#pls give this attention i swear guys i did not work for 3 months on this for nothing

[noobsquasher]

Love your writing omg, can you pls pls write one where y/n has never had an orgasm before and is really innocent so her best friend Peter (who’s kinda dominant) helps her by going down and fingering her??

Say Yes To Heaven ✮

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: unprotected sex, praising, degrading, fingering, oral sex (reading receiving), swearing, etc

Summary: Your best friend, Peter is shocked to hear that you've never had an orgasm before. So in return, he offers to give you your first.

Notes: Peter Parker x Female Reader

All characters in this story are 18+

I know. 6 months since I've uploaded something, but here's another toe-curling smut for you <3 thanks for all love I've been receiving even though I've been gone.

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“Which one is this for?” You asked, holding the foreign Lego piece, not knowing where to place it. 

“Oh! That’s the last piece I was looking for. Put that on the top, right here.” He pointed to the arch of the plastic building, indicating where to put it. 

You leaned over, carefully moving forward to gently connect the Lego pieces. 

“There! Voila!” You cheered, impressed that you finished about a quarter of your Hogwarts Lego project with Peter. 

“Great! Now we have about… 1,500 more pieces to go!” 

You took a deep breath, already tired of how long you guys have been building this. You took a look outside, the sky was painted with deep rose and tangerine, slight hints of indigo parading the ends of the horizon. 

“Pete, let’s take a break. I’m hungry.” You stood up, making your way towards his kitchen. 

“Uh, sure. What do you wanna eat? I have…” he followed you before opening his fridge, checking to see what he had in store, “Well, I um… I don’t really have much. May hasn’t gone shopping yet.” 

“What about pizza?” You proposed. 

“I have pizza dough. You wanna make it ourselves?” 

“Make pizza with you? The last time you were in charge of cooking, the fire department showed up not even an hour later.” 

“Hey! That was one time like forever ago!” 

“That happened last week, Peter.” 

He narrowed his eyes at you, huffing. You giggled. 

“Look, it’ll be fun! Us two, cooking, creating something homemade. Come on.” Those big brown eyes of his practically begged you with just the bat of an eyelash. 

You gazed at him, a smile creeping up your face. 

“Fine. But I’m in charge of oven duty, not you.”

Afterward, you two started your cooking adventure. Having Peter even be in the kitchen was already a fire hazard, so you took on most of the work, letting him do the easy parts. 

You watched intently as he rolled out the pizza dough, a pretty smile on his face as he enjoyed the activity. 

You couldn’t help but get lost in the minuscule act, something so small doing so much to your heart. You felt pure infatuation run through your veins, your eyes practically twinkling as you watched the person you loved most. 

You knew crushing on your best friend would have you end up in a ditch, a hole deep and wide enough to keep you from crawling out, a dark abyss that held all your pent-up feelings. Emotions that pricked you each time you saw Peter’s heart-wrenching smile. 

You didn’t know if he liked you back, you wondered if it was even a possibility, hoped there was a small part of him that felt the same way you did. 

You’ve known him forever, he’s been your sidekick since you could remember. Even when you found out that he was Spiderman, you still stuck with him through thick and thin, never leaving his side. 

You never thought your relationship would turn up the way it has, but now you are stuck. Adhered to this impending adoration you hold for Peter fucking Parker. 

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize when Peter tried to catch your attention.

“Hey? You alright, my love?” He looked concerned, slight fear on his face. 

“What?” 

“Why do you have that look on your face?” 

“Huh? What look?” 

He gazed at you, studying your features, eyes marked to your chest, 

“Nothing. Um, I’m done with the dough. I already put the sauce on it.” 

You took a deep breath, reaching over the kitchen island to grab the sliced cheese. 

“Here, put the mozzarella on it.” 

When the pizza was prepared, you took the pan and placed it inside the oven, setting it. 

“Okay, we just gotta wait a little while, and then it’s done.” You announced. 

“Alright. So… what do you wanna do?” Peter leaned against the counter, looking down at you. His stance sent strange chills down your spine, you gulped, trying to get your conscience together. 

“I- I dunno. What do you wanna do?” 

“Wanna watch a movie?” 

“If you say Star-“ 

“Star Wars. There are new episodes of the man-“ 

“No, Peter. I’m not watching that shit again.” 

“Why not?! You made me sit through five Twilight movies!” 

“Don’t act like you're not on team Edward!” 

“I’m team, Alice!” 

You gazed at him, a grin staining your lips before you rolled your eyes, letting out a laugh. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, the two of you cackling together. 

“Okay, alright, we don’t need to watch Star Wars again. For your sake.” He put his hand on your arm, squeezing it. 

You gazed up at him, your cheeks suddenly heating up. 

“Uh… let’s just talk, until the pizza is done.” 

He nodded his head, walking back to the living room to grab a seat on the couch. 

You sat next to him, keeping a safe enough distance from him, for your sake, and your panties, of course. 

“So, tell me something about yourself.” 

You grinned, 

“You know everything about me, Pete. You’ve known me forever.” 

“Yeah, but people still hold secrets. Tell me one of yours.” 

You kept your eyes on him, crossing your arms. 

I’m in love with you. 

“You first, Parker.” 

“Hm… well, this secret is one of my worst. Truly horrific.” You tilted your head at him, “I’m… I’m a Leo man.” He confessed, putting his head into his hands as if he was terrified at what he just shared. 

You gasped in mock offense, 

“Leo?! Oh god, no!” You wailed, covering your eyes. 

He laughed, shaking his head, 

“I know… I know, It’s my biggest character flaw.” 

You giggled,

“My biggest character flaw is not being able to have an orgasm.” You admitted, sharing a personal confession with Peter. 

His brows knit together, his gaze shifting. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well… I’ve only had sex once, and the guy didn’t make me finish. And I’ve you know… experimented with myself before, but I’ve never really had that big O every woman talks about. I’m kinda… embarrassed. I feel like there’s something wrong with me, you know? Guys can get off so easily, but then when it comes to women who are inexperienced and who don’t know much about their bodies, it’s a whole other situation.” 

Peter listened intently, showing care in what you had to say. 

“So, you’ve never had a real orgasm?” He gently asked. 

“Not really.”

He kept his eyes on you, analyzing your body language. 

You felt the invisible tension between you two wrap around your neck, practically suffocating you with your vulnerability. You felt your heart race, wanting to change the subject. 

“Anyway, uh… I um, I think the pizza is ready.” You hastily stood up, making your way towards the kitchen. 

“It's not ready yet, but it smells good.” You say, inhaling the mouth-watering scent that’s filled the room. 

You felt Peter creep behind you, placing a careful hand on your waist. You didn’t jump at his touch, instead, you melted, leaning towards him. 

“You haven’t had an orgasm yet?” His tone held genuine concern as if he really cared about your situation. 

“It’s- it’s nothing, Peter. You shouldn’t-“ 

“Can I… can I show you how it feels?” 

You were nearly thrown back, almost dumbfounded at his words. 

“W-what?” 

“I’m a firm believer that every woman should be able to have a good orgasm every once in a while. You are such a hard worker, honey. You put in so much care and effort into your everyday life and into the people you love and… and I just can’t see how you haven’t blown up with all that stress you must have.” You were completely starstruck by Peter at the moment, you thought your feet had molded into the floor, “Let me… let me take care of you. Show you how good it feels to finally let go, and have that earth-shattering orgasm you’ve been waiting for.” 

You stood staring at him, unable to open your mouth. Had he just said what you thought he did? Propose an offer that would completely change your life. 

“Peter, you- you don’t need to do that for me. I know you care about me and all, but it’s not your responsibility.” 

“I know, but this feels like it is. I want you to have this experience, to step into a new path in your life.” 

You gazed into his honeyed orbs, contemplating the idea. 

This would be a whole new venture for you, a life-altering experience that you’ve been dying for. Denying the offer seemed like a foolish choice. 

“…It’s okay if you don’t-“ 

“I want to. I want to experience it.” 

He blinked, 

“Are you sure? Like one hundred percent positive?” 

“You're right, Peter. I need to experience this, I need to let go for once.” 

His eyes never left yours as a smile stained his lips. 

“So, we’re doing this? We’re really doing it?” He questioned, leaning closer to you. His chestnut orbs sparkled with underlying excitement, as did yours. 

“We’re really doing it.” 

-

As soon as Peter peeled off your sticky panties, your mind started to ramble. 

Has Peter done this before? If so, how come he hasn’t told me? Does he like me too? He wouldn’t do this just as a friendly gesture, would he? How does this affect our relationship from now on? Is he—

“Hey… hey, you're alright. I’m here, Angel.” The nickname slipped out his lips so smoothly, so perfectly, it nearly stopped your heart. 

He was so gentle with you, rubbing your thighs carefully, whispering soft affirmations to soothe you, treating you like something so fragile, a thin layer of glass. 

“Are you sure you wanna keep going?” You felt your heart thump throughout your body as you looked down at him, his face inches away from your velvety folds. 

“I mean- my pussy is already in your face so…” he chuckled, his warm laugh calming you. 

“Alright… if I’m hurting you or anything, please speak up. Don’t be afraid to talk to me.” 

“I will don’t worry.” 

He took one more look at you before his thumb trailed to your throbbing clit, drawing slight circles around it. The instant shock had your head thrown back, soft moans escaping your lips. 

“Shit… you're already soaked. Did I do this to you?” He continued his movements, playing with you like a guitar, pulling each string with pure delicacy, with one prominent goal in mind. You whimpered, breath heavy. 

“Tell me, Angel. Who did this to you?” 

Suddenly, his finger sunk inside you, almost too easy. You let out a roar, chest rising and falling as your gaze narrowed to the curly-haired boy between your legs. 

“You! You did, Peter! All you!” The pleasure was overwhelming, you felt your entire body heat up, your mind spinning. 

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot of yours. You gasped, gripping onto his bed sheets as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

“Good girl… such a sweet girl. You like that?” He praises, fingers digging deeper. You can’t help but continue to moan, eyes closed as you take in how fucking amazing this feels. Suddenly, you feel Peter’s hand slap your throbbing clit. You yelp, looking back at him. 

“Eyes down here, baby. Look at me while I make you come.” His sugared demands came as a surprise to you. 

Never have you seen Peter in this light before. It makes you feel a type of way, an instant feeling of desire. All you wanted was him. All of him. Every single inch of his cock just buried inside you. 

“Peter! Oh- oh fucking god!” You felt something burn within you, complete ecstasy running through your veins as Peter’s thick fingers continued to destroy you. 

“Talk to me, princess. Tell me what you want.” Your eyes practically burned into one another, Peter’s chestnut orbs were filled with lust. You wished he could always look at you like this. 

“I want- shit, I want to come. Please, please let me come. I’m begging you!” He smiles, diving into you as his hot tongue starts to draw circles around your little bundle of nerves. Harsh moans escape your lips, your legs starting to shake. 

It was as if his lips were a work of magic, moving them in such an inconceivable rhythm that you thought your mind was going to explode. With how he was devouring your soaked pussy and playing with that honeyed spot within you, it felt like you finally reached nirvana. 

Is this what heaven feels like? 

“Such a sweet pussy,” he groans, fingers hooked inside you, 

“God, you taste so fucking good. I could eat this pussy all night. Shit. Why didn’t you let me fuck you sooner?” He dives back into his succulent meal. 

You couldn’t answer him as crying out your moans was the only thing you could do. You started to wonder if this was really happening. Was Peter about to give you your first orgasm? 

You even realize that he’s been humping the mattress this whole time, fucking out his throbbing boner. 

“God! Peter! I’m gonna- I’m gonna come!” Your chest thumps rigorously, all your nerves start to light a fuse inside you. You start to feel lightheaded, bliss starting to kick in as Peter continues to play with your body like his own goddamn toy. “I’m- I’m gonna-“ 

Suddenly, he stops. You quickly look at him, all your limbs trembling as you whine. 

“Why- why did you-“ 

“All this time I’ve been waiting, just fucking dreaming about this baby. 

Now that I’ve got you, I’ll never let you go. I want- no, I need to feel you wrapped around my cock. I gotta make a mess inside you if you’ll let me. I’ll promise to make you cum on my cock for all eternity if you do.” 

You stared at him, completely dumbfounded. You needed at least three to five business days to process what he just said. 

“Please, babygirl. I’m begging you.” 

You laid still, those glossy orbs of yours stuck to the man before you. 

“If you don’t want that it’s alright, I’ll just—“ his ramblings were cut short as your lips connected to his, kissing him with such passion that tiny whimpers escaped Peter. You gripped onto his curls, pulling him into you. 

“Shut up and fuck the living shit outta me.” 

-

To say that Peter’s cock was big was an understatement. You’ve never seen something so beautiful. It was thick, long, veiny, and absolutely angelic. 

“Holy shit.” You blurt, eyes locked onto his leaking tip. 

“What? Is it too big? Or too—“

“No- Peter. Your dick is so… wow.” 

“Really? Do you think so? I always thought it was—“ You shut him up again with your puffy lips, you couldn’t wait any longer to have him deep inside you. 

“I don’t want you to go easy on me. Just fuck me like there’s no tomorrow, baby. I need you.” You plead before ripping off your top, your breasts falling in front of him. His chocolate orbs immediately stared at them. 

“Can I suck on them?” He asks softly, his hand grasping onto your pebbled nipple. You nod your head, biting your lip in anticipation. 

He lays you back down onto his sheets, his pink lips immediately attaching to your chest. You whine with pleasure, his hand reaching down to your abused clit to play with it again. 

His candied kisses mark your body with much love as if he’s branding you.

Never have you felt this euphoric.

You feel his cock brush over your cunt, as if he was asking permission to completely indulge inside you. 

“You have my word, Petey. Please let me feel you.” 

His pupils widen before he catches a kiss on your lips. As your tongues dance together, his large length slips inside you, stretching you out with blazing felicity. You both moan in desire, wanting more. 

His thrusts increase as he brings your knees up to his chest, completely fucking you insane like how you begged him to. 

The bed bangs against the wall as he pounds his cock within you, your cries filling the room. 

“Oh! Just like that! Fuck, Peter!” 

“You feel so fucking good. My god… such a tight pussy. Jesus Christ— I could cum already.” He groans, kissing you. You whine against his lips, arms wrapping around his back to pull him deeper. 

“You fucking slut. You love my cock, don’t you? Can’t get enough?” 

“Never! Oh, my fucking—“ you didn’t think he could sink any further, but when his cock hit your cervix, you completely lost your mind. 

You could feel him throb within you, your walls gripping onto him for dear life, never wanting to let him go. 

Harsh claps ran around his bedroom, you were definitely gonna feel the aches in the morning. 

Peter was right, why didn’t you let him fuck you sooner? His cock was addictive, this was a feeling you could never get over. 

You started to go numb as he pounded you senseless, utter babbles were all you could make out. 

“Already cock-drunk, baby? That dumb brain of yours can’t handle my pretty cock? Huh?” He teased. 

You honestly didn’t even know what he said. All you could feel was that huge cock inside you just absolutely tearing you up from the inside, and out. 

You felt that burning feeling again, soon realizing that you were gonna make a mess on him. 

“Gonna let me feel you? Come on, Angel. Let me feel you.” 

Suddenly, it happened. 

Your back brutally arched as all your muscles tightened, your intense orgasm raging throughout your body. You screamed Peter’s name like a damn prayer, trembling harshly as your cunt gripped Peter’s cock with all its glory. It was unlike anything else you’ve ever endured. Staining his thick length with your saccharine cum is what enlightenment must feel like. 

He grunts, “That’s it baby, that’s it. Good girl, such a pretty slut for me, yeah? Tell me you’re all mine.”

“I’m- I’m all yours. I swear. I swear, Petey.”

He smiles before crying with triumph as he finishes inside you, painting your walls with his delicate seed. 

As the high died down, you couldn’t help but feel fulfilled. A smile pricked your lips as you started to laugh, euphoria clouding your head. Peter looked over as you were giggling like a maniac. He too busted out chuckling as it was contagious. 

“Why- why are you laughing?” 

“Because… because that was the best sex I’ve ever had! I feel so… so fucking happy.” You confessed, a huge grin attached to your lips. 

Peter blushes, softly laughing before catching a much-needed kiss on your lips. His kiss was filled with tenderness, sweet love fusing between you. 

Suddenly, a burning smell pricks your nose. 

“Peter,” you try to break the kiss but he doesn’t stop, wanting to caress you forever, “…Peter— what’s that smell?” 

“Huh? What… oh shit. The pizza!” He jumps out of bed, running butt-naked towards his kitchen. 

You sigh as you shake your head.

“Call the fucking fire department again!” 

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Copyright © of noobsquasher 2024

[midgardianweasley]

hiii i love your fics so much omg! anyway, i have a request that i've been daydreaming about that haha: nat and r get into a really big fight about smth (anything but cheating pls my heart won't be able to take that) and r kind of shuts down, and wanda & carol become super protective of her and follow her everywhere making sure she's ok. (and they're also glaring at nat any chance they get) but then nat comes into r's room one night and apologizes and they make up and snuggle and its soft hours

thank you so much! and of course lovely! here you go<33

Priorities

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha has been missing date nights, leaving Y/N embarrassed for the final time. When confronted, an argument unfolds, but can they come back from it?

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: some swearing, some self-neglect

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“Another drink, miss?” The waiter in a smart, black tux asked you for the second time this evening, a part of you felt that it was out of pity as you sat alone at a table for two, and had been for the last two hours.

You were supposed to be meeting your girlfriend tonight for date night, you got all dressed up, makeup applied and hair styled perfectly, which had taken forever, only to be stood up. You wouldn’t have overly minded if this was a first occurrence, you would’ve brushed it off and rescheduled for another night. Which is what you had done, two missed date nights ago.

This was your third night of sitting alone in a crowded, candlelit restaurant as couples around you glanced over with a sympathetic gaze, which had only made you feel worse. Your girlfriend should be here. ‘Natasha should be here’, you thought. You looked up at the kind waiter, giving him a gentle smile before shaking your head.

“No, thank you. I think I'm calling it a night.” You spoke as you hurried to gather your things and get out of there as soon as possible, trying to hold back tears that you refused to let fall, not in front of all of these strangers. You hated this. You hated feeling so exposed. So vulnerable. You couldn’t help but feel anger bubble inside of you, thoughts of Natasha being the only thing currently plaguing your mind, most along the lines of; ‘What was her excuse this time?’ ‘Who is she with instead?’, but, there was one in particular that you couldn’t help but focus on.

‘She promised.’

You hadn’t realised you were crying until you were in the taxi, catching a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror when the driver had adjusted it slightly to see the cars behind you, in the process, you’d also caught her eyebrows raise in concern and it wasn’t long before she started conversation.

“You okay back there?”

You laughed somewhat bitterly, but it wasn’t towards her. “Nothing I can't handle.”

Your response didn’t seem to settle her worry as she turned quickly and shot you a sad smile before returning her eyes to the road.

“Boy troubles?”

“Girl.” You rubbed your face, trying to rid yourself of any tear stains that may be lingering and messing up your once really pretty makeup. Not that it really mattered at this point.

“Ah, been there.” She held up her left hand, showing you the shimmering diamond on her finger. “The wife and I have had our fair share of arguments and fallouts, some of them included a situation like this one.”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi?”

“Crying in the backseat of a taxi.” She laughed lightly, making you smile for the first time tonight.

“It had always worked out though, we’ve never been stronger.”

“Congratulations.” You looked towards the woman “I hope I could be so lucky.” You mumbled, though still loud enough for her to hear. You were mad at Natasha, more disappointed really, but you still loved her, dangerously so. She could stand you up for another 50 dates, and you’d still be head over heels. Angry, but your love would never falter.

“I’m sure you will be. If there’s one thing I've learned over the years, it’s that things have a way of falling into place eventually.”

Pondering her words, you looked out of the car window and noticed that you were pulling up to Stark Tower. It wasn’t long before the car came to a complete stop, the woman turning round to you and beginning to speak again.

“You’ll be okay. It’s obvious you love her, okay? Speak to her. I’m sure it’ll be alright.” She looked at you with nothing but kindness in her eyes, which you did your best to return with a smile. You reached into your purse, handing her the money owed, plus a tip.

“Thank you for the help.”

“Don’t worry about it, go get her.” She winked as you got out of the car and watched her drive away, quickly taking yourself inside to avoid freezing to death as the cold wind blew harshly. Kicking your heels off, you set off with one task at hand. Talk to Nat.

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“Hey, have any of you guys seen Nat?” You addressed some members of the team who were hanging out in the Kitchen, fixing themselves a snack or just conversing with one another. The second they looked up and took in their appearance, you could’ve sworn their faces paled and saddened slightly as if they knew what had happened.

“I think I saw her head off to train a while ago, but I'm not sure if she’s still there.” Carol replied, her face morphing into one of seriousness. She knew about the missed dates, having found you one night looking completely defeated in one of your nicest dresses and heels. She, alongside Wanda, who had found you both later that night, had spent their night comforting you and reassuring you that she probably hadn’t meant it. They didn’t know what to do, they’d never seen you look so sad before, no matter how much you told them it was okay, the pang in their chest for their best friend hadn’t ceased.

You nodded, quietly thanking Carol and wandered off in search for your girlfriend.

It didn’t take long, she was still training when you’d walked into the gym, sweat practically pouring off of her. Your heart softened briefly when you saw her, her fiery red hair tied back into a ponytail with loose strands all over the place, wearing a black t-shirt, grey sweatpants and a deadpan face as she attacked the dusty punching bag with such force that you’re surprised it hasn’t flown off of the chains yet.

She hadn’t noticed you had walked in, still giving all of her focus to her punches. Maybe she just hadn’t heard you?

“Hi Nat.”

Nothing.

“Nat”

All you could hear was the furious rattling of chains, still not getting a response from the redhead. With a sigh, you decided to try another approach. You stepped closer to her, still keeping a little distance, and leaned forward to tap her shoulder, instantly grabbing her attention. She flung herself around, arm still in midair, her closed fist almost coming into contact with your face.

You don’t know what you expected when she turned around and finally acknowledged your presence, but you definitely didn’t expect to be met with a scowl.

“Seriously? in the middle of training? I could’ve hit you.” She huffed as she turned back to her previous position.

“Sorry. I just wanted to come in and talk to you.”

“About?”

You paused, expecting her to look at you again, but she didn’t.

With a small sigh, you continued. “you missed date night again. I waited for you, but you were a no show.”

“Right, yeah, date night” she muttered, seeming to be unfocused as her eyebrows furrowed and her head kept darting around the room, looking anywhere but at you. “I’ll make the next one.”

“This is the third one you’ve missed this month.” You said firmly, wanting her to understand that this can’t keep happening, of course cancellations or rearrangements were bound to happen sometimes, but she’s just not showing up and then leaving you in the dark as to knowing why.

“I told you, i’ll make the next one.” She walked over to the bench, picking up her water bottle and taking a swig of water, looking directly at you, you look back at her and she just looks so, unbothered.

“I don’t believe you, Nat. You say you’ll make it up to me and then I sit there again, hoping that you’ll be there this time, but you don’t turn up. And now I come back and you’re just training. Could it not have waited? Was that seriously more important?” You raised your voice now, all the anger and frustration you’d felt earlier coming back up to the surface.

You just wanted an explanation, or something to justify how she was acting, but she gave you nothing, not even an attempt, only adding fuel to the fire.

“Why are you getting so annoyed? You should know better than anyone that this is my job.”

“I just explained that to you! Which is more than what you’re giving me right now.”

“Okay, fine, forgive me for not making everything about you for a minute.” She spat bitterly towards you, her temper starting to go as the discussion became more heated.

“Seriously? That’s how you’re seeing this?” If you weren’t so unbelievably irritated, you would’ve laughed at her response.

“You’re being selfish. So I missed a date or two, you’re blowing this out of proportion once again, it’s infuriating.” Selfish?

You raised both your hands, as if in surrender. It was one thing to ditch you, it was another thing to then insult you for speaking up about it. With a tight lipped smile, oozing with sarcasm, you decided that you’d had enough.

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

She shrugged her shoulders, adjusting the gloves she’d just put on. “Then don’t, i’m busy anyways.”. This time, you did laugh.

“What a fucking surprise.”. And with that, you turned on your heels and walked out, hearing the echo of punches fill the room once again, every one feeling like a punch to the stomach.

Maybe these are things falling into place, just not the place you’d hoped.

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You were still in bed at noon the next day, unable to bring yourself to get up and face the world. You didn’t need to worry about anything in the confinement of your bed, even more so considering it wasn’t the bed you shared with Natasha.

After speaking, well, arguing with her last night, you went straight to your shared bedroom, gathered some clothes and your essentials, and slept in your old room that you used to stay in before the two of you started dating. It felt wrong. You always spent your nights with a warm feeling of love washing over you as your girlfriend pressed kisses all over your face, tangling your limbs together in the process.

It wasn’t the same. You felt cold, a type of cold that no heating or blankets could solve. You lacked a weight on your waist, fingertips stroking the skin that was exposed due to your top riding up slightly. Instead, the only comfort you had was the small bear you’ve kept for the las year. It was one that Natasha had given you after she won it at the funfair on your third date, and you could never bring yourself to part with it, remembering how happy she looked when she handed it to you, and the butterflies you felt just from seeing her look so pleased.

