Just please, take me homeâŚâ You said quietly.
âNo.â Eddie said angrily, grabbing your attention, âTell me what happened.â
âEddie pleaseâŚâ
â(y/n), the last time we talked today you stormed off so pissed at me it seemed like you never wanted to breathe the same air as me. You call me, sobbing, telling me to come get you at a place i know youâve never been to. That house is full of drunk assholes and every other girl here is in the same position you are, meanwhile theyâre all inside being buddy-buddy and having the time of their lives. What did they do to you?â
He needed to hear it from you that you were alright, but your silence was only scaring him more. Your eyes shut tight as you took a deep breath, a few stray tears falling down your cheeks as you thought over the last hour once more in your head. It was so difficult to say, but you knew Eddie wouldnât leave you alone until he knew what the problem was.
â(y/n), please.â He was pleading with you to speak, âDid they hurt you? Did they⌠touch you?â
âNo.â You whimpered.
âTell me.â Eddie wasnât asking, he was demanding. Not for your own good, but for those assholes inside.
You took one last deep breath, your head resting in your hand as your arm propped you up against the passenger side door.
âEverything was fine at first. That guy Chris, the one from the mall, picked me up and kept telling me about how it was gonna be such a great night.â You paused for an eye roll and a quick wipe away of the tears starting to pool in your eyes again, âAll the guys inside already had their dates there, and theyâre all super nice girls, and we all really got along so we were with each other having a good time while the guys were in the other room. They said they were getting the last big thing set up for all of us.â Eddie listened so intently on every word, giving you all the time you needed and as many breaks to sniffle or recollect your thoughts as you needed, âWhen they called us into that main dining room the table was set up and in the middle of the roomâŚâ You paused and shut your eyes tight, shaking your head in disbelief that something like that had actually been thought out and planned by those assholes, âthere was a pig that had a crown on it and they tied a name tag to it that said âMichelleâ. It was a pig party and i guess she was the âwinnerâ.â You said with air quotes, looking out Eddieâs window and seeing her crying in the yard, quickly pointing over to her. âThatâs her. Sheâs really nice, sheâs a freshman studying Biochem at their college.â
To say Eddie was enraged would be the least of it.
How dare they humiliate not only you, but all those other girls they had invited. Eddie knew how excited you were about this, and he canât imagine how all those other girls felt when you finally realized the real reason why they were invited. Not one of them deserved to be treated this way, and he was shocked to see how pretty all those girls were. They were people too, and no one deserves to feel that way.
Eddie peered out his window and saw Michelle and her friends start to calm her down. Each one of them was dressed up so nicely, their hair and makeup done. They mustâve been getting ready for hours for this, only to be shot down the moment they set foot through the door.
Heâd handle this.
âIâll be back.â He said through gritted teeth, quickly reaching over and grabbing something from the glovebox before slamming the door behind him.
âEddieâŚâ You said with concern, not wanting this to turn into another night where the cops were called, âEddie.â You followed behind him quickly, leaving the van after him.
He turned to you and grabbed your shoulders,
â(y/n). I can handle this.â Eddie looked into your eyes, and you could sense that though he wanted to rip them a new one, he wasnât going to end up in handcuffs by the end of the night, âTell the other girls they can wait in the van, there should be enough seats, and just wait for me. Ok?â
You took a slow, deep breath, nodding your head as you glanced over to Michelle and the other girls on the lawn,
âOk. Iâm trusting you to not get yourself in trouble again.â
âI wonât.â Eddie flashed you a smile that told you all you needed to hear. He can take care of this.
You parted ways, you wandering over to the group of girls on the lawn as Eddie walked back up to the front door. Just as he was about to knock, the girls sitting on the sofa inside had gathered and made their way outside, flinching a bit as they saw Eddie at the door. He offered them a sympathetic smile as they walked over to you and the group of girls on the lawn. Eddie put on his game face, and he was thankful his over the top acting from DMing so many sessions would finally pay off.
âHey!â He said with a smile to the same guy that answered the door for him, â(y/n) just told me all about this party,â He leaned in with a cheeky smile still on his face, âyou were really able to pull this off that easily huh?â
âYeah man!â He replied, obviously drunk, âAnd it was so easy too! Who are you by the way?â
âOh, Iâm Michael,â Eddie was quick to think up a fake name, âshe called me to come pick her up but honestly⌠Itâs too funny to not call up my friends and tell them about it.â Eddie laughed along with Chris, happy that his act was going over so well. âCan i use your phone man? The whole school needs to know about this.â
âGo ahead, in the kitchen,â Chris hiccuped as he pointed down the hall, âshould be on the wall. Help yourself go this stuff too man, youâre welcome to stay.â Chris chuckled, âAnd you know, if you want, i can put in a good word with the head of the frat for you. We definitely could use someone like you here.â
Eddie nodded as a quick âthank youâ and wandered through the maze of other sloppy drunks to the kitchen phone. He recognized a few faces from a couple of deals he made over the summer, he was just hoping they didnât recognize him. As Eddie entered the kitchen he could see the pig still in the dining room, the wooden plank with Michelleâs name on it was still hung around its neck. He was disgusted, but if he got this far, he knew the rest of the plan would work out.
Eddie took the phone off the handset and quickly dialed in Gareths number, hoping he wouldnât take forever to pick up.
âHello?â Gareth said, confused as to who couldâve been calling him this late.
âHey, itâs Eddie. Call up the guys and be at the diner in 20.â
âWhat? Eddie, itâs like 9 oâclock at night, why?â
âIâll explain when i get there. Something happened with (y/n) at that party, and now iâve got a van full of girls that need some knights in shining armor.â
âDone. See you in 20.â
Eddie chuckled quietly to himself as he turned his body to the wall, making sure no one could see him punch in the number of Hawkinsâ police station. They picked up on the first ring, and Eddie smiled as he placed his hand into his pocket, palming the baggie he took from the glovebox.
âHawkins Police,â Eddie recognized the voice from his various encounters and adjusted himself to fix his voice, âwhat is your emergency?â
âHi,â Eddie deepened his voice enough to make himself sound more grown up, maybe then theyâd take it a little more seriously, âthereâs a house just down the street from mine and theyâre having some kind of party? Theyâre loud, theyâre obnoxious, and to be frank, i wouldnât be surprised if they were smoking some funny stuff in there too. There was smoke billowing out the upstairs window like a chimney!â
âThank you sir, whatâs the address?â
Eddie grinned wide and relayed the fraternity address back to the officer on the other end. For someone with a decent amount of run ins with them before, talking to the cops was a lot easier than he thought. Especially when he wasnât the one in trouble.
He hung up the phone and cleared his throat, holding the baggie tight in his pocket to keep it secure as he glanced around to find the perfect hiding spot for it. As soon as he spotted one of the letterman jackets across the back of a chair he knew it was the perfect obvious spot for one of these idiots to stash a bag of weed. And enough to get them put away, at least for the night.
Eddie made himself seem so comfortable in there he figured they wouldnât bat an eye if he had been wandering for a bit. He approached the jacket, passing the pig through the dining room as it lay underneath the table snoring away. It was so much easier than he thought it wouldâve been.
Just as quickly as he came in, he made sure to get himself out of there quickly. Not before putting on his little act again as he said âgoodbyeâ to the few of them that were able to slur their words out as best as they could. With all the liquor theyâve had combined with that weed stashed in the pocket of whatever poor asshole the jacket belonged to, he was certain justice would be served. Rightfully this time.
Just before Eddie made his way out the door, Chris gave him a wave and called him over, clearly drunk. As badly as he wanted to leave, he had to keep this act up. Eddie wandered over to him with a smile on his face, grabbing Chrisâ hand as he stuck it out for Eddie to take,
âLeaving? Already?â
âYeah, i gotta get home,â Eddie groaned, âthanks for letting me use your phone, thisâll be all over the school by tomorrow.â He said with a laugh.
âPerfect.â Chris said with a smile, doing his best to keep his words clear, âAnd remember, if you want, iâll put in a good word for you next year. Make sure they donât go to hard on you with the hazing.â He said with a wink before patting Eddie on the back and going back to fill his solo cup.
Eddie nodded and swiftly made his way out the door, seeing the girls no longer on the lawn calmed his nerves a little bit. He glanced back to the house as he walked to the van, smiling big to you as he climbed into the drivers seat.
âLetâs get out of here, i called the cops so they should be here any minute.â
âOh god, what did you do?â You groaned as he started up the van, you and the girls in the back rows of seats quickly buckling in. You made sure to warn them of Eddie driving the moment they stepped inside.
âYou know,â Eddie shrugged as he made a quick u-turn to leave the subdivision, âleft them a little parting gift hidden in one of their jackets.â
âYou didnât.â You couldnât help the smile slowly tugging at your lips. Good, they deserved whatever they have coming to them. âEddie, these are the girls .â You motioned to the group of six girls in the rows behind you, âGirls, this is Eddie. Heâs gonna take us all home.â The other girls behind you offered kind smiles and quiet âhellosâ as Eddie smiled and nodded his head to them.
âOh yeah, about that, change of plans.â
You snapped your head back to face him with a look of confusion on yours and the other girls faces,
âWhat do you mean?â You asked him, and he could hear the slight worry in your voice.
âI called some friends up, theyâre gonna meet us at the diner. I know itâs not the fanciest place,â He glanced up in the rear view mirror to look at the girls in the back of the van, âbut i feel bad for how those guys treated you back there. Besides, you all got dressed up and you look good, i didnât want that to go to waste.â
The girls smiled to themselves, and even you were blushing at how sweet it was of Eddie to still make sure you had the best night that you could. Especially under the earlier circumstances.
The drive to the diner was short, and as Eddie pulled the van in you saw Gareth, Jeff and Grant leaned up against Jeffâs car in the parking lot. They had seen you from the passenger side and gave their usual smiles and waves, and you knew from the way they had looked more put together than normal that Eddie had to have mentioned there would be girls involved. They approached the van as Eddie put it into park and he quickly stepped out, rushing over to the other side to slide open the back door for the girls before opening the passenger door for you.
âThank you.â You said with a smile as Eddie held his arm out to assist. You turned to the girls as they started to slowly make their way out of the van, âGirls, this is Jeff, Gareth and Grant,â You said as the boys approached the van with smiles on their faces as each one of the girls made their way out, âtheyâre friends of mine, theyâre very nice.â
Each of the boys gave them a kind smile and the girls gave them one back, trying their best to make sure that they still looked good after being at that party. But they were excited to know that there were at least a few more nice guys out there, and with you vouching for them they knew that it would be so much better being around them than with those frat boys.
As you all slowly made your way inside, each of the boys with a girl on either side of them, you trailed back with Eddie as they all got more acquainted with one another.
âHey,â You grabbed Eddieâs forearm and gently pulled him back, âthank you, for everything tonight. I know i was kind of bitchy at school todayâŚâ
âNo, donât apologize! Iâm sorry for always being so pissy, i guess i just donât know what comes over me whenever you mention stuff like that.â He shrugged, and though he knew exactly why he always acted that way, he didnât want to drop it all on you at once. After the night youâd had, you needed something else on your mind.
