#so we did get coffee together and spoke a little and it was so fun

[levigarden999]

flustered ۶ৎ megumi x reader

⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ theme : you are crushing on megumi , while being sure he doesn't like you back. however, things change once you see him get flustered for the first time.

⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ words : 1,6 k

⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ chars : megumi , yuji , nobara

ever since you started hanging out with yuji and nobara, the fourth guy of your small friend group caught your attention. megumi.

megumi was someone who didn’t show much emotion or compassion towards anyone, yet you still felt like he was experiencing more feelings and thoughts than anyone else. he just probably didn’t feel the need to express them to anyone and besides, he always showed his love for his friends through action rather than words.

your little crush on him wasn’t exactly subtle, at least in yuji’s or nobara’s opinion.

”you’ve planned your whole wedding together, haven’t you? names of kids too, right?” nobara teased.

”you should just tell him how you feel! megu is like the last person who’d make fun of you” yuji urged as he shook you by the shoulders.

you knew yuji was right, but you were scared nonetheless. megumi didn’t seem like the person who’d enjoy a relationship, and on top of all, he was probably the only one who didn’t realize how badly you were crushing on him.

megumi and you were currently walking through the mall, to find some gift for nobara for her birthday. yuji wasn’t with you today, since he had some sort of a meeting with your teacher, gojo.

”how about this? she’s into fashion, isn’t she?” you suggested as you picked a fashion magazine where there was a picture of some beautiful yet confident looking woman on the cover, wearing a leather jacket and shades.

megumi was standing next to you with his white button up shirt, the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he leaned in slightly closer to inspect the cover, which resulted shivers on your skin from the sudden close proximity you two had.

”i think it’s a little boring” he shrugged casually, with that same stoic and nearly bored tone. you tilted your head back to look at him, and you were met with his dark blue eyes staring down at you.

”you’re not helpful, megu” you huffed and threw the magazine back into the stack.

he shoved his hands into the pockets of his black slacks and sighed a little.

”how about we grab something to eat? you’re getting hangry and i can’t deal with you like that” he stated bluntly, but his voice carried nothing actually offending or angry. megumi just was like that – honest, blunt and straight forward. and it was one of the main reasons you liked him so much.

”idiot” you grumbled and pouted, a slight blush creeping on your cheeks. ”i’m not hangry”

”right. sure”

however you two decided to head to a small diner that was in the lower floor of the mall. you often visited this certain place with your friend group, since it had all sorts of snacks in their selection.

you decided to order a smoothie with a bagel, while megumi ordered a simple coffee and an omelette. on top of all, he asked the waitress to remove the tomatoes and red onion from it, meaning it was basically an omelette with only salt and pepper in it now.

you took a sip from your smoothie as you watched megumi cut his omelette into pieces. even though you and him had your quiet moments where neither of you spoke, you weren’t bothered by it. in fact, the quietness between you two was always peaceful and it felt safe.

”how about some makeup? like a lipstick or, i don’t know, eyeshadow?” you suggested next, mouth full of bagel.

megumi looked up at you, his thick lashes nearly reaching his eyebrows.

”that could do. i saw her wearing orange eyeshadow the other day” he commented, a hint of curiosity peeking into his tone.

of course he did. he fucking noticed everything.

you chuckled as you took another bite of the bagel, a few pieces of feta falling on the plate from the stuffed bagel.  there were only a few customers in the restaurant currently, all of them enjoying their meals in the red booths.

”eyeshadow palette it is, then. congrats, you’re finally helpful” you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

megumi rolled his eyes playfully, a hint of a smirk appearing on him as well.

”i’m helpful when i feel like it”

after you two had finished your meals, the waitress came up to you again. she was an older lady with red lips and a wide friendly smile.

”so, you two are ready, i assume? any dessert for the young couple?”

at that word, you felt like your heart exploded and the blood from it rushed straight to your face and ears. you practically physically felt how your cheeks flushed with bright red and uncomfortable sweat formed inside your shirt, probably on your forehead as well.

you glanced up at megumi, assuming he would say something to the waitress since he was usually the one who handled the talking. however, it seemed like he wasn’t capable of talking either – his usually pale cheeks had pink blush plastered on them as well.

it was probably the first time ever you had seen megumi flustered. speechless, eyes wide, staring at the waitress as if he had been caught of doing something illegal.

it shocked you.

”um, n-no thanks! we’ll pay” you managed to stutter out with an awkward laugh.

the waitress nodded with a smile and left.

you turned to look at megumi, and you saw him awkwardly scratching the back of his messy raven hair.

”unless, y-you would had wanted dessert?” you tried to ask as casually as possible, silently thinking about ice cubes and winter so the hot blush on your face would disappear or at least ease down.

”no thanks. i don’t like sweet that much” megumi grumbled, the blush on his cheeks slowly disappearing. but you noticed how he was still avoiding your eye contact, as if he was afraid to face you.

megumi was flustered and awkward… around you? could this mean what you thought it could?

you had to tell nobara and yuji about this as soon as you could.

the rest of your shopping trip went normally, despite the fact your energies were now changed.

somehow it felt like there was an underlying tension between the two of you now. as you walked through the mall, the subtle space between your arms felt almost electrifying. of course, you had wanted to touch and be close to megumi for a while now, but now it felt different. as if everything about megumi’s presence was practically pulling you closer to him, as if the air around you was forcing your auras to emerge. you couldn’t understand how a single interaction with a third party member could change the situation this much.

but of course, the self doubt inside of you still wasn’t sure what this was. you didn’t know if you were just imagining things, because every time you glanced at megumi’s face, it seemed like he was just as casual and calm before. like nothing had changed after all.

but fuck, you weren’t imagining earlier when the pretty pink blush practically washed through his face. how his usually half lidded eyes were wide and he was unable to speak.

that was why you had to have a meeting with yuji and nobara alone, asap.

later that same night you fell onto your bed and texted the two to come into your dorm right away. both of them knew what it was about, since you told them not to invite megumi.

nobara and yuji crashed into your dorm the second you opened the door for them.

yuji jumped onto your bed and immediately sprawled his limbs cockily, while nobara grabbed one of his legs and yanked him down on the floor with a thump.

”get off, idiot!” she exclaimed and took his place. 

”ouch! you could’ve killed me!” yuji whined from the floor, rubbing the back of his head with a pouty look.

”cry about it” nobara smirked and crossed her arms.

you snickered as you closed the door, not even a tiny bit surprised by the way they acted.

once the atmosphere had calmed down, you explained them the whole thing that happened back in the diner, all the way from megumi’s blushing to the energy change between the two of you.

”he blushed?!” nobara practically screamed, big eyes blinking from disbelief. you nodded.

”furiously” you confirmed.

she and yuji glanced at each other, both equally dumbfounded as if they had heard something life changing. to be honest, it was life changing.

”i’ve never seen the dude blushing, seriously. the last time i even saw him smile was when he petted his divine dogs and that happened like, what, two weeks ago?” yuji continued.

you remembered that sight very well, as well. megumi crouched down, smiling gently as his large hands rubbed the soft fur of his dear dogs.

”exactly! so the conclusion is that he’s crazy about you, girl. that’s no coincidence!” nobara said proudly.

you blushed a little and sighed, still not convinced by them. ”i don’t know, it could just be that he’s awkward in situations like that where girls are mentioned. like, he’s not used to thinking about relationships and all that” you tried to reason, with a desperate tone.

nobara immediately laughed and shook her head. ”nope, that’s not true. i witnessed first hand when megumi was asked about his type in women, and he was completely cool and unbothered by the question. it’s just you, girl, who’s making him flustered” she smirked knowingly.

you bit your lip in thought, and a glimpse of hope swelled in your chest. could it really be that megumi would like you back? seriously?

a couple hours later when you tried to get sleep, the thoughts of megumi lingered in your mind. the depth of blue in his soft yet stoic eyes, his perfect sharp nose and those long, boney fingers. it all drove you nearly insane, your heart almost bursting to the idea of having him here next to you. his fresh, clean natural scent brought you so much comfort you couldn’t even explain it. if only, you’d have a chance to somehow confront him without actually exposing your feelings for him.

though, little did you know, nobara and yuji as mischievous bastards, were planning to set you and megumi up.

part 2 here 𐙚

[haeiheart]

LEE DONGHYUCK | NOT A BIG DEAL

LEE DONGHYUCK

SUMMARY: You and Hyuck have always been inseparable. Best friends who stick together through every minor inconvenience, every 2 AM fast-food run, and especially every party. Their little deal? If they’re both single and drunk at a party, they make out for a good time and purely to avoid awkward hookups with strangers. No feelings, no complications. It’s a good deal no? But when a new guy, Jeno, enters y/n life just like that. They both feel that for the first time, their “not a big deal” deal feels like it might’ve always been something bigger.

GENRE: friends to lovers - kind of fwb hyuckyn - jealous avoidant hyuck! - sweet jeno - minimal angst - slight reader x jeno.

NOTES: first time releasing a full written fic… bye im scared pls be kind (◞‸◟；) also first time making a header? design?? hehehehe. I hope you guys enjoy this though, i personally enjoyed written it so i hope you all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed making it for you guys!! :3 THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD SO IM SORRY IF THERES ANY ERRORS >_<

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

BEFORE THE PARTY

You and Hyuck have always been inseparable. The best of friends. The kind who finish each other’s sentences, send texts at the exact same time, and know each other’s go-to orders at every café on campus. It’s always been easy with hyuck. You don’t overthink things with him.

That’s why your little pact made perfect sense.

“If we’re both single, and we’re both at a party, and we’re both drunk, we find each other.”

It wasn’t some deep, life changing agreement. It was just a way to keep each other from making bad decisions with strangers. A safety net, nothing more. It always worked. Every single time. It was the perfect deal after all, you both get the pleasure needed in a fun night out. No commitment, no feelings.

Until tonight. But let’s rewind back a couple of weeks.

The day you met Lee Jeno.

3 WEEKS AGO @NCU CAMPUS

College life has always been a blur of assignments, late-night food runs, and whatever chaos Hyuck drags you into. Between classes and parties, your days feel like a well-balanced mix of stress and fun. Thank goodness you had your best friend to keep you sane right?

You first met Jeno during an elective course, one of those random classes you picked to fill credits unfortunately. He was the kind of guy who didn’t talk much but somehow made every conversation feel important. You sat next to him out of convenience, and it wasn’t until the next few classes that you really spoke to him, which was currently right now.

“Do you always write your notes like that?” he had asked, glancing at your mess of shorthand scribbles and little doodles in the margins. You could tell he wanted to laugh at it.

You blinked at him, caught off guard. “Uh… yeah?”

He grinned. “It’s interesting. You do know this is a literature class, right? Because your notes look more like a doodle coloring book for toddlers my baby brother's age rather than actual notes.”

You snorted. “Well, you look like you should be in an engineering class, not here.”

“I was forced to take a humanities elective,” he admitted. “But it’s not bad. I like the class.”

“Because of the material or because of me?” you teased, raising a brow.

He laughed, shaking his head. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”

And just like that, Jeno slipped into your life.

The thing about him was that he never tried too hard, he didn’t force his presence, didn’t demand attention the way Hyuck did. He was just… there. Reliable. Easy to talk to. It was easy to get hooked on a guy like Jeno.

You started walking out of class together, grabbing coffee before your next lectures. You studied together, shared snacks, exchanged casual texts that eventually turned into daily check-ins. Somewhere along the way, you got comfortable with him. But it wasn’t until one particular afternoon that you noticed something else.

OPEN FIELD STUDY AREA @NCU CAMPUS

It was another dreadful afternoon, pilled with assignments you swore just appeared in front of your face. You and Jeno were sitting outside on campus, reviewing notes. Though half the time you guys were mostly making corny jokes and laughing at shared interests. That was until Hyuck showed up unannounced, like he always did, dropping himself onto the bench next to you with a dramatic sigh.

“What’s up, losers?” he greeted, snatching one of your fries before you could react, looking as happy as always to mess with your little head.

You rolled your eyes as a faint smile appears on your face. It’s been awhile since you saw him. “Hyuck, this is a study session. You know, where people focus?”

“Sounds lame,” he deadpanned, then turned to Jeno. “So, how do you put up with this one?”

Jeno smirked. “I think she puts up with me.”

Hyuck’s expression didn’t change, but you knew him well enough to catch the slight pause—the way his fingers drummed against his knee a little too fast, the way his jaw tightened for just a second. It was so quick that you almost missed it. Almost.

But then, as fast as it came, it was gone. Hyuck smirked, leaning back on his elbows. “Well, good luck, man. She’s a handful.” You smacked his arm, rolling your eyes again, but the feeling lingered. Hyuck only stuck around for a short while and you never questioned it, but the odd part was he was too quick to leave the setting as well. Feeling lost as he suddenly got up and fled the scene after saying his byes and ruffling your hair.

After that, things felt… different. Not drastically. Not in a way you could point to and say, this is where everything changed. But the subtle things. Like how Hyuck stopped crashing your study sessions with Jeno as often. How he’d make jokes about you “ditching” him but never say it outright. How he seemed to drink more at parties, getting reckless in a way that made you worry.

It wasn’t obvious, but it was there, buried beneath layers of laughter and banter. And maybe you noticed it too late.

@NEOCAFE - 127 DISTRICT

Hyuck doesn’t text first anymore.

That’s the first thing you notice.

You tell yourself it doesn’t matter, you’ve been busy anyway. School, assignments, late-night study sessions with Jeno. But the silence sits in your chest like a weight, pressing down heavier each day. You truly did miss your best friend, nobody else was as much of a dork loser like he was.

You still see him around. In class, at parties, in the spaces you used to share. But it’s different now.

No more texts that say where are you? when you take too long to respond. No more arms slung over your shoulder as he drags you out of the library for a “much-needed” break. No more late-night walks, just because neither of you wanted to go home yet. God you truly did miss lee donghyuck.

The worst part? You know it’s your fault. You were the one who stopped looking for him first. You were the one who let the space between you grow. And now, you don’t know how to close it.

Jeno Notices “You’ve been quiet lately.” Jeno’s voice is gentle, his eyes scanning your face as you stare blankly at your untouched coffee. It’s the third time he’s caught you zoning out in the past hour and he was getting worried.

You blink, forcing a small smile. “Just tired.”

He doesn’t buy it. You can tell by the way he tilts his head, studying you. “It’s about Hyuck, isn’t it?” The words hit you like a punch to the stomach. You exhale, looking away. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Jeno doesn’t say anything right away. He just nods, as if he already knew. And maybe he did. Maybe everyone did. You’ve spent so much time pretending things are fine that you almost forgot Jeno sees right through you.

So when he reaches out, fingers brushing over yours, you don’t pull away. Infact you allow yourself to get embraced by his comfort. Was Jeno’s comfort what you needed all this time?

@YOUR APARTMENT

The thing about Jeno is that he never rushes anything.

Not his words, not his movements, nothing. He lets things happen as they are, as if he trusts time to work things out on its own. Which is probably why being around him feels so easy, you always had a smile on your face when you were with him.

Like now, for example. You’re both sitting on the floor of your dorm, backs against the couch, a half-empty bag of chips between you. You’ve been talking for what feels like hours—about everything and nothing all at once.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jeno says, holding up a hand to stop you mid-story, his eyes already crinkling in amusement. “You mean to tell me you climbed a tree to save a cat, but then got stuck yourself?”

You groan, covering your face. “Okay, listen—”

“No, no, no, I need to process this.” He grins, resting his chin on his palm. “How long were you up there?”

“Like… twenty minutes?” you mumble, cheeks burning from embarrassment clearly…

Jeno loses it. He tilts his head back, laughing so hard his shoulders shake. You gotta admit that laugh of his does wonders to girls. He was a real catch. A once in a lifetime cutie, you should consider yourself lucky to have him around right?

You huff, crossing your arms. “Are you done?”

He wipes at his eyes, still chuckling. “Oh man. I- yeah. Yeah, I think I’m good.” He snickers again. “Twenty minutes. Amazing.”

You try to glare at him, but his laugh is infectious, and soon enough, you’re giggling too.

Jeno turns to look at you, a soft smile lingering on his lips. “Y’know, I think this is the most I’ve ever heard you talk about yourself.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“I mean, you’re always talking about Hyuck or your friends, but I like hearing about you.” He leans against the couch, watching you. “Your dumb little childhood stories. Your love for cats. Your terrible decision-making skills.”

You snort, nudging his leg with your foot. “You’re such a menace.”

“And you love it.”

You shake your head, smiling. “I might.”

Jeno tilts his head, studying you for a second. His voice is quieter when he speaks again. “Are you okay?”

The question catches you off guard. You consider lying, but Jeno has always been good at seeing through people. So you exhale, looking down at your hands.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I just feel… lost.”

Jeno doesn’t say anything right away. He just shifts a little closer, his knee bumping against yours. You don’t realize how much you needed that until it happens.

“I get that,” he finally says. “Sometimes it feels like you’re walking through fog, and you don’t know where you’re going. But…” He nudges you lightly. “That doesn’t mean you’re alone.”

You look up at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He smiles, warm and genuine. “I’m here.” You don’t know what possesses you to do it—maybe it’s the way his voice is so steady, so sure. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, like you’re important. But before you can overthink it, you lean in.

Jeno’s eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his lips quirk up in amusement.

“You’re not about to kiss me mid-existential crisis, are you?”

You let out a breathless laugh. “Shut up.”

But he’s still grinning when he finally closes the distance. The kiss is soft, almost hesitant at first. But then you feel him smile against your lips, and suddenly, it’s all laughter and warmth and the taste of leftover chips.

You break apart for air, and Jeno chuckles. “That was—”

You groan, covering your face. “Don’t say it.”

“— surprisingly nice for two people who just ate sour cream and onion chips.”

You swat at him, laughing. “You ruined it.”

He catches your wrist, grinning. “Nah. That made it better.”

You shake your head, still breathless, still here. Jeno doesn’t fail to make your day once again, as he leans in, continuing where you both had left off as if it was almost natural.

And for the first time in a while, you don’t feel so lost.

PRESENT TIME

And this is how your weeks have been spent. With Lee Jeno. Full of kisses, laughter, playfulness, and comfort. Jeno arrives with an armful of snacks, two sodas balanced precariously on top. “Alright, before we do anything, I have to ask…why do you have like, seven different cat towers in your apartment? Are they that spoiled?” as he takes in his surroundings once again.