The bear was a little worn and torn now, it had been ripped in a couple of places, now replaced with a little sewn on patch of material that didn’t exactly match the shade of brown, and one of the eyes had started to fall off, but you liked that it was different. The assassin had tried to offer to replace it and buy you a new one, but you’d always refuse, insistent that you would keep that bear with you for the rest of time. Even now, when the two of you weren’t speaking, you still held onto it with a death-tight grip.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your daydream.

“Y/N, open up, It’s me.” A familiar voice shouted through. Carol.

“And me!” Wanda.

You heard some muttering outside of the door, something along the lines of Carol suggesting they break the door down, immediately being told that it was unnecessary by the Sokovian. Feeling pretty against the idea of having a doorway with no door, you called out for them.

“Guys, it’s unlocked.” You were quiet, but it was clear that they had heard you as the faint talking stopped altogether and you heard them walk in and shut the door behind them with a ‘click’.

Wanda was the first to approach you, kneeling down beside the bed so that she was at eye level with you, pulling the bed covers down a little to uncover more than your forehead. Once she could see your eyes and nose, she sent you a warm smile.

“Hi sleepy. It’s noon.”

“I know.” She frowned when she heard you speak, your voice raspy from your crying through the night. She hated seeing you like this, she loved both you and Natasha, and it hurt to see you so sad because of the woman you adored.

“We should go and eat something, it’ll help.”

“‘M not hungry.” You pressed your head further into the pillow, the last thing you wanted to do was eat, your stomach already feeling like it was twisting with every minute that passed.

“C’mon, i’ll make you your favourite.” the blonde winked, leaning against your wardrobe.

“Your special pancakes?”

“With extra whipped cream.” She sang, playfully trying to encourage you to leave the bed. You had to hand it to her, she knew you too well.

WIth a brief look between the two, you rubbed your eyes and threw the covers off dramatically, sighing and ensuring that they knew you didn’t approve of this. They knew you were joking, even if you weren’t, all they cared about was making sure you were okay, knowing that when you felt like this, being left alone allows you to neglect yourself and get really low. They don’t mind if you dislike them for a little while, as long as you are looked after.

“There we go! Well done.” Wanda stroked your back and led you towards the door where Carol held it open for you.

“No breaking it down behind my back.” You shot towards her, slightly amused at the guilty look on her face as she realised you’d heard her quarrel beforehand. Shaking her head, she nudged you out of the door, and the three of you made your way into the kitchen.

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Carol had stuck to her promise of preparing a sweet treat for you, a stack of fluffy pancakes sat in front of you, topped with whipped cream and two cherries on top. You ate slow, still a little cautious of how stable your stomach felt. You could see your two friends talk with one another, not wanting to stare and make you uncomfortable, but occasionally looking over silently to check in on you.

You were feeling pretty content as you sat at the counter, munching away with the two avengers for company. It was only when you heard a voice that you could recognise anywhere.

“Hi guys.”

Not daring to look up, you ket your eyes focused on the food in front of you, hoping that if you just stay quiet, you’ll be invisible to the human eye.

“Hey Nat.”

“Hi.”

Wanda and Carol replied, wary of any interaction between the pair of you that could unfold into something neither of you wanted or that would lead to any regrets.

You lifted your head slightly, able to see the daggers Carol was throwing at Nat, not impressed with her being in the room. You both had always been quite close, often talking about life before becoming superheroes that protect the planet, in her case, planets. In the process, she’d found herself having a soft spot for you, wanting to protect you from anything that could bring you harm. Which you were grateful for, but her glaring was terrifying sometimes, you were more grateful for the fact that her powers weren’t in her eyes, otherwise you would’ve definitely become single five minutes ago.

You could see Natasha out of the corner of your eye, she was filling up the bottle she used for when she was training, her eyes weren’t on what she was doing, instead, she was trying to subtly look up at you through the hood of her eyes. You subconsciously took the opportunity to really take in her appearance.

Her hair hadn’t been tended to since you last saw her, half of it was hanging out of her ponytail, most of it falling in front of her face. Her eyes looked glassy and bloodshot, like she had been crying recently and you could’ve sworn that was your t-shirt she was wearing. The sight sent a wave of sadness over you, wanting nothing more than to leap over the counter and pull her into your arms and tell her things were fine, that the two of you were fine. But you stayed seated, too nervous to make a move.

You didn’t know it, but she regretted speaking to you last night, instantly realising what she’d done after she came back to her room to find it empty and half of your stuff gone. She knew immediately where you’d gone and would’ve gone through to talk it through with you, but she didn’t think it would help. She wanted you to have your time and space before approaching the situation.

With that, she tightened the lid on her bottle, sent you an apologetic smile and walked out of the room, leaving behind an awkward atmosphere in her absence.

“You alright?” Wanda asked

“Yeah, yeah no I'm okay. I’m feeling a little tired though, I'll catch you guys in a bit, okay?” You stood from your seat, not giving either of the two a chance to stop you as you walked out and back to bed. What a day.

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Hours had gone by now and you were back wrapped up under your bed covers, still clinging onto your bear. You hadn’t bothered to change, you went straight to bed after walking in the door. You’d managed to get some sleep earlier, not a lot, but it was something.

You tossed and turned, trying to find any way of being comfortable so your body could rest and your mind could shut off, but it was deemed to be impossible. All you could think about was your argument with Nat, and how she looked so upset earlier. The thought alone triggered the waterworks again, this time, you didn’t even attempt to stop them.

Only a couple of minutes had passed before there was yet again, another knock on your door. You rolled your eyes, really not wanting any more visitors, you were grateful for the help, but you really wanted to be alone.

“Guys, I’m fine! It’s late, get some sleep.” You called out, waiting to hear retreating footsteps, but they never came. Huh. That’s weird? You brushed it off quickly, assuming that it must’ve just been too quiet to hear, which you wouldn’t put past you due to all the sniffling you’ve been doing in an attempt to silence your crying.

You were wrong. The person at your door hadn’t walked away. They also weren’t Wanda or Carol. Instead, it was who you least expected to be in your room at god knows what time at night after the events that had unfolded recently.

“Hi.” The redhead whispered, worrying that if she spoke any louder, you’d be able to hear her voice shake with nerves, or the huge lump in her throat that wouldn’t budge.

You froze on the spot when you realised who it was, not entirely sure how you were gonna play this. Realistically, you might as well just see what it is she wants, it couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Hey.”

Her footsteps were practically silent but still felt deafening as she stepped closer to you, cringing slightly at how tense and forced all of this felt. It was her fault, she knew that, she hoped you did too. She didn’t want you blaming yourself for her actions, although she couldn’t say anything if you did, she was the one who had insulted you and planted the thought in your head, and she felt every fibre in her body beg for you to forgive her.

Approaching with caution, she walked up to the top of the bed, kneeling where Wanda had been earlier, but unlike Wanda, she didn’t reach out for you. She didn’t feel she had the right. Not now. She quickly took note of your eyes and how they were drooping and red, just like how hers had been earlier, which is how she could know in an instant that you had just been crying. She felt like a knife had gone through her chest at the sight, knowing that she had done that to you. She’d let you down so much that it had brought you to laying in bed alone and crying.

You mumbled something incoherent, completely muffled by the covers that were blocking your mouth.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you through the cover, could you tell me that again?”

You looked down a little, debating on doing it or just asking her to leave this conversation for another day. ‘But, she was already here, so you may as well get on with it.’ you thought, and with that, you tugged the covers down a little, letting Natasha see your full face now, unable to stop a tiny hint of a smile creeping up on her face. Your nose was runny, your eyes were puffy, and your face was flushed, but that didn’t change the fact that she still believed you to be the most beautiful woman she’d seen.

“Has something h-happened?” You hiccuped, noticing the frown take over her features as she maintained her eye contact with you.

“Yeah. i was a complete idiot.”

“Nat-”

“No, no, please. I want to explain. I need to explain. Please?” She pleaded, not caring how desperate she might’ve looked.

You paused for a minute before sighing gently, nodding at her and giving her a non-verbal go ahead to continue. She took a deep breath, looking away for a second then looking back at you before you could even blink. You could see her hands tremble a little, and while you were upset with her, you couldn’t leave it alone. You reached your hand out from under the cover and held it out to her, offering it for her to hold. She grabbed it without hesitation, squeezing it gently as a single tear fell, gathering the courage to say her next words.

“I have no excuse for what I did. There is nothing I could say that would make my actions plausible or acceptable, I shouldn’t have treated you like that or said what I did, and I understand if you can’t forgive me, or don’t want to. But I needed-, no, I need you to know, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You deserve better.”

More tears had fallen down her face at this point, her thumb not ceasing in their circular movements on the back of your hand. She didn’t know if this was going to be the last time she felt your hand in hers, so with every circle, she was savouring the moment, no matter how badly she wished it was under different circumstances.

You shuffled a little so you were in a more upright position, hoping that it would make speaking easier. You’d taken in every word, and while you were hurt, extremely hurt, you saw how remorseful she was. Her face showed no sign of humour or like she was lying. You could always tell when she was lying, her eyebrow always twitched a little, which you would always be in stitches about when she tried to say she didn’t eat your last cookie and her eyebrows would be moving like mad. They were as still as stone when she was speaking this time.

“You really hurt me, Nat. I didn’t think I was asking for much, just some time with you, that was all. And you left me every time, for work and with no notice. It was embarrassing.” She nodded in acknowledgement as she listened. “A-and then to come back and witness you being so, so, hostile, with me, I didn’t understand what I'd done.”

She gulped audibly before speaking again. “You hadn’t done a thing. Not a thing. I-I threw myself into work, into training. The last mission, I was sloppy, I wasn’t on my A game, it almost ended up with other people seriously hurt. So I thought-” She took a shaky breath in. “I thought, if I trained harder, It would mean I would be better for the next mission. But I disregarded everything else on the radar, including you, and then I got so mad at myself for it that I ended up taking it out on you instead. You don’t have a selfish bone in your body, and it was out of order for me to ever say so. It was wrong, and I don’t think I can apologise enough.`` She gave you an apologetic smile, tears streaming down her face steadily now.

“You know, when I came home from the restaurant, I had this driver.” You smiled. “Nice woman, she’s got a wife. She was telling me that it wasn’t easy for them. They had their ups and downs, their fights and bitterness. But they always found their way back to each other.” You whispered so softly that if there was any other noise in the room, Natasha wouldn’t have heard a word.

“And, when we argued, I really didn’t think we were going to be able to come back from that. I thought that maybe our time had expired.” You sniffled, your own tears trailing their way down your cheeks. Without thinking, she wiped them away, her palm pressing onto your warm cheek as you nuzzled into it, still finding comfort in her touch.

“I don’t want us to expire, Nat.”

There it was. There was the sentence that turned silent tears into fully body wracking sobs, your hands instinctively going to pull away and cover your face, instead, Natasha brought herself up to sit on the side of your bed, hastily bringing you into her chest and her free hand combing its way through your hair.

She rocked you back and forth, letting you get everything out of your system, no matter how much it hurt to hear.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’m so sorry, moya lyubov.”

Your sobs soon died down with Nat’s help, sobs turning into faint pants with how tired you were and how much energy it had taken out of you. You looked up at her softly, as she smiled down at you.

“I love you, Natty.” You murmured, the words making the assassin’s heart grow fonder for you, if that was ever possible.

“I love you more.”

“Can you stay with me tonight? I can’t sleep without you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.” She leaned over you, bringing the blankets back up and over you, catching a glimpse of some brown fur among the darkness. She knew exactly what it was. She picked up up with the blankets and handed it to you, happiness overtaking her as she saw your eyes light up at the teddy she won for you.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you, Detka.” She pressed a kiss to your temple before settling down, holding you tight in her grasp, refusing to let you go for anything or anyone, not that you were complaining, you’d missed this.

Nothing had to be decided tonight, there was no rush for discussion. Sure, there were still things to talk through and work out, but that can wait. All that mattered right now, was that Natasha was there. She was holding you in her arms and you felt every ounce of love and apology she could give you. And that was enough for now.

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[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Hey bb! <3

You’ve quickly became my favorite bakugo writer, how you write him just feels so real to me. every time I see you post something new I get so happy!

I’m seeing ya write a lot about blasty with crushes and or S/O’s but not really about how he gets into a relationship so I propose to you how do you think he would realize his feelings and act upon them? If he even would lol he’s so stubborn and awkward with feelings I swear.

Anywho I love you and I’m glad your blog is getting the attention it deserves!!

hmmm hmm hmm tysm @kits-mania for the ask, this is a good one!! also ahaha i wrote this with tiny baby UA bakugou in mind bc his comedic potential is seriously limitless 

--/--

-ok, to start, so basically, he’s a mess. an absolute mess. 

-yes, yes, ik, we’d all love for him to be like, cool and smooth and suave and spit crazy game but he’s just not that guy. he’s a snarling animal at the best of times and an outright asshole every other second of the day.

-(honestly, if u asked me, the only confession you could ever get that would somehow be more disastrous than bakugou’s would be if u got one from tamaki. and even then, tamaki is a sweetheart so u would 100% be much more forgiving)

-but that’s not the point, what is the point is that bakugou would just be so weird around u and that’s how he recognizes his feelings

-lmao like he’ll be so ridiculous with his mood swings,,, very yelling at you for breathing one second, bc even that somehow flusters him, n then the next second he’s recommending an extensive list of personalized training exercises (that he devised) for you and telling you to shut up if you try to thank him for it

-and he’ll do those things almost without thinking about it. like, he’s already impulsive, we been knew, but for this?? pls he absolutely cannot control himself. he’ll just keep accidentally doing nice things, that he’d never do for somebody else, and he knows this. but then he also feels like he’s gotta act like a dick to cover the strangeness up

-and after being rude, to save face, bakugou’ll be in his head totally “man, i’m the best at this. i bet they don’t even know i fuckin’ like them!” n like, yeah, he’s right, you 100% don’t, but everyone else around him does.

-very obvious to his friends how quiet he is when you come up. like, he’ll say shit about everyone at any given time, but when you come up in conversation?? absolute crickets from him. (this is bc bakugou wants to keep his mouth shut, to avoid suspicion obvi, but in doing so he almost doesn’t seem like an asshole. n when bakugou isn’t acting like a dick that’s when you know somethings up)

-so, those two things combined,,, the mood fluctuation and uncharacteristic behavior make it pretty clear to himself that he’s got a crush. now, don’t get me wrong, he’s gonna be clueless on how to do anything about it, but bakugou’s not dumb. he’ll realize his feelings pretty quickly after they form

-now, for the acting upon his feelings part- whew boy.  talk about an embarrassing turnout

-basically, he’s not gonna do shit at first. he’ll recognize his feelings and he doesn’t want to be a wimp about them, but he also kinda just wants them to go away. so he’ll wait it out. bc it’s embarrassing.

-but if that doesn’t work, and he really does just have one hell of a crush,,, then all he’ll be able to do, at first, is work up the courage to finally not be an asshole,,, using little gestures that include but are not limited to:

1.) offering you a pencil when you lose yours. alright, alright, ik, very small, but this is bakugou alright?? mans doesn’t give up anything unless somebody tries to kill him for it and somehow manages to succeed

2.) let’s u copy off his school work/homework etc. obvi not all the time, but if ur in class, at the very end of a test, n he sees you looking over, bakugou will just sit there. he won’t put his arm over his work. not like he would if it was anyone else but you

3.) when you ask him things, he’ll answer. and there’s a pretty good chance he won’t tell u to fuck off at the end (what a miracle)

4.) will probably try his best to avoid exploding/hitting your face during training exercises. now ofc, if u get paired up with him for sparring, rip say ur prayers, bc he will by no means go easy. bakugou doesn’t even know the meaning of going easy. but he will keep his punches and burns away from ur face. probably also tries his best to only explode you thru the fabric of ur costume. so you don’t end up with burns (what a gentleman. not.)

5.) if you drop something on the ground in front of him, and he’s closer to it then you are, he’ll pick it up for u. u know, like a normal person for once.

-okay so as u can see, those things, which are very big for bakugou, are tiny. so tiny. and no other person is going to see those regular-human gestures as romantic interest bc why would they??? 

-see what i mean by embarrassing?? pls i love him but come on man

-but anyway, he’ll do that for a while. like probably up to a full month tbh

-and the entire time he’ll just be pissed bc ur not getting it. so he’ll keep doing those little things more often in the hopes that you’ll finally understand, but ofc u dont

(sidenote: bakugou having a crush is rlly funny to me bc if any of the bakusquad asked you what you thought about him all u’d have to say is “idk? normal? he’s whatever?? what is this question about?” bc his gestures are so small. so small that they just read like normal person behavior, and thus you have no significant opinion about him. and that’s just v comedic to me bc the absolute shock on their faces when u say that? pls they’re like “Y/N we cannot deal with either of you anymore. bakugou is not normal to people??? obviously he likes you!! why do you not get it?!!!”)

-but n e wayz, yeah he’ll continue with the little shit for a while and then just impulse confess

-pls bakugou is 0-100 or not at all,, so he’ll be completely content in his weird behavior until one day he’s just fed tf up with you.

-like ur walking around with a nice outfit and your hair done up,, just 100% living normally, but for whatever reason the sight of you that day accosts him. just pisses him off bc he likes you, a lot, and it’s embarrassing

-so he just impulse confesses right there in the heat of his anger. very “jesus fuck, you really went ahead and did it now, idiot. you really fuckin’ piss me off. i’ve been busting my ass for weeks now, bein’ fuckin’ nice as shit to you, and you’ve got nothing to say? just gonna walk around like that, on purpose, and keep fuckin’ quiet?”

- n you just “....?” 

-and he’ll roll his eyes and huff and probably clench his hands into fists and “i like you. dumbass. fuckin’ obviously.” 

- and suddenly you just “oh.” bc now it’s very clear to you how much of a relatively ?pleasant? person he is around you and how much that contrasts with the absolute asshole he is to everyone else

-pls ik everybody says he’s a pomeranian but like, no, seriously he is. he’ll pick one person to like and act normal around,, but to everyone else?? pls guard ur ankles he will bite tf out of them 

so, in conclusion, bakugou with a crush is an embarrassing but oddly endearing affair. very much a guy who fumbles all the way to the finish line, but he doesn’t give up. not ever, and especially not when u piss him off sm (read: fluster him sm) just by being yourself 

[flying-nightwing]

Throne of Blood (3/3)

Hello there! Last part of Throne of Blood, I hope you appreciated this little serie! I loved t write it tbh, it was a nice change from the usual DC stuff I write. If you want a bonus chapter, let me know! I thought about doing either a prequel for when they invaded the castle, or some headcanons if y’all have some.

Ps: I realised I kinda made Bruce to be the bad guy here, oops. Sorry about that, but to my defence, family drama was something I built toward from the beginning 😅 Full disclosure, I have nothing against Bruce and Damian pls don’t come at me

Masterlist in bio / pinned!

Pairing: King!Jason x reader x Roy

Word count: 4414

Warnings: same as the last parts (cautious nsfw) + family drama lmao

"--and the might of the casc… cascade could never compare to the ce… cerul… cerulean of her eyes. She was his hope, the only thing he cherished, none of his posse...ssions could ever be worth as much as a minute with her"

You paused to breathe as you reached a paragraph break. You could feel Roy's relaxed stare on you, a small smile ever present on his lips. His hand was absentmindedly rubbing your knees that were lying over his thigh, while his other arm was snugly wrapped around your waist. The quiet crackling of the fireplace indicated the need to add a log, but neither of you wanted to move from your nestled position. Eventually one would have to, though, before the room grew cold. 

"I like it when you read to me" Roy hummed, almost like he hadn't meant to say it out loud. But if you knew one thing about him, it's that he carried very little shame when it came to love. He would never intend to hide his thoughts when they came, and you admired that about him. Still, you couldn't help but look down in embarrassment. 

Him and Jason had taught you to read some months after you joined them, when he passed you a map to find a town's name and you had to tell him you couldn't. Ever since, you worked often on your reading skills, leafing through whatever seemed interesting from Jason's library. But you weren't a natural, far from it. 

"I can't even pronounce all the words correctly" You mumbled. "It must be hard to follow sometimes"

He gently pushed your chin up so he could look into your eyes again. It didn't matter for one second for him that you didn't have the diction of an erudit or the flow of a poet. All he wanted was to hear your voice and watch your eyebrows knit in concentration when you butted on a difficult word. He liked the little things so much better than the finished product.

"I think it sounds perfect"

The corner of your lips rose slightly at his praise as your heart skipped a few beats. Even after all the time you spent together, he always managed to find the right word to make you love him even more, if it was possible. His constant and unconditional support was your crutch, the thing you could rely on no matter what happened, the safe space in which you would never feel judged for what you couldn't do. 

"You know" He began again when he noticed you had trouble believing what he said. You wanted to believe him, but deep inside he knew it was harder for you, and he understood all too well the feeling of not being enough. "I couldn't read either before I was taken in by my warden"

You tilted your head to the side, frowning slightly. You had never known. 

"Took me years to get average at it. And you should have seen my writing-- Hell, you should see it now, it's catastrophic" 

You couldn't help but giggle along as he laughed. It was contagious.

"It's the same with Jason--No wait, the brat actually taught himself how to read somehow" He blinked slowly, like he was still surprised by it. You weren't really, you knew Jason was even smarter than you were aware of. Than anyone was aware of. "But his writing was terrible until he got a proper tutor, that I know of for a fact"

"But his writing is so…" You trailed off, trying to find the right word. "Exquisite"

"Now who's pulling out the big words, uh?"

"Shut up" You laughed, lightly hitting his chest with the book. “Don’t mock me”

“I’m not!” He argued, giving you wide, innocent eyes. He looked too cute for his own sake. “I swear I’m not. You’re just adorable when you get all flustered”

“We better start gearing up now” You evaded the subject, clearing your throat. “Jason will be expecting us--”

“Just one more chapter” He interrupted softly, caressing your waist. “Please?”

You held his stare for a moment before you were convinced, and you nodded, a sheepish smile on your face. You opened the book to the page you had marked and found the paragraph you had stopped to. 

“As he was sitting by the window, he couldn’t help but think about the ar-arrival of the spring, only a few weeks away if nature de...cided to be kind--”

“My Lord, my Lady” 

You paused your reading and looked up. This time, it was Roy who looked the most annoyed of the two of you. 

“It’s time”

You sighed and nodded, putting down the book on the table. Roy was clearly disappointed, but he helped you nevertheless get back on your feet, being careful not to pull on your bandages too much. You were healing well for your condition, you could now walk around and sit down without much help. Still, Roy and Jason didn’t like the idea of leaving you on your own for too long, just in case someone tried to come for you. You definitely couldn’t wield your axes just yet, so it made you an easy target even if you weren’t bed ridden anymore. 

You walked out of the chamber beside Roy, him following your slower pace without complaint. You reached the other end of the hallways and entered another room with chests and racks, where your equipment was kept. You began putting on your suit, the one you had made when you rode beside the Red Hood, well before he was king. It was all black with a red pointed arch on the chest that imitated Jason’s sigil, which was outlined with a single silver following your collarbone. It rose up the back of your neck and was reinforced to protect your vitals. 

“Could you help me pull it up, please?”

Roy nodded as he finished to lace his arm braces, stepping right behind you. He picked the stiff fabric and gently tugged it over your shoulder, brushing his fingers against your skin along the way. He was even more careful with your injured shoulder, making sure it wasn’t bent in any way to fit through the suit. He and Jason had advised against you wearing it, but you were stubborn and refused to show weakness in front of the enemy. Besides, it looked great on you. Roy then buttoned up the suit on your back and up your neck before giving you a kiss on the temple. 

“Close your eyes, I’ve got a little something for you” He whispered in your eyes, and despite your initial confusion, you did as you were told and shut your eyes. You felt something being passed over your head and gently rest on your shoulders, then straps being adjusted on your sides. “You can open the now”

You did as he said and looked down as he gently directed you to the mirror on your left. He had placed a beautiful piece of equipment that paired well with the colors of your suit, lightweight and practical, that covered your shoulders front and back. You usually went without, but it was appropriate considering another arrow in the back would do you no good right now. And since you most probably wouldn’t be using your axes anyway, you could do without your full shoulder movements range. 

“Where did you get this?” You asked as you trailed your finger on the skillfully crafted metal. There was no doubt it had been made for you by how it fit with both your body and suit. It must have cost a fortune.

“The blacksmith in town, the one living near the gates of the castle” He began. “His son was killed by the guild of thieves that lived uptown, the ones we wiped off right after the undertaking. He wanted to thank us somehow, and when he learned about what happened to you, he made this as a present”

“It’s… Very beautiful” You breathed out. “I’ll have to thank him later on. This must have taken so much time to make”

“But you deserve it” He said as he placed a light kiss on your jaw. “You deserve the best. And the best suits you”

“Thank you” You nodded, taking his hand. The leather of his archery glove was rough against your skin, but it had also become a comfort born from the endless days you spent training and hunting on the road. It was tied to some of your best memories with him, and it still amazed you how a simple touch could bring it all back vividly like that. “Come on, Jason must be waiting for us”

You went down to the court, where Jason was talking with the commander and some generals. Upon hearing your footsteps, he perked up and turned around, taking you specifically in. He smiled and nodded, heading for the three black steeds, groomed and in full armor, in the hands of the stable hands. You followed him and grabbed the reins of your mount, carefully climbing on its back and sitting in the saddle.