âYou know,â You say teasingly, taking a step closer, âi think it might be jealousy.â
âJealous?â Eddie laughed, â(y/n), iâm not jealous.â You stared him down for a moment with a smile on your face, your arms crossing over your chest. Eddie knew when he was found out. âOk, fine. Maybe i might be just a little bit jealous. Happy?â He smiled.
âVery.â You shrugged, taking one last step to close the gap between you two, planting a quick kiss onto his cheek, âCome on,â You grasped his arm and tugged it as you made your way to the door, âYou can make it up to me with a milkshake.â
#stranger things#stranger things 4#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x yn#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x you#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson hurt/comfort
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X-Men 97â Nightcrawler x Reader
Warnings: âźď¸X-MEN 97â SPOILERSâźď¸, smut under the cut, cuteness overload-
A/N: KURT IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE X-MAN/MARVEL CHARACTER IN GENERAL I ADORE HIM SO OF COURSE I HAD TO WRITE FOR HIM AFTER THE NEW EPISODE. I really hope we see him join the team or at least just more of him!
You were a mutant on Genosha when you met Kurt, he had helped show you and the other mutants around from your ship the island, and you had followed the handsome blue boy around like a lost little puppy. He was charming and mischievous, flirty with a cute fangy smile on his face. After the official tour was over, you asked him to show you some hidden gems of the island, to which he bowed and kissed your hand, âAs you wish!â before teleporting the two of you away from the crowd. He had showed you a beautiful, peaceful and tropical spot away from everyone else, where the two of you got to know each other, soon becoming friends and meeting at that spot almost every day
Heâd ask you out on a date pretty quick, heâs not shy about flirting at all and will make it clear that he finds you attractive and would like to know you more intimately. Heâd take you to a nice restaurant, showing up in a dashing suit to impress you and his curls gelled back in a slick style. Will compliment you on your dress/suit and have you twirl for him to see the full outfit, saying âMein gott! You look absolutely stunning, liebe!â before pulling out your seat for you like a gentleman and ordering a nice bottle of wine for the both of you to have with your dinner
After dinner you go for a walk around the gardens, holding Kurtâs arm he held out for you. His tail would curl around one of your legs as you talked, sitting on a bench together to view the night sky above the beautiful greenery together. Heâd want to know your life story and would share his with you, heâd want to know what you like to do, what you hate, what youâre afraid of, what you love, and heâd share all of that about himself with you as well
After a few dates you became official, more often than not staying with each other in your homes (weâll get to what goes on in the bedroom laterđ). Heâs a huge cuddler for sure, wants both his arms around you and his tail curled around your waist or leg. He doesnât mind being big spoon or little spoon, heâs perfectly content and happy with both and just wants to feel your skin against his. Heâs big on physical affection and PDA, he just loves you so much and heâs a physical guy in general. Wants to be able to hold your hand, give you kisses, wrap an arm around your waist, anything as long as he touching you in some way. Plus he likes to show off how lucky he got with you, showing you off and always making sure everyone knows heâs taken. Heâs highly sought after, after all (if you ask him)
Heâs always got a date planned, heâs definitely not one of those guys that lets the other do all the work in the relationship. Heâll take you to your favorite restaurants, do your favorite activities, anything you would like to do. Heâs adventurous and will try anything once, and will always make an effort to do things you enjoy. He will teach you some sword fighting skills, just you know how to use them and plus, do some borderline erotic sparring sessions with him of course! Itâs something he enjoys and wants to do with you, but if he ever cut you with a sword heâd want to damn himself to Hell because HOW DARE HE GIVE YOU A CUT LESS THAN A CENTIMETER LONG?! HEâS THE WORST PERSON TO EVER EXIST. He will bandage it and kiss it better, begging your forgiveness despite you already saying it wasnât a big deal and it didnât even hurt at all
When you were recruited to the X-Men, he was offered a spot as well so the both of you packed up and moved to the X-Mansion so you could help mutants from there. On missions, heâll always catch you if you fall and teleport you out of harms way. Definitely flirts during battle as well and likes to show off his skills to you, making you giggle and smile at him before focusing back on the mission. If you get hurt during it, heâll teleport you to the mansion immediately to the medical room before going to help his teammates so he can get you their help quicker. Will spend lots of time with you and cuddle with you while you recover, you donât have to lift a finger, this man will get you whatever you want
He does like to tease you a lot, things like squeezing your butt as you walk by or giving it a light smack with his tail. Will whisper innuendos and jokes to you during important meetings and such to make you giggle, to which Scott gives you a deadpan stare until the two of you refocus. His tail will move up your pants or skirt under the table, making your face heat up
Heâs constantly winning you over long after youâve become official. Will still bring you flowers, will still flirt with you, but heâs also the type to be like âWould you still love me if I was a bug?â He does need some reassurance due to his looks and how heâs been hated because of them, like, HE knows heâs sexy, but he wants to make sure YOU think heâs sexy. And you assure him you think he isâŹď¸âŹď¸
NSFW Under the Cut
Oh he is SUCH a lover boy. Heâs more focused on your pleasure than his own for sure, and my man is SKILLED and EXPERIENCED (everyone wants a taste of the fuzzy man-). His hands will be all over your body, even his tail will be wrapped around you as well, and heâll be mindlessly blabbering on and on in English and German about how much he loves you and how beautiful/handsome he thinks you are. My dude is AMAZING at giving you head, doesnât matter which genitals you have, heâs got experience with both and will have your legs shaking and your back arched far off the bed during round one. If youâre AFAB, heâd know exactly where the clit is and exactly how to pleasure it, rather than just roughly rubbing it and calling it good. If youâre AMAB, heâd for sure be fingering your ass while sucking you off, his other hand squeezing your thigh and spreading your legs for him while his tail holds your other leg for him, or even smacks your ass with it teasingly
You often insist on giving him head in return, which of course he doesnât mind but HE IS ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE SEX ABOUT YOU, when you want to make it about HIM sometimes. Heâs so loving, caring and sweet to you, you just want to show him how much you love him as well and sometimes have to get that through his fuzzy head. He loves body worship for sure, so heâd love to hear you say how hot and sexy and handsome and adorable and beautiful he is while the two of you make love to each other, itâd make him cum 10x harder and faster
Heâd lowkey be kind of basic and love missionary, but heâs certainly not vanilla. He just wants to be able to see your face and to hold you close to him, so missionary tends to be good for that, but heâd also love it if you rode him and watch your chest bounce and toss your head back at the feeling of his cock inside of you. I honestly think heâs got more girth and length, but definitely not too short at all and would fit perfectly inside of you. He also likes to hold your hand during sex, which may be cheesy but he just wants to make sure youâre okay the whole time
Being in a mansion with many others, it is sometimes hard to find privacy and quiet time for longer than 20 minutes, so heâll sometimes teleport the two of you elsewhere so youâre not interrupted. When in your room at the mansion though, he likes to make you scream while teasing you to be quiet and that someone will hear you, covering your mouth with his hand or kissing you muffle your loud moans and whines for him. But when the two of you walk out to the living quarters to join some of the others, Jubilee and Roberto will not make eye contact, Morph will give Kurt a knowing smirk and a high five, while Gambit outright says âYou know we could hear yâall at it all the way down here-â before Scott gives you two the disappointed dad look and says âThere are children residing here.â
Kurt: And how exactly did Jean get pregnant?
Scott: đł
Kurt: Yeah, thatâs what I thought-
#x-men x reader#x men 97#xmen x reader#nightcrawler#nightcrawler x reader#Kurt wagner#kurt wagner x reader#marvel#marvel x reader
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"SAY CHEESE ! "
or, his favourite photo of you.
PAIRING: aventurine, dan heng x gn!reader
WARNINGS: none
WORDCOUNT: 0.6K || CONTENT: fluff, slice of life, kisses!!!
NOTES: something silly for the sillies
AVENTURINE awakens to tangled sheets, and your limbs sprawled over his.
your embrace is warmer than the sunlight that filters in through the curtains, your soft breaths ghosting over his neck from where your head is cosily tucked in. he smiles, a touch fondly. a muffled grumble leaves your lips as he twists out of your hold.Â
he grabs his phone from his nightstand, snapping a photo of the scene easily. heâd use it to tease you later, when you are awake.
you were so incredibly worried during the entirety of the last night, after he had initially offered to let you sleep over. yet here you are now, spread across his bed as if it were your very own.
âare you sure?â you had asked, with drawn brows and pursed lips. âit's really okay, i can get home just fine.â
he only laughed, head cocked to the side, a smirk tugging at his lips. âcareful now, love, or i might just get the impression you don't want to stay at all.â
âi do,â you protest. your expression softens, and you raise a hand, reaching for him, only to drop it midway. âreally, i do. i'm just scared that sleeping over is too⌠we promised to take things slow.â
âwell then, we must have different definitions of âslowâ, darling. how could ever i let my little lucky charm travel home by themselves this late into the night?â
you sigh, your body sagging into the couch, and he knows he's won. itâs thrilling. he leans in, dipping his head, pressing a kiss to your temple which you do not refuse. instead, you giggle, meeting him halfway.Â
âfine,â you say. âiâll stay the night. just this once.â
in the end, you begin to stay over for many, many nights more, and the photo he had taken that first morning is never brought up to you at all.
⌠until the day you notice his phone's wallpaper.
âDAN HENG!â you call, barrelling into the archives and straight into him.
he barely has the time to look at you before you sling an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close. you hold march's camera up high.
âsay cheese!â
you turn to him, pressing a big, fat kiss to his cheek, and the shutter goes off with a snap.
when you release him from your hold, he huffs. âwhat was that all about?â
âmarch let me borrow her camera,â you tell him, grinning, bright and delighted and childishly gleeful. he can guess as much. he nods anyway, so you continue. âlet's take another one!â
he sighs, and you cackle.
âŚ
âdid you even try to smile?â you complain, shuffling through the polaroid photos. there are at least ten different pieces in your hand, and many more takes you didn't print out. âawh, this one's cute.â
âi did,â he defends himself. smiling came as naturally to you as did breathing, but that simply wasn't the case for him. he gestures at one of the photos discarded on the bed, near your feet. âi smiled in that one.â
you pick it up to inspect. âawh.â
when you are done sifting through the photos, you leave him all the ones you do not want.
âyou can do whatever with the rest,â you tell him cheerily. âi have to go and return march her camera now.â
then, you're bounding out of the room as quickly as you had come.
he picks up the photo closest to him, and realises it is the first one you had taken. his eyes are slightly wide with surprised, his head partially turned to you. your joy is wide and infectious, bleeding through the film so easily it makes him smile. though your face is half hidden behind his cheek, he can see the crinkles in your eye and your endearingly silly grin.
the lighting is off, and the picture itself is blurry, but he finds he loves it all the same.
he slips it into his drawer for safekeeping.
#aventurine x reader#dan heng x reader#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#aventurine#dan heng#(âď¸)â writing.