You shut the door behind him and scoff. “Excuse you, my children deserve the best.”

Jeno grins, setting the snacks down. “How many do you have again?”

“Three.” You sigh dramatically. “But honestly, I think my oldest cat hates me.”

He snorts. “Why?”

“Because I accidentally stepped on her tail when she was a kitten, and she’s never forgiven me.” You flop onto the couch, pouting. “Now every time I call her, she looks at me like I owe her child support.” Jeno bursts out laughing, nearly knocking over the bag of chips. “That’s the most you thing I’ve ever heard.”

You nudge him with your foot. “Oh, shut up. You’ve definitely done worse.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Doubt it.”

“Oh really? What’s the dumbest injury you’ve ever had?”

He thinks for a moment before admitting, “I once tried to jump over my couch but tripped, hit my head on the armrest, and passed out.”

You gasp. “Wait—like, fully unconscious?”

“Yup.” He sighs. “Woke up two minutes later to my mom yelling at me for being stupid.”

You’re already laughing so hard your stomach hurts. “Okay, okay, once, when I was seven, I thought I could ride my bike down the biggest hill in my neighborhood with my eyes closed.”

Jeno’s eyes widen. “No. No.”

“Yes,” you wheeze. “Flew straight into a bush. My mom had to pull twigs out of my hair for an hour.”

He practically collapses against the couch, laughing until his shoulders shake. “You’re actually crazy as a kid.”

“Thank you,” you say proudly.

The laughter fades into a comfortable silence. Jeno leans back, staring at the ceiling. “You know, I never really asked—but what was Hyuck like when you were kids?”

You hesitate, but the memories come easily. “Chaotic. Loud. Got us into trouble, like, every other day. He would drag me into the most ridiculous situations and it wasn’t even my fault.”

Jeno smirks. “Sounds about right.”

You smile softly. “One time, we thought we could build a pillow fort. We barely even got the first pillow up before the entire thing collapsed and we both fell.”

He laughs. “Did you get hurt?”

“Surprisingly, no. But Hyuck cried for a full hour because he swore it was sabotage.”

Jeno shakes his head, amused. “He hasn’t changed at all, has he?”

“Nope.” You pick at a loose thread on your sleeve. “He’s always been… Hyuck.”

There’s a pause, but Jeno doesn’t push. He just watches you, waiting.

You clear your throat. “Okay, your turn. Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

He hums, tapping his chin. “Alright. You know how everyone thinks I’m all sporty and serious?”

“Yeah?”

“Well.” He leans in like he’s about to share a top-secret confession. “I used to write fanfiction.”

You choke on your drink. “No way.”

“Oh, it gets worse.” He sighs dramatically. “It was about superheroes.”

“What kind? Marvel? DC?”

“Neither. Completely original characters. I had a whole series.”

You clutch your stomach from laughing so hard. “Jeno. Are you telling me you were a self-insert superhero fanfic writer?”

He groans, covering his face. “Look, I was twelve—”

“NO, THIS IS AMAZING.” You grab his arm. “Did you give yourself powers? A tragic backstory?”

He peeks at you between his fingers. “…Both.”

You collapse into the couch, wheezing. “This might be the best thing I’ve ever learned about you.”

He grins. “Alright, your turn. What’s your cringiest secret?”

You pause, then admit, “Okay this might not be cringy… but i had a harry potter phase.”

Jeno gasps, clutching his chest. “What house were you in?”

“…Slytherin.”

He high-fives you. “Respect.”

The conversation keeps flowing, lighthearted and easy. You talk about everything, old childhood memories, embarrassing moments, ridiculous hypothetical scenarios (what would you do if you woke up as a worm?), and somehow, even the meaning of life.

It’s fun. It’s comfortable.

But beneath it all, there’s something bittersweet.

Because you both know this is goodbye.

Eventually, the night slows down. The laughter fades, leaving only the quiet hum of the TV in the background. You shift, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. “Jeno…”

He already knows. You can see it in his expression.

Still, he lets you say it.

“I have to go find him,” you admit softly.

A beat of silence.

Then he smiles? He smiles. A small, knowing smile. “Yeah.”

You swallow hard. “I—I didn’t mean to—”

“I know.” His voice is gentle. “You never had to say it, y/n. I knew.”

Your throat tightens. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He reaches for your hand, squeezing it lightly. “But… can I ask for one last thing?”

You nod, already knowing what it is.

“One last kiss,” he murmurs.

So you kiss him.

It’s soft, lingering. A silent thank you. A quiet goodbye.

When you pull away, he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well. That was a solid 9/10.”

You snort. “Only 9?”

“Could’ve been a 10, but my foot fell asleep.”

You smack his arm, laughing. “Shut up.”

He grins. “Go. Before I change my mind and challenge Hyuck to a duel.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re already reaching for your shoes.

And as you step out the door, heart racing, you realize—

This time, you’re going to run toward Hyuck.

Because he’s always been the one and it’s about time you told him.

@HYUCKS HOUSE

You don’t know why you’re nervous.

Actually, scratch that—you do know why.

Because this is Hyuck.

Because it’s been weeks. Because you let the distance grow, and now you’re about to do the most humiliating thing possible: show up at his door in the middle of the night, probably looking like a disaster, and pour your heart out.

Great plan. Really solid. No notes.

Still, you knock.

And the second the door swings open, all your thoughts evaporate.

Hyuck stands there, hoodie slightly rumpled, his hair sticking up like he was asleep before you interrupted. His face is groggy, blinking at you like he’s trying to make sure you’re real.

“…y/n?”

You open your mouth.

And immediately start crying.

Like, full-on tears. Embarrassing.

Hyuck panics. “Wait, huh, are you okay??”

You sniff, waving your hands wildly. “I— hiccup— I don’t know why I’m crying!”

His hands move without hesitation, reaching for your arms, steadying you. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?” His grip is warm, grounding. “Did something happen?”

You shake your head rapidly, but the tears won’t stop. God you really missed him.

Hyuck makes a helpless noise before sighing and tugging you against him. His arms wrap around you, firm but careful, like he’s worried you might break.

You bury your face in his hoodie, gripping the fabric tightly.

Hyuck rubs your back in slow circles. “Okay. Just—breathe, yeah?”

You sniffle, nodding against his chest. His warmth seeps into your skin, comforting in a way nothing else has been these past few weeks.

And then, before he can say anything else, the words just spill out.

“I just— Hyuck, I missed you.”

His hold on you tightens for a second before he pulls back slightly, just enough to see your face. His brows furrow, but he stays quiet, letting you talk.

“You’re— you’re so important to me, okay? And I hate that I let us drift apart. And I hate that I didn’t realize sooner that you are—” You hiccup again, rubbing at your face. “I don’t even know what I’m saying, I just miss you so much, and everything sucks without you, and I—”

Hyuck suddenly squints at you. “…Are you drunk?”

You freeze. “What?”

“You’re being so dramatic right now.” His lips twitch like he’s holding back laughter. “You have to be drunk.”

You gape at him. “I am not drunk, you absolute—”

“I dunno…” He crosses his arms, pretending to analyze you as he leans closer to your face. “Messy hair, teary eyes, emotional confessions in the dead of night… this is very intoxicated behavior.”

You groan, shoving at his shoulder. “I swear I’m sober—”

“Alright, c’mon, Crybaby.” He snickers, grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside. “At least cry in my room instead of my doorstep.”

You let him drag you in, still sniffling as he kicks the door shut behind you.

And just like that, you’re home.

Hyuck flops onto his bed, patting the space next to him. “C’mere, you baby.” You roll your eyes but sit down anyway, pulling your knees to your chest.

Silence settles between you. Not awkward, not tense. Just… there.

Hyuck sighs, tilting his head toward you. “You really missed me that much?”

You swallow, nodding. “Yeah.”

He watches you for a moment, then scoffs lightly. “Idiot. I was always here, y’know.”

Your heart clenches. “I know. I was just—”

“Being dumb?”

You groan. “Yes, okay! I was being dumb.”

Hyuck smirks, but it softens as he nudges your knee with his. “It sucked without you, too.”

Your breath catches. “Yeah?”

“Obviously.” He huffs, looking away like admitting it pains him. “Who else was gonna make me leave my apartment and go on stupid 2AM snack runs?”

You let out a small laugh. “You love those snack runs.”

“Yeah, but I love them with you.”

You freeze.

Hyuck doesn’t seem to notice what he just said, or maybe he does, because he clears his throat quickly and sits up straighter. “Anyway. What was up with that dramatic monologue outside? You really that miserable without me?”

You hesitate, then nod. “Yeah.”

He blinks.

You sigh, rubbing your arms. “Hyuck, you’re— you’re my person.” You glance at him, eyes searching. “You always have been.” You meant it.

Something shifts in his expression.

For the first time all night, he’s quiet.

Your heart pounds. “I—”

“Wait.” He suddenly lifts a hand, stopping you. Then, deadpan— “Are you sure you’re not drunk?”

You groan, shoving his face away. “Hyuck!”

He bursts into laughter, eyes crinkling at the corners.

And even though you’re this close to smacking him, you realize—

This is why you came back.

Because no one makes your heart race and your soul feel alive like Lee Donghyuck. You don’t even realize how close you’ve gotten until his laughter fades, leaving only the soft hum of the night around you. His gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes.

A beat of silence.

Then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, he leans in.

And you meet him halfway.

The kiss is warm, slow— like a quiet understanding. Like something that had always been there, waiting to be noticed. It wasn’t like all the other kisses, the party hookups. This was real.

His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. He tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss just a little, enough to make your breath hitch.

When you finally pull away, he exhales, pressing his forehead against yours.

“…Yup.” He grins. “You definitely weren’t supposed to kiss me like that if you were drunk.”

You laugh softly, still slightly breathless. “Shut up.”

He hums, thumb still stroking your cheek. “Not a chance.”

And this time, when he kisses you again, neither of you stop to think.

Because for once, nothing else matters.

NOTES: I wouldve wrote longer but my brain fogged oops but i hope you guys enjoyed!!

[mywritersmind]

NOT SO HAPPY HOLIDAYS - LN4

↳pt.5

christmas special

part one - part two - part three - part four

summary : As the days start getting closer to Christmas, you find yourself even more comfortable with your previous enemy. In a drunken spirit and ego boosted from karaoke, Lando can’t control his words. Even when Max finds you two in bed together.

og summary : Spending Christmas with my brothers best friend isn’t my ideal way to celebrate. With my parents in the maldives and my ex calling me non stop, I was hoping for a small town cozy christmas! I was going to get that with Max and his girlfriend until Lando Norris worked his way into the mix.

listen up : dual pov! alcohol! swearing! drunk lando!

words : 3334

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“Lando. Listen to me.” Oscar says over the phone, his voice registering in my brain but being distinctly distracted by two women taking instagram photos next to me.

“I am listening.” I mumble, watching Y/n turn and smile at the camera. My phone vibrates in my hand and I see that Oscar has requested facetime instead.

“What?” I look at the man who’s sitting in the sun and probably at the beach, “Can you pay attention for two seconds? I don’t want to be talking about work either.”

I sigh, turning away from the girls, “Can I ask you something?” I walk farther away just in case they can hear me.

Oscar groans at me still being off topic, “Shoot.”

“How did you know Lily fancied you?”

His brow jolts up, “I mean, We were pretty young, I just remember that she spoke to me a lot and she-” Lily pops her head in the call now.

“Don't listen to him, Lando! He was absolutely oblivious even though I was literally a giggling school girl around him.”

Oscar looks at her lovingly, “You were quite smiley.”

“Okay wrap it up lovebirds.” I roll my eyes.

Lily leaves and Oscar looks at me quizzically again, “So, who do you like so much that would possess you to ask that question?” I stay quiet for a moment, glancing back at Y/n who’s backlit by the sun, “Aren’t you with your family? Or Max and his girlfriend right?”

“No one. I’m just curious.” Deny deny deny.

He hums, “Wait… Doesn't Max have that sister you stalked all year-”

“Okay bye Oscar!”

He scrambles to get words in, “Wait we still need to talk about-”

I hang up on him.

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Max and I have been kicked out by our the women. More like I was kicked out and Max was just craving a coffee. It’s not my fault I can’t cook!

After almost catching Y/n’s hair on fire, I was banished to the little coffee shop that’s been getting us through this week.

The barista hands us our coffees and one hot chocolate for Y/n. Max and I walk slowly to our car, looking at the scenery on the way. “I’m excited for Christmas.”

I smile as Max hums, “You’re awfully chipper.” He gives me a side eye and a smirk, to which I promptly shove him, “Ugh! I do not want to know!”

He laughs, “I know that P teases you about it, But I really do think a girlfriend would be good for you.”

I don’t just want a girlfriend. I want Y/n. I kick a rock at my feet, mumbling, “Yeah I doubt that.” I meant that he wouldn’t want me to have a girlfriend if it was his sister, just he scoffs.

“Think about it! This year was completely fucked and yeah a lot of good shit happened but imagine how much easier the bad shit would be if you were in love.”

“You’re disgusting. Us ten years ago would be gagging at this conversation.”

He’s smiling still, “Yeah and that’s because I am in love.” I roll my eyes at his cheesy ass, “How do you have no roster, mate? It’s honestly embarrassing.”

“Maybe I do.” I sip my coffee, “I don’t have to tell you everything.”

“Maybe i’m just hanging out with Y/n and P too much, their best friend girly vibes are fun.” He points to me, “Still, it’s break! Get your groove on!”

I walk faster, shaking my head. “Groove? I’m going to leave you in the snow.”

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you

I’m in a mini dress in the snow. What could go wrong?

I slip five minutes out the door which makes Lando’s arm become my new best friend even though my faux fur coat keeps tickling him.

We may or may not have pregamed for the tiny local bar which has me slipping on ice. “Four jolly jolly shots please…” Lando reads off the bar's menu, laughing a bit.

He looks good. Like really really good. His curls are perfect as usual and when he leans over to talk to the bartender, his dark green shirt tugs against his arms.

My brothers arm goes around my neck, tugging me and laughing, “Merry Christmas, sis!”

“Let go of me you vermin!”

“Shots!” P sings, handing me mine.

“Cheers to us!” Max grins, holding his tiny glass up.

“Cheers to Christmas.” P smiles happily.

Lando taps his glass on the table along with us, winking at me, “Cheers.” We all down the weird peppermint alcohol and swiftly make our way to the dance floor.

We sing along to shitty music and dance together in a crowd of college kids home for break, and their parents.

Lando’s hand finds my waist and is quickly slapped away. He gives me a pouty look which I find annoyingly attractive and quickly turns it into a smirk.

I down my drink, spinning back to my friends and dodging a guy and his friends. “Hey!” The guy smirks and I accidentally laugh in his face, he looks about five years younger than me and is staring at my chest.

I find my friends laughing and drinking with a random man who sort of looks like santa.

“Y/n!” Lando puts his arm around me which I promptly pull off.

“Aren’t you busy trying to hook up with a tourist?” I blink at him while my brother and P are distracted.

He leans in a bit, “You’re a tourist, aren’t you?”

“You trying to get in my pants, Norris?” This makes him smile.

“I’m familiar with the area.”

I find myself at the bar again, but this time I order water. P and I giggle at the sight of Max and Lando just standing there looking lost without us.

“I’m really proud of you.” P says out of the blue.

I frown, “Thanks? I’m proud of you too.”

“I just mean… you’ve been through a lot.” I know what she means. My ex. “And you’re the best person I know.”

I smile, “I adore you, P.”

The truth is, my ex cheating really did break me. But I already knew something was wrong. I wasn’t being treated correctly and honestly breaking up with him was not on the top of my to-do list.

P was always there for me, my brother is a lot to handle and sometimes I just need a girl to talk to. That girl for me is P.

She pops back to her boyfriend while my water gets refilled. I swear this altitude is fucking with me, i’m so thirsty all the time.

“Hi.” I'm about to yell at the college guy who approaches me, until I realize there is no way this man is under twenty five.

“Oh! Hi.” I smile politely and tap the bar.

I clock his douchy attitude as soon as his ringed hand (which definitely came from shein) and patchwork tattoos land on the bar, clearly flexing.

“You’re gorgeous… Sorry, I just had to tell you!” He acts shy, like it’s horribly embarrassing to hit on. woman.

“Thank you…” Is all I can say before he continues.

“I’m Seth!” He’s australian… I think? He’s got short hair with dark skin that makes his eyes pop. “Are you visiting? I am.”

I nod and sip my water, “Yeah…”

“My girlfriend used to live here! My friends let me choose the place and…” He’s going on a long rant that I definitely did not consent to hear.

He’s loud in the way that i’m embarrassed to be heard with because he’s talking nonsense and trying to scoot closer to me with every word he speaks.

I bring my glass to my lips again, looking around then back to Seth who is still talking about his ex. Did I do something to offend the universe?

The hand on my hip scares me, but I don’t jump. I know the feeling too well by now. Lando’s smiling at the bartender, a protective arm around me, “Three green tea shots, thanks.”

He leans his hip against the bar, holding me close as my cheeks go red and I start chugging my water. Seth looks absolutely astonished, “Who’s your new friend, Sunshine?”

“Seth.” I say, swirling my straw around the cold glass.

“Hey man…” Seth looks scared. “I- I didn’t know she was taken.”

“She’s not.” He’s quick with it and I have to bite back my smile to contain myself from embarrassing Seth even more.

“Oh…” Seth hums, clearly wanting to go but I know Lando’s doing that thing where he states blankly at someone while smiling. “Well uh…”

“Choose your words carefully, Seth.” Lando slides him the shot then hands one to me. I decline and he downs it easily.

“Thanks.” He downs the drink with Lando, “And sorry.” Seth looks at me before scurrying off.

I turn to Lando, his hand never moving from my body, “Who knew you were so intimidating?

He shrugs, “I don’t mess around with the people I care about. Plus he just seemed like he was bugging you.”

“Quite talkative.” I smile softly as he laughs, “You’re good at the whole protective act.”

“Who said I was acting?” His face is serious when he says it, but immediately changes when he hears Max’s voice.

“Yo!” His hand drops to his side and he smiles at my approaching brother, “They have karaoke!”

P and Max end up on stage exactly two drinks later. I stick to water, my head already hurts from the others singing.