“Are we ready?” Jason asked.

“Of course” Roy replied first, then both of their eyes set on you.

“Let’s do this” You nodded firmly.

With a kick of your heels, you took off the court and onto the bridge, in the direction of the Wayne Kingdom.

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“Soooooo…” Roy trailed off. “Do you think he stood us up or..?”

You looked away from the horizon and to Roy, who was slouched over the pommel of the saddle while his horse was trying to dig for grass through the snow. “Maybe he’s trying to ambush us”

“I don’t think so” Jason mumbled, his eyes still set northwest. His back was straight with a hand resting on his hips, the other holding the reins tight. His horse was attentive, chewing on its bit in anticipation. “It wouldn’t be like him, not while we’re on this hill anyway” 

You nodded as your fingers flexed around the reins, a bit bored and definitely not impressed by the opposite party being late to their own meeting. There was barely any wind over the field, and the thick cover of the cloud didn’t let the sun rays through. Still, smoke came out of the horses’ nostrils with every breath they let out. 

“There they come”

You glanced forward again at Jason’s warning, seeing a small party of riders coming your way. They didn’t seem to be in a hurry, walking rather than trying to reach you at a trot. The closer they came, the better you could point out characteristics for each rider. The one at the front was wearing all black with a cape that fell over the pale gray horse he was riding. It was almost white, but the dark skin around its eyes and nose proved differently. The second rider was on a smaller chestnut horse, and was a child. You blinked a few times, but his youthful features were obvious. The two other riders some paces behind were an escort, soldiers with steel armors and banners from their kingdom. 

After a long waiting for them to actually be at hearing range, they finally stopped a few meters ahead and assessed your party. Jason was visibly tense, but his blue eyes gave nothing out on how he was feeling about seeing his father in front of him after all this time. They stared at each other for long minutes before the piercing glance of Bruce Wayne set on you. You clenched your jaw, not backing down, until his eyes finally left you. 

“Your… Friend seems to have healed quite well” The older king spoke first.

“Don’t act like you give a fuck” Jason sneered. “You were the one who made this coward attack on her happen in the first place”

“Watch your mouth, runt” The child on the side almost barked. “You’re speaking to a legitimate King, unlike you”

“And who the fuck might this goblin be?” Roy said before he could stop himself. While the child looked appalled, Roy was still very relaxed on his horse. He might have been the only one to be, even if you did want to laugh at the outburst.

“I am the blood son, the true heir to the throne” He replied with all his might, except it didn’t quite have the desired effect, since he was on a pony, for one. “You peasant will respect me, or--”

“Damian, please” Bruce interrupted firmly. “Now is not the time to settle this”

“But--”

“Why am I not surprised that you fathered a brat?” Jason leaned forward, feeling taunting for a moment. “Which one of your concubines had enough bad luck to get pregnant? Selina? Or was it Richard’s lover, whatever was her name? Or maybe Talia, oh memorable Talia--”

“Don’t speak of my mother that way” Damian pulled his sword out. 

“So Talia it is” He smirked. 

“We are here to negotiate peace, not fuel a war” Bruce replied sternly. “I can do much worse than an arrow in the shoulder of a loved one, you know it. So be careful what you’re advancing about my family”

“Then keep your son on a tighter leash” Jason said, his face returning to a serious expression. “I still haven’t made my mind about keeping peace, don’t give me reasons to leave this meeting before we can discuss it”

“I should be telling you this” He squinted his eyes slightly. “You have thrown over a stable ally of this kingdom and stole the crown, then taken prisoner the King of Blüdhaven without giving a follow up on his state. You are in no place to threaten a war, yet here you are”

Jason waited a few seconds, not letting his stare waver. Then, he sighed and whistled. The plains were silent, until the faint sound of hooves cantering on the crisp snow grew closer to your position. Soon enough, you were passed on your left by another rider, slowly walking around you and toward Bruce’s party. Dick had a neutral expression as he turned around, stopping at Bruce’s side.

“Here” Jason waved his hand dismissively. “Your golden son, unharmed albeit slightly vexed”

“You should still pay for a crime like this” Bruce said.

“It’s fine” Dick tried to appease the tensions. “I do not wish to further this conflict, I have done enough already as it is”

“Why didn’t you fight back, Richard?” Damian asked in a judging and accusatory tone. “This is a disgrace to our family, and a display of weakness--”

“I was trying to avoid a much worse escalation of this conflict by owning a diplomatic mistake I made in the first place” He bit back. “What would you even know of politics, spoiled child?”

Roy laughed, and the sound only seemed to anger Damian more. You were in the middle of a family conflict, and unlike him, you didn’t know this side of the family well. You didn’t really know how to act, so you observed what would go down rather than actively participate. 

“I find the ginger man’s insolence unwelcomed in this matter” Damian said, trying to wash down the humiliation his brother had just handed to him. “He’s got nothing to do with it, and he’s got no title. He shouldn’t even be speaking”

“He speaks because I say he can” Jason defended Roy in a heartbeat, his tone strong and authoritative. “As far as I’m concerned, I’ve got a crown and you don’t, which puts me above you in status and therefore my wishes outweigh yours”

Your eyebrow rose slowly as your eyes met Roy’s, who had an equally stunned expression. Jason had never used his status against anyone like that. It even seemed to take Damian by surprise, which was, with what you had learned about him in the last minutes, a hard feat to accomplish. If you were honest with yourself, while you loved Jason as a humble king, you were curious about the other side of him, even if he would show it in private.

“Your crown was stolen” Bruce reassessed. “The Kingdoms surrounding yours have decided this gesture would not stand. I wished a peaceful surrender from you, but it doesn’t seem like I will convince you to do so. You have three days to abdicate, until the next full moon, or your kingdom will be taken back by force”

“You think this is wise?” You finally spoke up on instinct, and all eyes turned to you, looking at you with surprise. You weren’t about to let those threats stand, especially not from Bruce. “Ever since King Jason came into power, he wiped out a guild that stole from families and murdered good people. Our kingdom is the safest for miles around, so much we get waves of new settlers even in winter. He lowered taxes on the population so much that most towns in the country have become flourishing trade posts in the span of a year, and instead taxed the nobility and cut on useless balls and dinners. Nobody starved last winter, and nobody is starving this one. Do you think the word didn’t get out to the other countries around? People are starting to want this for themselves too, and you think putting them through a devastating war will make things better? It will only make them resent you, those who didn’t already. We have people in every castle you know of who are ready to turn against you the second they get wind of aggression--”

“Bullshit” Damian called.

“Are you ready to take the risk?” You raised an eyebrow at him, before returning your glance to Bruce, who betrayed no emotion. “You will lose this war if you start it. You should consider your people before you send them to slaughter”

Silence fell over the hill for a moment.

“... What she said” Roy grinned, breaking the silence.

Bruce looked at Jason for a reaction, or most likely, some sort of opposition to what you had just said. Instead, he only readjusted his reins and straightened his back. “You heard right,” He said, not wavering. “You have three days, until the next moon, to annulate the warrants and back down. Think about your people, Bruce. Make the right decision”

With that mocking reprise of his father’s previous words, he turned his horse around and left him dumbfounded. With one last glance to their party, you followed Jason, trotting, then cantering away and back into your borders. Once you passed your soldiers’ road control, you slowed down to a walk.

“Huh” Roy exhaled as he leaned forward to glance at you over Jason’s horse between you two. “I didn’t know we had spies in other kingdoms”

“Now that I think about it,” Jason blinked a few times, his brows slightly furrowed. “Neither did I”

You shrugged. “Maybe we have them. That would be neat” 

You saw confusion, then astonishment flash in their eyes like their reactions were synchronized.

“Wait, did you just--”

“Did you fucking lie to Bruce in his face?” Roy cut off, almost yelling. Then, he laughed. “In his face?”

“By the time he realizes, no, if he even realizes I bluffed, we’ll have a solid plan to ward him off, no matter what he does” You explained. “We win”

“How did you manage to convince him?” Jason had an innocent incomprehension written all over his features, like a child in front of a magic trick. He was adorable. “You had me convinced”

“Oh, boys” You grinned. “You think women survive this long in the world without becoming excellent liars? How do you think I managed to infiltrate the staff for a week before we invaded the castle?”

“By… Um” Roy trailed off. “Cleaning well?”

You laughed. “People had questions, my dear. I had to build myself a credible life to feed them, so I wasn’t thrown out of the castle instantly. Lying to the enemy is a skill I learned to cultivate a long time ago”

“You’re awesome, you know that?” He sighed, a loopy smile on his face. Jason still had a starstruck expression on his face, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

“Wouldn’t hurt to hear it again, I must admit” You teased back, jutting your chin up. “But there is one thing that would be better… Last one in the bedroom owes the first one a shoulder massage”

You didn’t wait for them to register your words before kicking your horse to a gallop, no doubt closely followed by them.

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The dancing light of the candles of the chandelier left a soft glow on your naked skin, moving around and spreading warmth as it crawled up and down your body. You were sitting upright as hands moved gently on your shoulders, careful to avoid the sensitive area of your still healing wound. In your laps was Jason’s head, your hands threading slowly in his black hair as his eyes were shut close. He wasn’t sleeping, his breathing made his chest rise too fast for him to be. But he was relaxed, his neck muscles were untensed on your legs and there were no harsh lines on his face. 

You looked behind you when Roy’s hand stopped massaging, pulling your hair to the side and kissing the back of your neck. 

“You really gotta get a faster horse” Your lips curved upwards. “You’re always losing these races”

“I think my horse’s speed is just fine” He whispered back. “Besides, you are both right where I want you to be”

Jason smirked. “Losing is always suddenly part of someone’s plan when they never win”

“Laugh all you want” He sighed, dramatically laying down on his side beside you, then leaning forward close to Jason’s ear. “We all know I end up winning anyway when you beg my name like a prayer, My King”

You could feel the shiver travel up his spine on your laps, as well as the sudden shift in the tension in his muscles. You played along and let your hand slightly pull his hair, which surprised a moan out of him. His eyes opened wide, the blue of his irises being quickly consummated by the black of his pupils. Then, his glance set on Roy, something hard to read beside the promising spark in it.

“Are you sure you’re ready for a, what, fourth go at it today?” He raised an eyebrow as his hand brushed his cheek. “I didn’t think you jaw recovered from earlier”

You laughed airily as Roy grinned mischievously. “Maybe you can take that voice when you put that brat child in its place” You suggested as you trailed up your hand up Jason’s bare chest. “I’m sure he would be happy to get back on his knees if you did”

Roy groaned at the suggestion, already imagining the whole scene behind his fluttering eyelids. However, Jason didn’t quite follow up on his reaction. “Don’t tempt me with…” He trailed off, then noticed the mood change. “Hey, is there something wrong?”

Jason blinked, then shook his head and gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “I’m fine” He muttered, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on Roy’s lips. 

“No, something’s bothering you” He insisted gently. “What is it, Jay?”

Jason sighed, shaking his head. “It’s nothing” He replied, looking up to the ceiling. “Don’t worry about it”

“It’s clearly not nothing” You said as your hands threaded softly in his hair. “What’s eating at you?”

A silence followed your words. It was like Jason was searching for the right words, like he wanted to say it so bad but something else was holding him back. You were patient, however, and you didn’t mind that he took his time to tell you. You knew he would talk when he’s ready.

“It’s what Bruce said” Roy beat him to it, speaking barely over a whisper. “Isn’t it?”

You looked in between the two men, noticing how Jason did not deny Roy’s words. It was like they were having a silent conversation for a few seconds, before Roy put a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

“It’s how he didn’t see him as part of his family anymore” Roy spoke up, addressing you this time. “How Bruce didn’t seem to have any regret about replacing him in any way possible”

“Even after all this time” Jason gulped. “He won’t even stop reminding me he didn't care”

“Oh, my love” You reached for his hand and grabbed it, intertwining your fingers with his and giving it a squeeze. “He doesn’t deserve you beating yourself up about him like that. You’re worth so much more than anything he could even give you”

“She’s right,” Roy nodded. “We’re your family now, not him. Not him ever again. And I promise you we’ll never betray you that way, we’ll never set you aside. You’re our lover, you’re our King, you’re the most important person for us, and we would do anything for you”

You could see the crystal gleam of tears pooling in his eyes before he blinked them away, resisting the urge to break down. Jason had not often known true affection until he met Roy, then you. He felt like he didn’t deserve either of you, and sometimes he wondered why exactly you decided everyday to stay by his side. But you did stay, you did support him and guided him when he needed it. He wouldn’t have been anywhere near where he was right now without you. 

“You’re both so good to me” He whispered, adoration clear in his voice as he glanced at you, then Roy. “What would I do without you?”

“You’d be wonderful either way” You smiled as you slipped beside him, careful not to pull on your bandages. Soon enough, Roy joined him on the other side, snuggling into him. “You’d miss on major cuddling, however”

His chest rose in a silent chuckle as he pulled you and Roy just a little bit closer. “Give yourselves more credit, I’d crash and burn without you both by my side”

“Let’s not bother with what ifs, yeah?” Roy replied, his lips curved upward as he kissed his shoulder. “It only matters that you’re here with us today, and that you are a damn good King. The rest doesn’t matter”

“The rest doesn’t matter” Jason repeated in a mutter, nodding lightly. “Only you. Only us” 

[agentsoftie]

Sleepless Nights ( S.R )

summary: Reid and Y/N aren’t the most fond of each other. So what happens when they can’t sleep, have to share a bed, and be married.

pairing: Spencer Reid and female reader

a/n: AHH okay so here it is! It’s my first au so it’s probably not the best. But big thanks to @anepiphany! Ani baby none of this would be happening without you! Thank you for you tips and making me not go insane! Also pls tell me if I slept something wrong cuz like, your girl not the best when it comes to it. Also there will def be a loophole somewhere in my case and if you find one, just let it slide because life is filled with loopholes ❤️ also this is gonna be a two parter!

warnings: mentions of a case, little angst (like the smallest amount), fluff really though

remember to like and reblog!!

You were always the type of person that got along with everyone. And by everyone you meant everyone. You were a people pleaser, always changing your personality for someone. To the security guard, you were a sports junkie, always catching the latest games. To the guy who worked at the bookshop, you were the classical girl. And to the barista, you were the girl who was always late but always paid 3 dollars extra tip. But Dr. Spencer Reid was the only exception. 6’1 and standing tall. Mr. Eidetic Memory and 187 IQ but oh God how you cared for him. You loved him, you loved him more than all the moons in the galaxy. But him? He hated you, so naturally, you hated him too. As the saying goes, if you can't beat them, join them.

“Guys we got a new case,” Garcia says.

You walked into the room and sat to the seat closest to the front where Garcia would be since she was your best friend. Ironically that was the seat farthest from Reid.

“Okay, so this is Mira Normen and her husband John Normen. They had gotten married 2 months prior to their deaths. Mira was 25 years old and she was a teacher at the local middle school. John was 26 and he ran a local pet grooming business. As you can see, but not me for obvious reasons, they were both stabbed once in their chest and then once in their thigh. Mira was shot once in the heart and once in the head and John was shot twice in the heart and twice in the throat. The M.E. found a ring stuffed into both of their throats. And not the cheap kind, I mean a year's worth of salary for one of us.”

“Okay, so this guy’s rich,” You said.

“Yeah, no shit sherlock,” Reid said.

“Guys,” Hotch said in a stern voice “Garcia do we know anything else?”

“Yes actually. They were both last spotted at an event for rich people. So like something Rossi would go to.” She said, chuckling at the last part.

“You and I both know very well that I do not go to those kinds of events. I stay at home for god sakes.” Rossi says causing you and a couple of other people to chuckle.

“Why does this case sound so familiar?” JJ asks, breaking the chuckles.

“Well there was a case exactly like this a couple of years back if my memory is correct, which it always is. We tried to solve it but we just couldn't so it ended up as a cold case.” Reid said.

“And everythings the same?” JJ asked.

“Yep, everything. Well except the city.” Reid said.

“Great, well i think we got everything. Wheels up in 30.” Hotch says while getting up.

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You sat alone, like always. At first everyone was concerned, like they had done something, but they then soon realized that you just liked to be alone and this was really the only time.

“Okay, so I checked if anyone had moved in the years and I have 5 names. Thomas Maddison, Stephanie June, Eliza Honeycutt, Devi Paradise, and Klaus Hiller. And only one moved to our little town and that would be Miss Eliza Honeycutt.” Garcia said.

“Can you ch-” Morgan was saying but got cut off when she said

“Already did ‘Hot Chocolate’. Miss Eliza moved a total of 3 months after the case. Looks like it was due to a messy divorce. Her and Mr. Maddison had not been going strong for the last couple of months and it looks like they decided to call quits just before you guys came to town.”

“Can you-” Morgan started to say but then was again cut off by Garcia.

“Already got you babes. The address should be sent to your tablets.” Everyone was still looking at her, “that means look at your tablets.” She says while gesturing her hands making them look down.

“We got it babygirl,” Morgan said without being interrupted.

“Great! Now, this is the time I leave and let you amazing little people do your jobs!” And with that, she was out and so were you.

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It was 10 pm when you got to the hotel. You weren't exhausted but you definitely were not in the mood to solve a murder or multiple in this case. You all had checked in now was your favorite time of all choosing rooms. You never bunked with anyone unless Garcia, but that's if she ever came on a case. Emily and JJ were already gone, same with Hotch and Rossi. You were about to grab the key for the single room but Morgan got it before you.

“Sorry hot stuff, I need room alone this time.”

“What!? Why!?”

“I don't need to explain myself to you Y/N,” Moran says, and just like that he was gone.

You and Reid grabbed the keys without looking at each other and walked in the elevator. You both did not make any eye contact until you got into the room. There was only one bed. You immediately called room service but they said that there were no more rooms available so you two were stuck with that one.

“Okay, which one of us is gonna sleep on the floor?” you heard Reid say.

“Excuse me,?”

“You heard me.”

“Oh stop being such a baby Reid. We both know that if you don't sleep on a bed or something remotely similar you get all grumpy and get headaches all day. And if I don't sleep on a bed or something similar I get high on caffeine and get paranoid. So for the sake of the team, we are gonna sleep on the goddamn bed together!”

He didn't know you paid attention to him like that. Sure everyone knew that he would get grumpy, but headaches? No one, not even JJ. He didn't like to tell people about them fearing of being babied around even more than he already is. Although he did know that whenever you don't get enough sleep not only do you high on caffeine, but you have nightmares. You never told anyone except Garcia of course. He’d realized that you had nightmares after a group holiday to Rossi’s beach house, he heard you talking in your sleep and there were not good things being said.

“Okay geez fine whatever. Are you gonna go shower first, or am I”

“Me obviously,” you say while getting your clothes.

The water was hot when you got in, just how you like it. You started to soak your hair in the water needing to cool down a little and prepare yourself for the days ahead of you. All you could think about was sharing the same bed with him. With the guy, you're in love with but doesn’t know. And will never know.

After 30 minutes you got out of the shower and changed. You wore a pair of shorts and a loose flowy t-shirt which you had knotted after putting it on because it was too big. After you brushed your teeth, did your skincare, and brushed your hair.

“Finally, how long does it take?” You heard Reid say while you were walking out of the bathroom. He didn't look up until you sat on the bed turning the tv on.

“It takes 40 minutes Reid, it always takes 40 minutes. But you would never know because you've never had a girl stay over,”

“Oh, you're so funny aren't you,” he says in an annoyed way.

“Yeah, I am.” You said smirking while looking up expecting to see him annoyed but instead greeted with a small smile which was then washed away quickly by the sound of his voice.

“Okay, I'm gonna go take a shower now. Don't wait up.”

“ I won't, don't worry.” You say while he goes into the bathroom. You swear you saw him smile. It may have been small but it was there.

-------

“You waited for me.” You hear while turning off the tv. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. His hair was an absolute mess, and you could tell that he had to take a shower in not the hottest water.

“Ha, yeah no. You took like 10 minutes, did you think I was gonna fall asleep in 10 minutes.”

“Yeah well, that's what happens when you take up most of the hot water.”

“I'm sorry, you should have gone in the shower first.”

“You wanted to go into the shower first!”

“Okay and? Look, can we just go to bed or something? We have a long ass day ahead of us.”

You felt the bed dip and got chills all over. He didn't seem to notice, thankfully. You were cold, but not cold enough to want to layer up. You looked over and the time and it read 11:15. You tried to sleep, but you just couldn't. So again you looked over and read 11:39, and then it was 12:06. You felt like you were going insane.

“Why are you still up?” Reid said in a raspy voice while turning over to face you.

“Huh? Oh, um, I couldn't, can't sleep.”

“Ugh, fine come here.”

“What?” Before you could say anything he had wrapped his arm around you and forced you to nuzzle up against his chest. It actually felt pretty nice. You felt like you were on top of the world and that everything was going to be okay. You put your arm on him after processing what was happening. He then pulled you in closer and when you looked up at him you realized that he was knocked out, gone like a light in one of those horror movies. And before you realized it you were out too.

-------

“Y/L/N wake up,” is all you hear. The sun was barely out yet, so naturally, you just wanted to go back asleep.

“5 more minutes”

“Fine.” Although he didn't want to say anything or admit in this case. This was the best sleep that he’d gotten in a while. At first, he thought it was because of the way he slept but he then quickly realized that it was because of you. With your legs intertwined with his, one of your arms on his chest and the other in his hand. Your hair, so messy, yet so perfect at the same time and he would give anything to fall back asleep with you. He was in love. He was in love and was falling, falling harder than ever.

“Y/N, come on it's been 10 minutes. We need to go, get up.”

“What? Oh. Wait, fuck, what time is it?” You say in your very raspy yet airy morning voice.

“6:13, now we have to get ready or we will be late.”

You didn't want to get up, you really didn't. You wanted this moment to never end, but sadly time was not on your side for this one. “We never speak of last night, got it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Its agent.”

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“Miss Honeycutt, hi I’m Agent Y/L/N,” You say while sitting down for the interrogation.

“Hi yeah, why am I here?”

“Oh, no one’s told you yet?’

“Well yes the people who rudely (italicize) came into my home said something but I wasn’t really listening.”

“Oh okay then. You're here as a suspect for multiple murders.” Her face was in total and utter shock. “There has been a murder recently that connects to a murder that took place back a couple of years ago. You lived there when it had happened and then you moved. And now you’re here because a murder played out exactly that same way as the one that took place in the past.”

“Look, I have a valid reason for moving-”

“Divorce I know.”

“Yes, well you don’t know the reason.”

“Oh, and what would that be?”

“I was cheating on him, Thomas. He found out and then immediately filed for divorce.”

“Huh, is that so. Well, you kno-” You were cut off by the sound of the one and the only doctor himself.

“Y/L/N can I please speak to you.”

“Um yeah.” You walk outside of the interrogation room to face him. “What is it?”

“I don't think she did it. The way she’s reacting to all of this is way too natural to fake and she still hasn't called for a lawyer to be present. Normally in these types of situations the un-sub mostly always calls for a lawyer or anyone in that case.”

“I know, I know, I know. But she mentioned an ex-husband that could help us with this case.”

“So what you're just gonna “interrogate” her until she starts to talk about her former husband, or just talk about that and only that as a whole?”

“Yes, precisely.”

“You amaze me Y/N,” this was the first time he said your name in conversation naturally and not because he was forced to for an undercover assignment and shit. Well except for this morning but you can't decide if that was a small little fever dream or actual life so it doesn't count.

“And I you Spencer.” He noticed, oh he noticed and his heart practically burst from his chest because of the serotonin he got when you said his name. It was like every time you said his name an angel got its wings.

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“Hey Garcia, could you dig a little deeper on our little Thomas Maddison?” You ask her.

“Of course pumpkin. Okay so here's what I got. Thomas Maddison born May 30th leaving him to be a Gemini and you know how I feel about those. He moved from our fun little town too, well, um,-” was what she said before being cut off by Emily.

“What do you mean by ‘um’ Garcia?” She said with a puzzled expression.

“Well, ‘um’ means he disappeared from the face of Earth. Completely gone. No new dental records, no new home, I mean, not even a simple receipt. It’s like he just clicked ‘erase all’ after the divorce.”

“Is that even possible?” I ask.

“Well yes, but you have to literally become a new person for that to happen.”

“Garcia look into anything in his life that could possibly lead him to have hundreds of thousands of dollars,” Reid said.

“Okay, so it says here in one article that he owned a local jewelry store that got burned down around that time of the divorce. The local paper wrote it off as an accident but everyone thought he wanted to skip town after the divorce so he would just take all of the insurance money. Which I guess is kind of true. Um but anyway, yeah that’s really the only explanation. His parents didn't leave him that much money in the will, and he wasn't a drug dealer.”

“Okay, thanks hun! You've been of more help then you know. Call Hotch and everyone else in. I think we got the profile.” You said before ending the call.

* literally 5 or 6 minutes later *

“Okay, so the guy we’re looking for is very popular with the people. He always tries to make everything about himself. Your classic narcissist.” Hotch starts off with.