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sheâs driving me crazy
description. STILES STILINSKI finally gets another chance with you, and he wonât take it for granted
includes. SMUT 18+, riding, car sex, fem!reader, protective p n v, lots of making out, loser!stiles, awkward stiles, bi!stiles, exes getting back together, slightly manipulative reader, reader has easily malleable hair, reader wears makeup, drinking (but no drunk intercourse), bickering, scott guest appearance
wc. 6k+
a/n: long awaited stiles fic. bestie boo this one's for u. title from confidence by ocean alley. art credits unknown.
Stiles knows he fucked up.Â
He had you, after almost a full year of tortuous pining, and he let you slip through his hands. All of it, your relationship with Stiles, really didnât last more than two months. Two months where date nights were rain checked and eventually canceled. Sleepovers were lackluster, and nothing more than a movie playing in the back while Stiles worked over something that wouldnât rest in his brain, leaving you alone in the center of his unmade bed. Promises were made, and never kept. It was a mess, a horrible, murky mess of Stilesâ own creation.Â
He knows this. But he still allows himself to mourn what could have been. He grieves what was. All while nursing a warm beer that doesnât sit well in his stomach, mostly because of the sight he has been doomed to acknowledgeâalso his own doing as he could definitely turn his gaze elsewhere.Â
Youâre tucked under the arm of some guy who looks nothing like Stiles, and he doesnât know if that makes him feel better or worse. Is that your dream guy? Or are you forcing yourself to branch out and try something that wasnât him? He tries to resist the spiral that sends him on, and is only able to start crawling out of the self-deprecating and insecurity tunnel through Scottâs voice beside him.Â
âWhatâre you staring at?âÂ
Scott reeks of alcohol and fruit-flavored syrup. If he wasnât a werewolf, Stiles knows his best friend would be unable to stand straight by now. But Scott stands like his usual self next to Stiles, a big grin on his face probably from the attention heâs been getting from Kira. (It was sickening for Stiles to watch but he forced himself to be happy for the strong relationship his best friend has.)
Stilesâ immediate instinct is to lie. âNothing.â He says it a little too fast. He tries to cover his slip up by taking a sip of his beer, but the flavor is unappealing to the point where the face of disgust he presents makes him look more guilty than he really is.Â
Scott stares at Stiles, waiting. Stiles knows he wonât lie to Scott, not about something this small anyway, and it is only a matter of a few seconds before Stiles sighs.Â
âLook,â he points at you and your suitor. âDonât you think heâs making her uncomfortable? Look at that. Heâs all over her. Probably reeks of Axe body spray.â
Itâs then that the guy cracks another joke, your head throwing back in laughter just before you rest your ear against his chest. Itâs so affectionate. As if youâve known this guy for years, and not just mere minutes.Â
Stiles flicks his eyes over to Scott, expecting to see his best friend analyzing the situation with at least a small amount of attention that Stiles is. Instead, Scott is looking over at Stiles, wearing what Stiles can only describe as a knowing smirk on his lips.Â
Stiles steps back, a little bewildered. âWhat?âÂ
Scott, annoyingly, shrugs. He sips his drink, one he has solely for taste as Stiles knows, and only responds once heâs taken a long, slow swallow.Â
âShe seems fine to me. I thought you guys were broken up anyway.âÂ
âWe are!âÂ
âThen why do you care so much?âÂ
Stiles canât help but petulantly roll his eyes. He turns to face you and your human shaped bag of bricks once again, gesturing for Scott to do the same. His mouth opens, lips parted and tongue ready to spew out the analytics heâd been gathering this entire time in lieu of an excuse.Â
Then Scott interrupts.Â
âDo you want me to see whatâs going on?â Scott throws a finger up towards his ear, one eyebrow lifted as he waits for Stiles to gather the implications and then make a decision.Â
It takes Stiles longer to complete the latter than the former.Â
He waits, thinks, looks at you and the guy. And then remembers the strict âno listeningâ rule you all have set in place, the one he most definitely wonât betray in the name of jealousy, even if you arenât particularly aware of all of the intricacies.Â
When he sighs, itâs defeated and with his entire body. He knows heâs pouting, he assumes he resembles his teenage selfâmopey and brooding. He doesnât mean to speak through gritted teeth, but he ends up doing it anyway.Â
âNo. Sheâs probably ⌠fine. I guess.â It hurts to admit, deep in Stiles' jealousy-filled gut. Scottâs way of comforting him is by clapping a hand on his shoulder, and telling him that youâre a grown adult who is allowed to make her own decisions, the same as him.Â
Scottâs intentions arenât understood until he points at someone in the opposite direction of you. A guy who, from the looks of it, has been eyeing Stiles for a while. Heâs Stilesâ type. Exactly his type, actually, and Scott knows this.Â
âInstead of sulking around âŚâ Scott doesnât need to finish his sentence in order for Stiles to understand. He only lingers for a few seconds, and then is pulled back towards the larger group by Kiraâs eyes and grin.Â
The guy on the other side of the bar is still watching Stiles. Heâs smiling a small but confident smile, like he knows Stiles wants him as much as he wants Stiles. He tilts his head in a beckon, and Stiles is close to letting the guy pull him over there. Until he sees you step away from the man, smile dismissively up to him, and start towards Stiles instead.Â
Instantly, itâs like a flip has been switched.Â
He starts to feel the effects of the alcohol, even though heâd been nursing the same bottle the entire night. Still, he chooses to attribute the buzz flowing throughout his body to the overpriced beer and not excitement of finally having your attention.Â
He watches your path, trying not to feel too disappointed as he takes notice of the way youâre struggling to walk in a straight line.Â
You fall into his arms in a fit of giggles. Your head resting on his chest, your hands circling around his back.Â
âStiles,â you sing, long and drawn out and definitely drunk. Â
He repeats your name in the same tune, placing his drink onto a tabletop next to him and abandoning it for good. Keeping you away from self destruction is his new main priority.Â
You slump against him even more, turning yourself around and leaning back against his body. Your position leaves Stiles with nothing else to do other than stand stiffly. He knows that if you were sober, you wouldnât be nearly as affectionate as you are now. He ignores the way your ass brushes against his crotch. He ignores the smell of your perfume wafting up to him, a scent he had the privilege of seeing you apply a few times before when you were dating. (The image of you getting ready for the day, lathering yourself in the oils and lotions and scents that worked to create your unique scent will never leave his brain, for better or for worse.)
He does his best to remain unaffected, but then you tilt your head up, the crown of your hair rubbing against Stilesâ shirt as you look at him. As soon as he glances down, he sees you pouting, clearly over exaggerated but itâs a look he, pathetically, will never be able to resist.Â
âWhy wonât you touch me?â You manage to sound pitiful, as if you had lost every single thing you hold dear to your heart in the last couple of minutes.Â
In his response, he tries to remain neutral. Drunk or not, you know the game youâre playing, and Stiles foolishly believes that his knowledge of the ploy makes him insusceptible.Â
âBecause youâre drunk,â he platonically rests his hands on your shoulders and encourages you off of him. âAnd we arenât together anymore.âÂ
You turn around to face him, grinning up at him like the cat with the canary as you tell him, âit didnât stop us last time, right?â
That, and the way you almost throw yourself at some guy walking past, is enough reason for Stiles to link his hand in yours and pull you towards the others. Scott stares down at your interlinked palms for only a moment before Stiles explains his plan, which entails getting you back to your apartment before you do something you could regret.Â
This isnât an excuse for Stiles to continue hanging out with you. He makes sure he clarifies that to himself and his best friend before heâs pulling you out of the bar and towards his Jeep.
Youâre both less than ten steps away from the entrance to the bar when you suddenly have your lips pressed to Stilesâ.Â
There is a moment where Stiles fails to resist. Where he reciprocates quicker than his brain can realize, acting on pure instinct and muscle memory instead of logic. He is unable to stop himself from getting comfortable, from linking this kiss to the last one heâd received from you. Hotter and messier than this one. (Lost in his appreciation to finally be kissing you again, Stiles fails to notice how you donât taste like alcohol at all)
Only a few more seconds pass before Stiles reminds himself that youâre drunk, and that this is wrong. When he pulls away from your lipsâregretfully, that isâheâs tempted into staying by the slight stickiness of your lipgloss and the almost-disgusting string of saliva that briefly keeps you two sewn together.Â
You try to lean back in, but Stiles stops you with his hands on your shoulders.Â
âYouâre drunk,â he reminds you.Â
Youâre fixing him with a look, one that feels strong and weirdly sober. His suspicions have more proof to back them up when you say his name with the same matter-of-fact tone he had just used on you.Â
âIâm not drunk.âÂ
He scrunches his eyebrows together, the muscles in his face mimicking the movement as well. His lips part as he nonverbally exclaims his confusion. He lifts one of his hands from your shoulder to hook his thumb towards the bar entrance. He looks around, for nothing or no one in particular, but as if the night will have an explanation that you would surely be willing to provide if he asks.Â
He didnât even need to ask before you provide an explanation. Itâs cut and dry, matter-of-fact, spoken like it is the most casual thing in the world.Â
âI faked being drunk so you could take me home.âÂ
Stiles knows what you mean. Heâs not dumb. But he surely does feel it when he says, âIf you didnât feel well you couldâve just told Lydia. She wouldâve taken you back to yours.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âIf you donât wanna sleep with me, thatâs fine. Just let me know before I waste my time.âÂ
Stiles should stand up for himself. He should reprimand your attitude, and exclaim how unnecessary it was. Instead, he flounders and almost falls to your feet with the speed he clarifies himself.Â
âNo. I do wanna sleep with you. Like, really bad. But ⌠um ⌠well,â you lift your eyebrows and Stiles clears his throat. âHow many fingers am I holding up.âÂ
âJesus, fuck, Stiles.â He continues holding up his first three fingers on his right hand until you answer. âThree.âÂ
You lean in but Stiles takes a step back. And then another. And then another, until heâs standing against the wall of the bar and youâre standing at the edge of the sidewalk.Â
âWalk in a straight line towards me.âÂ
You donât seem happy about it, but you place one foot in front of the other over and over again until youâre in front of Stiles. Nothing more has to be said before Stiles places his hands on your hips, pulls you flush to him, and finally allows himself to kiss you.Â
Itâs been a while since Stiles had the privilege of kissing you. The last time, just a month ago, didnât count in his mind. Sure, he remembered nearly every detail, but your shared inebriated state at the time overruled any legitimacy the encounter could have held. Now, it only acts as a reminder and motivator for Stiles to enjoy every moment of this that he can.Â
Eventually, it would be smart, and preferable, to leave the outside of the bar and actually take you home where you two could be alone. But for now, Stiles presses his hands into the middle of your back as a way to pull you as close to him as possible. He has his legs spread, creating space for your limbs to stagger. Your hands rest on his shoulders, then at the back of his neck, then in his hair. Both of you are attempting to get as close to the other as possible, all while engaging in the sloppiest kiss youâve ever had. You both kissed cleaner when you were drunk.Â
Now, outside this bar with your closest friends inside, and with nothing but the night (and the bouncer) as witness, you submit to the other. There is a level of appreciation in the way your lips slide together. There is a level of gratitude in the presses of your tongues against each other. There is an exorbitant amount of longing that is solved each time you jerk your hips into Stiles and each time he reciprocates.Â