They're singing Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, and sort of slaying it. Max spins P as they both laugh and pretend they’re at some sort of concert.

“Please get up there!” I giggle with Lando, my hand on his arm as he smiles at me in that dreamy way he does so often.

“No way, Sunshine.” His eyes lined on my lips, his words a bit slurred.

“Please, Lan?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, “What’ll you give me if I do?” My breathing quickens as he looks at me, drunk and so out of it that he looks like he’s about to kiss me.

I reach my arm out to fix the messy bit of his hair. His eyes follow my hand and drift down my arm back to me. There’s something so personal about the way he looks at me but it’s hard to explain.

He’s got many different expressions and maybe I'm just a bit self centered, but I swear he has some just for me.

He’s drunk now so all secrecy goes out the window. He’s lucky Max and P are singing so horribly on the tiny sticky stage.

“Whatever you want.” I pull my hand away, “When you’re sober, though.”

“I’m not even that many drinks in!” He scoffs in a whiny tone.

He’s five drinks in I think.

“But i’ll do whatever you say apparently.” His chair makes noise against the floors, practically pushing P and Max off the stage as his chosen music starts.

Linger, by the cranberries.

My smile grows as he starts, absolutely butchering the song immediately. He looks fucking free and absolutely ridiculous.

The microphone against his lips as he spins around and points to me, “You’ve got me wrapped around your fingerrrrrr!”

It was my favorite song in highschool.

He’s a terrible singer and incredibly drunk but knows all the lyrics by heart.

Max starts videoing and Lando flips him off, P is actually in tears and I feel a sense of calm and quiet happiness. It’s weird to think about, especially surrounded by sound and drunken people.

Still, I really do appreciate my friends in moments like these. I watch Lando on the stage again, his eyes are closed and he’s singing along quietly.

Most of the bar claps when he’s done, providing him false confidence even as he almost falls from the stage.

Lando slumps himself in the chair next to mine, Max and I speaking about old Christmas’ and how weird it is that so many things have changed.

P talks about her family traditions and how she’s happy we’re all together even if it is a bit unconventional.

Lando stays quiet, just hums along to the music and keeps his eyes closed. Max laughs at his friend, “Ready for bed, Bob?”

“I can drive back.” I sit up.

Max and P aren’t quite ready to go and assure me that they can take a cab. Lando, however is piss drunk and giggling at everything I say.

He holds onto my hand as we leave, the cold air hitting him like a wreck, “Ay!” He practically runs to the car, tries to get in the driver's seat, and finally gives in to me driving.

“I don't want to go back!” He complains as I drive off.

“We can… look at lights?” He nods eagerly and rests his head against my arm, his fingers drift up and down my arm, doodling invisible drawings.

I drive through the small neighborhoods, all quiet for the time of night. The lights are bright and nothing like where I actually live.

Lando slips his hand in mine, holding it tight and looking out the front window. I let him rub his thumb against my skin, acknowledging the goosebumps it sends up arm.

Maybe I let myself pretend like it means something more than Lando’s drunk touchy self.

His curls brush my bare arm because he requested I take off my coat and turn the heat up instead because it was ‘itching him’.

And I did it because something about Lando makes me just want to say yes.

“I wanna house like that.” He says, pointing to a medium sized white home. It’s got colorful lights all over and a tiny display of Rudolph in the yard.

“I like this one.” I take my free hand off the wheel for a second and point. It’s across the street and covered in white lights.

I keep driving as Lando turns the radio on which is playing Christmas music.

He hums along with the song that he most definitely doesn’t know.

His hand goes to my hair, twirling it around his finger as he looks up at me, doe eyed, “Can I have my reward now.”

“You’re nowhere close to being sober, love.”

He stops when I speak, whispering as if there’s a million people around, “You called me love.”

“You’re not even gonna remember this tomorrow.”

He gasps, “Tomorrow's Christmas eve! What a good present. You love me.” He hums and rests his head back against my shoulder.

“Keep dreaming, Norris.” I say while smiling.

We look at all the different lights, rating them and laughing. I mostly laugh at drunk Lando who can’t stop laughing.

Lando rolls down the window and even though it’s freezing, I let him. It’s silent out, except for our music on low.

“Do you like me?” Lando asks as I start back to our place.

I raise a brow, “Sure.”

“But do you?” He looks up at me but I don’t dare look down.

“I don’t hate you.”

It’s easier to get him into the house than it was to get him in the car. Besides a tiny slip, he laughs it off and instantly pulls his shirt off when we step inside the hot house.

We both stumble upstairs, I'm so tired that I could fall asleep on the floor. Yet I drag myself into the bathroom and remove my makeup and change into sweats and a hoodie.

Lando is in sweats now, leaning against the bathroom door as I brush my hair. “I can’t sleep.”

I laugh, “You haven’t even tried.”

“Come with me?” I shake my head, going to my own bed. He follows me still, catching my wrist and begging, “Please. I’m cold.”

“You have no shirt on.”

“I want you to.” He admits and for a second I wish he wasn’t so fond of Vodka.

I’m dragged into his bed, his arms wrapping around me quickly and humming against my hoodie, “You’re warm.” His hand goes to mine again, holding it.

“You’re gonna get us in trouble.” I say as I see the smirk on his face.

“The doors locked.”

His hand is still intertwined with mine when he looks up at me. I probably look terrible, but he just smiles.

“You’re really beautiful, Sunny.” His voice is clear and the softest it’s been in a while, especially while drunk.

He yawns and rests his head back on me. Lando whispers while his eyes are closed, i’m not even sure if he meant to say it out loud, but he does. “I hate you for it.”

It’s the first time his words really hit me.

“Why?” I whisper, staring up at the ceiling.

“You know.” And then he’s asleep and i’m stuck with a man cuddling me who I think I just might like more than I ever thought I could.

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There’s few times in my life where I completely regret my life’s decisions. This might just be one of them.

Max is staring at us with his mouth open.

Max is staring at Lando’s shirtless self and his bare arm that’s around me!

I elbow Lando so hard that he wakes up with a groan. “Five more minutes.” He tries to pull me closer but I slap him again.

He opens his eyes this time, at first they’re narrowed at me as if I had the audacity to wake him up. Then he turns his head to what i’m staring at and promptly sits up straight.

“Goodmorning, Max!” He grins.

“Shut the fuck up.” My brother responds, Lando’s face goes slack and lays back down, covering his face with a pillow, “Is this why you two wanted to leave early yesterday?”

“No!” I say right as Lando says, “Yes!”

“I think I'm going to throw up.” Max starts pacing while I see P peek her head in from my room, surveying the situation as I mouth ‘help me’ and he leaves me.

“Chill out! Nothing happened.” I say while Lando moans and reaches for the water on his bedside table. “Right, Lando!?” I hit him again.

He sends me an annoyed look, “Right.” He takes a drink, wiping his mouth and looking at Max, “Trust me mate if something did happen she wouldn’t be wearing anything.”

I think he might still be drunk.

Max and I scream in unison. I climb out of the bed, my leg getting stuck in the bedsheet.

“I came to check if you two were still alive because it’s eleven in the morning, but Lando’s door was locked. Yours wasn’t and your room connector was wide open!” I roll my eyes and stomp into my room.

“His drunk ass practically dragged me in there and I wanted to sleep!” I shrug, putting on my slippers and pulling my bed head hair into a messy bun.

“My head is pounding, can you two be quiet!?” Lando says from the other room.

Max follows me down the stairs, “Nothing happened?”

“Nothing happened!” I echo, finding P in the kitchen and sending her a wide eyed look, “He was drunk, Max.”

I pour myself some coffee, crossing my arms as Max gives me a look. Lando comes thumping down the stairs, hoodie on now with his hair an absolute mess. “Guys…”

Max stops him, “If you make another sex joke Lan, I might kill you.”

“Hey!” He groans, taking my coffee from out of my hands and drinking it! I roll my eyes and pour myself another. “I was just going to say-”

“Choose your words very carefully, Norris.” I mumble.

“Happy Christmas Eve.” He raises his mug, smiling at all of us.

“Oh.” Max blinks as P lets out a little snort.

“Well then…” P smiles at me, “I think it’s time to cook!”

[leriexoxo]

MORE THAN FRIENDS

pairing: Felix x Fem reader

tags: friends to lovers, smut 18+, mdni, protected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, feelings realization, mutual pining

word count: 2.6k

summary: You have a crush on your friend Felix who has taken you out on a few dates, but it seems like you're not making progress since you get nothing mor than chaste kisses and romantic walks from him, what happens when you decide enough is enough? will you take what you want or keep hoping he finally makes a move?

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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The music in the bar was loud, but the voices of the people in it was even louder. It was a jumbled mess of mixed sounds. Overlapping shouts over the order of yet another round of cocktails, or whatever the hell they served in the unlabeled bottles of alcohol.

You and your date Felix, along with your friends Lola and Hyunjin were sat in a cornered booth. The four of you decided to get on a double date that evening, Hyunjin and Lola were having a very passionate conversation about Lord knows what in the opposite seat, while you and Felix watched them and tried to chime in when you felt it was necessary.

Your elbows were propped on the table while you looked over at Felix. He looked like he was having zero fun, although the main reason for this double date was to celebrate you and him passing Physics exams. That was how you met. You two hit it off easily, with little effort. In-class conversations turned into study sessions at coffee shops, which turned into coffee dates, then graduated to more “proper” dates - with sweet chaste little kisses at the end of the night. But you wanted more, you were ready to take it a step further. You just didn’t know if he was.

You mulled over the thought, swirling the glass in your hand around, not noticing when Felix got closer to your face. You jumped a little when he spoke up.

  “What’s on your mind? You seem bothered”

You hesitated, your face heating up at the thought of asking him. It was just a simple question but you felt like you weren’t drunk enough to say it.

Fuck it. What did you have to lose?

You leaned in, whispering in his ear.

  “Wanna get out of here? My roommate’s home for the weekend, so …”

You let the silence finish the sentence for you. His face flushed under the dull light, and you were sure that he understood what you meant. He stumbled over his words,

  “I ... uh, yeah, we can … sure. It’s not loud in there, right? Your … room? Because this bar is killing me.”

  “No, of course not. It’s definitely quiet. Let’s go?”

He adjusted the Louis Vuitton glasses on his face, nodding and clearing his throat. You got your friends’ attention, shouting over the noise.

  “We’re gonna head back. Together.”

Noticing his flushed cheeks, they shot you and Felix suggestive looks as you both stood up

  “Make sure to use protection, kids! No glove no love.” Hyunjin whistled.

Lola shoved at his shoulder, laughing out loud. You cringed at his reminder, while Felix turned into a tomato. You quickly said your goodbyes before rushing out the door. The way to your dorm couldn’t be any longer, Felix didn’t say much instead he put his hand at the small of your back being a complete gentleman as usual. You hoped you could change all that tonight though.

When you both got back to your dorm and into your room, you locked the door and turned your bedside table lamp on. The light casted him in a soft glow. Felix stood near your desk, not knowing what to do with himself. So, you stepped closer to him, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body.

  “Can I?” you asked, gesturing to his face. Felix swallowed and simply nodded.

You gently took off his glasses, and placed it on your desk. His eyes blinked, roaming over your face. At this distance you could feel his uneven breaths so you placed a hand on his shirt collar before pulling him down to your level and kissing him.

The kiss was tentative at first, but soon enough, with Felix following your lead, you both fell into a newfound rhythm, letting the kiss grow more intense. Felix pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth, nibbling on it.

You moaned into the kiss, losing yourself to the bliss. Your hands weren’t so shy anymore, they reached into his blonde locks pulling on the strands of his hair, making him groan. Your other hand snuck behind him, crawling under his shirt, up his back and stroking at the bare, heated skin.

He broke the kiss suddenly, making you lose momentum. If it wasn’t for his arm holding you up, your legs would have given out. He was breathing heavily, but his words came out clear,

  “Are you sure you aren’t drunk right now?” He asked, his deep voice vibrating in your ears.

  “No. I’m totally sober. I didn’t even finish my glass at the bar. Are you sober?”

  “I didn’t drink much. I just want to make sure that you’re 100% sure about this.”

You nodded almost too eagerly.

   “Yes Lixie, I’m completely sure. If you don’t kiss me right now, I’m gonna explode. Literally. My guts will be all over …”

He interrupted you with a new passion as if he had been waiting for your permission to say yes. His kiss turned fierce as if he was claiming you, his hands roaming around freely as if he was committing the curves of your body to his memory, he was drowning you in that beautiful scent of his.

You desperately pulled at each other’s clothes, like you couldn’t wait to get skin on skin. In a flurry of movements, you both had gotten the offending clothes out of the way, leaving you and him in only your under wears, your eyes swept over his body, which flushed in a faint pink color.

You blushed as well, even more at the sight of his cock, straining against the fabric of his black briefs, and the urge of getting your hands and lips on him were unbelievable. You reached out to touch his tight abs, Felix was lean and well defined all over his body. Biting your bottom lip, you took is hand and led him to your bed, pushing him down gently and straddling his hips. His hardness was really evident at this angle, it pushed up against your clothed pussy, making both of you groan.

He instantly reached behind your neck to pull you to him, you responded by meeting him in the middle and ravaging at his lips. One of your hands rested near his head, while the other cupped his jaw, locking him in an angle that allowed you to kiss him senseless. He held onto your lower back, stroking at your bare skin while you let yourself be consumed by your shared kiss.

You moved onto his jaw, peppering tiny kisses down his neck, where you gently bit at the delicate skin, then smoothed it over with the lick of your tongue. The sound -deep moan- he made was sinful. You moved your lips down onto his chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the firm muscles, sucking the skin between your lips to leave hickeys.

  “Ah fuck y/n” Felix squirmed underneath you, breathy moans escaped his lips. Your small hands caressed his body, trailing down and settling over his aching cock, you squeezed him through the fabric. He sighed shakily; his head thrown back. Satisfied with his reaction, you put more pressure in your grip earning more pleased moans from him before you retracted your hand.

You pressed a kiss over the fabric of his briefs, deciding to tease him more. Then you sat up, situated yourself on his hips, pinned him down by his hands and ground onto his hard on. He let out a broken moan, along with a plea.

  “I need to touch you, please. I can’t … Ahh” he begged.

You ground harder onto his cock, interrupting his sentence, earning another guttural moan from him. His eyes fluttered in bliss; his head tilted back just slightly. His hands fidgeting in yours, trying to break free.

   “I think I like it when you beg, Felix. Maybe louder?”

He chuckled; the sound low with a hint of danger. In a swift movement, he had you on your back, with your wrists pinned over your head quickly taking back control. You gasped, surprised by his action. He lowered his head to your pressure point, sucking hard on your neck, almost like he was marking you right back. You held back the loud moan in your throat, in case anybody was listening.

  “Or maybe … you can scream my name instead.” He sounded amused against your neck.

The devilish smile on his face was unapologetic and before you could mutter a response, his tongue made a swipe at your flesh. His hand moved down to squeeze your boobs through your bra. He pulled a cup aside, exposing your breast to the air. As he dipped his head to kiss and suck at your nipple, his hand gently squeezed on the underside of your breast.

His tongue swirled over the hard nipple, working you into a euphoric daze. You arched your body into his face, reveling in the feel of his hot lips and tongue. He hastily pulled off your bra strap and reached behind you for the hook. After a bit of struggle, the bra fell loose on your body, and he ripped it off. Immediately he moved onto the other breast and kissed it, while his hand palmed and kneaded at the other. You threaded your fingers through his hair, encouraging him on as you scratched your nails along his bare back, hooking your legs over his ass.

Felix started kissing his way down your body, his finger hooked onto your soaked panties, pulling them down your legs, tantalizingly slow while pressing butterfly kisses along your legs. When the panties were off, his hand snaked up your legs, reaching your core to swipe once, gathering the wetness between his fingers.

He placed his soaked fingers in his mouth, licking them clean as he locked eyes with you, and the sight made you whimper. Without a word, he dipped his head between your legs, kissing and sucking on your throbbing clit. Your hips arched up at the sensation, pushing your cunt deeper into his mouth, the ecstasy consumed you whole.

His hands moved onto your hips, pushing you down, restraining your movements, while his mouth kept on its relentless pace. You felt his tongue pressed further into your hole, dipping in and out and swallowing the taste of you. He groaned; the vibration sent a shiver up your spine. After an indulgent lick, he lifted his head, and you let out a cry of protest.

  “Don’t worry princess, I’m not done yet.” He said, his voice impossibly husky and deeper.

Right then, you felt his finger breach your entrance. The wetness of your cunt made it easy for his finger to slip inside. You shuddered at the feeling, slightly moving along with his pace. He then slipped another finger in feeling up your smooth warm and velvety walls, and you bit your lips at the pleasure.

  “Shit Felix, that feels so good” You moaned, turning your head against the pillow and biting down on your lips.

He increased the speed, groaning at how tight your walls clenched around his digits. His mouth joined his fingers, sucking hard on your clit. You moaned out loud, your body arched off the bed, lost in the breathtaking sensation. You could feel the orgasm building, threatening to take you under. He worked at your cunt, relentless and provoking.

You reached down with your hand, carding your fingers through his hair, and desperately tugged on his head, in an attempt to stop him. He perked up, breathing heavily. You managed to heave out a complete but incoherent sentence.

  “No, I … need you inside, now. Please.”

He pressed a final kiss at your pussy, kicking off his briefs. His cock sprung free from restraining, and you swallowed hard at the sight of it. His cock was beautiful, just like the rest of him. He crawled back onto you, scattering kisses along your body. You pulled on the drawer beside your desk, fishing out a condom. He raised an eyebrow at you, his unseeing eyes settled on your lips. Your face heated up at his expression.

  “I may or may not have thought about this before tonight.” You said, trying to shrug the embarrassment off.

He chuckled, kissing you and pushing you down onto the mattress.

  “Good thinking cause I didn’t have any on me.”

You tore the foil package between your teeth. He took it from your hand and rolled it on.

  “Should I be scared that you knew my size?” he said playfully teasing you.

  “No, I picked randomly, and just hoped for the best.”

He chuckled, settling himself in between your legs, his cock hard and ready, lining up at your entrance. You mewled impatiently.

  “Please, Felix. I need …”

The rest of the sentence died on your tongue as he pushed into you. You gasped at the feeling, as he pushed in further burying his cock to the hilt in you aching cunt. He stopped for a moment, eyes searching your face.