“This guy hates love though. He never brings up the topic and hates it when people bring it up. And although he hates love, he looks like the guy who could pick anyone he wanted, although he relatively picks on younger women.” JJ adds.

“Yes, and this guy is going to be a white caucasian male. Most likely in his late 20 or early 30s. And he is going to have wealth and will show it off as often as he can.” Emily says.

“Any questions” you heard Hotch ask.

“There’s an event tomorrow just like the one that Mira and John attended. Will he be there? And if so, do you think he will attack again? And if yes then what will do?” You see an officer asking.

“Well yes, we heard of that and already planned everything out. Tomorrow night Agent Y/L/N and DR.Reid will be attending the event.” Rossi said.

You were in complete shock, and frankly so was Reid. You guys never agreed to this, and as much as I love black tie events, they aren't really my cup of tea when there can possibly be a serial killer there. Not to mention the guy I fucking love more than anyone in the world would be there, with me (italicize). Like now I have to look badass and sexy (italicize) at the same time, although that wouldn't be that hard you thought to yourself.

“Guys, can Reid and I please talk to you all in private.” You give Rossi and Hotch very unobvious yet obvious death stares.

“Yeah, now please.” He says.

* again like 2 or 3 minutes later *

“Um hello, last time I never agreed to this and by the look on Reid’s face, neither did he.”

“Y/N you heard, our unsub likes younger women,” Derek says,

“Okay well then just send in Emily, or JJ, or both in that case.” You say in an angry tone.

“Oh baby, you think we're young? Were flattered but no. Sadly out of all of us, you look the youngest, and are the youngest.” JJ says while laughing along with Emily.

“And for you Reid, you out of most people should know that the murders happened between young lovers who got married. And Derek doesn’t call you pretty boy for nothing. Rossi says following JJs statement.

“We really aren't getting out of this one huh?” He asks.

“No. Now it's late so I want you all to get a good night's rest and be ready tomorrow. Reid and Y/L/N you guys can sleep in a little but you'll have to be ready by 4:30.” Hotch says. And with that, everyone goes back to their rooms.

“I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once” – John Green, The Fault in our Stars

Part two coming tomorrow!

[grace-sully]

Jealous

* this is not my gif; all credit goes to the owner.

Paring: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2667

Summary: JJ likes you but hasn’t asked you out yet because of the rule, but he sees someone flirting with you and gets Jealous.

Requested: yes! - Can you do a jealous jj maybank imagine??

A/N: this is by far the most i've ever written but it was a fun request to write. Hope this was what you were looking for!! <3 also im very, very sorry it's taken so long pls forgive me 

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You had joined the infamous Pogues after moving to the Outer Banks when you were 9 and lived in the neighbouring house of JJ. He first spoke to you when he and John B were climbing trees in his back garden. Curious as to what the two boys were playing, you joined in. Back then it was just you, John B and JJ against the world, and you would make in known. 

Pope later joined the three of you after being in some of the same classes with you and the boys, and were instantly drawn to his honesty, charm and it also didn't hurt that he was so smart, you could get him to help you all out with your homework.

Then came Kie and as much as you loved the boys, you were so glad there was finally a girl around. You and her became best friends almost immediately when you saw her surfing one day alone, and later invited her to join you with the others. You then learned that she was technically a kook, but was surprised when she was completely different from the stuck up rich that occupied Figure 8, and was actually bearable to be around.

And from then on, you had always been the voice of reason within the Pogues.

However, anyone could see there was clearly something special between you and JJ. Everyone in the town believed you two already were together or would  end up together eventually. You had been one of JJ's closest friends his entire life, behind John B that is, whenever you two were together, the space would just be filled with laughter, constant bickering and just enjoying each other’s company.

You couldn’t see him that way, or so you told yourself. You were both completely different, and would never work as a couple. And besides, even if you did like him, he would never want to date you anyway. And due to the ‘no Pogue on Pogue macking’ you never thought of him or any of the other Pogues in that way and tried to avoid having a romantic relationship for obvious reasons.

It was a typical summer evening for the Pogues. After spending a day on the water, swimming, listening to music and being around each other's company, Kie suggested getting food at her parent’s restaurant. And the thought of free food made you and the other Pogues agree instantly.

Once Kie persuaded her dad in letting you all eat the leftovers, Mr, Carrera banished you all to a secluded table at the back of his restaurant, away from any of the actual paying customers. 

Sitting down with JJ to your left, you conversed with the other Pogues before you saw Kie return with a tray of food and jug of water for you all to enjoy.

You shrieked in shock as you felt something cold being smeared across your cheek, turning around you saw JJ sat beside you, owning a smug look on his face and  ketchup covering his fingers.

Grabbing a spare fry that was lying on the table, you threw it in his direction. Hitting him directly in the chest, he faked being hurt, holding his chest.

He then retaliated by throwing another fry at you. Soon it became a full on food fight between you two, while you giggled until you were out of breath.

“Can we not be kicked out by my dad please,” Kie spoke, trying to stop the chaos that you and JJ created.

He chuckled, stopping his movements before sipping his drink and digging back into his food that sat in front of him. You followed suit, still giggling.

“Shit!” John B squealed, quickly picking up a cup he knocked over in the chaos of yours and JJ’s spontaneous fight, and moving a few things out of the way from the spilled water to not get wet.

“Really John B, right in front of my salad,” Kie said, staring at the brunette boy trying to clean up the mess he made.

“Don’t worry I get some napkins” you sighed, John B gave you a nod in thanks and you found yourself walking up towards the countertop to grab the napkins. 

As you grabbed a pile of napkins from the bartop, you felt a hand on your waist and a head lean against your shoulder while feeling someone breathing against your ear.

You were surprised when you turned around to be greeted by a very familiar face.

“Hi.” Harry, a colleague from your work greeted you as he leaned in to kiss your cheek, “I wasn’t expecting to run into you in this fine establishment.”

The flirty banter between the two of you is not new. You had met Harry when he started working during your second month of being at the Figure 8 Country Club. He was a natural flirt, some people would call it cocky, but everyone knew he was harmless.

You haven't seen him in about a month due to the hurricane that swept through the island a few weeks back, and then scheduling issues kept you apart from most of your work friends.

“I could say the same to you.” you reply, still a little surprised to see him here. 

“It’s my parents anniversary.” He said simply, looking over his shoulder to a group of people all sat at a table on the opposite end of the building, chatting amongst themselves.

You nodded, coming to terms that it wasn’t just you and your friends at the Wreck, like it usually felt like when you were all together, stealing the scraps from Mr. Carrera.

He chuckled, leaning his elbow on the countertop to get a little closer to you, focusing all of his attention on you, “So, how have you been since the hurricane and all?”

“I’ve been alright. Helping out folks where I can,” you chuckled, before pointing behind him to the table where you all sat “and hanging out with my friends how about you?”

“Been good, time away was fun, missed your beautiful face though” he said through a smirk

“Easy, ” You warn, rolling your eyes and smacking his arm playfully before shaking your head and walking back to where your friends were, but you noticed Harry following after you.

As you approach the table, you noticed how JJ’s knuckles were gripped into a fist. His eyes were following behind you to where Harry was, which caused you to raise your eyebrow slightly at him. He saw your wandering eye and just scoffed, ignoring the look you were giving him as he took a sip of his water and sighed, watching as you proceed to introduce the Pogues to Harry.

“Guys this is Harry who I work with. Harry this is John B, Kiara, Pope and JJ.” you introduced pointing to each appropriate Pogue.

You had spoken fondly about Harry to your best friends. He was a great stress relief at work and it was nice to interact with someone different from who you usually hung out with. He was a few years older then you so you didn't share any mutual friends and never saw him around at parties.

“Hi. It’s so good to meet you all.” Harry grinned, extending his hand out to Pope and John B, who both returned his polite greeting, Kie gave him a small wave from across the table, while JJ let out another loud sigh obviously meant to be heard.

“You too.” JJ replied, voice full of sarcasm, as he waved his right hand while taking a sip of his water with his left.

Sitting yourself back down in your seat beside JJ, you gave him a slight nudge with your shoulder to ask him what was the matter as you knew he was a lot more polite when he met people so it certainly surprised you when his expression towards Harry seemed a little dry. You assumed that he was just tired, as his dad had been giving him a hard time recently and he had been living at John B’s for a few days now. But unbeknownst to you, JJ’s blood had been boiling the moment he had witnessed Harry approach you at the counter top.

Harry made friendly conversation with John B and Pope, while you focused all of your attention on the way JJ had been when you were talking with Harry. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Harry walk around the table and stand behind you, feeling him lean his body weight against the back of your chair that you were sitting in, causing you to focus back in on the conversation happening around you.

“Well I just can't wait to have Y/N all to myself again!” Harry placed his hands atop of your shoulders massaging them gently as all of the Pogues around you chuckled, including you to try and make it seem like you have been listening all this time and not thinking about the blonde boy next to you .

Watching Harry's hands remain on your shoulders, he was not happy about the way Harry had been acting around you. It was a strange feeling being jealous, he definitely wasn’t used to it. Deep down he knew he had no reason to feel this way because you weren’t his.

That was it. He had had enough. He slammed his fist against the table, gaining the attention of the other Pogues and marched in the direction of the exit, leaving you just as confused as the others who all sat with confused faces, they watched as JJ stormed out of the building, baffled as to what had caused his sudden tantrum.

You quickly turned over to Kie with a confused look on your face, mouthing a 'what the fuck’ to see if she had picked up on something you didnt, before getting up from your seat to quick to follow after your best friend. Curious about what caused his sudden outburst.

You found him standing outside by the deck, his back to you. His knuckles were still white as they gripped the wooden railing in front of him as he huffed, raking his fingers through his own hair.

“What the fuck was that?” You called out to him as you walked up to him. You stopped a few meters behind him waiting for him to answer, “What the hell has gotten into your head?”

He wasn’t his usual carefree self right now, that was obvious. You crossed your arms across your chest, a stubborn stance that couldn’t even come close to the outrage that sparked in your eyes. 

He quickly turned back to look at you and you noticed that his jaw was tightly clamped shut, his fists would stay firmly by his sides and was trying to regain his composure by controlling his heavy breathing, but failing miserably.

“I don't like him,” he said firmly, shaking his head lightly. The tension in his body made him stand rigid as he continued to stare at you with steam coming out of his ears.

“What are you talking about?” you asked him confused.

"The way he put his arm around you. The way he talks to you. The way he acts around you, Y/N, okay i don't like it! He was flirting with you!" he practically yells at you as he begins to pace back and forth on his feet, his body still completely rigid as he moves back and forth not even bothering to look at you.

“Is that what all of this is about?” You shook your head, raising your eyebrows to try and challenge him as you crossed your arms against your chest. “You’re jealous of Harry?”

“Y/N, I’m serious,” He paused his movements, looking at you dead in the eyes to hint what he was really trying to say to you when not knowing exactly how to express what he had been feeling for years now. To be honest with you and not wanting to ruin the beautiful friendship that you've had over the years. 

“No, tell me why it bothered you so much.” you ran your hand through your hair, and rolled your eyes, Unable to believe how childish he was being,

"He was flirting with you!”

“That’s just him JJ. He’ll flirt with a rock if he could!” You shook your head and took a deep breath. From an outsider's position, it may look like Harry was trying to come on to you, but anyone who really knows Harry, knows that it's completely harmless, and anyone who watched you knows your heart truly belongs to the boy stood in front of you now, “Are you telling me that you’re mad because someone was flirting with me in your presence?”

“Yeah i'm mad, i'm mad that they are gunna get your attention and you'll go off with them!” he said hanging his head low, finally letting some of the tension leave his body from partially admitting his feelings for you.

You remained silent, waiting for him to elaborate on what he meant. A part of you knew what he was about to say and you were hoping he would say it. You had been dreaming about it for years. But another part of you refused to believe that it was even possible that he had reciprocated feelings for you.

He sighed as he lifted his head to watch your reaction to what he was about to say, “I’ve liked you. For a long, long time now. And I know the rule, no Pogue on Pogue, so I never said anything about it. But this summer has made me realize how much I liked you more than just as a friend. And I know I probably fucked up our friendship for good now but… I don’t think I can keep it to myself for any longer.”

JJ liked you. Hearing him say this made you feel a huge weight lift from your chest, as you no longer needed to keep it to yourself either.

“JJ,” You bit down on your lip as you moved closer to him so you were now standing a foot away from him. “I like you too.”

With a huge grin plastered across your face, you let out a slight giggle, watching the smile on JJ’s face was the most amazing sight you had ever seen.

He put a hand on the back of your neck and pulled you to him, his lips against yours with his other hand at your waist. You were hit with the reminder of how it felt to have his soft lips on yours. 

You had only kissed him once before. A Touron at a boneyard party was being super clingy to JJ and he just wanted to shake her, so he claimed that you were his girlfriends and weren’t interested in her. She, of course, didn’t believe him so he kissed you to make it more believable. You had been comfortable with doing so as you had been wanting to get rid of her all night. This was a real kiss, filled with love and passion. You melted into the kiss, holding JJ closer. Wanting to pinch yourself to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

After a few moments, you both pull away, pressing your foreheads together, out of breath.

“Oh my god.”

You quickly pulled away from JJ and turned to see John B stood with his eyes wide, staring at the two of you still wrapped up in each other’s arms, shocked at what he had just  walked in on.

“Dude, it's not what it looks like,” JJ tried to explain.

“Pope!, you owe me $20!” He exclaimed as he ran back the way he came

You giggled. “I think we have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Sounds like they already know,” JJ smiled and kissed Y/N’s forehead before wrapping an arm around her and leading her back to the rest of the Pogues.

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[blanchimont]

sober up

characters: jeon wonwoo x female reader

genre: college au, slight angst

warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing

word count: 5.5k

summary: as much as you want to deny that what you feel for wonwoo is just a stupid little crush, your heart breaks and you have the strong urge to cry nonetheless whenever you think of him. 

note: i wrote this the entire day while paying barely any attention to my online classes lmao pls enjoy <3 

“So what are your thoughts about Wonwoo?” Mingyu offhandedly asks you as the both of you ate breakfast before heading for your 9AM class. He doesn’t miss the way you whirl the spoon inside your coffee mug a bit stronger than you’d like, causing some of the liquid to drip out onto the tabletop. He doesn’t say anything about it and just waits for you to answer.

“Thoughts as in...what do you mean?” You ask in response, briefly glancing at the man in front of you before looking away to drink your coffee that was still a little bit too hot. You frown behind the mug and you aren’t so sure if it’s because you almost burned your mouth or it’s because of the intention behind your best friend’s question.

“You know what I mean,” Mingyu sighs. 

No, I don’t know what you mean. You think to yourself, but you don’t want to say that out loud especially with how intimidating Mingyu looks like right now. You feel like you’re being interrogated for a crime you don’t know you committed—okay, but maybe you did do something for him to stare at you like that.

The thing is, you pride in yourself for always being a responsible drinker. Whenever your friends would invite you to join them have dinner and drink to end the stressful week in college, you often end up being one of the most sober-looking people among your peers by the end of the night. One bottle of alcohol is enough for you to feel buzzed, and sometimes you don’t even get to finish the entire bottle. Because of that, you sort of feel proud that you’ve never done anything foolish yet while intoxicated, unlike your friends who had you doubling over in laughter, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes because of how stupid and scandalous they can get when they’ve had too much alcohol in their system.

It just so happens—and you swear you have no idea why—that you decided to drink more than you could last weekend while out with Mingyu and the rest of his friend group who adopted you, and suddenly you had more friends than you ever anticipated.  

It’s not that you did something so scandalous, but you do feel embarrassed because it was so...out of character for you to do it. You really wanted to blame Soonyoung for asking you that question, but you also blame yourself for losing the filter in your mouth that you ended up answering him way too honestly for your liking. 

“—Okay, okay that’s enough Seokmin. How about you,” Soonyoung calls your attention and you wince at how you immediately felt your world spinning when you turned to your left to look at him. The boy laughs at your dazed state before continuing, “What do you think of our Wonwoo over here?” 

You stare at the said boy who half-absentmindedly drank the entire can of beer in one go. You think he’s acting like he didn’t hear Soonyoung ask the question but you’re aware that he’s also waiting for you to say something. 

And even before you could stop yourself to organize the thoughts inside your head because holy shit—he looks a hundred times more attractive tonight and you aren’t sure anymore if your head is spinning because of the alcohol or because of the way Wonwoo just looks so insanely beautiful—the answer you give Soonyoung leaves everyone on the table looking at you like you’ve grown a second head.

“He’s insanely attractive. I think I have a crush on him, actually.” You’re drunk as fuck but you’re also hyperaware that Wonwoo’s staring at you. So you chug down the remaining alcohol left in your bottle. You wanted to dig your own grave right then and there. 

You grimace when you see Mingyu leaning closer to get your attention back. He raises his eyebrows at you and you wish you just really ended up blacking out that night so you could use the I-don’t-remember-what-happened card on him. 

“I think Wonwoo’s a really nice and thoughtful friend, even if there’s this weird...mysterious aura to him. He listens well to the people around him,” you finally answer your friend. Suddenly you want the time to go faster so Mingyu could no longer interrogate you and you can finally head to your creative nonfiction class. 

Mingyu stops acting like you committed a crime and continues eating the pasta in front of him. “I’m sure you know you said a different answer last Saturday.”

“Look,” you drop the fork on your plate and sigh. “I was drunk, okay? Had way too much alcohol than I anticipated. I didn’t—”

“You didn’t mean it?” Mingyu squints his eyes at you.

“Why are you making such a big deal out of this? Is it wrong to say I have a crush on one of your close friends? Am I breaking a best friend code between us that I didn’t know about?” 

You sound defensive and you hate how high your voice got the more you bombarded Mingyu with questions. He was really good at riling you up so early in the morning. 

“It’s not that,” your friend shakes his head and finishes up his food. You still haven’t consumed even half of yours. “I actually approve of the two of you, just so you know.”

“What the fuck, Mingyu. It’s just a stupid crush.” 

“Yeah it sure is.” You really hate how he’s narrowing his eyes at you right now. “Then why are you avoiding each other? It’s been four days and it’s fucking annoying already.” 

“I’m not avoiding him. Midterms just ended and finals are around the corner sooner than you’d like. We’re all busy. And I don’t want to bring up to him what I said. That was so out of character for me to do.” 

“Okay, but it’s driving me insane that the both of you have been acting strangely since then.” Mingyu rubs his hands over his face. 

You pause. “What do you mean Wonwoo’s been acting strange?”

“Since that Saturday night I’ve been trying to bring you up in our conversations just to get a reaction out of him.” You roll your eyes, what an idiot. “I know you guys didn’t talk about what happened afterwards. Either he flinches or makes this weird face or flees the moment I mention you.”

“Mingyu you’re a fucking idiot.”

“You are too. I am aware that you hate talking about your feelings and I would be proud of you for saying that last Saturday because that was such a huge step in getting out of your comfort zone but you were stupidly  drunk and the both of you acted like nothing happened.”

Mingyu’s right and this very fact pisses you off. You were never good at verbally expressing your true, honest, and raw feelings towards anyone. It physically and mentally pains you to do so. Sometimes you want to blame your upbringing, how showing any signs of emotions ranging from affection to sadness to anger seemed very taboo within your family. It left you unable to sort your own feelings out as you grew up, so now you ended up being too quiet, dishonest, and afraid of being vulnerable in front of anyone. But you don’t really want to blame anything or anyone else because for fuck’s sake, you’re already in your twenties and it’s about time that you should be more responsible. Yet you’re aware that you’re acting childish around Mingyu because he’s confronting you about something you didn’t want to deal with ever. 

“But Gyu,” you take a deep breath, suddenly feeling anger bubbling inside of you. You don’t even know why. “It’s just a stupid crush. It’s not a big deal.” 

There you are again, downplaying and being in denial of your own feelings. You know it’s not just a stupid crush. You’ve been head over heels for Wonwoo since Mingyu introduced you to his friend group. You’ve been head over heels for him ever since he sat beside you in silence to keep you company while the rest of the boys went crazy in front of the karaoke, unintentionally leaving you out because they were having so much fun and it’s not their fault and it’s okay because Wonwoo’s beside you. He’s been occupying your thoughts ever since he showed you the brightest smile you’ve seen from him when he spotted you sitting alone at the second row of the lecture hall, taking the seat next to you so you wouldn’t feel too lonely when no one else wanted to sit near the front. You felt so embarrassed after noticing that Wonwoo had to make himself feel smaller in his chair so he wouldn’t block anyone behind him while the professor droned on and on about art history. He really didn’t have to keep you company at the expense of sitting comfortably in class. You couldn’t stop thinking of him ever since he let you borrow some of his books, and you didn’t even ask him to do it but you figured he did it anyway because you said you needed inspiration for your creative writing class. And you wanted to cry because you think you’re in love with the way his mind works after realizing that the books he lent you were really good. You like him so much and you feel insane for feeling this way because it’s only been a few months since you’ve known him and the two of you don’t really talk as often as you wished you would so you can get to know him better, but that doesn’t stop you from catching these unnecessary feelings for him—

“But would you date him if you had the opportunity?” Mingyu interrupts your train of thought. 

Alright, that’s enough. You stand up and fix the things inside your bag, preparing to leave and head for your class. “I would but I don’t really want to date right now, not ever. You know I told you that already.”  

“You wouldn’t even give him a chance?” Mingyu pouts and mirrors your actions as he realizes that the conversation really isn’t heading where he wanted it to.

“I just casually confessed that I have a crush on him. Stop making a big deal out of it. That’s all I did that night, alright?”

You don’t miss the way Mingyu stares at you for a moment before he nods and leads the two of you out of the cafe. You swallow the lump in your throat because you have this ugly, terrifying feeling that Mingyu knows something you don’t, that there’s more to just you drunkenly saying you liked Wonwoo. 

And now you’re starting to doubt if you really remembered how things played out that night. 

You bump into Wonwoo sooner than you wanted to. And you feel stupid because your first instinct upon seeing him walking down the hallway towards your direction was to turn the other way around and take the other flight of stairs, even if it meant consuming more travel time to head to your next class that was starting in ten minutes.

You almost let out a sigh of relief because you successfully avoided confronting Wonwoo—or so you think. You jump when you feel warm fingers wrap around your wrist and you nearly bump into the chest of the man you wanted to run away from when you turn around. 

“Hi, sorry about that,” you mumble as you take a step backwards to give him more space. He was wearing a plain oversized gray shirt, black jeans, and a worn out beanie. If this was any other guy on campus, you would’ve rolled your eyes at how he lacks good fashion sense and how he dresses so similarly like all the other college boys (except Minghao, god bless that man). But this is Wonwoo and you have this urge to cry because he looks ridiculously good in whatever type of clothing he wears, and it’s not fair—

“It’s fine. Are you heading towards your next class?” 

You are about to answer him but the classroom next to where the two of you are standing just got dismissed, so there is a surge of students leaving and occupying the already cramped hallway. You almost lose your mind when you feel Wonwoo’s hand on your arm, pulling you close to him after a huge guy bumped into you and left without an apology. 

Wonwoo stares at you like he wants to say something else, but before he could, you stop him because you aren’t sure if you’re ready for that. “Yeah, it starts real soon, actually. I should leave.”

You don’t even realize that his hand is still resting on your arm until he dropped it and put some distance between the two of you. “Right. I shouldn’t keep you waiting.”

But Wonwoo does nothing but just stands in front of you. You have half the mind to apologize for what you said last Saturday night, then you realize that what will probably come out next from your mouth is to tell him to forget about it. But you honestly, honestly do not want him to forget about what you said. Yet you aren’t also prepared to face the repercussion of your actions. So you nod your head and think that it’s best to act like nothing happened. 

“I’ll...see you around then.”

You think you see Wonwoo’s smile falter slightly, but when you blink he’s already grinning at you. “Okay, bye.”

You turn around and your legs feel like jelly as you walk down the stairs. You have the urge to stop halfway just to cry and you don’t even know why you want to. But you’re running late for your class, so you pick up your pace so no one would steal your seat in the front row. 

Maybe you aren’t sure whether it was worse pretending like nothing happened than just explicitly telling Wonwoo to forget that you ever confessed that you have a huge crush on him. 

You refused to see Wonwoo around after that encounter.

Mingyu invited you to hang out with the boys at Vernon’s place, yet even before he could spill all the details about who’s coming and who’s not, you reject his offer, making an excuse that you still have a case report to finish even though you’ve already submitted that two days ago. 

“You’re not avoiding Wonwoo hyung, are you?” He stares at you as he leans against the door frame of your bedroom. He is dressed so nicely and you want to compliment him but he’s beginning to piss you off again. 

“Mingyu.” You whirl around in your desk chair and stare at him.

Despite your threatening tone, he pushes himself off the doorframe and sits on your bed. “You’re really annoying whenever you start crushing on someone, you know?” 

You don’t say anything and turn around to put your attention back on your laptop. But the next words that escape Mingyu’s lips leave you frozen in your seat.

“I’m actually starting to think what you feel for hyung is more than just a crush. Like, you seriously like him.”