You thread your hands through Stilesâ hair the same time that he slides his hands down to your ass and squeezes, pulling you as close to him as possible and rubbing his thigh against the center seam of your jeans. You both groan into each other's mouthsâStiles from the way you tug just right on his hair, and you from the feeling of his leg between yours.Â
Sensingâknowing that he did something right, something good, Stiles does it again. And again. And again. The steady slide of his thigh between your legs does the job. You let your head fall, leaning the top of it against Stilesâ chest just right under his sternum.Â
The sound of you moaning Stilesâ name goes straight to his dick, with a few remnants traveling to his head, leaving him dizzy and with a steady growing semi. His actions make you grip his hair stronger. His actions indirectly cause pleasure for him, too.Â
It all disappears when the sound of spittingâloud and boisterous, almost cartoonishâbreaks up the moment. Stiles stops his movements. He lays his hands flat on the back pockets of your jeans as he turns his head to the side.Â
The eyes of the bouncer meet Stiles and Stilesâ ears burn.Â
While the bouncer doesnât say anything to him, Stiles knows the message heâs trying to communicate.Â
Get the fuck out of here.Â
Stiles is forced to push you back by hooking his fingers in your belt loops. Heâs still touching you, at least an extension of you, but then your hands drop to your sides and Stiles can feel his body crying out for you. The same way his body calls out for vital needsâfood, water, sleep, entertainment. He squashes his emotions for a second, plasters on aâtruthfully sympatheticâface, one that comes off more as a tight lipped smile than anything else.Â
âSorry, man. You â uh. You have a goodnight.â He throws a hand up to the bouncer, hoping it is received as friendly. When the bouncer returns the gesture, still with that same look in his eyes, Stiles heads down the street and pulls you with him.Â
The walk to the car is tortuous. His boner keeps rubbing against his jeans, leaving him to stop every few paces, face away from the street, and try to adjust himself. After the third time, you were voicing your frustration, claiming that it was taking forever to reach the car because of Stilesâ worry about who could see his erection. He tries things your way, ignoring the way his dick calls for his attention and instead focusing all of his attention on you.Â
The way your hips sway in your tight jeans. The way the wind blows your perfume to him and lifts the edge of your shirt in one, giving Stiles a peek of your skin. Itâs such a small look, nothing more than a glimpse, and Stiles feels like a Victorian man the way heâs having to bite his fist at the next crosswalk to avoid groaning. The street lights illuminate your face in just the right ways, highlighting your makeup in an unnaturally ethereal way. Everything about you is driving Stiles crazy. Thereâs no way heâs going to make it to your house. If he doesnât get to his car soon, he might pull you into the next bar bathroom that he could find just for a semblance of privacy.Â
If he could just get to his Jeep.Â
Itâs then that Stiles realizes heâs been walking for far too long. He stops in the center of the sidewalk. You stop right beside him.Â
Stiles doesnât say anything as he turns around and leads you three blocks down the street, one street over, and then into the parking garage elevator.Â
The way youâre grinning at him alerts Stiles of the words soon to come out of your mouth, definitely words that would be at his expense. He stops you while youâre ahead.Â
Itâs nice to have the position switched. Your back against the wall instead of his. His hands are still on your hips, but he uses them to push you into the metal instead of pulling you into him. You have that part covered, your arms once more thrown over his shoulders, pressed into the back of his neck and head, drawing him in until the pressure of his lips against yours is a little painful.Â
In the rush neither of you have pushed the button, leaving the elevator stagnant on the ground floor. Stiles notices at the same time that you scratch his scalp. He moans, he really canât help it. His mouth opens as you purse your lips again, and he feels a little bad but you arenât deterred. In fact, you do it again, your nails scratching in just the right spot and Stiles feels like an animal the way he shudders and keens.Â
Heâs more human when he admits, âMissed this.â He presses his lips to yours again, pulling back with a smack. âMissed you.âÂ
Your lips slide against his with what Stiles can only describe as desperation. Pure, unadulterated desperation and desire. Youâre breathing a little heavy, deep exhales through your nose and inhales in the in between moments, and it doesnât turn Stiles off at all. He wants more of you. He takes more of you.Â
He doesnât know how long you two are in there, but it is eventually you who pulls back first, your lips visibly swollen and lacking any of the makeup that was previously on it.Â
âHas the elevator been moving at all?â You could check for yourself. Just one look over Stilesâ shoulder and you could see that the small screen still displayed a digital â1â. Yet, youâre looking up at him instead. Like Stiles is the most important thing in the elevator. Like heâs the most important thing in the world to you. (Maybe itâs Stilesâ delusion talking, but he chooses to believe it either way)
Still, Stiles looks over his shoulder, confirms that he hadnât hit the button at all, and leans back to correct his mistakes.Â
The elevator beeps twice, bringing you both to the third floor, and as much as Stilesâ wants to continue standing there and just admire you, he can hear the door daring to slide close. Again, he pulls you out behind him.Â
As soon as he turns the corner, Stiles is immediately made aware of the lack of other cars on the level. Itâs a little eerie, and if he wasnât about to get his dick wet he would possibly be on the lookout for potential threats that could turn one of the best moments of his life into another inconvenience.Â
Your hands are on his shoulders, his back, his arms, as you hold onto him.Â
âWhy did you park all alone? Did you plan this? Were you trying to get in my pants all night?âÂ
Stiles digs into the front pocket of his jeans and searches for his keys. âNo. There were other people parked here earlier. Theyâre just all gone now.âÂ
You hum unconvincingly. âUh-huh. Whatever you say, Stiles.âÂ
As soon as Stiles has the passenger door unlocked, he holds the door open for you and stares, hoping the annoyance is overpowering every other feeling heâs currently having towards you.Â
âIn the back,â he tells you. You smile up at him, big and entertained, and then do as he says.Â
He climbs in right behind you. At this point in the night, there was no point in attempting to get back to your apartment or his. Stiles couldnât wait much longer, and you two are no stranger to the back of his Jeep. Youâve been in this situation before.Â
Itâs all completely effortless. Youâre already in the process of slipping your jeans off whenever Stiles has the door closed. He mourns for just a second, pouting to himself over not being the one to take those sinful jeans off of you. But then you climb over his lap, situating yourself to hover just a bit above him.Â
Stiles plants his hands on your hips, just like he did before, and pulls you to sit right over him, just like you have before. He knows that the status of your relationship has changed since the last time he had the privilege of being in this space with you like this, but that doesnât mean the way you do things has to change, too.Â
You were never shy before. You would always be quick to attach yourself to Stiles in whatever ways you could, just like you had been doing just a little earlier into the night. But thatâs gone now. Now, youâre staring at him, your teeth pressed into your bottom lip.Â
Before you were together for a short time, Stiles had spent months pining. Months analyzing whatever he could about you. Months mentally cataloging your tells. And now, he calls on that information to declare that youâre hesitant. Youâre nervous. No, not just nervous. Youâre worried. Almost regretful.Â
He tilts his head. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
You shrug but Stiles knows youâre aware of what has you like this. He just gives you the time to voice it.Â
Eventually, you say: âWill this change anything between us?âÂ
Itâs his turn to shrug. âI dunno. Do you want anything to change?âÂ
You shrug again.Â
âWell ⌠do you want to keep going? And we decide that afterwards?â Stiles really wants to fuck you, but deep down he knows that if you stopped and got up off of him in this moment, he would be okay with it. Well, he would be okay with it after a few days. Maybe a week or two.Â
A little part in him swells, jumps, and clicks its heels when you nod.Â
âYeah. That sounds good.â You press your lips to his once.Â
âYou just tell me when you decide, okay? Iâm cool with whatever youâre cool with.â And Stiles means that. If he gets just one more time with you, if this is his final time with you, he would cut his losses and be grateful for the time that he was allowed. What else was he supposed to do? He would never dream of doing anything that could jeopardize his spot in your life.Â
Stiles can feel the warmth of your center is his hand when he trails his touch down. He cups your mound and his eyes flutter shut. He feels like a pervert for only a second before you start to work your lips down his neck and rock your hips into his hand. The way your mouth suctions around his favorite spot almost has him distracted enough to not notice your hands working on his pants. Almost.Â
He canât really tell in the dark, but he can slightly feel your once confident movements start to falter. You stop on his neck, keeping your lips as nothing but a pucker against his skin before you pull away completely to look down between the two of you.Â
âWhen the fuck did you start wearing a belt?âÂ
Stiles doesnât want to tell you the truth, he feels like it would be too embarrassing. Really, he knows it wouldnât, but something about having to tell you that he decided to wear a belt because you always said he should makes him feel a little meek. So instead of filling the silence with the truth, he fills the silence with the clinks of his belt buckle as he undos it himself.Â
âRecently,â is all he tells you when youâre still staring at him for a response. Somehow, itâs enough for you and your hands are back on his waistband.Â
In record speed, your hands are down the elastic of his boxers and wrapping around Stilesâ cock. He doesnât hiss, but he does shudder. He tries to hide it by pretending that the car is cold, which it was beforehand, but now itâs warm. It becomes warmer when you spit in your hand, wrap it around Stilesâ cock and pump him a few times, and then push your underwear to the side and hover above him.Â
It really pains Stiles to stop you, but he does. He asks if you have a condom, then he asks if you want to use a condom, and the entire time heâs kicking himself. Because he can feel the warmth radiating. He has his tip already nudged between your folds, and just this small touch is already making him lose it. His nails are digging into your hips, heâs breathing harder than he was before, and he has to blink a few times to really focus on you.Â
It feels like Stiles blinks and suddenly youâre tearing the foil packet open and slipping the condom over him. He watches it go down as best as he can, and the light doesnât reveal much. Just the bottom of you and the tip of him is visible, the rest Stiles is forced to make out through squints and memorization.Â
Heâs just briefly dejected about the lack of visuals, but then your hands rest on his shoulders and he hears you take a breath and he knows itâs time.Â
Stiles rests his hands on your side and looks up at you.Â
You go down slowly. Softly. It allows Stiles to feel each delicious inch as they go by, revealing more and more of the inside of you as time passes. He battles between watching your face and simply basking in it. Eventually, he settles on the former.Â
Your eyebrows are tightened just enough to show your discomfort. You have your lips parted, long breaths leaving them every so often, usually right before you sink down again. And Stiles has seen you take him before. He knows that you have been able to take him faster than this before. And then he wonders: is this your first time doing this, with anyone, in a while? Have you been as lost without him as he has been without you? Have you even attempted to fill that hole, and was your stunt earlier tonight just that: a stunt?