  “Are you okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip, urged him to keep going. You threw your head back at the pure pleasure of being slowly filled. You moaned in harmony. His cock filled you up so well, you felt drunk with the fullness. You heard Felix’s deep groan in your ear, guttural and drawn out as he basked in your warm tightness.

His fingers tilted your jaw up and kissed you, hard and sloppy as he moved inside you. Your foreheads touched, you felt dizzy on the shared breath, at the close proximity, and with the way he moved at a slow pace, letting you adjust to his size. Your inner walls clamped hard onto him, the friction between felt heavenly. He breathed out the words between each thrust.

  “You can’t be real baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

You whimpered, pushing his head closer to yours, until your lips touched, chasing one another between each breathy sigh. Your leg caressed his bare ass as you locked them around him, urging him on. Felix understood your command, started slamming into you faster, and you felt your eyes rolling back to your head.

You let out euphoric cries as his thrusts became ferocious. You held onto him tighter, more feeling than hearing the groans that came out of his throat. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans, the sound of skin against skin, and the squeak of your bed. Each drag, each thrust of his cock was merciless, bringing you closer to your peak.

  “I’m gonna cum Felix, don’t stop… fuck!” You moaned loudly, you couldn’t care less about keeping quiet, as you exploded around him. His name fell from your lips like a prayer. Your nails dug hard onto his skin as you riding out the orgasm on his unfaltering pace. He kept on his brute speed, as he was only a few thrusts away from coming himself.

His hips stuttered, his thrusts grew sloppily and he came with a guttural moan, the sound of your name being whispered repeatedly in pure bliss echoed in your ears. His forehead rested against yours, and for that moment, you could only hear the sound of your hard breathing. He dropped his lips low, pulling onto yours, smiling into the kiss.

He reluctantly pulled himself out of you, discarded the used condom into the bin under your bedside table, and dropped back down onto the bed. You looked at him, as the smile grew wider on his face. He turned to your side, pulled you into his chest, nuzzled his nose into your hair in a fond gesture. You winded your arm around him, holding him closer, and pressed a kiss onto his throat. He hummed in satisfaction, peppered your forehead with kisses. You sighed happily, feeling the fatigue sneaking in. You muttered the words through a yawn, patting his firm chest weakly.

  “Can we do it again first thing tomorrow?” you muttered

He laughed, the sound made his chest rumble, caressing your hair tenderly.

  “I promise. Now sleep tight, angel.”

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Authors note: oh, my Felixxxxxx ahhhhhh!! this boy makes me so feral i love him!! ughhh. anyways the ot8 masterlist is complete and i'm so happy!! i cant wait to develop more fics from here on out

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[yamumsyadadd]

First love

Part of the mariquita universe. i didnt proof read this at all :)

its about 4.7k words. bit of yelling, mentions of sex.

It took a long time for you to be comfortable telling your parents what you needed. Everytime you tried, the worst washed over you. But it never happened, both your mami and mama would move mountains for you. 

This time it was because you felt a little neglected. Rio was two, he was mobile and just loved to be around people. Olga got one on one time with him most days, your mami however did not. A large quantity of her free time in the evenings and even weekends was spent playing with Rio, which left very little time for you. 

As you were sitting on the couch, your mami on your right and Olga on your left, Rio in bed. 

“I have something to say.” It came out a lot harsher than you were anticipating, both your mami and Olga whipped their heads around to look at you, slightly taken aback by the way you spoke. “Sometimes I feel a little left out because you both have one on one time with Rio and not with me. I know he’s small and needs help but it would be nice to have one on one time too.” You couldn’t lift your head up to look at them, feeling slightly embarrassed that you weren’t being more independent. 

“Mariquita, I’m so sorry. We are sorry, that you’re feeling that way. How about we make a plan? One day or morning or whatever, we can have it as just us. No one else.” Your mami said as she stroked through your hair. 

“What about Olga?”

“What about me? You want to have one on one time with me too?” 

“Well yeah. You’re my third parent?” 

For the 6 years that Olga had been in your life, she had tried not to make any parenting decisions directly to you, always texting your mami and mama, not wanting to over step the line but now with you saying it, she felt more at ease. To her you were her daughter, just as much as Rio was her son. 

“How about on Saturday mornings we alternate? One week with me, one week with your mami, then if it’s a home game we can have a movie night on Saturday nights?” Olga knew she had to hold in her tears, saving them for when she was wrapped up in alexia’s arms later tonight. 

“I like that plan.” Your mami kissed your head, giving Olga’s shoulders a squeeze from behind you. 

For the next year, that’s how to worked. Every week you’d have one on one time with your mami and Olga. Even if Olga was meant to be in Madrid, she’d make time for you. Very occasionally someone else would join. Sometimes Alba, sometimes one of two of Olga’s friends. 

With your mami, your favourite thing was going on a hike. They weren’t particularly easy ones and not once did she complain. With Olga, you typically ran, 5 or 10kms, sometimes going to Pilates or yoga, always ending up at your favourite cafe for brunch and coffee. 

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As you got older, more mature, so did your body. To your mami and Olga, it was like you grew boobs overnight. The boys and girls at school noticed too. You went from being a flat chested, quiet girl, to being a c-cup, pretty and popular. 

Your bright green eyes, light freckles that littered your face, stood out to the boys but one boy in particular. Juan had been in your class since you moved. You didn’t know much about him, he was athletic, enjoyed playing football but he was also creative. He drew a lot, you would see all the drawings as you passed his desk in the mornings. He was in the ‘popular’ group at school but he was definitely the most quiet out of them. 

There were times when you were paired together, during gym class or biology but you were never really able to talk. It was all about school and getting the work done. 

It wasn’t until the Sant Jordi festival that you really got to know him. The Barcelona team, Olga and a few of her friends were going, your friends too. Your mami let you go off with them for a few hours, only for most the girls to go off with their boyfriends leaving you alone with Juan. 

“So, um, what do you do for fun?” He would barely look at you, hands buried in his pockets to avoid an accidental touch. 

“I like to run, do yoga, hiking, I like science and reading too. How about you? I know you play football.” 

“I like hiking too! I do play football, not for Barcelona or anything yet. But that’s the dream right?” He chuckled slightly. 

“Yeah I guess.” 

“You don’t like football? I thought you would because of your parents.”

“I like watching, I don’t like playing. It was never really fun for me considering who my parents are.” 

“Ah gotcha.” That was all that was said for a while, until you saw your mami who waved you over. 

“I’ve got to go. My mami is waving me over.”

“Do you want to go on a hike together?” You both spoke at the same time. Blush creeping over both your cheeks. 

“A hike sounds good. I can give you my number and we can organise it?” 

“Yes!” He practically shouted, “I mean, yeah yeah that’s cool.” You swapped numbers before saying goodbye and running over to your mami and Tia’s. 

One look from Mapi meant that you’d talk about this later. Later when your mami and Olga were no where near.

It took a few days of talking and planning until you were able to settle on a day that would work. There was only one problem: your mami and Olga. Usually they were fine with you going to hang out with your friends but this was different. Or at least it felt different. 

You decided to pull someone into this and help the cover for you. Your first thought was Mapi and Ingrid, but Mapi had a big mouth and would tell your mami. Vicky was out, she too would accidentally let it slip, same with Patri and Claudia. The only option left was Alba. 

“You want me to lie to your mami?” 

“Well it’s technically not a lie because I will be with you, just not the entire time.” 

“Fine. But if she finds out, you owe me £50 and you tell her the truth about her missing shoes.” 

“Thank you thank you!” You hung up, rolling over and smiling like an idiot. Tomorrow you’d have your first date? Hang out alone with a cute boy? You weren’t sure what to call it but you were excited. 

When the time finally came everything was set in motion. Your mami and Olga thought you were spending the afternoon with Alba, but you were going to be with the boy you had a crush on. 

It felt like school drag on for you. Whenever you could spare a glance towards Juan, he was already looking at you. A love sick smile on his face. Your friends giggled about it at lunchtime and in between classes. 

At first, it was a little awkward. Between carrying your school bags and the hike itself, there wasn’t much talking. Once you got to the top, Juan stopped near a clearing, pulling out a blanket and a container of food. 

“I made us some afternoon tea.” The container was filled with chips, cookies, soft pretzels, some cut up strawberries and watermelon. 

“Did you make these?” You gestured towards the cookies and soft pretzels. 

“I did. I like to bake, sorry if they aren’t good-“ you leaned towards him, kissing his cheek and effectively shutting him up. 

The rest of the afternoon was filled with lots of laughs and getting to know each other. You’d never been on a date before, or really been around straight couples, but if your mami and mama felt this way about each other when they met, then you knew it was going to be good. 

The hike back down was a lot less awkward than before, when Juan reached for your hand to hold you let him. Smiling shyly up at him. You could see albas car a little up the path from where you had stopped. 

As you both awkwardly stood there, you took your chance. You stood up on your tippy toes and kissed him. He kissed back almost immediately and when you pulled away, you both had mirroring smiles. 

“I had a really good time today. Thank you for the afternoon tea.” 

“I did too. Can we do it again? maybe we can do out for dinner or something?” 

“Yes!” Alba car horn made you whip around, “text me? I gotta go.” You kissed him again then walked away, feeling a feeling that you’ve never felt before. 

Alba was sitting in the front seat of her car, having watched the whole thing, remembering helping your mami sneak off to go on a date with your mama. 

“So… how was it?” 

“It was fine. A nice hike, he made some afternoon tea, had my first kiss, talked about our hobbies, his football. You know the usual.” 

“YOUR FIRST KISS!?” Alba screamed. “How was it?”

“It was good. Really good. Better than I imagined.” 

“This calls for ice cream.”

“Mami is going to be annoyed.” 

“Who cares.” 

Your mami was in fact annoyed. Going on and on about alba spoiling your dinner and how you both knew that you weren’t allowed ice cream so close to dinner but you didn’t care. All you could think about was your first kiss with Juan and how he continued to text you even though apart of you thought he wouldn’t. 

For the next few weeks you and Juan continued your secret dates. Sometimes it would be just as simple as watching him at football training, or going for a run together. Olga had noticed something was up, you generally weren’t the typical phone always in hand teenager but over the last few weeks you had been. That and the love sick smile on your face whenever you looked at your phone. 

“I think Mari has a boyfriend or girlfriend.” It was said in the safety of their bedroom. The house was quiet, both you and Rio were asleep. 

“Oh?” Alexia put down her iPad, “what makes you think that?” 

“She’s always on her phone now, smiling at it. She’s also spending a lot of time with Alba.” 

“She’s always been close to Alba.”

“I know, but this feels different.” 

“Okay, how about I ask Alba since she can’t lie to me, and you ask Mari?”

“Okay.” 

They talked a little more to make the plan fool proof. Alexia would corner Alba, a short time after Olga cornered you. Olga would report back to alexia and alexia would use that to get the truth out. 

But it wasn’t that easy. While you had been spending time with Alba, you’d managed to finally rope in a Vicky and Pina. At first they were hesitant, neither could lie to your mami if they interrogated her but you promised it wouldn’t come to that. Alba didn’t know exactly how much time you were spending with Juan and that you had gotten two more people in on it. 

When Juan asked you to be his girlfriend officially you were over the moon. You’d lied yet again about where you were and who you were with. This time, you were alone in his room. His parents were still at work and one thing led to another. You left his house that afternoon with an ache between your legs and a smile on your face. You had a boyfriend. You were happy and you had entered a new stage of your life. 

It had taken a week for Olga to be able to effectively corner you. It was your time for one on one time with her, this week was a 10km run followed by a swim at the beach, then brunch. 

“Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?” Olga had completely disregarded the plan her and alexia had, wanting to get straight to this point. 

“Yes.” 

Olga’s head turned around so fast you’re surprised it didn’t snap off. “You haven’t said anything? How long?” 

“I don’t know. Couple of months.” 

“You’ve been using alba to cover for you?” 

“Alba, Vicky and pina. Only a few times a week.” 

“Why?” 

“Mami is… overbearing. She’s Alexia Putellas for Christ sake.” 

“She’s protective. Only wants the best for you, we both do. Have you told your mama?” 

“No. Only alba, Vicky and Claudia plus my friends at school. I guess you too now.” 

“You need to tell her.”

“I know. I will.” 

It wasn’t spoken about for the rest of the day, Olga never did message Alexia so she couldn’t interrogate Alba. You were stewing away trying to figure out how to tell her. You wanted it to be at home, somewhere she was calm knowing that she would freak out. 

But it didn’t work out like that. On sundays you’d always go to your Abuela’s for dinner. No matter what, everyone was there. It was something your Abuela had been incredibly strict on. 

Throughout the night, both Olga and Alba kept giving you looks. Alba had mentioned that something seemed different about you, but you shrugged her off. After Olga put Rio down in the portacot in the spare room, something inside you snapped. 

“I have a boyfriend and I had sex with him.” As soon as you realised what you blurted out, you covered your mouth. 

The sound of cutlery hitting the plates seemed like the loudest thing in the world. 

“What did you just say.” Your mami asked, you were pretty sure she heard and the vein popping out of her neck confirmed it. 

“Ale-“ Olga started. 

“No! Repeat what you just said!”

“I have a boyfriend, his name is Juan. He plays football, he’s really great mami.” 

“I didn’t ask his name y/n. I didn’t ask if he was nice or what his hobbies were, I asked you to repeat yourself.” 

“I have a boyfriend and we had sex.”

Everyone watched on in horror as Alexia slammed her fist on the table, “you’re 15! A child. You’re child who should not be doing that!” 

“You had sex with mama when you were 16.” Something inside of you wanted to fight back, to stand up for yourself. “The only difference is Juan is a boy and mama is a girl. Alba had sex at-“ 

“Enough! I cannot believe you would be so irresponsible, so reckless. Is that why you made Alba lie for you?” Her voice was getting louder and louder. Olga was silently worried that Rio would wake up. 

“How would you know if I was reckless? All you’ve done is yell at me. I didn’t make Alba do anything! She is an adult!” You matched her volume, yelling back. 

And right on que, Rio woke up. The scrapping of Olga’s chair and his screams snapped you both out of it. 

“Get in the car. Do not say another word.” Your mami was seething. There’s only one other time you’d seen her like this, it was when you were being bullied at your old school but this time, her anger was directed at you. 

You didn’t even bother saying goodbye to your Abuela or to Alba, slamming both the front door and the car door as you sat down. 

Your mami spent the entire car ride trying not to blow up at you, you could tell by the way her hands gripped the wheel and her posture was stiff. Occasionally Olga would turn back and give you a sympathetic look, she didn’t know for a fact that you and Juan had sex but she could’ve guessed it. To your mami, you were the shy, scared four year old even if you were the opposite at 15. 

As soon as the car was in the garage you made a move to get out, “don’t even think about it.” Your mami gritted through her teeth. You weren’t sure if she was going to punish you by making you sleep in the garage, or if she needed a quiet place to kill you. 

Olga got Rio out and made her way inside, deciding to ignore your mamis demand you got out of the car. You were full of emotions, you were mad at your mami for the way she was acting, you were sad she didn’t trust you but a part was also relieved that she knew. 

“Give me you phone, laptop, iPad. Hell any device you can message on, I want on my bed in the next 2 minutes.” 

“Mami that’s not-“

“2 minutes.” She stormed off down the hall, no doubt to message your mama and ask for her help in this matter or maybe she was going to google ‘how to deal with your child having sex.’ 

You knew that trying to fight her on this wouldn’t end well so you begrudgingly gathered up your devices. Apart of you was going to make this difficult for her, if you couldn’t have you laptop you couldn’t do school work, then she’d get a call from your teacher but that would be her fault not yours. Same with your phone, she wouldn’t know where you were or what you were doing. The convenience would be turned into an inconvenience. 

“You’re not to go anywhere after school. I will drop you off and I will pick you up. No phone, laptop, iPad, anything. You will come home, do you homework and chores and stare at a wall. I do not want you talking to that boy. I will book an appointment with a gynaecologist and we will go. There is no discussing this.” She didn’t even look at you. The disappointment was radiating off her. 

“You and mama were the same age as me. I don’t see the big deal in this.” 

“That’s exactly the problem, you don’t see the big deal in this. You’re a child y/n, you’re not some adult who gets to frolick around. I thought you knew better than this, I’m dis-“

“If you’re so ashamed of me then I’ll go live with mama! You won’t have be repulsed every time you look at me!” 

“Fine! Go live with your mama! Go right ahead, move to Mexico, say goodbye to your little boyfriend and your friends. You think you’re so grown so go ahead.” You knew she didn’t mean it because she had fought hard to keep you in Spain, more than once. 

“I hate you!” You screamed at her as you slammed the door closed. Throwing yourself onto your bed and screaming into your pillow. 

While laying there crying, you were trying to make up a plan in what to do. Flying to Mexico was out of the question, you needed your phone and passport, both which your mama had. Running away was an option that you were on the fence about. You could hide, but that would be unfair to Olga and your other family. 

Over the next few days you refused to talk to you mami, not that it really mattered since she wasn’t talking to you. Olga could tell you were mad and sad about the entire thing. There was no part of her that was disappointed or mad at you, it was a natural thing to do. Teenagers have sex, she had sex as a teenager, both or mami and mama too. 

She kept her word, dropping you off at the gate everyday and picking you up. The only way to talk to your friends and Juan was at school. It was annoying for everyone. 

Usually, your mama would take you straight home, cancelling her appointments that she usually had in the afternoons, today however was different. All week she was grumbling to Olga about how the club was making her go to the La Masia trials, the same trials that Juan had been talking about all week. It never clicked until you pulled up. 

“Why are we here?” “Trials. Don’t embarrass me.” She barely looked at you and got out. It was slowly getting to you. Your mami was your best friend and now she was treating you like shit. 

The first hour was spent standing around, staring at the grass as your mami spoke to all the coaches. It wasn’t until 15 minutes before the trials began that you saw Juan and his family. His mami and papa and little sister were always at his trainings and games, showing support whenever they could. 

After an hour it all came crashing down. You didn’t realise it at the time, but when you went over to say hello to Juan and his family, your mami was watching. She realised right away who the boy was and made a mental note of it. You had gone off to the bathroom, finally allowed to be alone after having your mami breathing down your neck. 