Since when the fuck was Mingyu this perceptive of your feelings? You feel nervous at your discovery, because perceptive Mingyu means he is going to probe into things you usually keep stashed away from your consciousness. He’s known you for so long that he knows that you have troubles when it comes to dating. It’s not because you’ve had extremely bad experiences before—it’s actually the opposite of it. You’ve never been into any romantic relationship because you believe no one’s ever shown interest in you. You let people’s comments about how cold, intimidating, and unapproachable you are get into your head that you are convinced that no one will like you for who you are. You used to be afraid and insecure that you’ll end up alone, but you’re older and busier now and you’ve come to accept that maybe dating and finding someone who loves you in that way won’t ever be meant for you. 

You ignore Mingyu and try your best to focus on reading your lecture notes. You can hear rustling on your bed and you figure that your friend lied down. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I think the two of you look good together.”

Your hands itch and you want to throw your pen at Mingyu, but it’s childish to lash out at him. You roll your eyes instead. “I am starting to think you’re the one who likes Wonwoo, especially with the way you keep bringing him up in our conversation.”

“Why can’t you just be brave for once and acknowledge your feelings? Stop pushing them away. You’ll only end up hurting yourself.” You’re shocked at how fast Mingyu moved from your bed to your desk. He’s so much taller than you and he looks intimidating again with how he towers over you while you timidly sit on your chair. 

“Can we please not talk about this? I don’t want you or me to be in a bad mood. You’re hanging out with the boys soon.” 

“Alright, just answer this one last question before I go.”

You gulp and nod your head because you don’t have any choice left but to concede. 

“Why did you and Wonwoo hyung kiss that night and then act like nothing happened when it’s obviously bothering the both of you? I know you’re not the type to act so recklessly and kiss any random people because romantic relationships are uncharted territory for you but Wonwoo hyung is no stranger so why—”

“Wait, what?” You feel your head spinning and there’s this heavy weight pressing on your chest that goes all the way down to your stomach. You want to throw up.

“What?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You think you give Mingyu the shock of his life with how high the pitch of your voice got. But you belatedly realize that it is probably because of how angry and confused you look like right now.

It is Mingyu’s turn to roll his eyes at you. “Don’t use the ‘I-don’t-remember-what-happened’ card on me—”

“No what the fuck seriously, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” There are tears in your eyes and Mingyu gets startled but stays frozen in his spot. You feel so ashamed that whenever you think of Wonwoo you have this urgent need to just break down and cry. Maybe it’s your hormones—you tend to get extremely emotional when you’re nearing your period—or maybe everything about Wonwoo simply makes you sob. 

And then it dawns on you how stupid you were when you got drunk that night. Not only did you casually drop the “I have a crush on you bomb” on Wonwoo but you also kissed him? Kissing someone while drunk is totally out of character for you and you want to slam your head against the wall because you seem to never make any good decision when it involves Wonwoo. 

Your mind is reeling. You begin thinking that Wonwoo hated the confession and the kiss that’s why he never touched on the topic afterwards. Or maybe he wanted to ask you about it when you bumped into each other a few days ago but he sensed that you wanted to run away. Either way, none of you are handling the situation properly (how the fuck are you supposed to handle it anyway?) and you’re afraid that if you don’t do anything about it soon, things are going to get awkward between you two and if not, you’re going to have to live the rest of your life regretting not saying anything and watch Wonwoo move on with his life as if that incident never happened at all. After all, it’s easy to brush it off and say it was a drunken mistake.

The heavy weight on your chest is pressing on you again. Mingyu’s right, you’re always afraid of confronting your own feelings. The moment you realize that you’re catching feelings for someone, you run away even before you can figure out if the person feels the same way or not. So you end up alone, always standing at the side as you watch your friends get into relationships and look so happy. You always walk silently behind one of your friends and their significant other, not wanting to disturb them. You learn to look away without feeling bitter when couples around you share a quick hug or kiss. You get used to sharing a car ride with your friends and their partners, sitting alone in the backseat in the dark as you laugh along with their ridiculous jokes. 

You’re used to being alone while your friends find people who love them unconditionally. You’re happy for them each time it happens—you really are—but sometimes there’s this ugly lump in your throat that forms once your mind starts imagining what it feels like to be in their shoes. And then the dread settles when reality catches on to you and tells you that you won’t ever experience that. 

The first time you bare your heart out even just slightly happens with Wonwoo. You’re upset that you’re drunk when it happened, but you’re also relieved because you aren’t sure if you want to know what else went down that night, if you said more to him, and if he said anything at all. 

It takes you a while before you realize that Mingyu’s wiping away the tears that spilled from your eyes. He’s wrapping his arms at you so tightly and it’s so warm and you want to cry even more when he starts apologizing profusely for being so pushy about the topic. 

The next time you’re invited to hang out with the boys, you don’t have the heart in you to reject the offer again because it’s Soonyoung’s birthday. And although you want to blame the boy for asking that question which started all of this emotional mess inside of you, you have a soft spot for him and you’d hate to see him get sulky around you when you turn him down.

Since the night Mingyu revealed that you and Wonwoo apparently kissed, you’ve only seen the latter twice. The first time was in a coffee shop. You had a thirty-minute break before your next class starts and you were really hungry and sleep-deprived, so you stand in line as you stare at the menu with hazy eyes. As you tap your foot while you glare at the back of the head of the person in front of you, your eyes accidentally look at the source of noise on your right. There,  you see Wonwoo sitting on a table with five other people you don’t know, except for Junhui. You feel your eyes twitch when you realize that a girl was sitting so comfortably close next to Wonwoo and you want to look away but the boy is already looking up at locking eyes with you. You almost pretend you don’t see him—that’s what you always do when you walk past people you know because you don’t have an idea whether you should greet them or not—yet Wonwoo flashes you a small smile before paying attention again to what their group was discussing. 

This heavy feeling in your chest comes back and you’re afraid that the distance between the two of you grows wider sooner than you want to. 

And your fear is further reinforced the second time you see him that same week.  

It’s not like Wonwoo always sits beside you in your art history class to keep you company inside the large lecture hall. It probably happened only five times because on most meetings, either Wonwoo comes later than you and there is already someone else sitting next to you, or you spot him sitting at the back of the room and you refuse to go all the way to his row because you prefer being closer to the front. Yet what hurts this time around is you arrive earlier than Wonwoo and you’re sitting alone in your row again but when he arrives, his eyes don't even search the lecture hall for you like he used to, and instead he walks up straight to the back of the room. No one sits next to you for the whole period and even though it usually didn’t bother you, you left the class feeling like shit because someone always used to make you feel less lonely. 

So far, Soonyoung’s birthday celebration is going well. You and Wonwoo shared polite smiles but for most of the night, you mingled with completely separate people. Mingyu no longer gives you knowing glances because he still feels guilty about making you cry, but you brush off his very cautious attitude around you and just choose to stick by his side the whole night. 

You don’t know where things went wrong but as the night deepened, you suddenly found yourself sitting on one of the benches in the backyard alone with Wonwoo. And you’re drunk, again. 

You’re stupidly laughing at Soonyoung who looks like he is on the verge of crying as he defended himself in a game of mafia. You are the first one to get killed because the first round is boring and they randomly decided to gang up on you, so you leave the circle and head back to the kitchen to get more soju to drink. When you come back, Wonwoo is already eliminated and he’s sitting on the bench you mentally reserved for you to occupy alone. 

You’re too exhausted to avoid him so you sit on the bench either way. “I called dibs on this bench first.”

Wonwoo pushes up his eyeglasses. “Your name isn’t written here.”

You snort and drink from the bottle. You don’t say anything else and just watch the rest of your friends accuse and betray one another. You think that Wonwoo does the same and you turn to him to check his reaction when Mingyu sets himself up to get killed by the rest but your heart drops when you realize that the boy is already staring at you. “What?”

“Did you mean it last time?” 

And there it was again—the urge to run away. The beating of your heart against your chest drowns the loud yelling of the boys and you can only focus on Wonwoo’s unreadable face. He’s really beautiful and it’s upsetting. 

You tear your eyes from him to look up at the clear night sky. You wonder if you should just bite the bullet and be honest with your feelings this time. You’re shitscared you’re going to fuck this up so you down some more soju before replying. Your voice suddenly sounds so small. “It’s just a crush. Sorry if I’m making you feel uncomfortable about it.”

It was silent for a while and you brace yourself for the worst, for the part where Wonwoo admits he did feel uncomfortable and says that it’s better that they just forget about it. You prepare to take a deep breath to prevent tears from forming as you absentmindedly listen to Wonwoo turn you down. But it doesn’t happen.

“Do you tend to kiss people you crush on?” Wonwoo’s eyes are still on you and you really want to hide now. 

“I’m sorry about that,” you mutter quickly. Your grip on the bottle tightens because you can feel that you’re trembling. “I don’t have a clear memory of that happening but nonetheless I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” 

Wonwoo scoots closer to you and you want to put some distance but the armrest stops you from doing so. He is sitting too close to you and you hate how it feels like your senses have been dialed up to eleven. Even without looking, you can feel his intense gaze on you, his warmth lightly touching you, his breath fanning your face, everything. “But did you mean it?” 

You let out a shaky breath. Mingyu’s voice saying you’ll get hurt if you keep pushing your feelings away rings loudly in your ears. You’re already in your twenties and you should be more mature in talking your feelings out but you’re just so so afraid of everything. Wonwoo’s just asking you a question but it feels like you’re going to be executed if you say the wrong answer. Never in your life have you ever been honest with your feelings towards anyone. You have yet to face rejection because you would never say anything, but you know you won’t like the taste of it. 

You stare at Wonwoo and you realize once again that you never make good decisions whenever it involves him. To hell with it. 

“Yes.”

For a fleeting moment you’re afraid Wonwoo didn’t hear you because your voice was barely above a whisper, but what happens next makes you drop your soju bottle on the grass. 

Wonwoo’s lips are on yours and the way you’re holding on to his jacket for dear life brings you back to a distant yet familiar memory, one where you’re clinging on to Wonwoo’s shoulders as he cups your face in his hands and kisses you breathless. You can faintly remember that Saturday night, how you and Wonwoo separated from the group after your drunken confession. If you try harder maybe you’d remember what words were exchanged between the two of you before you tiptoed and placed your lips on his, but the way Wonwoo’s gently biting on your lower lip right now while caressing your sides makes your brain swim inside your skull. You decide not to think anymore and relax yourself against him, kissing him back with the same fervor. You decide to ignore the howling noises your friends are making while Wonwoo kisses you harder as if he hasn’t already been doing that. You decide to focus on his lips on yours and his arms wrapped tightly around you, because that’s all that matters. 

You still think you’re dreaming because after that kiss, you and Wonwoo don’t exchange that much words except you finally having the courage to tell him how much he makes you feel happy and less lonely, how much you want to know him better, and how much you don’t want him to be so far from you. You remember Wonwoo reciprocating, saying that he’s been interested in you ever since Mingyu introduced you to the boys. You look shocked when he says that, and he pouts when he realizes that aside from the kiss that Saturday night, you also don’t remember him confessing to you. And then you feel like shit for handling this mess improperly, so you kiss him again as a form of apology. Wonwoo kisses you back to tell you that it’s fine. 

A large pillow hitting the side of your head snaps you out of your thoughts and you turn to glare at Mingyu who is leaning against your doorframe. “Was that necessary?”

Your friend rolls his eyes at you and enters your room to pick the pillow up from the floor. “Yes, because you look stupid smiling alone.”

You snatch the pillow from his hands and smack him upside the head. “You’re annoying.”

“Thanks, you’re such a lovely friend. After everything I’ve done for you,” Mingyu pouts. You pay no attention to his annoying face so he turns to leave but stops when the doorbell rings. You freeze and look up at your friend. 

“Oh yeah, I invited your boyfriend over.” 

“Without telling me?!” You hastily stand up from your chair to put on a hoodie and fix your hair, cursing Mingyu in the process for acting like he also lives in your apartment, inviting people over whenever he wants to. 

“I said I was going back home over the weekend and I thought you would be lonely in your apartment without me bothering you, so I invited Wonwoo to keep you entertained.” There’s a smirk on his face and you push him out of your room until you reach the main door of your place. 

“You’re fucking annoying,” you pinch Mingyu’s side and he yelps as you open the door to kick him out. You don’t feel sorry when he bumps into Wonwoo in the process. 

“You’re so ungrateful!” Mingyu fixes his shirt and pats Wonwoo on the back. “Take care of her hyung. I’ll see you both around!” 

When your best friend finally disappears down the hall, you let Wonwoo into your place. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he echoes.

You smile up at him as you grab his hand. You’re convinced you’re still dreaming, but when Wonwoo brings your hand to his lips to place featherlight kisses on your knuckles, you wake up and then the heavy weight on your chest disappears. Reality catches on to you and tells you that everything will be alright, because Wonwoo’s here. 

[nandolonso]

DINNER & DIATRIBES (John Wick x Reader)

Summary: You were part of the High Table. You could say that you enjoyed it, but that would be a lie. A big lie. Your life was not easy thanks to your father. However, when a stranger shows up suddenly everything starts to change.

Word count: almost 6K.

Inspired by: Hozier's song.

Author's note: I really wanted to write something happy and just smutty. I really tried but here I am. Yet with a depressed, dark, and passionate fanfiction. Sorry for this. Pls, forgive me. Also, this fic went downhill pretty quickly lol.  

Author’s note 2: this is my first ever posted smut. (I’ve written several before, but this is my first time posting it so be gentle, lol.) Please keep in mind that English is not my native language so I’m really sorry for any kind of mistakes. I would be glad if I could read your suggestions or comments about my story! Thank you in advance! <3

Warnings: enemies to lovers?, porn without a plot?, abuse (not detailed, just mentioned), shy, suppressed reader, soft dom!John, dirty smut. Please go away if your underage, I mean it.

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"I knew it from the first look of

The look of mischief in your eyes"

You hated these kinds of evenings. You hated the High Table with your full heart, even though your father was one of them. You wanted nothing more but to destroy them but that would be slightly impossible. All you could do now is to clench your teeth, fake a smile, chatter and laugh at everyone’s silly jokes.

Gosh. You hated these people.

These kinds of evenings went on and on until a new guy came to the circle. It was John Wick. You heard stories and legends about him, but it did not attract you at all. However, when you saw him your breath was taken away. He looked so elegant and the fact that he swayed in the crowd without giving any attention to everyone, even though basically every single person was looking at his direction, made him even more attractive.

You took a glass of champagne from a waiter near you and turned away as you took a sip. Gosh, this was the last thing you needed. But another person did not matter anymore. As a daughter of a criminal, your job was to entertain the guests. Basically, at all cost. If you did not obey, or just your father sensed that you want to resist, he punished you. And let's just say, a slap was one of the least bad punishments.

As you turned back, you took another glass of champagne from the waiter and you started to walk towards John. He looked at you shortly.

"Mr. Wick..." you started but he passed by, without looking at you.

"Don't." was all he said while he continued to walk towards your dad.

You sighed. What an asshole, just like everyone else in here. – At least, this was your first impression of him.

 When you arrived home, you were afraid that you managed to screw up the evening for your father, but he was in a particularly good mood.

"Y/N.," he said before you could go to your room. You froze on your spot, afraid to turn around, dreading what will wait for you. But you did. You had to. You always did.

"Yes, father?" you tried to ask nicely, even forcing a smile on you.

"We were great tonight," he started, tilting his head a little bit to the side as if he saw the evening happening all over him again. "I managed to make a deal with John Wick." he continued and by saying only his name your heart started to beat faster. You could feel it pumping against your ribcage.

"That's amazing," you started. "I'm really happy for you." at this point, you were great at lying. He could not even sense it.

"Thank you, dear," he said, taking a step closer to you. At that exact moment, you stepped back, your backside pushed against the door of your room. It was an involuntary movement but fortunately, he did not notice. He did not notice how much you were disgusted by him and how much you despised him. He only cared about himself. "John Wick will come over tomorrow, so we're throwing a big dinner. Just the three of us." he smiled, you could say that it was sincere, but nothing could convince you at this point.

"All right, I'll do my best," you answered and quickly slipped to your room, where you immediately locked it so he could not follow you. Luckily, he did not. You really hoped that he won't do anything bad to you. You always hoped that he would change, change for you but that never happened. You slid down to the floor, trying to suppress the crying and sobbing which bubbled from your throat.

You wanted to end this. You wanted to end your suffering.

*

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Well, the last evening’s crying did not do you any justice. But you could camouflage that with makeup, as well as camouflaging some bruises, which you always did. You tried to brighten up your eyes using a concealer, making a subtle eye look, perfecting it with mascara and using red lipstick. Your favorite. It gave you the femme fatale look, even though you felt the opposite. Fake it, till you make it. Right?

When you went to the dining room, John was already there. He looked at you, kind of surprised to see you there. You looked away from him, but you could feel his gaze lingering on you as you took your seat. His hand covered his mouth, his fingers slowly caressing his stubble as he looked back to your father across the table.

"Ahh John, this is my daughter, Y/N.," your father said, gesticulating towards you. He pretended that he just realized that you were there, but you knew you messed up. You were late, but making your makeup actually took longer than you anticipated. You looked back at John. He was breathtaking up close, but you tried to suppress those emotions which were building up inside of you. You hated his allies and you wanted to hate them. John Wick could not be an exception.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wick" the sentence rolled out of your tongue without an effort.

"Likewise," he said curtly. Well, he wasn't a man of words.

The rest of the night went by quite seamlessly. They talked about work, but you did not pay any attention. You were just eating and drinking vine. More than you were supposed to. You did not want to say anything bad and you hoped you wouldn't, but you just couldn't resist the warm and relaxing embrace of the liquid. Your father went out to arrange the desserts as well as bringing another substance into the room to drink with John.

After a few minutes of silence and staring, John started.

"So..."

"Don't." you interrupted him. You could swear that you saw his eyes lit up, but this emotion disappeared quickly. He was great at keeping a poker face, it was impossible to read off anything of him. You could learn a lot of things from him.

"Okay, then." was all he answered intertwining his hands, smirking, waiting for your father to come back. You took another sip of the vine, trying to suppress a smile. An indescribable emotion filled your chest. Maybe, it was time to finally resist. To do something different than before. And maybe this time you could win.

*

Dinners and dinners went by in the following few weeks and months. You saw John quiet frequently, but nothing really happened besides looking "angrily" at each other. The two of you did not even talk. However, actions speak louder than words. At least, as they say.

Your father's voice broke your trance that you were in. He was looking at you, fury already building up inside of him. You were supposed to answer something.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening," you said honestly, but you could see your father's fist grabbing at the cutlery harder than before. John could sense it too, even though he did not show it.

"So, Y/N..." he started again. "What do you think about my latest investment?" he asked dearly.

"Why do you care about my opinion now?" you did not even realize what you said after you uttered it. Your father punched the table, the glasses ringing against each other causing a sour melody.

"John, forgive us for a moment." your father said, looking at you. You did not have any choice, you stood up and followed your father outside of the room. When the two of you were a little bit away, suddenly, he slapped you. It took a few seconds to realize the burning sensation on your cheeks.

"Get the hell out of here, I don't want to see you," he said, pointing towards you, holding himself back to sound professional even if John was listening.

"I feel the same about you" it was hard to quiet your voice as you became really angry. You did not even care about his opinion any more or making favors for him. And you did not even know where this bravery was coming from.

You shrugged as he was about to hit you again.

"Y/F/N" John raised his voice, making your father stop his movements. When you looked at John, he was furious. He was totally different from your earlier conversation at the table. This look was more like the Baba Yaga they used to praise. You sent a grateful look towards him. You could swear his shoulders loosened up as he was looking at you. A silent agreement went between the two of you.

"I think it's time to go," John said ambiguously, and the attitude of your father changed immediately.

"Oh no, John…" he said, rushing towards him. "We're just getting started." John looked at you one more time, some expression on his face which you could not read. He turned towards your father, grabbing him by his shoulders.

"Okay, let's talk," John said with his dangerously low voice. You took this time to slip to your room, packing everything you could into a bag. This was your chance to get away.

A few hours later you heard a knock on your door. It was low and quiet, but you still heard it. And it was different from your father's knock, so you opened the door. John was standing there, his tame hair framing his face. He was much calmer than before. He was holding a black bag, which he gave to you. You looked him with questioning eyes, but you took it nonetheless. When you opened it, you could see a lot of money in it.

"I cannot take it." you wanted to give it back, but he lightly grabbed your wrist. His touch was firm but soft. So much different which you used to experience before.

"It's yours." he said softly. "Your father gave it to you so graciously." he almost spat out the last words which started to frighten you. "You are free to go." But with this sentence, you knew that John Wick could never hurt you. He would never do those things to you which your father did. And actually, this was the most liberating thing anyone could say to you. Sudden tears started to blurry your vision, without thinking twice you hugged him. It was quick and kind of awkward, as you were not use to human touch and you could see that he wasn't used to it either.  Maybe, it was time to change this. For both of you.

You let him go, so you could grab your stuff from your bed.

"Let's get out of here."

* 1 YEAR LATER *

A lot can change in one year. You could never forget John Wick's name. And not because of those frightful legends, but because he was your hero. Not many people can actually say this about John Wick.

With the money he gave you, you could start a new life. So, you did. You moved into a new city, making friends, currently renting an apartment with one of them. You even started working. You could start fresh and clean. And this was something that you were utterly grateful for.

Most of all, you even started taking self-defense lessons. You wanted to protect yourself and you never wanted to feel as weak as you did with your father.

Now, you finally became the femme fatale that you were hoping for.

You were changing to your night shift at the restaurant when your friend walked into.

"Gosh, that man outside… is just daddy." you started to laugh. It always impressed you how straight forward she was with her desires and thoughts.

"What man?" you asked, peeking towards the door to get a look at him. She was standing beside you, pointing towards him. And that is when your world turned upside down again. It was John. You haven't seen him since the incident but wow… he truly looked better than ever. Your friend realized your reaction.

"YOU KNOW HIM." she squealed and that is when you pulled her from the door before anyone could see you.

"Keep your voice down."  you started to whisper. "Yes, I knew him. He is my father's… friend." it was always better to lie than telling the truth about your father and his relationships. And you were sure that John Wick and your father was not even friends anymore, but this was the most you could manage out of yourself after the shock of seeing him for the first time after such a long time.

"Go get his orders," she started. You rolled your eyes, but you went out towards his table anyway. That is when he looked up at you. He was quite shocked, to say the least, but he managed to hide his emotions after a few seconds. Like he always did. He was alone, but you were sure that won't last long.

"Good evening, Mr. Wick," you said cockily. "Welcome to Continental's restaurant. How may I help you?" you questioned him.

He did not hold himself back.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" he tried to keep his voice down.

"Why?" you looked back at him, scared at his expression. He could read you like an open book, so his body loosened up and he had an apologetical look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Y/N" he started. "But this is the criminal's cover place. I thought you knew that." you could not believe what he was saying. So, you supported criminals for the whole time since you got here? You could not believe it…. but now, thinking about it you should have known. This place pays too well to be just an ordinary restaurant. However, before you could react, his partner arrived. And she was… beautiful. You felt sudden jealousy in your stomach, but you tried not to think about it. She started her orders without looking at you and swayed her hands when she was done. You hated people like this, but you got her order anyway and disappeared back to the kitchen.

You tried to avoid their table throughout the whole evening and convinced your friend to deliver their orders. In this way, the night passed quickly, leaving you alone in the restaurant before the cleaning shift has arrived. You were the only one who always stayed for them, as you did not want to leave the restaurant just by on its own. And you actually enjoyed the silence which fell on you. In this hour you could manage your thoughts and relax a little bit.

"Y/N." you heard from behind. You could realize his voice even in your dreams. It was raspy, low and sent shivers down your spine, tingling you from the inside. John Wick. You turned around to see him, now fully standing, covered in a black suit which looked so good on him.

"John?" you asked softly, and he came closer to you.

"What are you doing today?" he smiled. Considering the fact that the sun already appeared, you assumed that he was talking about today's evening.

"Uhmm… working" you answered and he started to chuckle. You were so pure in his eyes, he did not know he would even deserve a date with you. But that is what he was aiming for.  

"When are you free?" he asked again and you looked surprised.

"Why are you asking?" you asked back and he let out a sigh.

"Well, I would like to take you out for a date if you would let me," he said so softly that you weren't sure that these words came from him. He seemed so reserved and introverted, his question came as a shock even though you thought doing things with him… quiet often. Remember the part when I mentioned he was your hero? Well… you always wanted to thank your hero, but you were sure that he wasn't even considering you like a real woman. You thought that he sees a little girl in you who only needs protection. And you wanted to be so much more in his eyes. Maybe you were wrong all this time. "So..?" he asked again, you did not know how to answer. You wanted this more than anything, but your self-doubt was stronger.

"I'm not sure if I'm the right person," you answered honestly, and his expression changed. As if someone punched him in the face. "Not that I don't want you, I mean… I want you, trust me, badly, but…" at this point you started to stutter, saying things you did not want say out loud, but you did anyway. And that was all he needed. He crossed the path between the two of you, crashing his lips against yours as you were the only thing who could save him. Save him, make him feel things he never felt before and giving him a chance that clearly no one even tried to give him. To make him feel different than the famous assassin he was.