There isnât time for him to ponder over his questions like he would have wanted to whenever you bottom out. Itâs with a sigh, the back of your thighs meeting the top of his just briefly.Â
You rest your forehead against his, and you both breathe together. Or, itâs more so you breathing and Stiles matching the pattern.Â
You lean up, you move your hair out of your face, and you tell him, âDonât remember it being this hard.âÂ
Slightly cocky, Stiles tilts his head. At first he doesnât say anything. He smiles, his eyes are heavy when they look you up and down, and then he rubs your back. âTake your time.âÂ
You take the time you need and then you start moving. Up and down. Up and down. Agonizingly slowly at first, and then faster when you get more comfortable.Â
This is what Stiles has needed. This is what he has been missing in his life. Youâre like a drug for him, and one hit seems like enough at the time, but by the time this is all over he knows heâs going to be searching for more. Heâll do anything he has to, so long as it gets him in a spot similar to this again.Â
He searches for your hand, refusing to look away from the way your body moves atop of him for even a second. You help him out, bringing your hand to his, pressing the fingertips together, leaving Stiles to interlock them. He lifts your hands, looking at them in the white light that enters the foggy window. Somehow, this image is even more captivating. There is a more pornographic way the two of you are connected, one that demands Stilesâ attention. There is something about the innocence of this. Heâs doing nothing but holding your hand, and Stiles feels like he might either lose his mind, or cum too quickly.Â
He might do both. One after the other.Â
You sink down on him again, a little awkwardly this time, but it does it for you. You hit a spot that makes your mouth widen and your eyes flutter shut. You search for it, and find it miraculously. Your head throws back as you hit that spot over and over again, pleasing yourself on Stilesâ dick. The image is heavenly for him. Itâs euphoric.Â
He lets his eyes wander down your neck, along your clavicle, and your shirt reveals just a bit of your bust but itâs not enough. With his free hand, he pulls the rest of the fabric down, and when he sees that youâre not wearing a bra, he almost cums into the condom then and there. He doesnât wonder how he hadnât noticed, he doesn't consider how he hadnât taken into account the natural shape of your breasts pushing through the fabric, almost reaching out to him. Instead, he leans forward, presses his hand into the curve of your back, and attaches his mouth to the untouched skin.Â
Your free hand sinks into Stilesâ hair. Your fingers weave through the back of his hair first, and then you make your way up to the front, pushing back his bangs blindly.Â
Stiles peers up at you from his spot around your nipples. Youâre still in ecstasyâyour head now level once more, but your mouth still open and your eyes still closed.Â
He detaches from your nipple to tell you: âLook at me.âÂ
It fuels Stilesâ ego when you do as told quickly.Â
Youâre looking at him on his command yet Stiles feels like heâs the one entranced. Because of your eyes. Fuck, your eyes. Watery, lazy, but your pupils are dilated. Your mascara has transferred to under your eyes by now, and itâs smudged a bit, making you look completely fucked out. Stiles thinks some of your makeup along your face has disappeared too, but it allows for a fresh skinned appearance instead.Â
Really, there is nothing else for him to do except kiss you. Itâs so messy but so good. You flatter in your movements on his cock, but Stiles feels absolutely no remorse when he takes over.Â
He unlocks your hands and plants them both on your hips again. This time, he uses the leverage to pull you down on him again and again. He lets you lead the kiss, while he leads this.Â
Your hands land on the leather of the seat behind Stiles' back and the foggy glass pane of the window. He hears your fingertips glide down the surface as he starts to fuck you harder, and then the sound is combined with your moans when your lips separate from Stilesâ.Â
You call his name, low and breathy.Â
He hums.Â
ââm so close. Keep going. Just like that.â He nods. Then you add, âLittle faster.â And he does as told.Â
Your forehead pressed against his, the sweat on both of your skin making your heads glide more than anticipated. It doesnât deter either of you. When your nose bumps against Stilesâ, he kisses you again. When your head becomes too heavy for you to hold it up, he presses his thumb under your jaw, rests his fingers on the side of your neck, and holds the weight for you.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â he tells you, adding your name at the end to seal the deal. âBaby,â he says, and his heart swells when you hum in response. So he says it again. âBaby, you feel so good. Feel so good, babe.âÂ
He doesnât know what more he says. He can vaguely recognize his lips forming the words and his own voice in his ears calling you the prettiest girl ever, telling you that he could never get this anywhere else, telling you he never wanted to get this from anywhere else.Â
âNeeded this so bad. I needed you so bad. Iâve missed you.â And just as his words finish, yours begin.Â
âStiles, Stiles. Right there. âm ⌠IâmâŚ!âÂ
He singles two fingers out, slips them between your thighs, and rubs along your clit until youâre shaking above him and holding onto his wrist between your bodies. He doesnât know if youâre trying to pull him closer or push him away, but watching you cum is too gorgeous for him to ever dream of making it stop.Â
So he doesnât.Â
Not even when your eyes start to leak and your lips start to plead and you contract around him.Â
âOne more,â he asks. âI just need to see it one more time. Please.âÂ
The sound of him moving in and out of you is loud. He drifts his eyes down to watch it happen, groaning when he just barely sees a broken ring of white glinting in the fluorescents from the parking garage.Â
It feels a little romantic when you cum and then Stiles follows right after.Â
The Jeep is warm, the windows are foggy, and thereâs an ache in Stilesâ thighs. He knows for every one of his aches, you have three. The condom has been removed, tied, and disposed of in an old paper bag Stiles had sitting on the floor of his car. His pants are pulled back up, but his belt is still undone. His shirt sticks to his skin and he really needs greasy food and a shower.Â
But if that means leaving this moment, and never returning to it, he could put off his needs and wants for an eternity.Â
Youâre sitting next to him, redressed with the button of your jeans still undone. Youâre staring straight ahead, trying to catch your breath as you rub the muscles in your thighs.Â
Stiles doesnât know what to say, so he licks his lips and he says, âUh ⌠do you ⌠um. Would you like some ⌠ice or something? For your legs?âÂ
You smile ahead, turn to face him, and shake your head. âItâll be fine. Nothing a shower and good sleep wonât fix.â You pause. âAnd maybe some food.âÂ
Which is how Stiles ends up sitting in your bed, sipping the remnants of his Dr. Pepper as he watches you lather lotion on your legs with your towel still hanging off of your body.Â
âYour foodâs cold,â he tells you. He doesnât tell you about the handful of fries he stole earlier, but he knows youâll notice it and hold the grudge for later.Â
Later. Will there be a âlaterâ?Â
âBe there in a second.â You start to walk back to the bathroom. âShould we go to that place in the morning? Or âŚâ you look at your clock and wince at the time. âLater. The one with the really good pancakes?âÂ
Stiles is quick to agree. He would love to do something with you later.Â
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Hey sweetheart đ I really hope requests are opened and you don't mind me sending in a request đ¤
I thought of something where you and Bucky are close friends with huge feelings for each other but you're both too stubborn to admit. So one time you're having movie night at the compound and you take your spot besides Bucky, enjoying the closeness. As some intimate scene appears, you feel Bucky all tense up and excusing him, so you later find him in his room wondering what's wrong, and finally he admits that he got nasty thoughts about you doing all that to him so he had to leave. You think about his words and before he can back out, you push him on the bed, straddling him, riding him, giving you both the pleasure you held back for too long. Afterwards he's a huge cuddle bear and asks you to be his girl ? đ¤ Hope that's okay with you đŤśđź
Hello! And yes, requests are open and you certainly can send them in! Yours is definitely okay with me and maybe a bit too okay because it made me stray from my usual hc form đľâđŤ I really, really hope you like it. Thank you for requesting! Happy reading đŠˇ
| Clueless |
Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes | Avenger!Reader.Â
Warning(s): Kissing, unprotected p-in-v sex, cowgirl, nipple play, thumb sucking, Bucky's vibranium arm because I am a mental slut, Bucky mildly being the old man that he is, size kink, dirty talk, creampie, fluff. Minors do not interact.
"Bucky?" You call after softly knocking on his door before opening it. Your eyebrows furrow when you don't get a response and so you peek inside to scan the room.Â
You're about to turn on your heels and go look someplace else when you notice him on the balcony, back turned to you as he leans on the railing, a bottle in hand.Â
"Hey," he doesn't turn his head to look at you when you approach him. The super soldier probably already heard you when you were down the hall. "What happened? You didn't come back." You lean one arm against the balcony confine on the spot besides him, leaning your head to the side and watching him as he takes another swig.
Bucky takes his time swallowing, his heavy Adam's apple bobbing as he keeps his eyes trained on the grounds of the compound. His broad shoulders shrug only when he has gathered his thoughts a bit, legs shifting before he answers. "Just because." Your features scrunch in confusion.Â
What?
"Just because⌠what?" You voice your confusion and he sighs at your cluelessness. When he just shakes his head to himself you roll your eyes with a huff. "What, talk to me! What even happened?" The way he turns to his other side and his vibranium arm barricades you away from him pisses you off as you stomp to the other side.Â
Bucky has confusing moments like this sometimes that he eventually gets over but never provides you any explanation for them.Â
"Bucky, I can only know if you tell meâŚ" You try though you know it'll be in vain, as usual. "What the hell happened? We were watching a movie and then you said you'd be a second and then half an hour later I realize you're not back and then I find you sipping beer in your room all by yourself like we weren't having movie night!"Â
The male sighs and shakes his head again before lowering it and turning once more. "Just so cluelessâŚ" When you go to speak again, he spins a 180° and walks back into his room. "But what else can I expect from this generation?" That makes you scoff as you tail him like a vulture, hot on his heels.
"What the hell does that even meanâ"
"Language!"
"Oh, my God!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "What has gotten into you lately?! You're becoming more and more like Steve by the passing day!" The mention of the male shifts something in his expression and he half turns his head to look at you with an unreadable expression on his face. "And that means annoying!" The addition seems to ease the tension in his huge shoulders.
Just a bit. Â
Something has been going on with him and he refuses to share it with you even though you are the closest with each other out of the entire team.
"You seriously don't know what was wrong? Are you really so clueless?" You rake your memories to recall what he is on about since the movie was quite innocent in that sense exceptâŚÂ
Oh.Â
You roll your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest. "Well, I am sorry not all of us are conservatives from the '40s, gramps" now it is Bucky's turn to scoff.
"Oh, really?" When you hum and nod with just as much agitation his frustration gets the best of him. "You know what a conservative from the '40s would really do?"Â
"Yeah, no. Do enlighten me please!" You know he doesn't appreciate it when you get too sassy with him but what is he going to do about it?Â
You are a girl with a mind of your own and no one is going to tell you or give you any shit.
"He would ask the potential lady love out on a nice dinner instead of hanging out with her right in the beginning!" Your eyebrows furrow as he sarcastically emphasizes the words. "I mean, what even is that supposed to be?! It doesn't make any sense!" Bucky clicks his tongue in disdain as one of his hands move in the air to help express his frustration. "There is an order, a code, a way to do these things! Fancy is not supposed to be treated so casually! You kids have ruined the sanctity of the whole idea!"Â
"What even are you on about, Bucky?!" You go on cluelessly. "This is absurd! So what, friends can't watch movies together now?! I am sorry that things are less complicated now?!"
"They're not less complicated!" He is beyond annoyed and you can tell. "Not by a long shot! If anything, it's worse! Because now I have to deal with watching a provocative scene while the girl I like is cuddling into me but I can't do anything because we are just friends having a casual hangout and I can't do anything about my hard cock that wants nothing more than to show her that the scene that has her gripping my arm so tight is nothing in comparison to what I can do to her if she just stops being so fucking clueless!"