Panic arose in you when you saw your mami and Juan’s parents talking. With her scowl on her face, you knew it wasn’t a friendly conversation. 

“Our children seem to be dating, we need to set some boundaries. If the children, because thats what they are, are at either houses I need there to be adult supervision and for the bedroom doors to stay open.” Your mami crossed her arms, looking over as you walked towards them. 

“I agree, y/n is only ever allowed over when one of us is home.” Juan’s father, Jorge said. 

“Well if thats the case then they wouldn’t have been able to have sex would they?” “Excuse me?” His mama, Isabel got defensive , “they have never been home alone, they go out after school alone, but never ever have they been home alone.” Jorge had removed himself from the conversation, walking over to Juan and pulling him by his jersey to his mama. 

“Ms Putellas has just told us that you and y/n have had sex? You are never home alone so this isn’t true is it?”

Both you and Juan stood there in silence, knowing that whatever the answer you’ll both be in trouble. “You were asked a question, answer it.”

“Yes we had sex. Tia was on the phone to her boyfriend and so we were in my room with the door closed.“ “Juan! Not only have you disrespected our family, our rules, but you also disrespected the Putellas family. Go get in the car, you’re done today.” Juan looked like he was about to cry at his papas words. You knew that if he left early, he wouldn’t be counted in the trial and his dream to join Barcelona would have to wait another year. 

As he walked off, not even sparing you a glance, you could feel the tears slipping out of your eyes. The drive home was quiet, you sat there staring out the window crying silently. The coming days would be horrible, you just had that feeling. 

And boy were you right. For three days, Juan ignored you until it got too much and you cornered him in the locker room as PDHPE finished. 

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“Im not” he continued to pack his bag. 

“You’re lying to me. Why?”

“My parents said it would be best if we didn’t see each other anymore.” He said it with the coldest voice, no emotions at all.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes. I need to focus on school and on football.” “I thought you loved me?”

“Love doesn’t matter y/n. I need to go, my papa will be waiting.” 

He left you standing there, crying in the middle of the boys locker room. Your heart had just been broken by the first boy you loved. So you did what you did best, you ran. You didn’t even take your school bag with you, or bother to tell you mami or friends. You just ran and ran until your tears were mixed with sweat and your chest hurt. 

Albas house is where you ended up and luckily she was actually home when you pounded on the door. She took you in no questions asked. Holding you sweaty gross body close to hers as you cried into her. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, a mix of exhaustion from crying so hard and running all the way there. 

When you did wake up, there were voices talking around you, you could feel a hand running through your hair. You tensed up at the thought of your mami being here. 

“Relax mari, its just me.” Olgas voice calmed your ears. “Are you ready to go home?” She asked softly.

“Yeah I guess.” You got up, hugging alba goodbye and thanking her, then followed Olga down to her car. Neither of you spoke, but she did give you a small sympathetic smile and squeezed your shoulder. 

You knew it was bad when you walked in the front door and Olga didn’t even greet your mami. To be the cause of their fight made you feel incredibly anxious. Olga followed you into your room, sitting on the edge of the bed as you made yourself comfortable.

“Can you tell me what happened?” You nodded and told the entire story. How everyday you and Juan would spend all the breaks together, how your mami acted insane today at the football trial and how Juan broke your heart and didn’t even care. 

On the inside, Olga was seething. She had already gone off at Alexia multiple times about this whole thing, and for Alexia to go behind her back and break a promise, made her see red. 

For two days, Olga let you stay home with her and Rio. Your mami wasn’t told, Olga just said she was talking you to school. For two days, you got to lay in bed and sulk. Feel whatever you needed to feel and then you decided that was enough. You weren’t going to let a boy ruin the rest of your high school experience. 

And so the next day you got up, scrubbed your entire body and put on a brave face. The kids at school whispered as they saw both you and Juan ignore each other, your friends groups stayed separate and the girls refused to talk to the boys. 

All that was left to face was your mami. Your mama, Olga, abuela and alba had all torn into her. She overreacted and ruined a relationship.

“Mari, can we talk for a moment?” Your mami asked as she stood in the doorway to your room. 

“Depends, are you going to yell at me or tell me I’m a disappointment again?

“No. That was a mistake. I should never have said those things to you because you aren’t a disappoint, you’re strong, brave, and the perfect child.” She walked over to your desk chair, sitting down. “I had never imagined you having a boyfriend or having sex. In my head, you were still our little baby, not someone who is going to be an adult in three short years.”

“Mami-“

“No please let me finish otherwise Olga might kill me.” You both laughed, knowing that Olga was probably waiting in bed for this conversation to end. “Your mama and I had sex when I was 16, alba had sex when she was 15. The difference being, I didn’t have a pregnancy scare but Alba did. She didn’t tell abuela, and I carried that secret for years, so when you said you had sex all I could imagine was a 15 year old Alba crying in my apartment.”

“I understand, but I promise we used a condom. It was only one time and it wont happen again because he broke up with me.”

Your mami frowned, then her eyes went wide, “he broke up with you because of me?”

“Yeah.”

“I am so so sorry. If I could go back in time I would.”

“No mami, its fine. He obviously wasn’t worth it but if you do it to the next person I probably wont be so forgiving.”

Your mami laid down with her, letting you snuggle into her. For now your relationship Ould be strained and maybe it wouldn’t ever be as good as it once was but for now it was fixed. 

[westanleovaldito]

Nosferatu

(Implied early seasons) Spencer Reid x gn!eader

Summary: upon seeing the book on his shelf, you offer to take him to the new Nosferatu movie. You were, however, very in the dark about the plot.

A/N: kinda short, been a bit since i wrote something (or watched the movie) and my brother gave me this idea so credit to @ericthebarbaric and yall know i love early seasons Spence, so technically counts as a modern au?? Fuck if i know. Also very self endulgent and Nosferatu spoilers :)

All you wanted was to go on a date. A nice one too. You saw the old, worn, clearly loved copy of a book on his shelf, and recognized it as the movie that recently came out.

Naturally, you reached to look at it. Squatting down as you looked at the inside summary.

"Oh, do you want to borrow that copy?" He asked as he entered the livingroom, still wringing his hands. "You can read it if you want?"

You, knowing borrowing knowledge was his love language, only shook your head as you stood. "It's ok. I just got an idea though." You smile, cocking your head.

He mirrored you, waiting for you to continue.

"There's a remake in theaters," you start with a grin. So, so proud of yourself for doing something he'd like. "We can watch it together if you want?"

His face flushed. He wasn't used to people flirting with him- especially not pretty people. You had been dating for about three months now, and you had just accepted that his shell would be hard to break.

"Do you- do you know what it's about?" He asked, raising a brow.

You shrugged, humming softly. "Lonely victorian girl summons plague-y vampire?"

"Sure." He let out a soft chuckle, nodding as a knowing grin overtook him. "It'll be fun."

"Hell yeah it will!" You smiled, setting the book back.

The morning was lovely. Sunny with a colder breeze. Bagel and coffee in hand, you walked down the street with Spencer, playfully pushing his shoulder with your own as you teased him. It was great! Even as you sat in the empty theater, whispering and giggling to eachother.

The lights dimmed fully, signaling the advertisements and trailers were completely done. You gave a final whisper to him, grinning as you leaned a little closer.

You were still hyper aware of his quirks, touch aversion, germaphobia, and his need to take things at what felt like snails pace- which you were patient with! Today, you felt like holding his hand, but you were unsure of how he'd react and-

Oh right, the film.

The image of a lonely victorian girl, praying for company made you chuckle slightly. "That's just me when you leave." You whispered to him.

It looked a little like his face had flushed, he always blushed when you spoke closer to him. Still, he nodded and help back a giggle.

Something about the knowing smirk on his face, like he was the one making a joke this time, it made you happy and suspicious at the very same time.

You looked back to the screen to see the main woman writhing and moaning, suspended in the air. "Huh..." you vocalized in a clearly shoked tone. "Id she possessed? I wasnt- Is she orgasming?!" You whisper yelled in mild horror.

There was soft, restricted giggle beside you, followed by the crunch of popcorn. You looked over to see Spencer, face bright red, just before he looked away.

"Did you know about this?!" You asked, knowing the answer.

You knew he adored classic literature, but you forgot classic literature got... modern, in ways. Was there even smut in the book itself? Dr. Spencer Walter Reid read vampire smut?!

"I don't know what you're talking about" he grinned after gulping. His eyes were fixed on the bottom left corner of the screen, clearly flustered.

"Are you getting back at me for all the subtle flirting?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about" he repeated with a flushed giggle, shoving more popcorn in his mouth.

The entire rest of the film was full of your shock, Spencer trying not to look at anything and the both of you stifling laughter.

At the end of the film, at the final sex scene, when the evil vampire (who was horrifically bullied by you) screamed as the sun hit him, you grinned. "Post nut clarity" you whispered, much to the dismay of the one other woman in the theater, since the man next to you let out the loudest laugh of the day.

This, ofcourse, was followed by the most disgusted "ewugh!" Either of you had ever made at the sight of the last shot of the movie.

"So, did you enjoy it?" Spencer asked at the end when the lights came on. You finally got to see the full extent of his reddened face.

You paused, attempting to find the right words. "It was scarring" you smile and nod, much to his amusment. "I think i would've enjoyed it more if i was prepared for the, uh... graphic nature"

He nodded, tossing the popcorn bucket away and gesturing for you to link arms. "I just wanted to see you flustered for once."

"You could've done literally anything else- maybe do something spontaneous or-"

Before you could finish, he grinned. Leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Li-like that?" He asked, clearly in horror of his own actions. Initiating physical affection was something he was trying to do more of, and you would be proud of him in a moment.

All you could do was pause and blink like the windows loading screen. "Uh... y-yeah" you nod, looking to him with a growing smile. "Exactly like that"

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LOVE ON AiR: 32. crybaby

WARNiNGS » profanity, drinking, mentions of being drunk (not proofread)

wc: 2.3k

it had now been officially a week and two days since you and sunghoon last talked. but really who was counting? everyone actually. your friends, you, and especially sunghoon.

“look it’ll take your mind off things, you don’t even have to drink just chill” sunoo voice rang in your head as you entered yeonjuns house with kat and giselle by your side. both who vowed not to leave you alone for the night. it was like any other party, a bit smelly and very loud.

you followed kat into the makeshift bar which was just the kitchen. “are you sure you don’t want anything to drink hon?” kats voice spoke next to you and you shook your head no, giving her a tight lipped smile. you weren’t going to lie and say you really wanted but at your current mental state, getting drunk was definitely the last thing you wanted to do.

“when did jungwon say they were gonna get here?” giselle leaned against the counter, turning to face you as you just stirred the straw in your drink. “according to life360 they’ve been here for like an hour now” you spoke up, finally taking a sip of your lemonade. “of course they have” kat rolled her eyes, causing both you and giselle to laugh softly.

you looked at both of them and frowned slightly. “you don’t need to be with me, i don’t wanna stop you two from having fun” you mumbled out and giselle shook her head, intertwining your arms together. “we can still have fun with you! we’ll just people watch all night” you rolled your eyes and let go of her arm, stepping away from both of them. “i’m telling you i’m perfectly fine, go mingle, have fun, i don’t know kiss someone!” you smiled at both of them. giselle and kat exchanged looks and kat sighed. “fine, but just text us okay?” she reached to rub your arm and you nodded, smiling as they both walked away.

you started walking around, people who knew you from a mutual friend waving and saying hi. “yn? is that you?” you heard a voice from afar and spotted the face, karina. you walked in her direction where her and sunwoo sat. “oh my god hi” you smiled at both of them. you reached to shake karina’s hand but instead she pulled you for a hug. startled, you reluctantly hugged her back.

she let go of you and you sat across from them, setting your drink down on the coffee table. karina sat up, leaning towards you now. there was still a good space between you and them. “so? where’s your little boy toy? sunwoo told me all about him” she wiggled her brows at you and you glanced to sunwoo, sending a fake smile. “sorry did you not want me to say anything?” he furrowed his brows and karina frowned a little. you didn’t feel like lying to either of them so you finished your drink and set it down.

“we aren’t really.. uh” you hesitated, now looking down at the rings on your fingers. “we aren’t talking anymore. i don’t think we will anytime soon” you sighed out, looking up. “that dick! he doesn’t know what he’s missing i promise there’s other guys” karina yelled out, clearly more upset than you were. she was right, there was so many other guys you could want. truth was that as much as sunghoon hurted you, a part of you still wanted him.

maybe you were obsessed with the idea of someone finally wanting to be with you and being confident about their feelings with you. it didn't matter because this past week you had been trying to push that feeling down so hard but it was no use.

sunwoos eyes softened on your figure. “you still want to be with him, don’t you?” you felt tears well up in your eyes sighed shakily. karina frowned, seeing the tears in your eyes. she stood up and sat down next to you, holding you in her arms. “cmon tell us what’s going on” she rubbed your back, “it’s a long story” you spoke up, making sunwoo and karina both laugh.

“well we both have nowhere else to be so lay it on us” sunwoo said, giving you a tight lipped smile. you nodded and sat up, karina still rubbing your back. so the story began.

“LETS GOOO!!!” jake cheered, beating sunghoon and jungwon in a round of beer pong again. “who knew you were actually good at this” riki spoke next to jake, dapping him up at another victory. “you know what i know that’s backhanded but i’ll take it!” jake spoke, heeseung laughing and patting his back.

sunghoon had been here for about an hour now and the only thing he’s wanted to do is just go home. he wasn’t in the mood to do anything and the only reason he was playing beer pong with them is because sunoo told him to.

he hadnt bumped into you yet which was both a blessing and a curse. a curse because he needs to clear things up between you two. blessing because if he did clear things up and you did unblock him you would see the 41 unread messages, 5 voicemails, and 15 missed calls in your notifications.

“ah ah you’re moping again! cmon take another drink” jay patted sunghoons shoulder making him groan. “i am not moping” he mumbled, pushing jays hand off his shoulder. “yeah you are! you have that stupid pout on your face that you’ve had for the past week” jake yelled, pointing at sunghoon now.

that’s what sunghoons week looked like, he found out pretty early that all of his friends knew about the situation and they haven’t left him alone since. the girls were occupied with you clearly so his week ranged from pickleball with sunoo, karaoke with all 7 of them, and even hanging out with yeonjun. he knew what they were doing, they were keeping him busy so he didn’t think about you.

but he did. every single minute of that week. all he could think about was how disgusted you were of him, of how hurt you were. he wasn’t even there in person but it’s like your cries echoed in his head all the fucking time. some would call it torture, sunghoon thought of it as the price he had to pay for hurting you.

a drink was now shoved in his hand by heeseung, who patted his back. sunghoon groaned, looking downstairs now. they were on the second floor balcony which gave a clear view of the first floor. as he looked around, he found you. sitting across a guy with another girl on your side. he furrowed his brows, seeing that you were clearly saying something but he couldn’t hear it over the music.

“who is yn talking to right now?” he spoke up, making jungwon walk over. sunghoon pointed his head towards your direction and jungwon squinted, trying to make out a face. “looks like.. sunwoo and karina.” jungwon spoke up, looking at sunghoon who had an irritated look on his face.

“oh i didn’t know sunwoo was in town! i’ll go say hi later” sunoo smiled and sunghoon furrowed his brows, “who is that” he turned around to look at sunoo. “he’s a guy yn used to talk to, but karina is his girlfriend. i’m sure they’re just catching up!” sunoo reassured him, although it didn’t do much for sunghoon. jake noticed the shift in his attitude and rushed over to his side, grabbing his wrist. “they’re setting up a billiards game come on!” and there they went.

“holy shit” was all that sunwoo and karina could muster out after you laid down the nitty gritty of your predicament. “see, complicated.” you took a sip of your drink, now with a refill of fruit punch you furrowed your brows at the taste and set the cup down, the lemonade was better. “as crazy as that all is yn can i be honest?” karina looks to you and you nod. “please do” regretting saying that after the next couple words came out of her mouth.

“just.. hear him out.” she smiled softly and you frowned a little. “rinas right, as bad as it looks for him, you need to atleast try to give him a chance” sunwoo said, taking a sip of his drink as well. “i guess so” you sighed out, swishing the liquid in the cup around.

just before you were going to speak up, your phone buzzed in your lap, the noise startling all three of you. it was a text from kat.

kat: really drunk rn, do you think you could take me home. i’m upstairs in the 3rd door on the left

you sighed, shutting your phone. “i gotta go, it’s kat” karina and sunwoo nodded as you stood up. karina stood up and gave you a hug. “just take our advice into account okay?” she mumbled next to your ear and you nodded, smiling softly. you pulled back and said your goodbyes to them both, then headed upstairs to find kat.

once you were up there, you walked around groups of people and found the room. luckily the door was unlocked so you went in. it was an empty bedroom, most likely a guest room since this was yeonjuns parents house. you shut the door behind you and walked around. “kat?” you called out, walking towards the bathroom door.

you jumped when the bathroom door opened, but instead of it being kat you saw sunghoon, walking out of the bathroom, wide eyed. “sorry kat said she was in here” you turned around, making your way to leave. “yn wait” he grabbed your wrist, causing you to turn around.

“can we talk, please” was all he could muster out after seeing your face. you pursed your lips then got your hand out of his hold. “why should i even talk to you sunghoon. give me one good reason” you looked at him, arms crossed. sunghoon blanked. he couldn’t think of one good reason you should listen to him. you nodded, sucking your teeth. “goodbye sunghoon” once again you turned around, instead of sunghoon grabbing your wrist, he rushed to walk in front of you, blocking your way out.

“get out of my way” you murmured, not even wanting to look at him. “yn i can’t think of a single good reason, i can’t. but please let me explain my side and you can decide if you want anything to do with me after this. whatever your choice is, i won’t interfere i swear.” he said, now pleading you to hear his case. you sighed and looked up at him. screw this pretty man for having pretty eyes too. “fine, but you have five minutes” you crossed your arms. sunghoon hesitating, not knowing where to start.

“whatever haseul told you just don’t believe it. she doesn’t want what’s best for you. yes i confronted her and yes she admitted. i may or may not have blackmailed her to get her to leave you alone but i swear yn you can check my phone i never had a part in it. never. the only thing i knew of the stalking was what you told me.” as he reached for his phone in his pocket you stopped him. “i don’t need to check your phone im not doing that.” he nodded, running his hand through his hair, useless really because his palms were sweaty.