You immediately reacted to his touch and this was so much different than a year before. You did not dread from human touch anymore, you actually craved it. You returned the kiss, slowly opening your mouth so his tongue could slip in an explore your taste, as well as his hands started to discover every inch of your body. You started to heat up, feeling like your whole body is on fire, aching your core so much that you were already about to explode. You caressed his cheeks, his stubble scraped your palm a little bit as you deepened the kiss, letting him in more and more. Gosh, it was desperate, but it felt so good. His hands tugged on your uniform, as he was about to rip it off when you heard a noise behind the two of you. You pulled away and you see a man who was looking at you with playfulness in his eyes.

"Winston..." John breathed next to you, and the man started to look at him rather than looking at you.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but John we need you at the conference." His voice was serious.

"I'll be there in a minute," John answered and without a word, Winston disappeared from the room. Your cheeks started to burn, it was kind of humiliating getting caught but John's expression did not change. He was looking at you with lust and passion in his eyes, as his pupil were slightly diluted. His hair was messy, as well his suit which started to look rather wrinkled on him, but he did not seem to care. He was only focusing on you. "I'm sorry but I have to go now." he started, and you understood, even though you wanted him to stay.

"It's okay," you answered and with that, John started to walk away from you, almost leaving the room when you cried after him. "John!"

He turned back immediately.

"Let's meet on Saturday at 8 o'clock in front of your room." he started to smile, leaving him more beautiful than he already was.

"Room 55, on the 7th floor."

*

You were waiting in front of his room. You were nervous, standing from one leg to the other. You wanted to knock a few minutes ago, but you were unable to do it. When you finally raised your hand, the door opened, and you saw John leaning against it.

"Y/N." he greeted you with a mysterious smile on his face.

"John." you sighed and before you could say anything else John grabbed you by your waist and pulled you into his room. The door slammed against your back as he crushed his lips against yours, grabbing at your neck, pushing his whole body to you. It took a few milliseconds to adjust to his speed, but when you did… it was heaven on earth.

Your hand started to explore his body under his suit but above his shirt, feeling the soft material underneath your palm as well as his strong, muscular body. You started to melt at his touch, giving yourself to the feeling, being lost as your tongues rolled against each other. He tasted so good. Being this close to him, feeling his intoxicating perfume made you dizzy. You never wanted this to end, but suddenly he pulled away from you.

"Fuck, Y/N," he cursed. "I'm so sorry, I didn't want to rush anything or being abusive or something like that," he muttered against your lips. "I'm sorry that I was this fast, I lost my mind." he continued and tried to pull further away from you. But you did not let him. Because if you did so, you won't give yourself a second chance. This was your last one and you did not want to regret it for not trying.

"Please, don't stop," you whispered, but he could hear it.

"Are you sure?" he whispered back, his voice was hoarse and it made him even more attractive.

"I'm sure…" you started but he cut you off.

"If you want to stop or something is not right just tell me, okay?" he asked you again, but you started to lose your temper. This never happened to you before, you never craved something this badly.

"Just fucking kiss me and then fuck me, John," you answered and he looked at you with a surprised look. He started to smile and you started to chuckle at his expression. "I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me."

"Don't apologize," he still smiled, brushing a few hair strands out of your face. "I like this side of yours." he chuckled and brushed a soft kiss into your lips. "But, I think we should…" he started but this time you cut him off.

"John…" you said, desperately crushing your lips against his lips. He let you, as he wanted to do what you wished and desired. He lifted you up from to ground, at that exact moment you hooked your legs around his waist, feeling his hardening member at the inner side of your thighs, which was dangerously close to your already wet one. You moaned into his mouth at the sensation and it became even more when the two of you fell into his bed. He was already on top of you, kissing your jaw and neck while one of his hand started to roam towards your waist. He rucked up the dress you were wearing, slowly sliding his fingers to your entrance. When he realized how wet you were, he let out a breath he did not know he was holding. You made him insane and he could not wait to taste you and eat you out.

He couldn't really hold himself at this point, especially after he felt how much you wanted and needed him. He basically ripped your dress off from your body, leaving you in your lace underwear. He drank you with his eyes, adoring everything about your body. Otherwise, you would feel insecure but not with him. He made you feel like a fucking goddess, already worshipping your body and liking how you laid underneath him. He started to brush soft kisses to your stomach, making his way down there were his new favorite place stood. He pushed your lace thong to the side, exposing your wet velvety skin to the air and his breath. He started to lick your clit incredibly slowly as he wanted to flavor every inch of you. He grabbing you by the waist to hold you in place as you started to whimper by his tongue. Eating you out was a low understatement. He devoured your pussy and feasted on it like it was the last thing on Earth. His desire for you was indescribable.

You grabbed the sheets beside you, fisting it to release some pressure which already started to build inside of your deep core. John let out a moan at the sight of you, which resonated through your whole body adding more and more to the unbearable sensations. That is when John started inserted his fingers into you. Your insides started to burn and ace with some desire which was slightly unfamiliar for you. He was so good with his hands and his tongue that it sent you to the edge in no time. He was definite with his fingers, mercilessly pushing his digit into you, while his tongue swirled and curled on your clit to satisfy you. His stubble tickled you a little bit, adding more and more friction when he started to delve his tongue more and deeper. He had one and only one goal: to experience an orgasm which you haven't experienced before. He wanted to give you everything, he wanted to make you feel special.

He parted your lips, even more, you opened your legs as wide open for him as you could. He suddenly slowed down, playing with your wetness as he was watching how his fingers entered you. Slowly, in and out.

"Fuck, John…" you started, tugging on his hair to fasten his movements, but he did not let you control him. He did in his own pace, teasing and torturing you. You grabbed his hair even more, afraid of hurting him but you could not hold yourself back. He did not seem to care, moreover, it made him even more turned on than he already was.

"Cum for me, baby girl," he added as he slowly started to flick his tongue on your flesh, making his movements as careful as possible when he sucked them slightly in, making your body erupt into pleasure. His slow movements sent you over, as well as his slight dirty talking. You started to pulsate around his fingers, crying out his name over and over again.

"Jonathan…" you whispered, as you made your grip slightly loser on his hair. He licked you through your after wave, slightly digging his nose into you to help you ease your sensitive area. "Fuck…" you added, as the shockwaves started to disappear.

Suddenly, you started to shiver as your body started to cool down after your orgasm. John kneeled up between your legs, licking off your juices from his fingers as he was looking straight into your eyes.

By the gaze of his, you started to warm up again. He was so much different than your earlier partners, not if you had many… but Jonathan particularly stood out. Gosh, how could you get this man?

He had a half cocky smirk on his face, looking at you with so much passion and desire.

"What?" you asked shily.

"Nothing, you're just a fucking goddess," he answered, bending down to give you a heated kiss. His words meant so much to you. It felt so good being appreciated like this and feeling worth it. You could feel your wetness on his mouth and tongue, as well on his beard as you cupped the side of his cheeks, but it just made everything much better than it already was. You moaned into his mouth, wanting to taste him everywhere as well.

You slightly pulled away.

"It's my turn," you said out, trying to move but John stopped you in your movements.

"This night is about you, baby girl," he said and he pinned you against the bed as you tried to move again. "Ah-ah," he added, stopping you and holding you in place. You were unable to release from his grip, but at this point, you did not even want to. Your breath caught up in your throat, feeling his hips grinding against your wet area. Gosh, you wanted him so badly and the fact that he held you down made you even more insane. He could see your eyes lighting with something new. "Did you like that?" he teased, holding you in place while he added soft kisses to your collarbone. You started to shiver at his touch, but you were unable to move as he held you strongly.

"Jonathan…" you breathed out again and he started to chuckle, releasing you.

"I love when you say my name," he said, tilting your face towards his, so he could give you a kiss which was different from before. It was still passionate, but soft which could say much more than words. "I can't wait to hear you say it over and over again," he added, unbuttoning his suit which was still on him. You grabbed his shirt, trying to help him so he could be inside of you as fast as possible.

The sight of him unbuckling his belt made your mouth water. As I have mentioned before, he could read you like an open book. He saw how your eyes lit up with excitement. So instead of pushing away the belt, he grabbed your wrist to tie them together with it.

"Is this okay?" he asked you though, before making it tight.

"Sure, yes, please" you muttered, and he started to chuckle again. To be honest, you haven't seen him being this liberated and happy with anyone else before and it made your heart filled with happiness. He was even more beautiful when you heard that low laugh of his.

"If something is wrong, just tell me," he said, freeing himself from his pants as well in the meantime grabbing a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. The way he coated his member with his hands made you even more insane. He grabbed your neck even before you could react to anything. He was so fast, but he gave you a soft kiss while he positioned himself between your legs.

He could not really hold himself back, but the fact that he did not want to hurt you made him slow down his actions. He slowly rubbed his head against your clit, giving a tease what you will get in a few seconds.

He started to push inside of you, but due to his length and thickness, you started to hiss at the sudden pain. He looked at you with true concern in his eyes.

"If it hurts, we can stop," he said, but you did not want him to stop. Because as much as it hurt, it made you fill with pleasure as well.

"No, it's okay," you added, but you were kind of breathless. He just nodded, giving you a soft kiss on the lips while he slowly and carefully tried to move a little bit to the side as well as slowly in and out till you adjusted to his length. He tried not to moan though, you were so tight around him that it already started to twitch his cock with hunger.

"Fuck, Y/N.," he said, also breathlessly while he started to move a little bit faster than before. As you get used to his size, the pain started to disappear, and incredible enjoyment started to fill your body. He buried his head into the crook of your neck as he started to thrust into you, while you hooked your leg around his waist to pull his whole size into you.

"Fuck me, Jonathan," you said and he did not need any more courage. He started to fuck you mercilessly, hitting you all the right places so your walls already started to clench around him. He was feeling everything, he liked the way you took his dick, how your body took his cock deeper and deeper inside of you.

As he started to lose control, he still wanted to be gentle to you because hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do. But he could not stop grabbing your neck, his fingers lingering around your throat hazily as he bumped into you faster than before.

"Johnathan" you cried out as you were overwhelmed with pleasure, your second orgasm already on its way. You felt the similar sensation building up inside of your stomach, your heart racing in your ear. This was too much. Being tied up, him inside of you as well as his hands around your neck…

Before you could realize, John sucked his thumb into his mouth and made its way on your clit to add to your building fire. You started to whimper, but he held you in place.

"Cum for me, baby girl," he said again, and you did. His words were like magic on you. Working perfectly as he was still thrusting into you. However, he was close as well. His movements started to become sloppy and his moans started to become louder. It surprised you how vocal he was, but you really liked it. It showed how much he enjoyed fucking you.

"Fuck…" he said, moaning other curse words and your name as he released his juices and dissolved into pleasure. He suddenly collapsed on you, biting you on the neck as he buried his head inside of it.

You were dizzy, your legs were shaking around his waist, feeling intoxicated just thinking about how much pleasure John gave you. And it was just the beginning of the night. You could not wait to taste him as well, or having another round with him in a different position. You wanted to try everything with him because he made you feel things like you never felt before. And you really hoped you could.

When John collected himself, he interlaced his lips with yours. His eyes shining with love and adoration.

"Next time, you should take me to dinner at least," you said and he looked at you with big eyes.

"How dare you…." he started. "You insisted on, let me quote you, fucking you," he said and this sentence was so much hotter from his mouth.

"Yes, and I really enjoyed that," you added, smiling.

"Me too," he said, brushing a soft kiss against your lips.

The two of you were kissing for a few minutes before he pulled away.

"I would like to take you out for a real date though," he started. "As well as ‘fucking you' countlessly and trying out new things, if you want to," he added with a chuckle.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Wick," you answered. "I would really like that."

"What did you just say?" he asked back, with a dark and sinful tone in his voice.

"Mr. Wick."

"Before that."

"Sir…?" you asked, did not know what he was referring to.

"Fuck, baby girl," he grunted in a very dangerously low voice. "I think we found a new thing," he said before crushing a passionate kiss to you.

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CH. 6: DELETED SCENE

wassup my loves!! it’s been a month since the last instant crush chap, and i feel so crappy that i haven’t been able to give y’all anything sooner. i have a part of chapter six that i wrote and then got rid of, but i thought: “instead of deleting it, why not post it as something separate?” so that’s what imma do! give you all something to tide over the wait till chapter seven. it’s short and sweet (and unedited :p) but pls take this as a peace offering 💕 

SUNDAY

Sundays are lazy days for Clementine. They always have been. She'll wake up to the muffled sounds of the vacuum cleaner seeping underneath her door. She'll go downstairs to find Lee vacuuming the living room, singing along to the crooning of the television.

Undoubtedly on the 80s music channel.

He'll greet her before she pours herself a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. That bowl of cereal will accompany her in her room as she works on homework until A.J wakes up and demand she join him in watching the newest episode of his latest cartoon obsession. They'll spend quite some time like this—curled up on the couch together—until Lee makes A.J clean his room and start on his forgotten homework. Then Clem is left to her own devices.

Most teenagers are out with friends on Sundays. Some have extracurricular activities that keep them busy during the weekends. More often than not, Clem has nothing.

This Sunday is the same.

With only four months left in the school year, it’s too late to join any clubs. She contemplates texting Ruby and seeing what she’s up to, but decides against it for fear of coming off as clingy. The idea to text Sophie appears in her mind for a split second and disappears just as quick.  

No, instead she resolves to help Lee with laundry because… why not?

She’s folding A.J's shirts when her phone loudly vibrates on top of the dryer. Lee is separating the dark and light clothing when his head jerks up at the harsh sound.

Clem grabs her phone and checks the notification. Lee's watchful eye has her controlling her expression, but she can't stop the small smile that breaks through.

[3:16pm Louis] U ever feel like ur brain is melting out ur ears?

[3:16pm Louis] Bc that's me doing my calc hwk rn

She shoots a quick reply back and continues to fold A.J's shirts—periodically stopping to reply to Louis.

The cold loneliness she felt melts away. He’s so easy to talk to. She was nervous to text him after Saturday night, not wanting to disturb him. According to everyone, Louis is a social butterfly. He probably has plenty of people vying for his attention.

So she's pleasantly surprised he texted her at all.

She doesn't miss the way Lee watches her out of the corner of his eye. If he’s curious about who she’s talking to, he doesn’t say anything, choosing to stay silent.

She's grateful for that. She doesn't know how many more times she can say “a friend from school” before he insists on knowing who.

The texts continue long after she's done with the laundry. They're still going strong, even after the sun bleeds a deep orange into the sky and disappears behind the horizon. It's nearing six o'clock when she realizes they've been talking for two hours—going on three.

She only peels her eyes away from her phone when A.J appears at her door with his arms folded. “Who're you talking to?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Louis,” she answers, sitting at her desk. Two new speech bubbles pop up on her screen as Louis replies.

A.J gasps and rushes to her, gripping the back of her chair as he peers over her shoulder. “Can I say hi?”

“I'm texting him, A.J.” Clem holds up her phone so he can glimpse at the bubbles of text. “I'll let him know you said hi, though.”

A.J frowns in confusion. “Why not just call him?” Before she can register what's happening, A.J snatches the phone out of Clem's hand and presses the button to video call Louis.

“Whoa—! A.J!” Clem twists around in her chair and reaches for her phone, but A.J is too fast. He darts away from her, holding the phone above his head.

“A.J, I swear—” Clem lunges for the phone at the exact moment Louis picks up the call.

She stops mid-action when his face takes up the majority of her screen. “Hey,” he says, looking slightly puzzled but still smiling. “If I had known you wanted to video call I would've—oh, you're not Clem.”

The phone is maybe four inches from A.J's face. “Hi, Louis!” the kid exclaims with a huge grin plastered on his face.

Louis says, “Hey, A.J!” Then adds, “You're a little close to the camera there, buddy. I can only see your forehead.”

A.J stretches out his arm so the phone is farther away. “Better?”

“Yup, better.”

Clem simmers off to the side, out of the camera's view. A.J can be a real pain sometimes.  

“So, uh, is Clem there? Or did you steal her phone?”

“Clem's here!” Before she can tell him no, A.J is shoving the phone in her face. “Say hi, Clem!”

She was not prepared to see anyone today, let alone Louis of all people. For one, she's still in her pajamas--which consists of an old, faded college shirt from Lee and grey sweats—and her hair is a mess. She's not one to fret over appearances, but this is a bit much. She wills her cheeks to remain their normal shade as she greets him with a wave. “Hey, Louis.”

“Hi, Clem.” He appears to be in his room—if the bed and books are anything to go by. He's wearing a white t-shirt, looking relaxed. “I'm assuming A.J is the one who called me?”

“He—”

A.J turns the phone towards himself, interrupting her with his own sentence. “Yeah! I wanted to say hi.”

Louis chuckles. “I'm flattered. How are you, little man? Doin’ okay?”

“Mhm,” A.J hums. “Can I show you my Monster Alliance collection?”

Louis blinks, caught off guard. “S-Sure thing.”

Clementine stands behind A.J and rests her chin on his shoulder so their heads are side by side. She mouths, “I'm sorry” to Louis, unbeknownst to her little brother. Louis’ mouth twitches in a smirk.

“Lemme show you my room,” A.J says before he's off, gallivanting out of Clem's room and down the hallway.

“Don't hog the phone, A.J!” She calls after his retreating form. “I need it back!”

“I won't!”

Poor Louis. Clementine laughs inwardly, comparing his situation to a prisoner being carried away against their will. She's sat through one of A.J's Monster Alliance lectures before—they're not short. The kid knows enough information about the game to conduct his own class on it.

It's a good thing Louis is kind enough to listen. However, Clem finds herself restless in the absence of their conversation. She wishes A.J didn't have to interrupt their conversation.

Chatting with Louis was the highlight of her Sunday. Clem doesn't remember the last time she felt so comfortable talking to someone who wasn't her immediate family.

Yes, she's comfortable with Ruby, Omar, and Aasim—but there's an uninhibited comfort that can't be explained with Louis.

It softens her—makes her feel mellow.

But now she has to wait for A.J to finish talking to him and who knows how long that'll take.

So she pulls out her notebook and starts studying for her biology quiz because now's as good a time as any.

An hour full of microfilaments and microtubules passes before A.J barrels into her room a second time.

“So Vextaur doubles as a support and a defender,” Louis' voice comes from the phone in A.J's hand.

“Yup,” A.J says. “But a lot of players only use Vextaur as a support. That leaves their backline open for attack.”

Clem furrows her brows, not understanding a word of their conversation.

“Wow, I gotta remember that. Good tip, A.J,” Louis says.

“I can show you how to play next time you come over!” A.J stands next to Clem while she sits on her bed. He covers the screen with his hand and whispers, “Can you invite Louis over so we can play Monster Alliance?”

Clem snorts. “He can still hear you, A.J.”

“Please, Clem!” A.J begs.

“I’ll come over soon, little guy, I promise,” Louis says, his face still blocked under A.J’s hand.

A.J removes his hand to show his sudden grin. “Okay!”

“A.J!” Lee’s deep voice travels from downstairs. “Come here!”

Clem and A.J glance at each other in question. He hands the phone to Clem as he says, “I have to go! Bye!”

“Alright! See you, buddy!” is Louis’ farewell. A.J is gone in a second, leaving Clem in her room by herself.

“I’m so sorry,” Clem says, situating herself against her pillows. “How was A.J’s lesson?”

Louis seems to have his phone propped on something because both of his hands are free as they drag down his face. “My head hurts.”

Clem laughs. She knows that feeling.

[duskholland]

Break His Heart - Harrison Osterfield

Summary: It seemed simple in the moment: complete a task, gain monetary reward... But in reality? Breaking a stranger’s heart is about to get a whole lot more complicated than you’d bargained for...

Word count: 6.4k (lads we’re going on a journey together pls buckle up)

Warnings: Bit of swearing, heavy on the angst, heavy on the fluff. Talks of sexual activity, but nothing detailed. Bish bash bosh.

A/N: So! This is crazy! I subconsciously channelled some serious PLL/A vibes as I wrote this, but promise it shouldn’t get as cringey as that show lmao. Is this the most fun I’ve had writing all year? You betcha. I’ve never written for Harrison before, so I’m actually bloody terrified that the work I put into this is going to go unread, so please... Read, reblog, comment... I’m dying to hear some responses to this!

This was written as my contribution to @spxderbarnes ‘ writing challenge! My theme was money, and I honestly had the best time writing this. Thanks so much for hosting such a fun challenge Em! Hope ya like this <3

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It’s a bad idea. You know it’s a bad idea.

It’s unfair. Manipulative. Completely despicable. You know you shouldn’t, yet…

“A hundred quid?!” You echo, eyes wide. You can feel your pulse quicken just from the thought of having that extra cash in your bank account. “Are you… Are you sure?”

The girl nods. You can’t really make out the features of her face, but you know she’s blonde, about six foot tall, and called Freya. She pulled you aside a little earlier in the night, started feeding you shots, and now you’re here; hustled together in the back corner of the club, speaking in hushed shouts. Your mind is fuzzy, but you can understand what she’s asking all the same.

“One hundred pounds,” she confirms, grinning slyly. “All you have to do is break his heart. If you do a good job, I might be tempted to increase it.”

Oh, now she’s really got you hooked.

“And he’s that one in the corner?” You check, turning slightly. With a hand, you gesture loosely to the other side of the club where there’s a group of lads standing together, laughing hysterically over something unimportant. The man in question wears a red varsity jacket, has a coiffed blond quiff, and every time he moves, the rings wrapped around his fingers glint beneath the strobe light.

“Harrison,” she confirms, spitting the name through pursed lips. She releases a noise that sounds a little like a hiss. “Can you do it?”

You nod slowly, thoughts swirling through your mind. You’re not a mean person - not by any means - but the thought of that extra money…

“Yeah, I’ll do it. Just… Why?”

Freya’s eyes betray nothing as she offers you her hand. “Doesn’t matter.”

You wrap your fingers in hers, ignoring the whirring sirens pounding through your head. Her grip is warm and firm as you shake on it, and when you pull away, your heart feels considerably heavier.

“I’ll text you in the morning,” she says, voice cool. “You have a month.”

And before you have time to let your doubts manifest further, she slips away, sashaying across and out of the club in a bright red dress. As she goes, you notice the way Harrison turns to stare at her, his eyes following her as a shadow of regret travels across his face. She slips out a moment later, and as if realising he’s the subject of an incredibly inquisitive stare, Harrison turns and spots you, your eyes meeting for a brief moment before you turn away, embarrassed.

His gaze stays on you for a moment. When you look back, you catch the end of it, and watch as his expression stays blank, unyielding, dismissive, before he turns away and goes back to his friends. You can’t help but frown.

Maybe seducing Harrison is going to be harder than you’d first imagined…

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The following morning you wake to a flurry of texts and a heart full of regret. Top of them all is Freya, her texts causing you to groan loudly.

Freya: Harrison always goes out on a Wednesday morning to the cafe on Parker Street. I think you should go there when you wake up. Freya: Just in case you’re thinking of backing out, remember we shook on it. £100 is yours if you last the month. Freya: I want a big, dramatic breakup too. He needs to be destroyed.

You look at your room, noting the peeling wallpaper, dirty carpet stains and heaps of old clothes stacked in piles. Guilt mixes with regret, but you know you can’t back out; not only did you agree to do it, but you need the money. Your bank account has £1.12, with rent due again at the end of the month. You can’t miss up an opportunity like this, not as a broke university student drowning in student loans.

So it’s with much reluctance that you get up and pull on some clean clothes, grab a quick breakfast bar, and vault out of your flat, beginning the short walk to the café a few streets away. It’s a busy January morning, the air holding a sharp bite of cold, so you’re relieved to push yourself into the café and feel the swell of warm air wash over you. You flex your fingers as you get into the queue, finishing up prodding your frozen cheeks as you try to get your circulation moving again.

Thankfully fate seems to be on your side this morning. Just as you’re going up to collect your tea, you look around and see Harrison nestled away in a corner booth, a large laptop set up on the wooden table. You startle, somehow not expecting to see him, and feel a bunch of nerves take hold of your body. You wrap your shaking fingers around your tea and attempt to put them aside as you slowly walk towards him, knowing the sweet promise of £100 lies in your ability to hit it off after this first conversation.

He looks up as you approach, pale blue eyes meeting yours. An instinctive smile twitches over your lips as you gesture at the free seat across from him.

“Hey,” you start, stumbling over your words a little, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

His eyes sweep the rest of the café, no doubt taking in the multiple free tables.  A beat passes, and then much to your surprise and imminent relief, he nods. His mouth returns the quiet grin. “Yeah, ‘course.” He reaches out and moves stacks of paper aside, the glint of his ring catching your eye. “I’m Harrison.”

You slip down into the seat, giving him your best welcoming smile. “Y/N,” you reply. You feel your heartbeat slow as he closes his laptop, giving you his undivided attention. Going by the open inquisition in his eyes, he doesn’t seem to remember you from the night before.

“What brings you here then, Y/N?” He asks, voice smooth. He runs a hand through his loose blond curls, tongue slipping out to wetten his lower lip, and for the first time, you find yourself thinking that he looks cute.

“A friend recommended it to me,” you explain. You pause to take a quick sip of your tea. “It’s lovely here.” You gesture at the large windows, vintage furniture, and end with a cheeky wave in his direction. “So many different things to look at.”