Bucky's teal blue eyes are wide and he is nearly breathless by the time he finishes his little speech. Your own state is not much different as you blink up at him in shock. It is only when he has recovered a little that he realizes what he has said⌠or rather, confessed.Â
"I-" the super soldier goes to shake his head but then stops before half tilting it to the side, visibly at a loss of words as his ears turn beet red. "Y/nâ"Â
Your fingers are curling around the neckline of his shirt before you know it, the pull of your hand tugging you towards him instead of doing what you had intended, his heavy body unbudging.Â
Bucky's arms hang limply at his sides as he stands against you utterly dumbfounded, barely kissing you back if at all as he tries to decide whether this is another one of his dreams or you, the only girl that has managed to reach into his heart after so long that it honestly feels kind of like the first time, really is kissing him.
What he doesn't know is that you are having difficulty with determining the same thing.Â
You pull back when your lungs are on fire and you are heaving for air desperately, fingers still tightly holding onto his shirt in bunches with the fear that he might vanish into the air if you let go.Â
Bucky blinks as he sputters out some incoherent nonsense, eyes wide as he watches your face to try and grasp what just happened. "Iâ"Â
You shake your head with a roll of your eyes and a tut. He's insufferable with all that chivalry. You do find it endearing at times but it's moments like these when he's so clueless and formal about it that it gets annoying.Â
"Just shut up and kiss me, old man" you whisper as your eyes flicker down to his pink lips and you're on him again.Â
This time though, your words seem to have snapped him out of it and his hands shoot up to your sides as he holds you back just as tightly, fingers reaching down for your ass cheeks before he squeezes them hard. You are forced to break the kiss, your face still remaining against his lips as you audibly shudder at the feeling, shivers shooting down your hips and straight to your intimate parts from the delicious ache that it causes.Â
Within the next few minutes, you have managed to back Bucky into the bed as he's distracted with touching, feeling and groping as much of you as he possibly can. He lands on the bed with a heavy thud but before any words can be exchanged, you are straddling his thick and muscular thighs.Â
Your hands hurriedly snatch his shirt off before you push him down, raising your own arms above your head to let him do the same as you grind into his hard on that feels so thick that some tiny part of your brain cannot help but fear for your pussy.Â
"Mmm, solnyshko, you're so fucking pretty" Bucky rasps out the nickname he gave you when you both realized you had reached that stage in your friendship. But now, with his very recent confession fresh in your mind, you see the meaning of the word, 'little sun', that he had told you with an air of awkwardness in a very different light.Â
"Look at all this pretty fucking body, solnyshko. I could cum just by looking at it alone." Emotion overcomes your senses and you suddenly feel a bit sensitive. A whimper escapes you as a result and you can't help but clench against his bulge, hands reaching to squeeze his hands that are feeling up your boobs now that he has fished them out of the bra cups.Â
"B- BuckyâŚ" He seems to have sensed it already, and so one of his hands trail down to your side to caress it encouragingly.Â
"Go ahead, baby" the endearment is just as foreign for you as it is for him. "You're doing so good, keep going for me" you feel a twitch below you and you can't help but parrot the curse that slithers from his lips.Â
Though you are on top, Bucky still seems to have the upper hand as he always does. But you have never really minded that with him because he isn't nasty about it and you know he only means well. You have learnt that through various outcomes many times. Besides, not that you'd ever admit it but you do need the extra care and guidance sometimes.Â
It is tough to play the all-knowing hero all the time.Â
Bucky is your sanctuary to deconstruct and just be yourself after a long day.
You hope you are the same for him as well.Â
With newfound confidence that you have his praise to thank for, you whine as your hips start to circle and twist against his stuff bulge, your clothed pussy already pleased because of how needy and desperate it really is.Â
Your back arches as you moan out loud when his fingers go to circle around one of your nipples, twisting it between them before his fingernails dig in them while his vibranium hand finds your mouth. "Bucky!" Your face is flushed and cheeks hot as you feel his thumb graze the shape of your lips before pushing inside them. "Mmmm~" your brows furrow when you feel yourself leak some more before clenching around the air again.
Okay.
Grinding isn't gonna cut it.Â
You need him inside you.Â
You have waited for way too long to rub it out.Â
He just has to be all over you⌠and that includes all the openings to your insides.Â
Your lips tightly wrap around his thumb as you suck so hard that the sound of it resonates in the air, pulling a sharp string of whispered curses from Bucky. Letting go of his arms you now claws at his belt until it gives way to your ferocity and you nearly tug the fly off the fabric.
You whine louder than you would ever like to admit when he goes to tug your shorts off and you have to shift away from where you are grinding against him, the rude protective growl you end up letting out causing him to chuckle as he pulls the shorts off your legs with a soft spank to your ass; a signal for you to improve your crazed behavior. Â
Bucky has a way of keeping you in your place.Â
"Tsk, solnyshko, patience!" His playful words fall on deaf ears as you literally jump back up on his cock, planting two stubborn hands against his shoulders before pushing him down flat against the mattress from his half risen position.Â
Your single-mindedness once you zero in on something is a joke amongst the team. And though you deny it with every fiber of your existence, your actions and manic possessiveness over his cock right now is not helping your case.Â
"Mine" you whisper as you move back to now rub against him skin to skin, your fingertips tracing over the bumps of his body as your usually bright eyes watch him with a dark hue over them. A hiss leaves Bucky when your warm and soaking pussy drags against his member, causing for his hands to bolt to your ass as he squeezes with all his might to withstand the sensory overload. It is to avoid flipping you over to fuck you into oblivion.Â
Because that can come later. Right now is your first time with him and he prefers for you to take things at your pace; ease into whatever this will become.Â
"Just like that, solnyshko, good girl" the words cause you to whimper as you raise yourself by propping your body up against your heels, wrapping one hand around his intimidating girth before you slowly pump and spread both your precums along its destructive length.Â
Your bottom lip juts out a little at his scary size and you can't help but look up at him with a whimper. It is so easy because he is your safe place and understands every single one of your quirks with no words exchanged.Â
Everything makes sense with Bucky.
"It's okay, baby. You can take it, I know you can" he reassures you as he caresses your thighs comfortingly. "Go ahead, I'll take care of you if I have to" you nod gratefully, your usually smart mouth mum. Though when you look down at his rather monstrous cock again, you have to gulp to yourself as you arch your back before moving the thick tip against your entrance, the sensation causing you to hiss almost instantly.
"Hnnng, Bucky!" You feel yourself stretch and widen around his smooth skin, but then you slide down further and the shape of his thick bulging veins grazes against your trembling walls and your thighs quiver, causing your knees to shake. "Oh!" The most vile moan you have ever let out rings in the air as you reach for his shoulders sensitively, wincing and lowering your head against his to let him kiss you everywhere he can reach while your hips lower against his.Â
"Fuck, solnyshko, you're so fucking tight for me" his hands fondle your ass and breasts rather bluntly as he peppers kisses all over your face, moving his own hips in sync to yours to help you out because you are clearly struggling with accommodating and handling him. "Good girl" his lips capture yours in a clingy kiss, your mouths nearly sticking to each other's. You break away for enough time for Bucky to let out, "such a good fucking girl for me, baby" before you sink down on his cock again and bite his bottom lip as a result, loudly whining into his mouth.Â
The super soldier curses as he twitches inside you, his tip easily reaching the sensitive bundle of nerves that ks hot and eager to be touched. "Fuck, you're so biiiig!" You mewl as your eyes roll to the back of your head, fingers clasping around his shoulders as you find a rhythm and start bouncing, the aid of his hips causing a loud smacking sound to fill the otherwise quiet air.Â
You feel your loins tense each time his stiff veins graze your weeping pussy that desperately tries to return to its original state whenever he lifts you almost all the way up and off his cock only to have you sheath it back again from the tip.Â
You are trying your best to keep the control to yourself but the truth is, were it not for Bucky's guiding hold on your hips, you would have collapsed from the sensitivity of your core and the size of his impaler long ago.Â
"Look at you, solnyshko" the male cooes while panting but doesn't break off the sync of your bodies, one hand now dipping between your legs to let his vibranium thumb rub your clit. The action causes your limbs to spasm as you moan loudly, your back arching while your pussy clenches again. "Lookin' so pretty bouncing on my cock. Almost as if that's all you were made to do" his words make you grunt as you dig your nails into his skin.
Fuck, he is too good.Â
Not so chivalrous after all, was he?
"Oh, Bucky!" You have never moaned like this before. "I am gonnaâ" in control yet so powerless. "I- I am gonna cum!" No one has ever made you feel so good, so dirty, so used and yet so taken care of all at once. "Oh, please!" You have no idea why you are even asking his permission to do so. Before him you had always been the boss of your life.Â
But with Bucky, it just feels right.Â
Like that is the order of things.
That is just the kind of man that he is.Â
"Go ahead, my sweet solnyshko" his other hand slaps your ass and stars appear in your vision. Fuck. You had not expected him to be this dominant. "Fuck yourself dumb on my dick like the cock starved slut that you are" his referral to your crazed greed from some minutes ago makes you blush furiously but before you can protest, his thumb swipes faster and faster against your nub and renders you speechless.Â
Your toe curling orgasm os one that leaves you momentarily numb and deaf, the only thing your mind being able to register the overstimulation of your walls as Bucky chases his own orgasm now, basically using you as a cock sleeve as you motionlessly slam up and down his length, the upper half of your body hunched forwards as your cheek rests against his. Your mouth can only let out incoherent murmurs in his ear as you snake your arms around his neck and nibble on the skin of his shoulders until his hot seed explodes through you, filling your cavern up until it overflows and the white liquid trickles down your legs.Â
You are eventually moved down and off his cock to which you whine, your hole blinking around air at the loss of contact. That causes Bucky to chuckle as he wraps you up against him in his thick arms and moves your bodies further up the bed until you are resting against the pillows.Â
"Don't go~" you softly murmur with a pout when he turns to reach for his bedside drawers.Â
The arm that he has around you further tighten in reassurance as he fishes something out. "Aw, baby, don't worry. I am not going anywhere" your pout deepens when he turns towards you and the object comes into view. "Justâ"
"Noooo~" you whine as you tighten your arms around his chest and nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. "L- Leave it on~" one of his eyebrows raise before a little smirk appears on his face.Â
"Oh, solnyshko, you sweet girl" Bucky puts the tissue box away as he moves your hair out of your face before pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. "Aren't you precious, hm?" As he untucks your flushed face from his neck to look at and caress one of your cheeks lovingly, you blush harder and busy yourself with examining his dog tags to avoid his eyes. "Who would have thought that the baddest avenger would be such a cutie deep down?" You roll your eyes when he playfully quotes what you like to refer to yourself as. "Not wanting to be cleaned so she can remain covered in my cumâ"
"Alright, alright. You can stop now" your voice is hoarse due to your vocal exercise from a couple minutes ago.Â
"Stop?" Your eyes flutter when his nails comfortingly scratch your scalp before one of his fingers snake through the strands of your disheveled hair. "But I haven't even started with you yet, baby" a snort leaves him when he feels you clench with a whimper at his words.