“and the lie, i feel so stupid about that. the guys told me not just come clean and i didn’t listen. im so sorry yn i had no right to confront her i should’ve just told you about it and let you have that closure. i thought i was taking a burden off your shoulders but im really sorry yn.” he spoke fast again, but you could keep up with his words. what sucked about all of this is that you believed it. you believed that distressed look in his eyes, the rambling he did, the story also just made sense.

you pursed your lips, and sighed. you knew he was waiting on a response but you could only think about one thing. “i believe you but sunghoon it shouldn’t be this hard to want to be with you.” is that you mustered out, breaking sunghoons heart in two. a part of him is glad you want him, the other part feels so guilty for putting you through so much these past couple months.

“i know.. i know im sorry” he replied, eyes searching yours. “i am too, i shouldn't have believed some stranger over you” causing him to shake his head. “yn you have nothing to apologize for, nothing. okay?” he looked in your eyes for an answer and you breathed out, nodding.

“from here on out i promise yn there’s no secrets, i mean other than the fact that sometimes gaeul sleeps in my bed but no secrets” he rambled out, making you laugh softly. sunghoons heart swelled at the sound of your laugh and your smile on your face. “okay sunghoon, no secrets” you nodded, making him smile.

the door opened behind sunghoon revealing heeseung and kat, who were indeed the masterminds behind it all. “sooo?” heeseung smiled at the two of you and you nodded. “everything’s okay, we talked” kat and heeseung fist bump each other making sunghoon roll his eyes. “okay well my text was partially true because giselle is drunk and we should go now” kat looks to you and you nod, turning to sunghoon.

“see you soon?” you looked up at him, making him smile and nod. you got closer and kissed his cheek, then pulled away, grabbing kats hand. you waved bye to a now flushed sunghoon and heeseung.

heeseung side eyed sunghoon, elbowing him. “look at you so much for nonchalant huh?” sunghoon glared at him, “quit it man” “oh come on!! give me a kiss too hoonie”

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Y/N: Your Name 

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*Spencer’s POV*

I tugged at the sleeves of my sweater as I stood outside the little Italian restaurant, shifting from foot to foot. Even after a year of dating, I still felt a little nervous before every date with Y/N. Not because she made me uncomfortable, quite the opposite, actually. It was because she made me feel too much, and the emotions had never been my strong suit. But tonight was special. One year. Three hundred and sixty-five days. I calculated the exact number to hours too, but that might be a bit much. 

I spotted Y/N walking toward me, looking effortlessly beautiful in a way that made my heart stutter. I straightened up immediately, hands clasping together as I greeted her with a slightly awkward but endearing smile. 

“Hi.” I said, rocking on my heels. 

“Hey, Spence.” She grinned, stepping closer to press a soft kiss to my cheek.

“Happy anniversary.” 

My face turned pink. “Happy anniversary.” I hesitated before adding. “I, uh, got us a reservation. Statistically speaking, this restaurant has some of the highest-rated customer reviews for romantic atmospheres without being overwhelmingly intimate.” 

Y/N laughed, lacing her fingers through mine. “You researched this, didn’t you?” 

My blush deepened. “Maybe a little.” 

She squeezed my hand. “That’s adorable.” 

I let out a small breath of relief as we walked inside. Once we were seated, I found myself relaxing. A year ago, I would have been overthinking every little thing- was I talking too much? Should I hold her hand? Was I supposed to make more eye contact? But now? Now I could just enjoy her company. 

“So…” Y/N said as she picked up her menu, eyes twinkling with amusement. 

“Did you prepare any fun facts for tonight?” 

I pushed my hair behind my ear, lips twitching upward. “Did you know that in ancient Rome, couples would break a piece of bread together during their wedding as a symbol of good fortune? It’s where the modern tradition of wedding cakes comes from.” 

Y/N chuckled. “See, this is why I love you.” 

My heart jumped at that. Even after a year, I still wasn’t used to hearing it. I shifted a little in my seat before mumbling. 

“I love you too.” 

She reached across the table, taking my hand again. “You know, you seem more comfortable tonight. You’re not as fidgety.” 

I tilted my head. “I think… I think I’m finally getting used to this. To us.” 

Y/N smiled warmly. “Good, because I kind of wanna keep you around for a while.” 

I grinned, my fingers gently squeezing hers. “I’d like that.” 

As dinner went on, I found myself relaxing more and more. It was strange, I spent so much of my life overthinking social interactions, especially in romantic settings, but with Y/N, things felt…natural. Maybe it was the way she looked at me like I wasn’t just some socially awkward genius who struggled with intimacy, but just me. Maybe it was a warmth in her eyes every time I spoke, the way she actually enjoyed listening to my rambles instead of just tolerating them. Or maybe it was just because after a year, I finally let myself believe that I didn’t have to be perfect for her to love me. And that confidence? It was showing. 

As we talked, I found myself leaning in more, my long fingers tracing light circles over the back of Y/N’s as they rested on the table. Every so often, my knee brushed against hers, and unlike before, I didn’t pull away. Instead, I let it linger. 

At one point, Y/N raised a curious eyebrow. “You’re awfully bold tonight, Dr. Reid.” 

I smirked, surprising even myself. “Well, you’ve stuck around for a year. I figured I must be doing something right.” 

She laughed softly. “You’re doing everything right. 

My heart swelled at that, and without thinking, I brought her hand to my lips, pressing a feather-light kiss to her knuckles. It was a simple gesture, but it felt big for me. An unspoken, I trust you, and I want you close. 

Y/N blinked in surprise before a soft blush dusted her cheeks. 

“Okay, who are you, and what have you done with my awkward boyfriend?” 

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. “I guess I just feel more… comfortable. More confident with you.” I hesitated for a second before adding. “And, um, if you’re not too tired, maybe you’d want to come back to my place after this?” 

She tilted her head. “Oh? And what would we do at your place, Dr. Reid?” 

I felt heat rise to my face but didn’t back down. “I was thinking we could just spend more time together. No pressure, of course.” 

Her smile was teasing but affectionate. “I’d love to.” 

I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, my fingers tightening around hers.

“Good, because I really don’t want this night to end just yet.” 

My apartment was quiet and dimly lit as we stepped inside, the atmosphere still charged with the lingering tension from our dinner conversation. I kicked off my shoes and Y/N set her purse down on the entryway table. 

“Make yourself comfortable.” I said, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. 

“I’ll just… I’ll be right back.” 

I ducked into the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. A year ago, the idea of being alone with Y/N like this would have sent me into a tailspin of anxiety, but now? Now I felt… eager. Excited. 

When I returned to the living room, Y/N was perched on the edge of the couch, her eyes bright and curious as they followed my movements. I took a deep breath and crossed the room to sit beside her, close but not touching. 

“So…” I started, my voice coming out softer than I intended. “I guess this is… this is new territory for us, huh?” 

Y/N nodded, her hand finding mine and lacing our fingers together. 

“It is, but I like new territory for you, Spence. You make me feel… safe like anything we do together will be okay.” 

My heart swelled at her words, and without thinking, I brought our joined hands to my lips pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. 

“I like making you feel safe, and I like being with you, Y/N. In any new territory, you want to explore. 

Her breath hitched slightly, her eyes darkening with desire as they met mine. 

“Spence, I…” 

I leaned in closer, my free hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Y/N, I…” 

Our lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a silent conversation passing between us. It was slow and sweet at first, but as the seconds ticked by, the intensity grew. Y/N shifted closer, her hands sliding up my chest to loop around my neck as she deepened the kiss. I groaned softly against her mouth, my own hands roaming over her curves, memorizing the feeling of her under my fingertips. She tasted like wine and possibility, and I couldn’t get enough. My tongue swiped along the seam of her lips, seeking entrance, and she granted it readily. Our tongues tangling in a dance as old as time. 

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, lost in each other until the need for air became too great. We broke apart panting, foreheads pressed together as we caught our breath. 

“Bedroom?” Y/N whispered her voice husky with desire. 

I nodded, taking her hand and leading her down the hall to my room. As we entered, I turned to face her, cupping her face in my hands. 

“Are you sure about this?” I asked softly. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I want our first time to be perfect for you.” 

Y/N smiled up at me, her eyes shining with love and trust. “It will be perfect because it’s with you, Spencer. I’m ready when you are.” 

Her words made my heart soar, and I captured her lips in another searing kiss as I walked her backward toward the bed. We tumbled onto the mattress together, a tangle of limbs and wanton moans. I took my time undressing her, trailing kisses over every inch of newly exposed skin. Y/N arched into my touch, her nails raking down my back as I explored her body with reverent hands. 

“Spence, please.” She whimpered as I circled her clit with my thumb. 

“I need you inside me.” 

I obliged her request, settling between her thighs and pushing forward slowly. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut as I filled her, her inner walls stretching to accommodate me. 

“Oh God.” I groaned, stilling once I was fully sheathed within her. 

“Y/N, you feel incredible.” 

She clenched around me, and I had to bite back a moan. “Move, Spence. Make love to me.” 

And so I did. I set a slow, steady rhythm, taking my time to savor every thrust, every gasp, and moan that fell from Y/N’s lips. She matched me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet mine as we lost ourselves in the pleasure. 

“I love you.” I whispered, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I felt my climax building. 

“I love you so much, Y/N.” 

“I love you too.” She breathes back, her nails digging into my shoulders. 

“Cum with me, Spence.” 

Her words were all the encouragement I needed. With a final snap of my hips, I came undone, spilling myself deep inside her as she shattered around me, my name on her lips. We collapsed together, limbs entwined as we floated down from our high. I pressed soft kisses along her jawline, her neck, anywhere I could reach. 

“That was… wow.” I murmured, still struggling to catch my breath. 

Y/N laughed softly, tracing patterns on my back with her fingertips. 

“Wow is right. I have no idea you had it in you, Dr. Reid.” 

I grinned, propping myself up on my elbow to look down at her. “I had a good teacher, and I plan on practicing a lot more.” 

She smirked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh really? Because I think I might need a few private lessons…” 

I chuckled, dipping my head to capture her lips again. As we lost ourselves in each other once more, I knew that this was just the beginning. The start of a new chapter in our relationship, one filled with love, passion, and endless possibilities. 

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A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, my lovely readers! Here's a little something I whipped up with extra love for today! Enjoy!

Paring: Lucifer x GN!Reader

Words: 2k

CW: fluff and stress, lots of stress, poor Luci. Some suggestive themes

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You can feel warm fingers gently touching your skin as you slowly awaken from your slumber. Instead of immediately getting up, Lucifer lingers longer in bed, tracing circles and spelling his name on your skin. His voice was deep and smooth once he finally spoke. "Wake up, my love; today is a very special day." You stretch and melt into his arms again. The warmth of his skin against yours was comforting; you didn't want the moment to end, but sadly, it must. "Mmmcomfortable," you mumbled into the crook of his neck, earning a breathy laugh from him. Kissing your forehead, he sat up, making you pout and reach out to him. "How adorable, but we have a long day ahead of us, darling. I've already packed our things. Let's start getting ready, shall we?" With a sigh, you sit, shivering as the cool air hits your bare skin. You knew that being with Lucifer today would be nothing short of remarkable.

"Are you sure we've packed everything?" you asked Lucifer again as you both entered the airport, your luggage in hand. He wasn't joking when he said today was a very special day. You had no idea he would take Valentine's Day so seriously, especially since he treats you like royalty every moment you spend together. How could he possibly top that?

"Now our flight leaves at 10 am, which means we should be getting there around 1 pm." you nod as you listen to him ramble on about safety precautions and what to do if he loses you somewhere as you two make your way to the check-in desk. Everything was going well so far. "Ah, I'm so excited; this is my first time flying first class!" you squealed, imagining the fancy seats, champagne, and legroom. You would indeed sleep the entire flight. You were about to speak again until a voice on the intercom beat you to it. "Hello passengers, flight A-577 has been delayed; we apologize for this inconvenience." You turn your gaze to Lucifer, whose jaw seems to tighten. "That's our flight, isn't it?" "… Yes." Lucifer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You moved him away from the desk and towards some empty seats. Placing your luggage down, you hold onto his hand as you sit beside him.

"Lucifer, are you actually frustrated? A small delay isn't going to ruin our fun. Trust me, it'll be great!" you did your best to reassure him that you were, in fact, having a good time yourself. He takes your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles. Lucifer opens his mouth to speak; however, the voice on the intercom beats him to it. "Hello, passengers. Flight A-577 has been delayed for a second time. Again, we apologize for this inconvenience."

Lucifer's jaw tightened, but he sighed and smiled at the ground, trying his best to conceal his irritation. You wanted to help him in any way you could. You felt terrible that he had planned such a fantastic trip, and now everything was going wrong. So, you decided to assist him in the small ways you could. "Hey, Luci." You gently rubbed his arms to get his attention. "How about we have a small date at the nearby café?" You pointed towards the direction of the café, hoping Lucifer would say yes. You looked at him with pleading eyes. He eventually crumbled and agreed.

"Alright, let's go, my love." With his confirmation, you both took your bags and made your way to the café. Before entering, the delicious smell of sweets and coffee hit your nose, making you almost drool at the irresistible combination.

As you reviewed the menu, you decided to go with whatever he chose. Lucifer ordered an iced coffee with six shots of espresso and a croissant. You nearly paled at the thought of ordering that many shots yourself, so you hurriedly asked the barista to reduce yours to just one.

You placed your luggage near a small table and waited for your order. Lucifer was seated with one leg crossed over the other, leaning an elbow on the table while he stared out the window at the planes. He looked visibly frustrated, and you wanted to say something, but you weren't exactly sure what to say. "Hey, Luci!" "Yes, my love?" "I know this wasn't what you had planned, but I'm still having a good time." you weren't lying. Lucifer put so much thought and effort just for you; how could you not be happy? He truly loved you.

Lucifer smiles and sighs as he places his hands on the table, opening them for you to put yours in his. You placed your hands in his and smiled. His ruby eyes shined in the light. They were glossy as if he was holding back tears of frustration. He would be too prideful to admit it, and you weren't about to bring it up at such a time. "All this will be worth it, I promise. I apologize for things not going as planned." you squeezed his hands and gave him an apologetic look. "Lucifer, listen to me. I've had a wonderful time so far. I'm with you, and our little adventure isn't going to put me in a sour mood. Besides, I have our mystery trip to look forward to, and I'm spending it with you! I think that's pretty fun." you paused, flashing him a smile. "It'll all work out. Don't worry, please."

Lucifer wasn't sure how you managed to see such a situation in a better light, but here you were, making him smile in such a situation. Lucifer sighed away his frustration and smiled back at you. "Here's your order. Enjoy!" the barista brings your order and returns to her job. You enjoyed your iced coffee and croissant with a now much calmer Lucifer.

As you had thought, you slept the whole flight while Lucifer read a book. As the passengers scrambled off the plane, you were slowly awakened by little shakes on your shoulders. "So one shot of expresso wasn't enough, I see." Lucifer jokes as he closes his book and begins to clean up the mess he left. "Oh hush, Mr. Six Shots!" you joked back as you uncovered yourself and folded the blanket. "Let's go. We don't want to be any later than we already are." you playfully roll your eyes at Lucifer's words as you stretch. Walking out of the plane, your next mission is to pick up your bags at the dreaded baggage claim.

The bags came and circled multiple times. You had gotten all of your bags. Lucifer was missing one. He stood with his hands on his hips as he waited for the bag that would probably never come. The passengers on your flight had already left the area, so now it was just you and Lucifer. "Lucifer." it was like he ignored you; the demon began to retrace his steps, and you could tell he was becoming irritated again as he wandered the airport searching for his missing bag. You chased after him. "Luci!" you shouted behind him. You began to pick up the pace, and you both circled the airport now. Once you catch up to him, you grab his arm and gently tug it backward, forcing him to face you. "Lucifer, breathe. We can just let security know we lost your bag and come back for it soon." Lucifer was practically on fire because of how angry he was.

"Excuse me!" a woman calls out with a bag in her hand, which just so happens to be Lucifer's. You held onto his hand and stroked your thumb over his knuckles; he was far too tense. "Are you Lucien?" Lucifer smiled tensely at the woman holding up his bag. The woman was shaking in her shoes within Lucifer's intimidating presence. "That's me. Thank you so very much for returning this." it was almost like a bucket of ice had been poured over him, forcing him to quickly calm down. Whatever was in the bag must've been important to him if it made him walk around like a maniac. Quickly, she takes her leave; turning to Lucifer, you click your tongue and shake your head. "Seriously, lucifer, I think you just scared her into giving you her soul." Lucifer smirks and chuckles. "Would it be so bad if I did?" you roll your eyes. "Glad to see you're in a better mood now. Soooo what's inside the bag?" you playfully shoulder him as you walk alongside him. Unfortunately, he refused to tell you what was so important inside, leaving you to guess. Whatever it was, you were too exhausted to poke. "The hotel isn't far from here; if we leave now, we should get there in time for check-in." you nod. Walking outside the airport, you flag down a cab and head to the hotel.

"You can sit if you'd like. This should be quick." Lucifer says. You almost didn't hear him as you were in your own world, admiring the exquisite decor of the hotel; it was beautiful and luxurious; of course, Lucifer would book such a place. You could even see your reflection on the floors. "There must be a mistake." Lucifer's voice rises, catching the attention of the others in the main area checking in as well. His eye twitches, and for the first time, you think he may actually explode. Lucifer walks over to you, pure frustration and anger written all over his face. "They claimed they never received my confirmation…" Lucifer's patience was running thin.

A man from the front desk comes running towards you, key in hand. "Sir, I apologize for the incentive-" "We seem to be having a lot of those today." Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. You give the man a look of pity and motion that he can keep talking. "We have one last room; please follow me." you take your bags and follow the man to your room; he hands Lucifer the key and leaves you in front of the door. It was a room on the lower level of the hotel. The walk was rather long.

Lucifer opens the door and is mortified. Behind the door was a cramped budget room with one futon big enough to fit one of you. You could tell Lucifer wanted to lash out, but you couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably at the situation. "I never expected the great Lucifer to stay in such a place as this!" His voice was low. "Neither did I…"

"Come on, maybe someone will leave during our stay; it'll be fine, Lucifer. Not everything has to go exactly as planned. Like I mentioned before, I'm having a good time on our mini adventures." you couldn't help but break into another laughing fit. Lucifer takes in your bags and sets them down. He sighs, running his hands through his hair. Oh, how he wanted to destroy that damn futon along with the entire room.