Harrison’s eyes glint with amusement as he laughs, the rich sound bouncing around the room. “It’s a lot nicer since you walked in,” he replies, causing you to giggle. A warm silence envelopes you both, until, “Right, I’m going to go get another coffee.” He ambles up slowly, a large grey hoodie drowning out his figure. He meets your eyes, and the intensity you find in them causes a shiver to travel down your spine. “Don’t go anywhere, please,” he adds, voice softer.

You nod and he walks off to join the queue, occasionally looking back at you to smile or wave.

Just from that, you can tell you’ve had partial success. He’s hooked, and it’s only been a few minutes. Now you just have to reel him in…

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It goes well. Really well. Your meeting at the coffee shop morphs into a walk around your local park before ending back at the cafe, the both of you chatting like old friends - or, if you include the flirting in your evaluation, old lovers.

You end up walking down the street towards your flat, your arm nudging against Harrison’s, with real butterflies racing in your heart. For the past few hours, you’ve forgotten your objective: to seduce him before breaking his heart; you’ve simply been living in the moment, and now you’re realising that he’s actually the type of guy you’d go for.

Your breath crystallises in the air as you move beside him, edging closer and closer to your flat. When you reach it, you can’t help but frown, disappointed that your time with Harrison has come to an end. You feel like you were just beginning to know him.

“Right,” you murmur, stilling by the entrance. You look at Harrison, a smile on your face. “This is me. Thanks so much for bringing me back.”

He’s close to you - really close - still wearing that grey hoodie and a pair of dark-washed jeans. A teasing smile lies over his lips as he tilts his head a little to the side, eyes alight with mischief.

“Not gonna say goodbye, love?”

And you laugh, but move closer. A moment of hesitation takes you, only to be washed away when his hands wrap around your waist and he tugs you closer, his body heat seeping through you. Your hands move up, fingers nestling in his curls, and before you know it, you’ve got your lips on his, moving slowly, testingly. He pushes back, deepening the kiss, and though it’s brief, his lips are warm and wet and lovely.

You dive in for a quick peck of his cheek before moving back, face warming considerably as he watches you move towards the large entrance doors, winking obviously.

“Call me!” He hollers after you.

“Will do!”

And then you’re inside, hurrying up to your flat before you can turn back and make a fool of yourself. As soon as you’re back within the safety of your place, you flop down on your sofa and immediately whip out your phone, opening a conversation with Freya.

Y/N: I don’t think I can do this. Harrison’s a good guy, I don’t want to hurt him.

Plus, you’re kinda hoping you can have a relationship with him. It’s only been a few hours, but you know already that he’s someone you could have a great time with.

You only have to wait thirty seconds for a response.

Freya: You don’t know him like I do. Trust me, he’s not a good person. You agreed to this tho, Y/N. I’ll put it up to £200 if I have to.

It’s as if pound signs flash in front of your eyes as you stare at the number, your gaze then moving back to the broken coffee table in front of you. Fuck, you really need that cash…

What’s one boy, anyway? So what if you have a spark with Harrison? There have been people before him, and there will be people after too. It’s not like you need to have him, longterm.

Y/N: Fine. I’ll follow it through. I’m not happy with this tho.

Freya: Good.

And then you quickly delete the conversation and open a new one with Harrison. As you settle into easy conversation with him, you focus on pushing the guilt from your heart.

It’s not technically lying to him, right? You do like him - your heart does flutter a little whenever your phone buzzes with a new text; you did want to kiss him, and you did enjoy it. You can still have a real relationship with him, it’ll just have an invisible timer strapped to the end of it. There’s nothing wrong with that... Right?

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Three weeks later you’re over at Harrison’s, and as you stare at the ceiling of his bedroom, recovering your breath, you know you’re absolutely fucked.

It’s spiralled. Everything has spiralled. Your heart, your feelings, your relationship… Fuck. You’ve really messed up.

The bedroom door opens and closes with a soft click, disrupting your thoughts. “Here’s some water,” Harrison greets, voice smooth. He’s wearing a pair of sweats, his sculpted upper half bare and glistening from the warm light of his bedside lamp. His hair lies messily over his skull, his eyes soft and gentle, and he helps you up as you sit up against his headboard, pulling sheets around your naked form.

“Thank you,” you whisper, taking a long sip from the glass. Once you’ve drained it, you put it down on a coaster and reach for your discarded t-shirt, pulling that over your head before Harrison can see anymore of you.

Speaking of the man that’s worked your heart into knots, he’s sat on the end of your bed, watching you with a large grin on his face.  “Are you alright?” He asks, scratching his jaw with his slender fingers. “Did you- I guess, did you have a good time?”

You grin lazily, nodding along. “I had a great time.” And you did. You really did.

He was kind and warm and gentle, taking his time to make sure you were well looked after. You felt seen - for the first time in months, it felt as though someone actually saw you and decided they cared for you, and he made you feel really fucking nice. It also felt nice, and now it’s as though your body is overcome with a gentle tingling warmth, and a need to burrow your way into his arms and stay there forever.

Harrison’s a great guy. Truly. Amazing.

Which is why the fact you have to break things off in a week for money is not exactly sitting well with you.

“I’m so glad,” he murmurs, voice quiet. He begins to move up the bed, expression warm. “Can I come up here?”

You shuffle a little to the side, patting the warm spot invitingly. Harrison moves up, and the both of you end up laying down, the lamp flickering off until it’s just you, Harrison, and a darkened room. He begins to speak quietly, his hushed tones driving the dagger further into your heart.

“You know… When I met you the other week, I wasn’t sure where this was going to go, but I never thought we’d end up here.” His hand slips beneath the duvet, catching yours. He links your fingers together and squeezes gently. “But I- And I don’t want to scare you or come on too strongly, or anything, because I know it hasn’t really been that long, love, just-” He pauses, laughing quietly. “I like you, Y/N. A whole lot more than I’d bargained for when you first sat down at my table.”

And you smile sadly because you feel exactly the same. You’d seen the promise of £100 in Harrison’s eyes, but now you can see months and years of happiness in his heart. You can see your relationship progressing, and progressing, and progressing, and-

You can’t do this anymore.

“Is my phone just there?” You mumble, momentarily disregarding all that Harrison’s said. He fumbles for a moment before passing you the device. “Thank you.”

Y/N: I’m not doing this anymore. You can keep the money, it’s not worth it.

You put your phone down before rolling back over, pushing your way into Harrison’s arms and pressing a kiss to his collarbones. You drag your lips over his skin, a smile growing as he chuckles, his arms going to hold your waist.

“I like you a lot too,” you mumble against his skin. You tilt your head and blink up at him, the darkness obscuring all but his lazy grin. Your lips find his and you kiss him until your heart feels warmer.

Your phone bings, disrupting your thoughts.

Freya: You promised. You can’t back out now. Freya: But if you’re determined, I guess it’ll still hurt him to know you only started going out with him for money.

You feel your blood run cold.

“Do you, uh, know someone called Freya?” You ask. Because it’s been playing on your mind for a while, really; why does she want to hurt Harrison? What happened between them that was so intense it forged a path of darkness in her heart?

He stills, halting the circles he was drawing on your lower back. “Yeah.” He sounds harder. “She’s my ex.”

You feel your jaw slacken. “Oh…”

“She thought I cheated on her, but I wouldn’t ever do that to someone.” His voice clips around the edges, his hot breath landing on your forehead. “She took some texts completely out of context and blew up before I could explain them.” He pauses, sighing. “It was a very messy breakup.”

A month ago, you might’ve been inclined to believe Freya: you did, in fact, when she’d looked you in the eyes and told you Harrison deserved to have his heart broken. And it makes sense now: she’d been hurt by him, and wanted him to feel an ounce of that heartache. But that’s wrong.

Anger flares in your chest.

Y/N: You need to move on. This isn’t healthy.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that,” you whisper, picking up one of Harrison’s hands. You play with his fingers. “She doesn’t sound very nice.”

“No, she wasn’t, in the end.” He brings your hand to his mouth and leaves a soft kiss to the back of it. “‘S alright now, though. I’ve moved on, found someone… Someone really special. That’s all in the past now.”

You hum quietly.

Freya: I will.

Freya: But I’m still going to tell him.

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A tantalising few weeks follow.

Freya ignores your texts and calls, leaving you completely in the dark over her next actions. You’re left an anxious mess, terrified that every text is going to be one from her, lording her power over your head, or one from Harrison, his words seething as he curses you out for playing with his heart.

And you know you should tell him. Of course you should tell him. But actually opening your mouth, looking him in the eye and telling him that you only gave him a second look because of a bribe is too hard; you know Harrison well enough now to recognise that his pride is strong and his head firm. He won’t appreciate learning about this - especially given the fact that it’s been six weeks and you’ve had ample opportunity to fess up.

You can’t tell him. Not after all this time. Maybe not ever.

Harrison: I’m outside. You coming?

You look down at your screen, sighing loudly. After responding affirmatively, you snatch one final glance in the mirror and smooth down your dress. It’s one of Harrison’s friend’s birthdays today, and you were invited as Harrison’s plus one to go out clubbing with the group. You spent hours getting ready, yet still you feel something off in the air. You pout at your reflection, trying to isolate what it is that’s wrong about the atmosphere, but you can’t quite put a finger on it.

After shrugging on a large jacket and grabbing your bag, you leave your grotty flat and hurry outside, quickly slipping into Harrison’s passenger seat. He turns his head just in time to meet your lips, and you kiss him quickly as your heartbeat twirls around your chest, your mind clearing, lifting, releasing. You really like him.

“Missed you,” he murmurs, mouth brushing yours. You pull away, beaming at him as you sit back.

“I missed you too,” you return. You pull out a mirror and start to tidy up your lipstick as Harrison pulls out into traffic and starts the journey to the club. “So who’s this friend again?”

“Tuwaine,” he responds, voice smooth. You look at him, marvelling at the strength of his side profile as his eyebrows pull together in concentration. “You’ll meet all the gang, though. And probably a few others.”

“Who can I expect to meet?”

He hums. “Tom, Harry, Sam, Nick, Rory, Wallis, Sai, Sophie, Freya-”

“Freya?!” You feel your lipstick slip through your fingers, your eyes rounding in alarm as your heartbeat suddenly spikes.

“Oh, yeah…” Harrison looks a little sheepish. “It should be okay, though. She texted me the other week to apologise for her actions, ‘said she wants to go back to being friends actually.” He glances quickly to you, eyebrows pulled together. “Sorry, I probably should’ve told you I was talking to my ex.”

You hum, feeling a little lightheaded. “No, no, that’s okay.”

It’s not okay.

As if on cue, your phone vibrates against your leg. You pull it out, sucking in a quiet breath of air as your eyes scan the lines.

Freya: Heard you’ll be here tonight. Can’t wait to see you again.

“Fuck,” you mutter, quickly turning off your phone with slippery fingers.

“What- Y/N, are you alright?”

You’re at a red light, so Harrison’s able to reach over the console and push at your shoulder, his eyes concerned. You blink a few times before realising you’re sitting there shaking, your jaw slack, eyes wide and frozen. As you work on relaxing your posture, Harrison edges the car closer to the club.

“I need to tell you something,” you mutter. Then, a little louder, “Harrison, I- I’m really sorry.”

“What happened?”

The car slows, and it’s with a low gasp that you realise you’ve arrived. Harrison pops up out of his seat and moves around the car, and before you know it, you’re being hauled out of the passenger seat and into his arms, the two of you standing there swaying slowly in the club car park. It’s so ridiculous that you almost want to laugh.

“I- I didn’t want it to end up being this fucked up,” you start, pulling back from his shoulder. He loops his fingers with yours, his other shifting up to cup your cheek. You press against his touch, aching to feel his warmth smother your body, and knowing that this might be the last time he holds you this delicately.

“What is it?” He murmurs, coaxing softly.

You look at him, and you decide to say it. Just...spell it out for him, once and for all, before Freya can swoop in and steal your moment. This is your mess, after all. It should be you to tell Harrison what you’ve done.

“I’ve already met Freya-”

There’s a loud clip-clop of high heels, and you startle when you feel a large tap on your back. You turn, shifting out of Harrison’s hold as you see the woman behind you. Blond, tall, menacing.

You want to cry.

“Looks like I almost missed the party,” she says, raising a hand in greeting. Her eyes flicker over to yours. “You told him yet, hun?”

You can feel Harrison tense up behind you and instinctively move back to wrap your hands around his arm.

“Fuck off,” is all you have to say. “You don’t… You don’t have to do this.”

She shrugs. “I just thought he should know the truth. Maybe at first I wanted this for revenge, but now I just want the best for Harrison.” Her beady eyes shift onto your lover, and you feel a shudder pass down your spine. “He deserves to know what kind of person he’s getting into bed with.”

Harrison’s attention shifts down to you as he steps away, shaking you off his arm. “What is she talking about?” He asks, voice stippled with confusion. “Is this what you were just trying to tell me?”

“Harrison, she’s not- it’s not- she’s going to try and manipulate the situation, I swear, I didn’t ever-”

“-Y/N only gave you a second look because I bribed her. With money. Your entire relationship exists because I was paying her to seduce you.” And she looks all smug stood up there, arms crossed over her chest, eyes glinting. “Of course I called it off the next day as soon as I realised how selfish that was, but she insisted that she’d get her money. Now we’re here, six weeks later.”

Harrison’s face changes a few times. First, he looks bewildered, then concerned, then hurt, then…

“What the fuck.” He jerks his arm away from you and whips his head around to stare at you, jaw open, eyes flaming. “You’re being paid to date me?!”

You reply with a cracking no just as Freya nods her head.

“Yes,” Freya chimes. “You want to know how much you mean to her? £100. That’s all it took.”

You want to cry, but one look at her smug face has your hackles rising. If you’re going to go down, you may as well try to rectify your errors. “Harrison, it’s not like that,” you jump in, voice harrowed. “She didn’t ever call it off, I did, and she- she set this all up, it wasn’t like that, I just-”

“So you’re not even going to deny it?” He’s staring at the ground, voice utterly dejected.

“I tried to call it off-”

“But you agreed to it?” His gaze snaps up to yours, hurt coating every part of his face. You feel your heart splinter in your chest as you see tears blurring his waterline. “You only came and sat with me because she promised to pay you?”

You sniff loudly, nodding quickly.

“How much of our relationship was just a lie?”

You step forward, trying to slip your fingers into his, but he dodges you instead. “None of it was a lie, Harrison. I texted her the moment I got home after that first date. I- I really like you, truly-”

“Oh, leave it.” Harrison pulls his key out of his pocket and unlocks his car, eyes blazing. He looks to Freya. “You know, I tried to fix things with you but you couldn’t ever trust me. I didn’t want to hurt you.” His eyes shift to you, and you feel a tear roll down your cheek at the depths of absolute betrayal swimming there. “And you…” He jerks open his car door. “Don’t ever contact me again. I can’t believe someone could be this manipulative and cruel.”

And you want to beg him to hear you out, but he’s already in his car, and before you can shake the shock from your bones, he’s reversing out of the space and driving away, his car leaving a trail of exhaust that rattles your throat. Your fingers dig into your cheeks as you cry softly, your heart shattering.

“Well… Sorry.” Freya’s speaking again, and you want to throttle her. “He had to get his heartbroken somehow, and you refused to break up with him, so what was I supposed to do?”

You turn on her, shaking your head bitterly. “Haz- Haz is the nicest person I’ve met in my life. He didn’t deserve that.”

She shrugs. “Whatever, I got what I wanted.” She turns around. “I’m going in. I’ll tell the others neither of you will be making an appearance.”

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The next few days are difficult.

First and foremost, Harrison ignores your messages. Every time you try to text or phone him, he just ignores you. He blocks you on Instagram, Snapchat and Twitter, and apparently enlists the help of his friends too as you’re unable to contact any of them either. You’re left utterly iced out, and are forced to knock around your empty, disgusting flat by yourself for a week, wallowing completely.

Seven days of crying, eating and generally feeling sorry pass before you decide to do something about the situation. Guilt has replaced all else, and now you know that you have to see Harrison - if not to win him back, to explain yourself. You don’t want him to feel bad about the situation or doubt his worth.

So you pull yourself together just enough to walk to his flat one evening, practically vibrating from nerves. You don’t let them stop you, however, and march the whole way, not once faltering.

You know what you want, and you’re going to achieve it. No matter what.

You rap on Harrison’s door with determined fists and stand back, waiting. Seconds stretch to minutes, and just as you’re beginning to worry that you might be too late, the door swings open, and there he is.

Harrison, frowning. But Harrison nonetheless.

“What are you doing here?” He mutters, twiddling his ring. He hasn’t really looked at you, but you try not to let that phase you.

“We need to talk,” you beg. “Please can I come in?”

He hesitates. “Can you stay there?” He asks, voice soft. His shoulders are slumped and he has steep dark bags hanging beneath his eyes, and you feel your body throb sadly as you realise it’s your fault.

“Yeah, I- I’ll stay.” You take a moment to recompose yourself. “I thought you needed an explanation of everything. I don’t… I don’t expect you to want me back, or to even want to be friends because I know I hurt you, I just… I need to tell you that none of it is your fault.”

He continues to stare at the ground.

“When Freya asked me to break your heart, I didn’t even know who you were. You were only a face in a club, and I was drunk, and I needed the money. I didn’t know that you were a nice person, or that I’d end up actually liking you. When I started to catch feelings, I tried to pull out, but she wouldn’t let me.” You have to pause, taking time to diminish the heat growing in your voice. “As soon as I fell for you, I tried to put an end to it, Haz. Nothing… Nothing about our relationship was fake. I really liked you. I really like you. That’s just- just what I wanted to say.”

“You still dated me for money,” he mutters, voice dull. “You could’ve told me any time you wanted, yet you never did. That would’ve hurt less than hearing it from her.”

“I know.” You hang your head. “I just hope that someday you can understand. I didn’t do it to hurt you - I didn’t even know you when I agreed - I just needed money. I’m really, really fucking sorry I hurt you, and one day I hope you can forgive me.”

You wait for a few moments, hoping he’ll look up. Hoping he’ll say it’s okay. Hoping he can find it in his heart to forgive you.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he stands there, continuing to look at the floor, and after a minute of uncomfortable silence, you turn and walk away down his corridor. Your heart is still broken, but you feel less guilty; less horrible now that you’ve explained yourself. Your actions aren’t excused, but they’re explained, and you hope that will help Harrison.

You really do. After all you’ve put him through, the only thing you want is for him to be happy.

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Days stretch to weeks, and with no sign of Harrison reappearing, you try to move on.

It’s hard. You might’ve only dated him for a month and a half, but you saw him practically every day, and so there’s evidence of him embedded everywhere: your phone’s photo library contains picture after picture of him, both with and without you nestled up beside him; your wardrobe houses an array of his hoodies you can’t bear to give back; you look in the mirror each morning and subconsciously slide your fingers over your neck, drifting over all the points he’d enjoyed marking with his lips. He’s like an illness that you can’t quite shake, no matter how hard you try.

It’s early on a Wednesday morning in March when there’s a loud knock at your door. You’re bustling around your kitchen, making a cup of tea when you hear it, and quickly jump to pull it open, not caring about your just-rolled-out-of-bed appearance, nor the state of your untidy flat.

“Hi, sorry about- Harrison?!” And suddenly your hands are on your hair, combing through the unruly strands. You become hyper-aware of the fact that you’re stood there in his hoodie, looking like you were pulled through a hedge backwards. “What- What are you doing here?”

He looks good. Radiates a sort of confidence that has your back lengthening, straightening. His blue eyes drift over you, a semblance of a smile twitching over his mouth as he raises a hand in greeting. “Can I come in?”

You nod immediately. “Of course you can.” You shuffle out of the way and let him inside your flat. “Sorry it’s messy,” you mumble. With wide eyes, you realise this is the first time Harrison’s ever visited; before, it was always you going over to his. “How’d you find out where I live?”

He slips out of his shoes and pushes his long brown coat up onto a peg, humming lowly. “Got it off Sair,” he explains, bringing in a mutual friend. “It’s not… not that messy,” he tries, eyes sweeping your flat.

You feel your cheeks warm. “It’s pretty bad,” you dispute. You guide him over to your sofas, thanking your past self for having the initiative to move the piles of mugs and plates that’d made home on the dodgy coffee table over the weeks since Harrison. You sit down on one end, pulling your legs beneath you as you look at him, your eyes unable to understand that he’s here: he came back. “What- What are you doing here? I mean, obviously I’m really glad you came over, just… Why?”

Harrison looks down at his hands, a few of his fingers going to play around with his ring. “I spoke to Freya again,” he mumbles. He looks up suddenly, eyes searching yours. “And I talked to some other people as well. ‘Was trying to figure out how I felt about everything.”

You nod along, trying to follow as best you can. It’s a little distracting, to have him sat so close, looking so good, but you’re trying. “What did she say?”

“Well…” He pauses to scratch his jawline. “Freya and I had a lot of air to clear, but I think she’s actually going to move on now. She showed me the text messages between you guys, and gave what I think is an accurate description of your actions.”

“Okay.” You continue to nod. This is… This is good, right? He doesn’t seem angry.

“So then I went and talked with some of the guys, tried to figure out where my head was at.” Harrison’s a little closer now, his eyes seeking yours more strongly. “I didn’t know how I felt about you.”

For a moment, you grow panicked. Maybe he’s just here to argue again, or to pull an apology from you. Maybe he wants closure. Maybe-

“I still want to try with you.” And there it is.

You can’t help but feel your eyes bulge. “You do?!”

He chuckles, nodding a bit. He slides further up the sofa and tentatively reaches down to pick up your hands, his lips arranged in a shy smile. “If you want to… I understand now. Whilst I don’t think it was a good thing to do, I understand you were only doing it for money.” His eyes flick around your flat, taking in the broken microwave, stained wallpaper and old carpet. “I know now that you tried to stop it when it got out of hand. And…” He’s peering up at you with gentle eyes. “I’d like to think what we have is pretty special.”

The relief is immediate and monumental. Harrison’s thumb strokes over the back of your hand as you blink back a few surprised tears, your heart beating slowly, deeply.

“Are you… Do you… Are you sure?” Is your first response, unbelieving that it’s just… that easy.

“Yeah.” He nods certainly, squeezing your fingers. “I like you so much, Y/N. If you- If you still want me, want this, then I’m all in.” His hand guides yours up, up, up, until you have your palm resting up against his heart. “When you left my flat the other week, you took a part of me with you.” His voice is dark, deep and silky, and it makes you so utterly happy that you find yourself scrambling closer.

He pulls you in, helping you settle yourself over his lap as your arms drape over his shoulders, his going to hold your waist. You bury your head in his chest as your eyes screw shut, and as the earthy scent of his expensive cologne drifts over you, you realise it’s all okay.

His lips spread a few kisses over the top of your head as he rubs your side, touch instilling warmth into your long-forgotten bones.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, pulling back from his chest to blink up at him. “Haz, fuck, I��m so sorry.”

He smooths his hands down your hair. “It’s alright, love. It’s already forgiven.” And then his eyes are drifting down to your lips, face lightening. “Could I kiss you?”

You nod, already moving up. His breath fans out over your face for a tentative moment as your lips lay stranded in the air, so close you can almost feel his mouth, waiting for some invisible cue to move. Your fingers slip up to fist his curls, and then he’s shifting in, his lips capturing yours in a deep, warming kiss. He keeps you anchored close, his hands hauling you in as the kiss grows in passion and intensity. Your mouths communicate all you fail to show, and as you enjoy the feeling of your lips moving as one, you try to tell him all you’ve been thinking: I’m sorry, I missed you, I think I might love you.

It’s perfect. Full of tender and emotion and love.

When you pull back, he cradles your cheek in his hand, blinking down at you through long lashes. A teasing smile finds his lips as he chuckles, his hands rubbing circles into your sides.

“Missed this,” he mumbles. He waits a moment, eyes skimming your face, growing in warmth. “I was thinking, and…” His fingertips skim over your cheekbones. “Would you be my girlfriend?”

Not for the first time, you feel like you’re going to cry. Just, this time, it’s a result of the tingling happiness in your heart. It feels as though the rips embedded inside the warm organ have healed; been stitched up by his large hands, soft lips, and gentle words. 

“I would love that,” you mutter. But still, “Are you sure, though?” You pull your eyes away from his face. “I really hurt you, Harrison. I don’t ever want to be the reason you’re sad.”

“Well, are you planning on dating me for money again?”

You shake your head, a smile replacing your frown.

“Then I think we’ll be alright.”

You nod, pressing a short kiss to his jaw. “I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you murmur against his neck. You spread a gentle scattering of kisses over his skin, dragging your lips up his face. You manage to leave a chaste peck on the end of his nose before he’s pulling you closer, stealing your lips in another deep kiss.

And things aren’t perfect, because life doesn’t really work out that way. But you’re warm and happy, and utterly content, and you’re being held in the strong arms of your boyfriend. And for the first time in months, it feels like life might work out alright, after all.

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Hello dear Sheep! Since you want it so bad, here's your BATIM ask: Norman, Shawn and Susie and Reader taking care of a bunch of orphan puppies and/or kittens. This is super cute, you can't deny!

(Pls someone do the same, I need more BATIM asksthank you :’) )

Shawn Flynn: 

Shawn is a very nice man, he gets excited with little kids and animals of all kind, there is no kid that he can’t befriend. He can even befriend little demons, so 2 to 5-year-old kids are no problem to him. ;)

And count the fact he’s a toymaker, little kids and animals love some good old plushie! Boris can say it himself. Everyone can be old in age but be a child in heart! So, it’s very normal that he loves baby animals.