Your limbs are tangled as you lay relaxing in each other's scents, one of Bucky's thick thighs buried between your legs.Â
"Not even started with me yet?!" Your shock makes him snicker. "After all that?!'Â
It is safe to say that he has fucked the living daylights out of you.
⌠And he was not even on top when he did so.Â
Bucky shrugs. "Only one way to find outâŚ" His eyes search for yours with hope.Â
You finally look up at him with a small smile, your heart thumping as your fingers curl around the chain of his dog tags. "I would love to, Bucky." Before you could shy away, your now boyfriend has captured your lips in his.Â
"Oh, and honey?"
"Yes⌠b- babe?"
"We really have to do something about those sassy little eye rolls of yours."Â Â
I know I made him dominant but it's literally Bucky, how could I not?!Â
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kryptonite | s.r.
in which all roads lead to Spencer's apartment, at least they do for jareau!reader
margotober masterlist
who? spencer reid x jareau!reader category: fluff (some comfort (god knows spencer needs it)) content warnings: reader went to a bar, but she's not drunk, creepy guy follows her around, abandoned by her 'friends', takes place following 6x12 "corazon", spencer and reader's first tea date, spencer's migraine arc, jj is in the middle east, this fic definitely wasn't inspired by a 3 doors down song, ffofa!spencer, reader feels out of place in the BAU, sexual innuendo word count: 2.97k a/n: MY GIRL IS HOME i have been wanting to go back to jareau!reader since ffofa ended. i genuinely have their whole lives planned out.
Screwed. You were so totally completely screwed.
âAre you sure you donât want me to take you home?â The guy behind you asked once again, but heâd had more to drink than you. You wouldnât trust yourself behind the wheel of a motor vehicle right now, much less a man who had leeched himself to you in a dive bar.
You laughed nervously, crossing your arms in front of your stomach protectively as you checked for passing cars before walking across the street. âYeah, Iâm sure,â you called over your shoulder, dreading the image of him following you around.
Slowly, you began recognizing your surroundings, the street name that you were turning onto ringing a bellâbut which one? Somewhere you had seen the name, but as you glanced around, nothing triggered a memory. âI donât want you to get left walking all around at night, could get dangerous,â he offered, slurring his speech.
It was the green canopy that finally jogged your memory, you picked up your pace as you recognized Spencerâs apartment complex. âIâm really fine,â you insisted, cursing your friends for the nth time for leaving you in the bar.
You faltered at the door, the blood draining from your face as you realized youâd need Spencer to buzz you in before you could finally lose the creep on your tail. âYouâre supposed to push the button,â the guyâwhose name you could not recall for the life of youâinstructed you.
Smiling anxiously, you reached forward and pressed the button next to Spencerâs name, tapping your heeled boot on the sidewalk as you hoped heâd come let you in. For all you knew, he wasnât even home.
âIf your guy isnât here, we could always head back to my place,â the drunk guy offered, looking around aimlessly, âitâs over⌠where are we?â
With wide eyes, you pushed the button two more times for prosperityâs sake, hoping that the world would take pity on you and get you away from him. âDonât worry about it,â you mumbled, pushing the button again before resigning yourself to an evening with this guy. Turning around, you gave him your best attempt at a smile, âLook, Iâm really sorry, but somewhere we got our wiresââ
He nodded behind you, âHey, is that your guy?â
You couldâve cried. Honestly, your eyes mightâve welled up at the sight of Spencer Reid, it looked like he had dragged himself out of bed to come get you. âYeah,â you breathed, âThatâs him.â
Spencer peered out the window, the frustrated look on his face softening when he saw you in the dim lamplight. He opened the door and stood, âY/N, hey,â he greeted, brown eyes flickering from you to your unexpected guest.
âHey, man,â the guy said from behind you, âIâm just droppinâ your girl home. I wanted to make sure she got home safe, there are a lot of weirdos out there.â
Spencerâs eyebrows raised in acute irritation, âSure are,â he responded dryly. He took one look at your widened eyes and reached into his pajama pockets, holding his keys out for you to take, whispering his unit number to you as you swiped them.
âThank you,â you breathed, squeezing through the doorway behind him and making your way up to apartment twenty-three. You unlocked the front door, faltering when you made your way inside.
Youâd never seen Spencerâs apartment before, the entire space perfectly curated so that every nook and cranny was just so⌠Spencer. His bookshelves were crammed full of old texts, books that collectors would go to the mat for were piled up on the hardwood floor, waiting to be placed on a shelf.
The walls were painted a dark shade of green, and you wondered if Spencer had chosen the color himself or if the apartment had always been this color. You walked inside, placing your dead phone and Spencerâs keys on the coffee table before taking a seat on the supple leather. Tonight had been a nightmare, a story torn right out of the book about your college years.
You stood up as the doorknob turned, and Spencer walked inside, kicking his shoes off before locking the door behind him. âSpence, I am so sorry,â you insisted, walking around the couch and approaching him, âMy phone died, and I didnât know where else to go. I was going to take the metro, but then I remembered that you live near Van Ness, and I thought having somewhere to go would be better than potentially bringing that guy back to my place.â
âAre you alright?â He asked, looking you over quickly, checking the state you were in.
Nodding, you nervously ran a hand through your hair, âYeah, thatâs just⌠not how I wanted to spend my night.â Finally able to get a good look at him, you inspected his flannel pajama pants, a blue Madras pattern conflicting with the orange emblem of his CalTech shirt. You had never seen him so at ease, âIâm sorry for waking you.â
He shook his head dismissively, âYou didnât, I was still awake.â
You hummed, âReading?â
Spencer faltered, âOh, yeah,â his voice softened, looking over at the bookshelves as if he was missing something.
Part of you wanted to mention the odd behavior, but the two of you only ever interacted within the confines of the BAU. Maybe you donât know him well enough to say that to him. âDo you have a phone charger that I can use? Once I get enough charge, I can just take the metro back to my place.â
Frowning, Spencer looked at you as if you had grown horns, âIâm not letting you take the metro, itâs the middle of the night.â
Glancing over your shoulder, you checked the time displayed on his microwave, if you plugged your phone in now, youâd be able to make it before the metro shut down for the night. âI only need to get on one line to get back to my place,â you informed him.
âThatâs irrelevant, itâs past eleven and youâve already been followed around by one creep tonight,â he reminded you, leaning against the column in his entryway and giving you a knowing look.
Your heart pounded in your chest, âWill you drive me home then?â
Running his hands through his hair, Spencer mumbled something unintelligible before he answered, âNo, I shouldnât drive right now. Just⌠Iâll go find you something to sleep in,â he told you, pushing off of the wall to go into what you assumed was his bedroom.
You sat back down on Spencerâs couch, skimming your palms over the knit blanket that had been thrown over the back of it while you waited for his return. Spencer Reid was something of an enigma to you, there were times when you thought heâd be your closest friend in the unit, and there were other times when he seemingly wanted nothing to do with you.
He came back out of his room, balancing a sweatshirt in his hands and presenting it to you, âHey, this should fit.â
Checking the tag on the sweatshirt, you nodded in response as you inspected the rest of the crewneck. An old academy emblem was embroidered on the front of it, but the year didnât match the timeline of when Spencer did his training at the Academy. You hummed, âWhose sweatshirt was this?â You tried to act nonchalant, thumbing the loose threads on the cuff.
âIâll check my desk for a charger,â he swerved around your question, leaving you holding the sweatshirt in the middle of his living room.
You watched him walk away, âUh, where should I change?â
He nodded his head in the direction of his room, âMy room is fine. The bathroom is connected if you need it.â
Quickly, you slipped into his room and stripped off your dress, laying it on his bed while you pulled the crewneck over your head. At the very least, the fabric smelled like Spencer instead of smelling like another girlâs perfume. The navy blue sweater skimmed the top of your thighs, falling over you comfortably.
Rolling your dress into a ball in an attempt to hide your bra, you opened the door and jumped when you were met by Spencer. âIs that good?â He asked you, looking you up and downânot for the first time that night.
âWhat?â You asked, peering up at him with wide eyes. Obviously, you hadnât expected him to be waiting for you outside of his bedroom. You wouldâve mentally prepared yourself to be in your underwear in front of himâyouâve had dreams that started much like this.
He smiled softly at you, âThe sweatshirt,â he whispered, âDoes it fit alright?â
Mystery girlâs sweatshirt fit you just fine, and you nodded a confirmation up at him, looking at your iridescent reflection in his glasses.
âI live by a lot of nightlife, and thatâs gotten out once or twice. So, thereâs a small box of clothes that people have left behind here. For all I know that sweatshirt was Morganâs,â he told you, holding a charger out for you to take.
Your face warmed with embarrassment, âYou donât owe me an explanation,â you murmured before taking the charger from his hand, letting your fingers linger a bit too long in his palm.
The soft smile that remained on his face was enough to make you weak at the knees, âI know, but you asked.â
Holding the charger to your chest, your head bobbed, âThe sweatshirtâs great, Spence,â you told him meekly, stepping around him to plug the charger into the wall, and setting your phone next to his on the kitchen counter.
âDo you want to call your sister?â Spencer asked, loitering in the doorway between his room and the living room and sticking his hands in the pockets of his pajamas.
Shaking your head, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, âNo, sheâs probably busy. Still uh⌠adjusting to her new job.â You looked over at him, each of you staying on one side of the room. You werenât sure what JJâs new job entailed. She had been acting cagier than usual on most of your phone calls.
He finally kicked off his shoes, prompting you to take a seat on the couch and unstrap your heels. âAre you going to tell me what happened tonight?â
Leaning back into the cushions, you tugged the hem of your sweatshirt down on your hips, âThereâs really not much to tell.â You watched intently as he turned the corner, sitting next to you on the couch, so close that you felt the heat emanating off of his body. To your surprise, Spencer was one of those people who was built like a furnaceâthe lanky stature was misleading.
âDid you go out alone?â He asked, matching your level of relaxation and leaning back on the couch. Grabbing one of the pillows from the end of the couch, you set it in your lap and wrapped your hands around it.
Shaking your head, you frowned at your phone, which still hadnât powered on, âNo, I went out with a group of friends for a birthday.â
Concern pinched his brows, âYour friends left you in the bar with that guy? Why would they do that?â
You shrugged in response, skimming your fingertips over the stitching on his pillow, âThey think I need to get laid.â
âDo you?â He asked, likely before he was able to process what he was saying, based on the shocked look on his face.