"There is one more thing I had planned if you're still up for it." his voice trembled, and you stopped laughing and composed yourself. You didn't want to push him any further.

"I would love to see what more you have for me, my love."

Even though you knew where you were, your eyes were still covered. Lucifer insisted that he should cover your eyes and that it would be worth it. The humidity was making you sweat slightly and had dampened your hair. You cling to his gift as Lucifer guides you blindly through turns and twists.

"Lucifer, where are you taking me!" "Just a little bit now." You can hear a door sliding close behind you, and suddenly, you find your eyes adjusting to the light. You were in a private onsen bath surrounded by lantern-lit gardens; the mist rising from the waters only added to the stunning scene before you. "I wanted today to be perfect for you, for us. But it seems… I have failed."

Your heart broke; he did all this for you, more than you could've ever dreamed of. You softly touch his hand reassuringly. "It was perfect, Lucifer, because it was with you." A genuine smile forms on his lips, a smile that is solely reserved for your eyes.

Lucifer pulls you into a kiss and slowly breaks away. Finally, he lets go of all his worries, frustrations, and restraints. "You've made today so special, Lucifer. I know it's not much, but I wanted to give you this."

You hand him a letter that was sealed with magic. Expressing all of the emotions you struggled to put into words. There's a glow when he opens it. He smiles at the warmth that emanates from the letter. His face changes as he reads the letter. Lucifer clicks his tongue and pulls you into a deep and silent embrace. No words were needed to understand how he felt.

Lucifer cleared his throat before he spoke. "My darling, you know I don't waste time on trivial things, nor do I make promises I can't keep." he kneeled and pulled out a beautiful velvet box. Opening it, he revealed a ring that rested snugly in the box cushion. "This ring carries a spell that shall shield you no matter how near or far I am." he takes your hand and kisses your fingers. "It is proof to anyone that you belong to me, and I belong to you. My love, Marry me?"

You nod as the tears swell in your eyes. He slips the ring onto your finger and pulls you into a slow and passionate kiss. "Lucifer," he slides his hands up and down your body before breaking away. "Yes, my love?" "Let's change and enjoy the hot spring," you whispered, and he agreed. "Happy Valentine's Day, my darling." He couldn't wait to get his hands on his fiancé to finish off the perfect day.

A/N: Thank you for reading! 🍰☕

[seungttttop]

I will never let you go

Choi Seung Hyun x Reader

Chapter 1.

Summary: You and Seung Hyun have been together for 3 months but no one knows except you, You have to lie to your brother about your relationship

Warring: secret relationship

Author's note: This is my first english story if I messed up something please let me know and have fun

When you opened your eyes in the morning and eagerly looked at your phone.

When you saw that it was already past 7 AM, but you hadn’t received a single message from Seung Hyun.

You didn’t wait long to text him.

To Prince🥹❤️

"Good morning, what are you doing today?🥀"

You didn’t have to wait long until you received a reply. You looked at your phone and couldn’t help but smile.

Prince🥹❤️:

"Good morning, nothing much today, wanna meet later?🤭 It was nice seeing you yesterday, sweetie, too bad the guys were here, we didn’t have time to talk alone🥹❤️"

You read the message and felt a little sad, but today you’d catch up on everything.

Just as you were about to reply to Seung Hyun, your brother walked into your room without knocking.

"Hey, can’t you knock, Tae?" you snapped at Taeyang.

"Breakfast is ready, by the way, and the guys are coming over for lunch. After that, we’re heading to the studio with the guys. Want to come?"

You couldn’t answer. Seung Hyun didn’t even mention he was coming over today.

"I’m not sure yet, I’ll decide later." You replied, then climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and get ready.

"Okay, let me know when you decide. I’ll be downstairs waiting."

Tae said, then left your room and closed the door.

You went down the stairs when you saw the many delicacies that your brother had prepared on the table.

You headed to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee.

Sitting at the table, you grabbed some vegetables and enjoyed an egg avocado toast, your favorite.

You had already finished eating and were washing the dishes when you heard the front door open.

You didn’t really pay attention to it because you knew that your brother would go to practice at this time.

“I’m leaving,” you heard Tae’s voice and he closed the door before you could answer.

You sat on the couch with your phone in your hand and since you were bored, you called Seung Hyun.

The phone rang and after the second ring, he picked up the phone.

“Hi sweetie,” you greeted.

“Hey beautiful, how are you? Did you miss me?” He greeted with a laugh but his voice was as soft as always when he spoke to you.

"Can we just say, you're not coming over? Tae just left for training, at least we can talk alone" you giggled into the phone.

You could hear his smile in his voice.

"I miss you too, I'm leaving now, 5 minutes and I'll be there my love"

"Okay, I'll wait for you! I love you!"

"I love you too" He said in his sweet voice and cut off the call.

You sat there with the phone in your hand and thought about how you could be so lucky.

It didn't take long before you heard a knock on the door.

You ran to the door as fast as you could to let him in.

You opened the door and pulled him in close and closed it tightly in his arms.

"Mmmh I missed you" you murmured into his chest.

"I missed you too, sweetie." He said as he released his grip and looked into your eyes.

You smelled his shower gel and the vanilla perfume that you love so much.

It's true that you've only been together for 3 months, but no one knows except the two of you, not even your brother.

But if he finds out, it could lead to some really big arguments, you thought.

You took his hand and pulled him upstairs, straight to your room.

"What are you up to, miss?" He whispered to you after you closed the door to your room.

"Me? I don't want anyone to see me for anything." After he said that, you pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was soft and sweet, but all the more passionate. You pulled away panting. Then he kissed you again, this time more passionately and deeply.

Then his phone rang, interrupting the moment.

"I can't believe this," he muttered, then reached into his pocket for his phone, and your brother's name flashed on the screen.

"Yes Tae?" He answered the phone while you sat on the bed and looked at him from there.

After a few minutes, he took the phone from his ear and threw it on your bed and sighed.

"We have to go to the studio in the afternoon" he said sadly.

"I know because I'm going too" while you looked at him and a huge smile came to his face.

"Are you ready for something to drink? I forgot to ask." You asked him as he sat down next to you on the bed.

"Ohh a glass of water thanks"

" Wait here I'll get it right away" you said then you started towards the door but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him for a kiss.

"You can go now" he whispered.

You were already on your way back when you heard Tae's voice and the door opening.

You panicked because he doesn't know that Seung Hyun is in your room or even that he's here.

" I'm here, Y/N are you up?" He shouted.

"Yes I'm here" you answered while locking your room door.

Seung Hyun just stared at you.

"How is he here at this time?" He panicked.

"I don't know but you can't go down because he might see you!" He said and you started to think about it but you didn't have much time because your brother came upstairs.

"Then where should I go?" You could see in his eyes that he was really panicked.

"Come hide here and don't come out until I tell you, and put your phone on silent so we don't get caught!" You quickly pushed the closet door open so Seung Hyun could hide inside.

You leaned over to see if everything was okay while he gave you a quick kiss on the mouth.

"Now be quiet" you pointed at him and quickly closed the closet door.

Tae was already in front of your room and was about to knock when you suddenly opened the door.

He looked at you in surprise.

"Yes?" You asked.

"Will you help me make dinner?" He asked.

"Of course I'll go then." You were about to close the door when he spoke.

"You don't know what's wrong with Seung Hyun?" when you heard his name your breath hitched.

"Why not?" You tried to stay calm for this half minute.

"Just because he hasn't been with us anywhere for a while and he refuses to tell you what's wrong."

"I mean, maybe he has someone, you don't know," you said.

"Ahhhh Seung Hyun? No way we would have known that long ago, even if we didn't get together, no one would have been so adventurous." It hurt you to hear these things about your love but Tae doesn't know that.

"Well, I don't know anything about him," you said.

"Come down in twenty minutes and we'll start lunch! Until then, I'll go take a shower."

"Okay" you waited for him to close the door you heard the lock click then you quickly went towards the closet.

"Come quickly" you opened the door then pulled Seung Hyun out.

"Did he go?"

"yes he went to take a bath so you have to go now" you said then I pulled you to the door after you, you stuck your head out to look around, when you were sure he wasn't here you went down to the front door.

"I'll see you later when you come over" you said as you opened the front door.

"Yeah later, I hope no one knows, I don't want to fight with you or them" Seung Hyun said sadly and walked out the door.

"Me neither" you said then he pressed a long kiss to your lips while your hand was around his neck and his hand slid down from your waist to your ass.

"Nahh Seunghyun!" You punched his chest after you pulled away from each other.

"What now?" He grinned.

"Not now! Go quickly because I'll see you later!"

"Okay I love you" He said then gave you a quick kiss and left.

"I love you too" you quickly closed the door and headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

You made gimbap and tteokbokki soup which they all loved and you also baked some cookies for the boys.

A message flashed on your phone screen.

Prince🥹❤️: what are you doing up there for so long?

I want to see you already.

Me: calm down, I'm going.

You wrote back and went down.

"What's up guys, is everything okay?" You asked them.

"Yeah, everything okay," Jiyong replied.

"Then can we go eat? I'm hungry now." You said and headed towards the dining room.

"Me too," Seung Hyun said.

"As am I," Dae said.

"OHH Y/N, this is my favorite," Seung Hyun shouted.

"I know very well that everyone loves it," you said with a smile on your face.

"Oh my God, Y/N, this is so delicious," the guys said with their mouths full.

"I'm glad it tastes good"

" Your friend will be very lucky," Tae said, and you just laughed and looked at Seung Hyun.

"For sure" you said smiling.

You all finished eating and you washed the dishes while the boys watched TV.

Suddenly you felt two hands on your stomach.

"Mmhh thanks for the lunch my dear." Seunghyun said kissing your neck.

"Hey stop let's see." you said and at that moment Jiyong came over.

"Where's the drink left Hyun?" He shouted.

"I'll take it" Seunghyun shouted back.

After a while you joined the boys.

You sat down next to Seunghyun directly but so that you didn't touch each other.

You were checking your phone when you got a message.

Prince🥹❤️: "I want to touch you but unfortunately I can't I won't be able to bear it🤤 " you smiled big at the message but you didn't dare to look at Seunghyun.

"What's this big smile?" Jiyong asks.

"Nothing" you replied back as you closed your phone.

"Of course, you don't usually smile like that." Tae stated.

"Really nothing" you tried to convince them but to no avail.

"Who are you talking to?" They asked at the same time.

You didn't dare to look anywhere so you wouldn't get caught.

"Nobody" you said but you still didn't look up you just stared straight ahead.

"You're lying!" Tae snapped, he knew full well that you were lying and you knew it was true.

The air was tense between you and you didn't dare to look anyone in the eye.

The others just stared at Seunghyun not daring to move.

He just sat there next to you like he didn't know anything.

"Please give me your phone" Tae said to you, you didn't dare to take a breath when you heard what he was asking you for.

"Of course not" you looked up at him and said.

"It has nothing to do with who I'm talking to" you shot back.

"Then tell me who it is"

The boys just sat there silently listening to your argument.

"A boy right?" your brother asked.

"And if so? Then what are you doing?" You asked sarcastically.

"Tell him if he regrets it I'll wring his neck." Tae said.

"And also tell him I want to meet him."

"Surely not" you shook your head.

"Then give me his number so I can call him." You didn't expect this.

"Can't we just move on from this? We're going to be late for the studio anyway." Seunghyun finally spoke up and tried to save what could be saved.

"What's wrong Hyun? What's wrong with you?" Tae asked

"I don't care, why are you nagging the poor guy? If he doesn't want to tell you, it's that simple." He cut you off.

"Ohh I get it, so you know who it is or are you just jealous?" He asked back.

" Me? No way, and why should I be jealous?"

Seunghyun asked.

" Well, that's enough of this! No one has anything to do with my private life! Seunghyun, thank you for protecting me, but there was no need for that." You told him and he got the hint.

"And you leave me alone," you pointed at Taeyang.

" Now let's go," you said and started towards the door.

Hello, I brought the first part, I hope you liked it.

[storiesofsvu]

Gorgeous Girl

Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: teasing, alcohol consumption smut, heavy petting, make outs, nothing too kinky this time lol.

For once, being out of town for work wasn’t because you were chasing down some deranged serial killer in a distant state resulting in far too little sleep, far too much shitty coffee and coming home more exhausted than you left. While this week was technically still work, there was far less of it, a week of conferences, an hour or two of speaking and you could dodge all the rest out at a luxury sky resort in Breckenridge, Colorado. Two agents from the BAU were required to attend and you and Emily had pulled the ‘short’ straws (depending how you looked at it, of course). Some members of the team thought a week like that would be absolute torture, others thought it would just be too boring, or that having to socialize with that many other agents while representing the BAU was a walking nightmare. To you, the only disadvantage was that you weren’t taking the jet, the remainder of the team needed it, you’d be flying commercial.

You and Emily, however, were more than well prepared to have a girl’s week together off in the mountains, escaping into the small town to see what kind of fun you could find. You’d even splurged, using a bit of your own money to get a larger suite, one with a hot tub on the private balcony overlooking the mountains. One that you planned on drinking bottles of wine together in while gossiping and trash talking.

Which is why you were so surprised when you rounded the corner to your gate.

“Hotch?” You froze on the spot, confusion taking over your face at the sight of your Unit Chief standing in front of you. “Where’s Em? God, does Strauss think we need a babysitter or something?”

“No.” He chuckled at your instant annoyance, “Prentiss got specially requested for a case in New York.”

“Who has the power to pull that?”

“Her mother.”

“Ugh.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. The surprise was wearing off and you suddenly shifted uncomfortably, pulling your blazer tighter around you, feeling Hotch’s eyes on you.

It wasn’t that the man made you feel uncomfortable, no it certainly wasn’t that. It was that he made you feel absolutely flustered. Nights when you laid alone in your empty bed unable to sleep and your hands danced their way down your body, it was him that you were thinking of, pretending they were his fingers touching you, stretching you out. That it wasn’t a silicone toy but his cock filling you so perfectly while he husked dirty words into your ear. As a result, you generally kept your head down around him, did your work and went about your life. He wasn’t totally sure that if it was that you just didn’t like him, if there was some underlying issue you had with men in power, or if it was simply that you were attempting to respect his authority.

“Sorry,” he suddenly spoke, “for ruining whatever plans you and Prentiss had. I know the two of you are close.”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, staring out the airport window “s’okay.”

“When we get there I’ll see about upgrading, try and get adjoining rooms or something.”

“Already did that.” Your eyes flicked back to him briefly, “got one of the larger two bedroom suites that close off with like, French doors or whatever. We were planning on,” your cheeks flushed suddenly, realizing you were about to admit to your boss that you were going to play hooky, “taking…advantage of as many amenities as we could.”

“Hmm.” He chuckled, watching the way you quickly looked away so you could watch the planes drive around on the tarmac, basically refusing to look at him, “I’m sure that was all Prentiss’ plan.” That earned a huff of a laugh from you but you still didn’t dare look him in the eye, “do you have any idea how many of these things I’ve been to over the years? Guess how many times I’ve ditched out on them.” He smiled softly when your eyes flicked back to him, “places like this always have the best scotch, and the bonus is that it’s free.”

You swore he winked at you, a grin on his face that sent tingles shooting through your body and you were incredibly thankful when they suddenly announced boarding. At the very least, you and Emily had also upgraded to business class, you wouldn’t have to worry about minimal personal space for the flight, there’d be a barrier between you and Hotch. While you were distracted with your phone, he’d managed to disappear and you weren’t entirely sure where to, but you took the opportunity to open your text messages.

‘I cannot believe you.’

‘Oh come on, like I’m happy about this either. A week with my mother?! Who’d they end up sending?’

‘Hotch…’

You didn’t have to imagine Emily’s laughter, you could practically feel it through the phone as the three little dots popped up, disappeared and then popped up again. She, of course, was the only one who knew about your crush on Hotchner, she’d been planning on teasing you about it all week, hoping that maybe you’d find some other brooding FBI agent to get under while out of town.

‘Maybe that’ll work out for you. You can enjoy the view and the hot tub with him, have a nice romantic weekend.’

‘I fucking hate you.’

*

The first two days of the conference were fine, you stayed out of Aaron’s way, went to the presentations you were speaking at and did the required amount of socializing. You found that he was usually gone before you in the mornings, but there was always fresh coffee in the pot waiting for you. He made sure to respect your space as much as he could, if he swung by the suite to change in the afternoon and you were there he wouldn’t linger, and he’d make sure to change in the bathroom.

Day three was a little more on the tedious side, sitting through a lecture you would have rather slept through, one that was meant more for younger agents but they’d asked someone from the BAU to sit in and help with the question period. You ran into Hotch at lunch and he inquired about your plans for the rest of the day now that the mandatory attendance parts were done, asking if maybe you wanted to explore the mountain town, maybe grab some dinner outside of the resort. You laughed awkwardly, praying your cheeks weren’t as hot as they felt and politely declined, he shrugged, teasing that you would be missing out, but to enjoy your night in. You were incredibly glad he wandered off after that, the butterflies in your stomach nearly too much to handle as you got accustomed to the more casual version of your boss.

Dinner was spent with an old friend from the academy, laughing as you caught up over multiple courses and a bottle of wine. You said an early goodnight to them, making your way back to your suite, happy to find it empty and your eyes drifted through the balcony window, lingering on the hot tub. Figuring there was no better time but the present you quickly stripped, changing into your bikini before swiping a bottle of wine from the fridge and a spare wine glass.

*

Aaron also ended up running into a couple of old friends while out in the town, friends who had worked this conference in the past and knew exactly where to go for the best meals and fanciest scotch. Free from the responsibility of running a team he had stated to loosen up on this work vacation, a little rougher around the edges, inhibitions lowered and that all remained when he returned to the hotel room. Toeing out of his shoes he hung up his coat before starting to unbutton his shirt as he moved through the room, wondering what was stashed in the bar that he could indulge into now, potentially coerce you into a drink with him at the very least.