When you said to him that you didn’t want kids he was…kinda devastated. We wanted kids since he has known himself. He would have been an excellent father and he’s pretty sure you have been an excellent parent as well! But hey, he just has to wait right? Everyone wants kids someday. 

It’s the 20′s, give him a break.

When you saw him down for a whole week, (even if he said various times that he was okay) you decided to make his parenthood dream reality. But not kinda exactly the way he was thinking about…

When he came home one day and saw a kitten and a puppy on your lap sleeping…his hearted stopped from the happiness. 

If he was a cartoon, his eyes would have stars on them.

You had never seen him so happy before, he was like a little kid with a new Christmas gift right in front of him, the one they have been talking about since July when people don’t even think about Christmas. 

He’s not a dad of a little human, but of two beautiful little animals. He’s so happy that he has you as his lover. Just you to have that kind of idea when everything around you seems hopeless. 

You swear with all your heart, he would have been the perfect father. He takes them for walks, he builds them toys to play with, he pets and plays with them for hours when he can. Heck, you even think that he cares more about the babies being near him sleeping than you being near him sleeping. He spoils them more than he spoils you!

Alright, that is a lie, sometimes the truth, but he can’t help it! They are like little balls of fur.

The only thing he really lacks is punishments. They are so cute that he evens forgets that they can be really naughty sometimes. You lost count of how many times your pets had nibbled the furniture and he said absolute nothing instead of scolding them. You’ll have to talk to him about that and scold him yourself. 

He’s very happy about this new life. You had, maybe, sacrificed your own peace to make him happy and he doesn’t believe that anyone besides you would have ever done the same thing. He’s very glad about having you in his life.

Norman Polk:

Alright, I’m pretty sure some of you have those relatives or parents in your life that “hated” animals and “I swear to God that if you bring any disgusting creature to our home, you and it will have to find a new place to live!” but then when you brought a pet, after 2 months or less they treated it better than they treat you.

So, that’s Norman.

He already has lots of work, you know! It’s not just Mister out-of-his-mind Drew that makes him want to pull out his own hair out of his head. Mister Sammy Lawrence is super annoying as well and the projectionist’s life would be way easier if everyone started to use their own common sense and worked together as a family instead of talking about each other behind closed doors (and even you cause him some headaches sometimes). 

One day, while he was drinking his tea at home, you got inside with a little black puppy in your arms. You claimed that you found him in a box outside the supermarket and decided to adopt him to bring a little more of joy into your household! Your love seems always so tired, maybe you and your new little son can help!

…Oh man, why.

It’s not that Norman doesn’t like animals, it’s just that he’s not the young guy he was 20 years ago and his patience is below hell now that Joey decided that would be a good idea to have an angel diva living in the studio. Besides, pets are just another annoyance in everyone’s life. They make messes everywhere, they poop on the floor, they fight with other pets, they destroy your furniture, they need too much attention and time and the list goes on for our Mr.Polk. But it seems that he will have to accept his fate, is not like he can kick you out because of the dog. 

(Because he even tried to convince you to not adopt the puppy but you threaten to leave as well if the dog left and he doesn’t want to lose his precious yet stubborn light of his life. Sooo here we go Norman, you can’t run from this one.)

At least you could have chosen other color. Black remembers him of that stinky ink, ugh.

At first, Norman didn’t really care about the new being living in your house. He didn’t pay attention to them and rarely petted or played with them. The newspaper seemed more interesting anyway. The only thing that he didn’t miss was his food. He can not like the pet at all but he’s not letting anyone starve under his own roof. About the walks he just gave the excuse of his legs being tired from work but that’s bullshit.

After a while, things got better. He started to play more with him, take him for walks, even taught him some cool tricks! He even asks you every day if your pet needs something so he can go to the supermarket and take care of it. Seems that your grumpy boy has now changed his view about animals and sees life with more happy colors instead of black and white. 

You are relieved that you change your man at least a bit. Your relationship/life has never been so good and you both love that dog like he is your own children! The only thing that would improve this whole new fantasy is Norman getting a job on a better studio. Things are starting to get suspicious there…

Susie Campbell:

Oh Susie, Susie…Susie. This dreaming big diva is very possessive of you, completely unintentionally! It’s not like she wants to be jealous of everything! It’s just…gosh, if you had her life, you would understand her side. 

So, as she knows she’s wrong in that matter, (even if she hates to admit when she’s wrong) she decided to change this way of being and decided to adopt a kitten! Y’know, you both live together and that kitty will always be with you two no matter what! It’s not like she can be jealous of a kitten for being with you! It’s a kitten! A pet! It’s impossible that she gets jealous of such cute thing!

Oh man, how wrong she was. 

It all started well. She bought the things behind your back so it would be a surprise and you never knew something was going on until the day you saw a tiny white ball sleeping in your couch. 

Heh, at least the money Susie was gaining from her job in that “cursed studio” like you called it has proven to be useful. After all, that smile in your lips and your shining eyes seemed to support her decision.~

You didn’t even think Susie was being serious when she asked you your opinion of having a little pet! You thought that it was to, like, know you even better or something! You were not suspecting at all two big eyes looking at you with curiosity! 

Yes! You were happy, Susie was happy, she hoped your new little girl was happy and everything just had to be the way Susie wanted so soon enough she could prove to herself that she can be a better person!

But not everything in life is perfect and, soon enough, Susie got caught in her own web.

You tried to do your best to give equal affection to both of them and you kind did well your job. But Susie is your girlfriend, so she should be getting all the attention! SHE’S THE LITTLE AND ADORABLE ANGEL HERE GODAMMIT!

Susie knows she’s wrong, it’s a kitten. Kittens and animals, in general, need attention like anyone of us. And she’s adorable! Who wouldn’t be in love with those little paws? But it feels like you love more that ball of fur than her! She knows that is not true, even if it feels like it for our angel. Why is she getting jealous of a pet????

You notice that Susie is quite down and thinking all the time when you are around her with your little daughter. It confuses you, Susie normally isn’t like that. Is something wrong? And if it is, why hasn’t she told you? You are there for her and she knows, at least you mentioned it to her. 

One day, you kinda “trapped” her in your bed, you on one side and the white kitty on the other, and order her to tell you what’s going on. Not completely at ease about the matter, she ended up telling you everything, very nervous and afraid of what you might think of her after this. Gosh, only a psycho would be jealous of a fluffy little creature. You hate her now, don’t you?

No, you don’t. You are used with Campbell’s possessiveness so it doesn’t surprise you at all that she’s jealous of your kitten. With your help, she will overcome this negative feeling and you will be the perfect family that anyone could ask for to your little kitty cat.

One of your favorite activities is too lay down together while cuddling and playing with your daughter on top of your bed. Lazy afternoons with cats are the best!

- mod sheep

[puckmatthews]

Goodbye - (a.m. imagine)

A/N: This is my first ever imagine/writing outside the classroom experience so pls be nice lol. All jokes aside pls let me know what you think and if you want a part 2 or not whatever you like. ps: I just started watching hockey so yeah. I kinda made up the whole game scenerio so yes idk

word count: 1,751

warning: cheating, heartbreak, couple swear words?

part 2

You were never a really big fan of crowds or being the center of attention. Just the way it was and would continue to be. You worked on it of course, took speech in college and had plenty of practice speaking in front of the class. It helped a bit when speaking with crowds but that didn’t change the fact that crowds still scared you. Everyday civilians like yourself weren’t accustomed to being followed and then pushed around and asked a hundred different questions a second. You should’ve known this would happened yet you were foolish enough to hope a mob wasn’t already waiting for your arrival. Auston really had done a number on this.

“Is it true?” “What can you say about the matter?” “Are you taking him back?” “Do you have any comments” “Are the pictures real or are you also going with them being Photoshop?” To say you were overwhelmed was the understatement of the century. Gosh, you really wish you were a more controversial person and didn’t freak over sticking up for yourself. Now you weren’t sure if you wanted to cry from the rumors you knew were about to be confirmed or over the vultures trying to pry answers from you. Halfway through trying, keyword trying, to reach the front door you felt an arm grab you. You were about to push them off when you noticed it was Mitch. You had never been more grateful and soon enough were been pulled through the crowd. The comments kept on coming and you just wanted to scream. Luckily Mitch wasn’t taking any of their noisy questions. “No comment. Now please leave her alone.” Once you stepped into the lobby you let out a deep breath. Your heart felt like it was about to shatter and you knew you were on the verge on tears. You refused to let them fall and much less for him. You knew he wasn’t worth it but god did it hurt. It hurt so damn much. It was getting hard to breath and just the thought that a couple floors above you there he was, probably without a care in the world, was making you contemplate running back out and taking a chance with the vultures. “Breath, it’s okay.” Mitch said grabbing your shoulders and looking into your eyes. You nodded and attempted to get some air into you lungs. Gosh, you hated this. The feeling of hopelessness. You hated this feeling. Your body shaking but there’s nothing to do but face it head on. That’s what your speech professor said anyway. Big girl panties, put on your big girl panties. You can do this, totally, no problem. You chanted to yourself. Looking up at Mitch you nodded ready to face the end. You hoped it was false. That somehow those pictures of your boyfriend in a heavy make out session that looked like it was leading somewhere else soon were Photoshop. Or it even a look-a-like but it was too damn hard to believe that. You really hoped that the past year you had spent with the most amazing guy wasn’t about to be shatter and come to an end. “Thanks for saving my ass out there by the way. I felt like I was going to go insane.” You whispered to Mitch as you ascended towards the 6th floor towards Auston’s room. “No worries. Sorry I couldn’t be there sooner.” He replied. “It’s okay. I’m not your responsibility. You didn’t have to but I appreciate it. Everything you’ve done. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend.” “Y/n-” “Don’t. Please don’t, Mitchy.” The bell rung signaling the arrival and the doors opened. Stepping into the hallway felt like you were carrying an extra twenty pounds on each foot. Mitch led you towards the end of the hall and the second to last door on the left. He knocked twice before opening it. You saw Auston stand from the couch as you followed Mitch in. You sucked in a breath. Even with stubble and his hair disheveled with wrinkles all over his shirt he couldn’t look more attractive. This was bad. You were supposed to hate him. You needed to hate him. “Hey” you said. You couldn’t help the small smile that covered your face. “Babe..” Auston walked towards you. “Thank you so much for coming.” You nodded and walked around him sitting on the couch across from where he was sitting just seconds before. “We should talk.” “I’ll be on the other room if you guys need anything.” Mitch said as he walked out the room. You needed answers. The same shrivel of hope you had left needed it. For your own well-being. “Are they real?” You asked. Auston ran his hands through his hair and then down his face. “It’s not like that.” “Just answer the question Aus. Please.” “Yes.” That word. That dumb three letter word destroyed you. “But it wasn’t that simple y/n, please.” You tried to hide in your sob but failed. And soon Auston rushed to you. “It was a mistake she meant nothing. I swear to you that it was nothing. You’re it, babe.” Shaking your head at his response you took a second to adsorb it all. “When?” “Y/n, we don’t have to do this.” He was looking at you with those eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes that you adored so much. Letting out a sigh, he replied, “Couple weeks ago. Maybe a month or so ago. I don’t know.” Doing some mental math you thought back to a month ago. “You had a playoff game that month. You ended up losing. I remember. You were so sad and angry, kept telling me that it was your fault that you lost. We didn’t talk long that night, you said you were going to have a couple drinks with the boys.” Grabbing drinks with the guys after games with the guys wasn’t unusual for Auston. You often felt bad that you couldn’t be there cheering him on due to you living in another country but that game you had felt terrible. You knew how badly the team wanted that win. You had even requested a couple days off from work and had saved any extra money in order to buy a ticket. Sadly life had other plans and you were unable to make it. That didn’t stop you from watching it from the comfort of you living room. When the buzzer sounded and the Leafs had only scored 2 to the Jet’s 3 goals you were heartbroken. You could’ve only imagined how Auston felt. “I was so angry for myself and I wanted to feel something else. Anything to get rid of the anger inside. The guys didn’t get it. They were sad yeah but I could have scored that last goal. We could have gone to overtime if I hadn’t missed that shot. We could have had a chance.” Auston continued on looking away from you and towards the other end of the room. “She was there and I had a couple drinks. I’m not trying to make excuses but you wouldn’t understand the pressure i’m constantly under. And I missed you and you weren’t here and I … i’m sorry” You were astounded. Your sadness soon faded to anger. “How dare you blame me? You think it’s easy for me? You think I enjoyed living miles away from you? Knowing thousands of girls want to fuck you? How much prettier they are? How they have more in common with you that I do? I have pressure as well Auston! I may not have thousands of fans watching me play hockey but I am well damn struggling. I work WEEKS to make what you probably make in an hour. I have to study my ass off in order to get my degree and better myself. So don’t you EVER make me seem LIKE I AM GUILTY FOR A DECISION YOU MADE! For throwing what we had away like it meant nothing!” You couldn’t help yourself. You were livid. Getting up from your place in the couch you began pacing. “Is make-out all you did?” “No.” “Oh my god.” You didn’t know if you could have felt any worse until that moment. You felt sick and rushed to restroom. Closing the door behind you, you knelt over the toilet but nothing came out. Getting up you face the reflection in front of you. You were a mess and you didn’t want anything more than for this to be a dream. You obviously weren’t waking up anytime soon so tears were the second best thing. But what you were not doing here was crying. Auston didn’t deserve to see the tears he caused. Back in the living area Auston was sitting with his head down. He knew how fucked this was. Hearing you step out he looked up, eyes red. “I am so sorry.” He apologized. “I never wanted to hurt you but it’s so hard. I get so frustrated baby.” “No one said it was easy.” You needed to get out. “You hurt me and what hurts the most is that you KNEW how much of a big deal cheating is in my life. I told you how it nearly broke my family apart and the fact that you didn’t feel the need to tell me about it. That I needed to see pictures from gossip magazines to get you to text me that “hey maybe we need to talk?” What the fuck was that Auston?? Maybe we could have worked it out if you had told me sooner. That you regretted it. Maybe I wouldn’t have but now we’ll never know will we? The fact that you didn’t….The person I trusted most wasn’t the one to warn me. To even give me a heads up. That you wouldn’t have mentioned it..The fact you did it in the first place.“ You shook your head again. The tears fast approaching as your anger faded. “Goodbye, Aus.” Mitch walked out, having heard your discussion, ready to walk you outside. “You need a ride as well?” “Yes, please. I would really appreciate it Mitch.” “Y/n..” Auston whispered. You couldn’t it bare to hear him, much less look at him. Keeping your back to him you took a breath and walked out.

Up in room 216 on the 6th floor, a call was made. “Hello? Everything okay Auston? Shouldn’t you be asleep?” “Mom, I messed up.” “Oh, honey”

[winterschild999]

Betrayal (1/2)

SUMMARY - You and Bucky fall in love while in Bucharest until you see the news of Bucky being a murderer in the news. 

WORDS- approx 900 

A/N - This has 2 parts . I hope you guys like it . I took me an hour to write this and probably 3 fucking hours to think of a title. I hate this part the most. That is why titles are never related to the freaking story .Also I have my end semester exam tmr and see how I am posting fics. Someone please tell me to study.Also I completely forgot about the requests I got before my hiatus so I’m going to work on them . Pls don’t send anymore until further notice.Thanks. 

The quiet and shy nature of Bucky is what caught your eye . You had been living in the apartments for the past 1 month and not once had you seen him.You were always curious. You knew someone lived there but rarely saw anyone. You were also kinda scared. What if they were dead. It was one of those days when you couldn't sleep in the night and had to clear your mind so you would take a walk to the park to clear your mind . And that is when you saw him .

He opened his door at the same time that you did. His face looked tired under the corridor light but you couldn't turn away from his beautiful blue eyes that seemed to reel you in.He ducked his head and locked the door and went out. You scolded yourself for embarrassing your neighbour. 'Why the fuck were you staring' 'See now he thinks you're probably a creep .' As you walked in the chilly weather , your wrapped your hands around your body and took in the beautiful nights of Bucharest. As you walked to the park you saw a man sitting on the benches. He seemed huge by his shoulders and his leather jacket....okay maybe that was your neighbour . To conform your doubts you walked in front of him to to sneak a peak as subtly as possible..but then again subtlety isn't one of your strong suit . 'Shit' you cursed as you saw him look at you with an incredulous look . "Omg , I swear I'm not stalking you." You try to reason with him .You sound like a fucking idiot. Oh god. "I just..I couldn't sleep. So..I come here...And.." you were fumbling over your words as he stared at you . "It's fine." He finally says . "Oh thank god."You couldn't handle being embarrassed anymore."I'm just gonna sit here." You give him a tight lipped smile pointing to the bench next to his."I promise I won't bother you."you add. He didn't seem to talk much . You took out your earplugs and played music .You looked at the lake in front of the park ,the way the moon's reflection fell on it ,the way the light breeze caused ripples on the water .You were really talkative and to have a person next to you and not talk is so hard. "I'm Y/N by the way ."You say turning to him smiling softly. "I thought you weren't going to talk."He answered and you instantly turned forward.He felt guilty for being so rude. "I'm Bucky." His voice barely came out as a whisper . You smiled to yourself. That's how you met Bucky a year ago. As the days went on you learnt that he doesn't talk a lot about anything.He got more and more comfortable around you.You realised how beautiful he was.The way his hair spread over his face when he slept , his long lashes on his cheek , the crinkles by his eyes , and his beautiful ,shy smile.You loved him more than you could ever love anyone. You couldn't be happier.The time you spend with him are your most cherished memories.You loved when he talked about his childhood friends , and his ma and how wonderfully she cooked. You loved it when you sat on the terrace looking at the stars when he talked about the constellation,the way the earth was created. You loved how he spoke with such fascination .His face lit up.

As you lay on his chest ,your legs naked bodies tangled on the sofa, your hand making patterns on is chest,the TV background music until something caught your attention .The clip of Bucky was on the screen and you felt Bucky's body get rigid under your hand . Bucky Barnes as a suspect in the killing of King T'chaka. It was clearly Bucky on the screen and you instantly got up from the sofa and covered yourself with the blanket. "Bucky?"you asked , fear filled your eyes,your body and voice were shaking. "Y/N , that's not real. I didn't." Bucky seemed as surprised as you were . How can he deny something that was so evident. "Oh my god. I...You killed him. You are a murderer." You say as you backed away to the wall trying to get away from him . Bucky's heart was hurting . He couldn't understand and accept what was happening.His heart broke when you called him a murderer.His eyes were glossy with tears. "I don't know what to do. Get out." You were so scared , you hoped that he wouldn't kill you . You couldn't understand how the Bucky you came to love was a murderer. You couldn't believe it. You would never believe it if someone told you that but to actually see him on TV doing it , you couldn't not accept it . You let out a huge sigh when he left your apartment and you started to cry . You couldn't believe you trusted a man like him.You couldn't believe you fell in love with a murderer,you couldn't believe you let him touch you . Every kiss , every touch felt dirty . You felt dirty. After that you never saw him again . Until..

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[werenzki]

Auston Matthews #4

PART TWO

Anonymous said: Pls write more Auston Matthews! I live for it! 😊

Anonymous said: Can you please do more Auston Matthews imagines. Your writing is THE best!!

A/N: Honestly I just can’t stop writing Auston imagines and I’m not even sorry.. But also I swear I’m getting to everyones requests!! But yeah, thank you guys!! Hope you liked this :)

Word Count: 1,275

“I can’t believe I’m letting you drag me to this stupid thing,” you grumbled while walking up the driveway with Steph by your side. After hours of trying to get out of being here, here is exactly where you ended up - here being Connor Brown’s house where a handful of people were enjoying some drinks by the fire.

“You know,” Steph smiled as she reached for the latch on the fence, “Auston hasn’t shut up about you for the past week to Mitch, he told me himself that somehow you end up in the conversation. I think he missed you,” she winked.

“I doubt that,” you said in disbelief and pushed the fence closed behind the two of you. 

The sun was setting on another long Summer day in Toronto, and with pretty much all the boys back in the city for training camp to start up it was looking pretty crowded in Connor’s back yard. Which you were sure his mother was loving, she was the kind of mom who liked having guests over. Steph didn’t waste any time walking up to her boyfriend and planting several kisses all over his face. Sometimes they were so cute that you hated being around them. 

“Hey,” you turned to see Mo walking up the few steps of the patio and stopping to give you a hug. 

“Hey, Mo,” you smiled, “how was the west coast?”

“It was good,” he nodded, “I’ve heard Toronto treated you good while I was away,” he smiled and motioned behind you. Looking over your shoulder you saw Auston was chuckling to something JVR was saying to him, Mitch and Steph. 

“This summers been a good one, I guess,” you shrugged and looked back to Mo. 

You were introduced to Auston nearly a year ago now, last October, but with the hockey season well underway he became a busy guy. So it wasn’t till last January that you actually started to get to know him. During the boys ‘bye week’ you joined Auston, Matt, Mitch, and JVR along with some others to a trip in California. That’s when a budding friendship really began. Then he was tagging along with Mitch any time there were open plans, hanging out at yours and Steph’s apartment during days off too. But there was nothing more than a simple friendship, or so you thought - sure there was some harmless flirting every once in a while and some lingering eye contact but it was nothing. 

After saying your hellos to everyone, you ended up in the usual group that consisted of Steph, Mitch, and Auston. The night was well under way, you were now 3 cokes down and craving some s’mores as Connor and JVR worked on the campfire. You were pretty sure someone said Matt and Syd were on the way with the supplies necessary for s’mores. 

“You head back to Arizona this weekend, right?” Mitch questioned. You turned your attention back to the conversation and ignored your growling stomach. 

“Yeah,” Auston nodded. 

“Why?” You asked, eyebrows pulled together at Auston. He looked at you and you saw his lips tug up in the slightest bit. “You just got back,” you stated. Auston had only arrived back to Toronto a few days ago, and camps were starting up soon, there was no way he was leaving again. 

“My cousin is getting married, it’s just a quick trip,” he explained. 

“Oh,”

“Miss me already?” Auston teased. You rolled your eyes and jabbed your elbow into his side. He laughed and threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. You sure didn’t miss the fact your heart picked up speed then. 

Steph gave you a knowing look, which made you quickly step out of Auston’s hold and excuse yourself to use the bathroom. You really didn’t need to go, but you really needed to get out of that situation before the awkwardness swallowed you whole. After washing your hands, saying a quick hello to Connor’s parents, you were making your way back to the patio. 

Everyone was sitting around the campfire now, conversation still buzzing while you stopped to grab a bottle of water from the cooler. That’s when you noticed Syd and Matt had arrived now, their dog tagged along as well. You chuckled as the pup came up to you and licked your hand. 

“Hey, there you are,” Syd smiled at you and pulled you into a hug. “Steph said you weren’t planning to come,” 

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “things for school are just stressing me out a little I guess,”

“When do you start classes again?”

“Not for another month, but I’m getting all the emails about it now and it’s not going to be an easy year thats for sure,” you exclaimed and took a sip of your drink. 

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Syd said and then we watched as her dog continued the rounds of licking everyone to say hello. “Come, Auston mentioned you wanted s’mores and you know those boys will eat everything in sight so you have to hurry,” 

You smiled and followed her down the steps towards the campfire. Syd was pulled into Matt’s lap and it was then that you realized there wasn’t any free seats. Every lawn chair and wooden bench was full. Mo realized that you stood there, awkwardly looking for somewhere to sit, and he tried to get JVR and Connor to move over but they were too big. 

“Here,” Auston’s voice caused you to look over your shoulder at where he sat in a lawn chair just beside you. His hand circled around your wrist and he smiled up at you. “Just sit on my lap,” he suggested. 

“No, it’s fine, I’ll just st-” before you could continue protesting anything but sitting in his lap, you were being pulled down and were doing just that. 

“It’s fine, honestly,” Auston said with a smile. 

You shook your head and chuckled at him, then Steph was passing you a roasting stick with two marshmallows on it. You perched yourself in Auston’s lap, heart still beating twice as fast, and roasted your marshmallows. Just as you passed them back to Steph, seeing as she was in charge of making the s’mores, Auston’s hand fell onto your lap. You looked down at it lazily resting there, your stomach filled with butterflies instantly. 

Steph passed you back the s’mores and you decided to lean back against Auston’s chest - ignoring how it didn’t help the rate of your heart or the state of your stomach doing flips. You swallowed hard and then turned, holding the s’more up for Auston. The two of you sat in silence and enjoyed the goodness of s’mores as everyone made conversation around you.

As time passed you found yourself practically melting into Auston, leaning back and resting your head on his shoulder while both his arms circling around you and his hands rested in your lap. Connor’s mom had passed out blankets, giving the two of you a smile while laying it over you and then she disappeared again. 

“Did you ride with Steph?” Auston spoke softly into your ear. You nodded and looked at where his hand was laced with yours. He noticed and started rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. “Mitch wanted me to drop him off there after this,”

You took a deep breath and didn’t think too much before responding to him, “did you want to come over too? We could watch a movie or something,”

Auston smiled and nodded, “I’d like that,” 

“Me too,” you breathed out and relaxed against his body again.