Smiling softly at him, you teased, âJeez, Spence, buy me dinner first.â
Spencerâs cheeks turned pink as a result of your jest, shaking his head quickly, âNo, no, thatâs not what I meant. Iâm sure you have plentyâ er⌠Iâm sure youâre very successful in that area of your life.â
A soft giggle escaped your lips, the light feeling of laughter a stark difference from how you felt twenty minutes ago, âIâm just messing. I know what you meant.â At least, you thought you knew what he meant. You kept watching him, his body turned away from the lamp, neck slightly craned forward. âSo,â you began, âIf you werenât sleeping, and you werenât reading, what were you doing before I buzzed?â
His expression went tight, and you worried you had somehow stepped over an invisible line, âCan you keep a secret?â
Your heart jumped at the prospect of becoming Spencerâs confidante. Youâve spent your first few months in the BAU hoping someone would invite you in, but they all seemed too preoccupied with losing your sister to the State Department to even acknowledge the fact that you were floundering. Trying not to seem too eager, you nodded at him, âYou can tell me anything.â
His eyebrows knit themselves together, âIâve been getting these⌠headaches lately. Migraines really.â
Your expression softened, mouth going slack in surprise, âHave you been to a doctor?â
He nodded in response and leaned his head to the side, so close to you that you could feel his hair touching your shoulder, âThey canât find a physical cause.â
Your stomach flipped, eyes widening ever so slightly as you found yourself glad he wasnât looking at you. If there wasnât a physical cause for Spencerâs migraines, then you knew exactly what he was worried about, âIâm sorry, Spence.â
Spencer hummed in acknowledgment, not saying anything else for a moment. There was just the two of you on his couch, and you wondered if there was any way you could make this a normal occurrence. Youâd give away every night out for the promise of nights like this.
Bits of the puzzle started to fall into place. The way he had acted on the case in Miami, all of the time off he had taken, and even his newfound aversion to coffeeâhe was drinking less caffeine. He hasnât been sleeping, the bags under his eyes told you that much.
âIâm gonna make tea,â you announced, resting your hands on the tops of your thighs and pushing up. âWhat kind of tea does Spencer Reid drink on a Saturday night?â
With his head buried on a couch cushion, you hear an almost pained response, âLavender.â
Your back was to him as you smiled, âI like a guy who drinks lavender tea,â you said, your voice too soft to carry into the living room. Turning on his electric kettle, you started going through his drawers, hoping to find a stash of tea bags somewhere.
âThis really isnât necessary,â Spencer called over from the couch. âI just⌠needed to share.â
You hummed as you found the tea, grabbing a lavender tea bag before lifting up a box of chamomile, checking the production date before tossing a bag on the counter. Your next challenge would be mugs. âYou took me in like a stray cat in the middle of the night, making you tea while you have a migraine is the absolute least I can do.â
He didnât respond, but you felt his eyes on you as you worked in the kitchen. Dropping the tea bags in the mugsâan air and space museum one for him and a Snoopy one for youâyou picked up the kettle before it let off its high-pitched beep, pouring the hot water into the mugs.
Carefully carrying the mugs back to him on the couch, you set them on the coffee table and returned to your spot next to him, âHere we are,â you said, flattening out a napkin for the two of you to place your tea bags on.
âThank you,â he responded timidly, reaching out for the mug. âSince I shared about myself, I think itâs only fair that you share something with me,â he told you, a ridiculously serious look on his face.
You raised your eyebrows, using your tea bag to stir the tea in your mug, âOh, a quid pro quo?â A soft smile grew on your face when he nodded, âWhat do you want to know?â
He thought about it for a while, taking a sip of his tea while he considered his options. âWhy does JJ call you Ducky?â
Scoffing, you roll your eyes in response, âOh, Spence, if you wanted the answer to that question, you shouldâve asked while I was drunk.â
âYou were never drunk,â he responded easily. âY/Nââ he faltered, frowning before he had the chance to continue.
You incline your head toward him, âWhat is it? Is it your head?â
He shook his head carefully, âWould you mind if we watched something? On the TV?â
âItâs your apartment, you can do whatever you want,â you told him, your volume hovering just over a whisper.
Spencer reached forward and took the remote off of the coffee table, hitting the power button and bringing the television to life. To your surprise, the pictures that showed up were cartoons. Old reruns from when he wouldâve been a kid, he mustâve noticed your surprise, because he whispered, âIt gets too hard to focus on anything else.â
He mustâve changed the settings on the TV, bringing down the brightness in a way that was comfortable to his eyes. You thought of all the times Spencer had been in a bright or loud space for work in the past few months, and the sympathy made your chest ache. âThanks for saving me,â you murmured, watching to catch him before the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.
Extending his mug to you, you gently clinked your mug to his before giving your undivided attention to Inspector Gadget.
As the night went on, you remained in your place on the couch, because when Spencer fell asleep on your shoulder, you didnât have the heart to wake him up. Â
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Only one bed??? (LN)
lando norris x teammate!reader
a/n: anytime i saw this trope on wattpad back in the day i went feral so enjoy me reliving my past
Raindrops were quickly streaming down the plane window next to you and your hands were gripping on the handrests, knuckles turning white. Because of a post race meeting going way over time, you and your teammate were the last to leave Monza and had not made it past the storms that headed towards Monaco. The jet was silent, just you, Lando, and the plane staff but no words were spoken. You wouldn't necessarily say that you and Lando were enemies but you definitely weren't friends. More like awkward teammates.
It bothered you though. It seems like Lando had a special relationship with almost anyone he had been teammates with besides you. You had tried to be outwardly friendly when you joined McLaren but were met with indifference. After the first few months you gave up and settled into this routine. The team was disappointed too, they had expected Lando to mentor you as a rookie but that hadn't happened. The sound of the plane's speaker turning on brought you out of your thoughts.
"Sorry guys, we are going to have to make an emergency landing in the next ten minutes due to this storm."
You felt your pulse quicken and you looked over to Lando who gave you a worried look. Tugging your seatbelt tighter you closed your eyes for what felt like eternity until the plane landed. Following Lando out and down the stairs, you both rushed to a car that was waiting, piling in the back seat.
"There's a hotel a mile from here, I'll take you guys there and we should be good to go in the morning to Monaco," the driver said and you both nodded. The world was raging outside and you wondered if the car would even make it to the hotel. It wasn't a nice building, very standard for a small town you imagined but at the moment you'd be happy with anything out of the storm.
Dragging your carry on behind you, the clerk blinked up in surprise at the sight of you both walking in, dripping all over the floor. You gave her an exhausted smile.
"Hi, we need two rooms please," you said and she looked to her computer.
"Unfortunately, I only have one available," she said and you laughed, refusing to believe it. She raised an eyebrow.
"Are you serious?" You asked looking around at the dinky lobby wondering how it was even possible this place was filled up.
"Yeah, we had a lot of people stop to ride out the storm," she snapped back. "Do you want it or not?"
"Yes, we'll take it," Lando said, moving around you and laying down his card. He nudged you towards the hallway once she gave him the key. Taking the key from him you swiped it to the door pushing your way through. You stopped short once you saw the inside.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," you said and Lando ran in to the back of you. Things could really not get worse.
"One bed Lando," you said laughing hysterically. "One fucking bed! Amazing, just what I wanted."
You were losing it and you could tell he knew that by the wide eyed look he was giving you. A loud thunder crash boomed from outside causing you to jump into Lando who reached out his arms to steady you. You looked down at his hands and he quickly removed them before moving around you and unzipping his bag.
"What are you doing?" You asked warily and he didn't look up.
"Getting ready for bed," he replied. "It's one night, y/n, we will manage."
Sighing you kneeled down to unzip your bag, pulling out your pajama set and heading to the bathroom to change. Washing your face and brushing your teeth, you tried not to think about how awkward this whole situation was.
Lando looked up at you from where he had already situated himself and tossed his head back groaning.
"You can't be serious," he said and you gave him a confused look.
"What?"
"You can't wear that." he said and you frowned looking down at your clothes.
"Why?"
"I can see your whole chest in that top," he complained crossing his arms.
"Then close your eyes," you snapped pulling back the covers. You started moving the extra pillows in between you.
"What are you doing?" Lando asked.
"Making a pillow wall," you replied settling in.
"Are you really that scared of touching me?" He said irritably.
"It's more for your sake considering you hightail it out of any room I walk into," you bite back and he doesn't say anything, just looks away towards the window.
Snuggling into the sheets you watch tik toks on your phone for a while before trying to fall asleep. That task feels impossible due to the flashing lights and lack of heat in the room. Sighing you reach over for your phone to see that it's not even midnight. You let out a frustrated groan.
"What's wrong?" Lando mumbles sleepily.
"Nothing, I just can't sleep," you whisper back at him. The bed shifted and you turned to see Lando looking at you, propped up on his elbow.
"Are you cold?" He murmured, waking up.
"A little," you sighed and he started moving the pillows, scooting closer to you. "What are you doing?"
"Just come here," he said and you gave in, letting him slide behind you, his arm going across your waist. Warmth instantly flooded your body.
"You think the team would be shocked to see us like this?" You asked and he let out a little laugh.
"Yeah, I would imagine so," he said, tracing circles on your arm with his thumb.
"Can I ask you something?" You asked looking over at Lando.
"Yeah."
"Why don't you like me?" You whispered and he frowned.
"I do like you," he said looking sadly at you and you shook your head.
"I'm not stupid, I see how you are with everyone else," you said. "I just don't know what I did."
Lando sat up, pulling you with him until you were seated and looking in his eyes.
"It's not you y/n, I promise, it's me," he said and you rolled his eyes.
"Very helpful Lando," you grumbled and he shook his head.
"I got scared when they signed you because I knew the expectations that it brung for me," he said and you looked at him confused. "You are the rookie, I'm the veteran but I'm just not ready to be the veteran. I feel like I still have so much to learn but now I'm supposed to be teaching you."
"Why didn't you say anything? All of that is so understandable," you said, frustration growing. He looked down.
"It's just easier now to keep you at a distance," he said. "If you were a guy it would be so much better."
"Are you fucking serious right now?" You said angrily and his head snapped up, eyes filled with panic.
"No no I didn't mean it like that," he stuttered.
"Then how did you mean it?"
"Come on, y/n," he said gesturing his hands out. "You know you're hot, the whole grid knows you're hot. You distract me so avoiding you keeps me focused."
Lando looks sheepish as you glare at him not saying anything.
"You've made the first half of my F1 career borderline miserable just because you think I'm hot?"
"Yeah I guess so," he said eyes flickering down to your chest.
"And now you are blatantly checking me out," you whisper yelled at him and he put his hands up to cover his eyes.
"It's kind of hard when you are sitting here half naked next to me," he groaned.
You tried to move back to your side of the bed but another round of thunder boomed outside causing you to jump back. Your legs being tangled in the blankets threw you off balance and you landed down on Lando's chest. When you lifted your head up, your lips were inches from his lips.
He smirked and you tried to push yourself off of him but he held you tight against him.
"Lando," you warned and he smirked wider. "Don't even think about it."
He hesitated but you didn't move away. His eyes flicked up to yours questioning and when you didn't say anything he leaned forward meeting your lips.
The kiss started off soft but soon grew more aggressive. You slid over to straddle him and felt him harden under you, gasping into the kiss. You pulled back, breathing hard sitting back and he leaned up to kiss you again but you pushed him back.
"Promise me, things are going to change," you said and he smirked.
"I guess there are a few things I can teach you."
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