He could hear music echoing from the balcony and his gaze got pulled out there where he caught sight of the steam rising from the hot tub into the cool night air. His eyes lingered on you, nestled in the corner of the tub you were fully settled into the padded seat, arms extended across the backs of it, your head titled back with your eyes closed as you relaxed, hair pulled up to the top of your head to keep it dry. He could see the shimmer of water and sweat on your skin and he instantly wanted to lick up the exposed column of your neck. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes sunk lower, not missing the curve of your chest just visible above the water, hot pink fabric clinging to your skin. You were at a complete level of peace that he’d never seen before and he couldn’t help but want to see more of it, want to explore how far he could push your boundaries and began to wonder just how professional he had to remain on this retreat.

Though of course, that had technically been his idea from the start.

As soon as Ambassador Prentiss called, Emily was groaning about how much of a waste it was that she was missing the conference. It only took a raised brow from him to get her to admit the plan was to ditch as much as the two of you could, that you’d splurged for the all inclusive package and a very private balcony and jacuzzi. He wasn’t assigned to take her place, and he didn’t jump at the offer to make it not so obvious, but no one else knew about the extra perks so he simply looked like he was taking one for the team.

Figuring it was now or never he retreated to his side of the suite, changing into his trunks before swiping a bottle of scotch and a glass.

You were more relaxed than you had been in ages, warm water bubbling around your body as the wine sunk into your system. The music soothed through you, pulling you further from reality and honestly, it was pretty nice to not be chasing after some psychopath right now, even if you were still kinda surrounded by talks of crime. You were almost considering calling Emily, checking in on how things were going with the team, updating her on how things were going here, no doubt she’d have mountains of questions and teasing about you sharing a suite with Hotch.

And that was exactly how and why you didn’t hear him come out onto the terrace.

“Think you can warm me up?”

His deep voice shook through the night air and you jumped, water splashing around you as your heart nearly burst through your chest while your eyes flew open.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You swore, chest heaving as you finally took him in, trying not to gulp at his bare chest, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry.” He chuckled, ducking his gaze for a moment, watching the way you sunk further under the water to avoid his lingering eyes, “you mind if I join? Or I can come back later.” He lifted the bottle of liquor in his hand, “just thought maybe we could have a drink.”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” You shook your head, “that’s fine, come on in.” You shifted further into the corner of the tub, turning your back while Hotch got into the water, wiping your hands on the towel to check your phone, unsurprised to have a couple of messages from Em. Once the water settled, you refilled your wine glass, turning back to face him as you sunk into the seat again.

“This is nice.” He murmured softly, letting out a relaxed sigh before pouring out a drink, “you and Prentiss really have a hack for these conferences.”

“Mmmhmm.” You replied over the brim of your glass, taking a hefty swig.

“You get up to anything fun tonight?”

“Ran into a friend. Had dinner at the steakhouse downstairs.”

Hotch frowned lightly, he didn’t miss the way you’d tensed up a little bit once you’d realized he was there, once he was in such close proximity and under the water with you. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come back later? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“No!” You practically yelped, grimacing at how quick you were to keep him there, “I’m fine. Totally fine, promise. I just… you’re… my boss.” Your gaze was redirected into your wine glass, “never really seen you in anything other than a suit and now…” You blindly gestured in his direction and then to yourself with a little laugh, “and I don’t think a pink bikini is exactly business casual and it’s not exactly my classiest one… thought Em would be the only one seeing it.” You muttered and then let out a little gasp, suddenly glancing up, “not that I brought it so she could see it! We’re not… that’s… no… we’re friends, I don’t swing that way.”

This time Aaron laughed, taking a sip of his drink, “it’s fine. You need to relax, alright?” He raised his drink out to you and you timidly clinked your glass with his. “Enjoy this while you can.” He gestured to the view, the night sky painting the mountains in gorgeous colours, “besides,” he smirked across at you, “I’ve seen you undercover and a few of those outfits leave very little to the imagination.”

You glanced up to him, noticing the flush in his cheeks, the smirk on his lips before he took another swig of his drink. There was a gleam in his eye that you hadn’t seen before that you didn’t exactly recognize and if you’d known any better, you would’ve said he was flirting with you.

“Are… are you drunk?” You suddenly asked, nearly regretting it the moment you’d said it and he laughed again, a sight and sound that made your insides weak.

“I think I legally shouldn’t drive anywhere, but I’m still completely in control of myself.” He nodded toward the half empty bottle on your side of the jacuzzi, “are you alright?”

“I’m so sorry sir.” You blushed, ducking your eyes again, “that was inappropriate. And yeah, I’m totally fine, big lunch, big dinner, high tolerance.”

“Don’t worry about it.” His smile softened, “and you can drop the sir, we don’t need to keep up that professionalism right now.”

“Oh..” You sank deeper under the water, taking another sip of your drink. Part of you wanted to disappear while the other part of you wanted to complain you were overheating, pull yourself up onto the ledge of the tub and flaunt your half naked body. The desire to throw yourself at him was only a few glasses of wine away and you knew it. Instead, the two of you sunk into a semi comfortable silence as you continued to drink, watching the night sky.

“You know, your talk the other day was fantastic.” He spoke softly, his voice floating across the water to you, “better than any other profilers have done on the topic.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled quietly, risking a very quick glance up at him before you were staring at the horizon again. Hotch let another few moments of silence pass before he spoke up again, the corner of his mouth curving up when he asked you,

“Why so shy?”

That caught your attention, your eyes flying up to his as you clutched at your wine glass, “what?” He laughed, shaking his head at you.

“I’m just saying, you’ve been so reserved, aware, quiet on this trip. You almost seem to make yourself smaller whenever I’m around and I’m not sure if it’s because you only think of me as your boss or if I’ve done something to make you at unease.”

“Christ.” You muttered, “I thought we weren’t profiling this week.”

“Have… I done something?” He asked, near worry taking over his face and you were quick to drain your drink before jumping to action.

“No, absolutely not! Hotch, please, you’re like, the most respectful guy I know. You make me feel… well, a lot of things, but uncomfortable is not one of them.” The words slipped from your lips before you could even think about them and you glanced up, your cheeks burning to catch his eyes widening slightly before he grinned, his hand catching yours, grounding you from whatever spiral you were about to drown in.

“So tell me.” He murmured, his voice silky soft as it hit your ears, his thumb brushing over your knuckles and he gently tugged at your hand after your glass found home on the edge of the tub, “come here gorgeous.”

The pet name nearly made you melt the instant it had left his lips and you felt the fluttering between your legs as you willingly moved through the water when he softly pulled you to him once more. Your breath caught in your throat when he guided you to straddle his lap, one of his hands hesitantly resting on your hip under the water while the other continued to play with your fingers gently.

“Well?” He asked, glancing up at you with a devilish look in his eyes and you let out a low breath, “what do I make you feel?”

“Flustered.” You managed out, your heart ready to beat itself out of your chest, feeling his thumb rub against your bare skin under the water, encouraging more responses from you, “unfocused, distracted…”

“Hmm…” he leant in, pressing a tender kiss to the underside of your jaw, “is that all?”

“Christ, Hotch.” You muttered, your eyes nearly fluttering shut as his hand let go of yours, moving so his thumb and forefinger could pinch your chin softly.

“Aaron…” He insisted, his eyes boring into yours as you opened them and you nodded softly, nearly whimpering at the way his thumb shifted to trace your lower lip. “What else?”

“Absolutely and incredibly fucking turned on.”

“Is that so?” He murmured, tilting your head to the side so he could kiss your neck, his lips brushing across your skin as he spoke, “is that last part just right now?”

“All week.” You replied, your pulse racing as he continued to litter your skin with tender kisses “all the goddamn time…”

“You think about me a lot hmm?” He nipped at your neck and you gasped, your body jolting towards him under the water, “what do you think about me doing?” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss just below your ear, “hmm?”

“Aaron…” you breathed out, your head tilted back with your eyes shut as his lips continued to dance across your skin. His hand gently pinched at your hip under the water.

“Don’t go shy on me now, tell me.. what do you think about me doing?”

“K- kissing me.” You managed out, unsure whether the heat in your cheeks was from the water, the way you were already putty in his hands or embarrassment of admitting it to his face. A gasp broke free of your lips at the sensation of his hand tracing up and down your spine and you automatically arched toward him, “touching me…” The hand he had under the water toyed with the knot of your bikini on your back, his dry one moving back to your chin, tilting your face back to his.

“I want you to look at me when you say the next one.” His thumb traced your lips, “come on gorgeous girl, I know there’s more you like to think of me doing, what is it?”

“Fucking me…” Somehow you were able to hold his gaze while the words floated out of your mouth, it was likely because your brain was already in a haze, first the wine, then the heat and now utterly intoxicated by Hotch’s touch.

“Bet you think about that one the most, don’t you?” He asked with a grin and you couldn’t help but nod, “when you’re alone at night, touching yourself, pretending it’s me. Picturing me naked, my cock stretching you out until your legs are shaking and you’re seeing stars.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Oh no,” he chuckled darkly, “I’ll have you screaming my name by the end of the night sweetheart, just wait.”

You let out a whimper, it was all you had time to do before Aaron sat forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that swallowed down any further noise coming from you. The kiss was full of fire, Aaron quickly dominating it and you were completely happy to let it happen, sinking deeper into his arms as yours looped around his shoulders. His dry hand slid up the back of your neck, fingers sinking into your hair while the other hand ventured further south, groping at the globe of your ass. You let out a small moan into the kiss, giving his tongue access to your mouth and he eagerly dove in. You could taste the scotch on him as your tongue danced with his, the smallest hint of a cigar from earlier and you couldn’t help but groan, your hands starting to play with his hair.

He pulled back ever so softly, nipping at your lip quickly before his mouth trailed across the side of your jaw, he left a feather light kiss behind your ear that caused you to let out an airy breath, your head lolling back and he felt himself twitch, hardening in his trunks. His mouth pressed lazy kisses down your neck before he made home in the crook of your neck, alternating between kissing, sucking and biting.

“Oh Aaron…” You shifted in his lap, lightly grinding against his cock and he let out a low groan onto your skin, his hands clutching you impossibly close to him. He raised his face, eyes dark with arousal as he gazed across at you before his lips found yours again and you were moaning into the kiss, grinding harder down onto his lap, a small gasp leaving your lips when you felt him getting harder underneath you.

Aaron couldn’t get enough of you, he wanted more, he wanted all of you, he wanted his hands and mouth everywhere all at once, he was drunk on your kisses alone and craved every inch of you. The lingering of your perfume was wafting through his senses, the way your lips moved against his made his cock utterly ache as you brushed against it. As much as he wanted to bend you over right then and there he would be completely satisfied just kissing you all night, the internal battle doing its best to figure out what he wanted to act on while your fingertips scratched as his head. You only broke the kiss when you felt like you couldn’t breath anymore, gasping for air, your eyes half shut, forehead resting against his while his hands soothed up and down your sides.

“God…”

“Still not the right name.” He teased, pulling a small laugh from you, one that you opened your eyes at, sitting back every so slightly before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. His hands trailed up your arms, coming to rest at the base of your neck, gently tugging at your bikini strings. “May I?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded with a wicked grin while your own hands splashed behind you to undo that knot and Hotch let the fabric fall from your skin, not even noticing it float away in the water as you sat up. His eyes raking down your body and over your chest, letting out a groan at the slight bounce as you settled, the way the water dripped down your tits, nipples hard in the cool air.

“Gorgeous girl.” He murmured, his hands gently groping your chest, squeezing your tits, thumbs flicking over your nipples and you moaned softly. “Such pretty sounds too.” You giggled softly, feeling the heat creeping back into your cheeks as his full attention was on your half naked body. His hands continued to play with your chest, rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger while yours came up to cup his face, ducking to kiss him again, unable to get enough.

Moaning softly into the kiss, his hands squeezing at your chest, you ground down onto his lap harder, feeling the bulge building between his legs. Your tongue dove into his mouth, doing what you could to keep control of yourself as he increased the pressure on your chest, pinching your nipples. After a few moments he broke the kiss, eager to duck down and suck a nipple in between his lips, teeth scraping against the pert bud. Your hands wrapped around his head, threading into his hair as you held him tighter to you,

“Fuck Aaron…” You groaned and you felt his lips curve up into a grin against your skin.

“That’s it sweetheart.” He murmured, blowing cold air onto your nipple before swapping to the other side, “say my name.”

“God Aaron,” your fingers tightened in his hair, nails scratching at his head, “that feels so good.”

He groaned in response, teeth scraping against your tender skin before he pulled off your chest, burying his face between them to leave a trail of kisses all the way up your neck before kissing you deeply again. When he finally pulled away this time his hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you while he stood,

“Up.” He instructed, “out.”

“Why?” You half laughed, finding your balance on your feet in the water as his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Well I can’t fuck you in the hot tub gorgeous.” He husked against your lips before picking you up in his arms, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist and he was finally able to get you out of the tub.

Lips pressed against yours, tongue sliding back into your mouth he carried you back into the suite, managing to snag a towel from the back of the chair to toss down onto the bed before he let go of your legs. You let out a whine at the loss of contact, staying up on your toes to not break the kiss and he chuckled into your lips, hands groping at your ass. His hand cradled your face, pulling an inch away from you,

“Lie back gorgeous.” He muttered, stealing another kiss before nudging you back towards the bed, “I want to know how pretty you sound when you come.”

You collapsed down onto the bed and Hotch was quick to gently drop over you, catching himself with his hands as he caged you into the bed, his lips kissing at your skin again. Your arms wound around him, pulling him closer to you as your lips found his, tongue easily sliding into your mouth when he deepened the kiss. You moaned softly against his lips, back arching off the bed as your hips rocked up, eager for more friction. He let out a low groan at the feeling of you brushing against his cock through thin fabric, feeling himself throb inside his shorts. His free hand slid down your body, swiftly untying one knot of your bikini bottoms and then the other, pulling them away from your body while you lifted your hips to help before he was tossing them behind him.

Aaron cupped between your legs, palm rubbing on your clit while his fingers massaged your wetness, pressing against you, teasing you slightly as you whined into the kiss. A finger slid through your folds, spreading your juices around your cunt, dampening his fingers before he brought them up to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it.

“Aaron… please..” You whined, hips rocking up to his touch as you clutched him tighter to you.

He chuckled softly, finger dipping back down before it sunk into your pussy, pumping a few times before he added a second one. “Already so wet for me.” He husked into your ear, crooking his fingers in search of the sensitive spot inside you as he continued to pump his hand between your legs.

“Fuck…” you moaned, your body sinking into the lush bed as sparks began to fly under your skin, pleasure fluttering through you while his lips returned to yours, swallowing down your noises. His fingers twisted and scissored inside you, stretching out your warm walls while they skillfully fucked you. He curled them again and you broke the kiss with a gasp, body shivering against the bed as your eyes scrunched shut. You could feel your pussy pulsing around his fingers and you were sure your juices were dripping down his wrist already at this point. His nose nudged at your chin, giving him access to your neck again, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin while his fingers continued to toy with you. “Please…” you panted, “please fuck me already.”

Aaron’s breath was hot on your neck as he huffed out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your lips before he pulled away, sitting up on his knees between your legs, watching his fingers disappear into you for a few more thrusts before pulling them out of your cunt and sucking them into his mouth. He let out a groan at the taste of your juices, his cock aching at the thought of truly tasting you, wishing that he had more time but you were already whining again and he didn’t want to tease you anymore than he already had. Shifting, he quickly tugged his shorts off and his cock sprung free, hard and throbbing, he wrapped a hand around it, smearing the pre cum as he pumped himself a few times, his eyes falling shut while he let out a heavy sigh before a realization washed over him.

“Fuck.”

“What?” You asked, your eyes flying open, widening slightly at the sight in front of you now that he was completely naked.

“I don’t have any condoms.”

“I’m clean.” Was your immediate response, not wanting to delay things any longer, “and I’ve got an implant.”

“Are you sure?” He asked softly and you nodded eagerly.

“Please Aaron..” you whimpered, “I need you…”

He leant forward, hand guiding his cock, rubbing it through your lower lips, smearing your juices around it as you let out a small gasp before he sunk fully into you and you both let out a satisfied moan.

“God you’re tight.” He muttered, dropping over you again, burying his face into the crook of your neck as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly deep inside you. “Fuck…” He stayed still for a moment, feeling you fluttering around him, he knew if he tried to move he risked coming incredibly early, he was already throbbing.

“Fuck you feel so good.” You murmured, arms squeezing at him gently, moaning when he nipped at your skin and that was enough to get him going.

He set a steady pace, plunging into you with a roll of the hips, cock dragging over every inch of your walls, hitting the right spots with each thrust. You clung onto him, your hips rocking up off the bed to meet his with every push, your moans getting louder as he fucked you, pleasure soaring through your body.

“Fuck…” you whined, “harder Aaron, please.”

He pushed himself up, sitting back on his haunches while he grabbed one of your legs, resting it on his shoulder groaning when he slipped even deeper into your pussy. You gasped softly, your hands clutching at the bedspread while his hips came crashing into yours, the noises leaving your lips more frequent, your eyes scrunching shut.

“Christ,” he swore at the way you pulsed around him, squeezing him tight, the coil building deep inside his gut as he watched himself disappear into your cunt. His hands grabbed your hips, lifting them off the bed as he continued to snap his hips into you and you cried out at the new angle, your pussy clenching down around him. “Gon’ need you to come sweetheart.” He grunted, “m’not gonna last.”

“Don’t stop.” You groaned, fire prickling under your skin as your body shivered, “oh fuck!”

Aaron reached down with one hand, pads of his fingers rubbing furiously at your clit and your body shook, hips jolting as he continued to pound into you. You felt the pleasure burst, pussy clenching around his thick cock, juices dribbling across your skin as you cried out.

“Oh god Aaron!” Your hips jumped in his hands, body shaking, thighs clenching around him as your peak hit, a chorus of his name and breathy swears escaping your lips, floating around the room just enough to drive him absolutely wild. “Fuck… yes! Oh fuck Aaron.”

He didn’t let up, thrusting faster, the pressure on your clit harder as he leant forward, driving into you harder as he started to chase his own peak. He grunted, hips nearly faltering as your pussy continued to flutter around him, his arm winding tightly around your waist, holding you to him.

“C’mon gorgeous. You’ve got one more in you. Come again for me.”

You let out a whine, your hands gripping at his body, nails digging into his skin and you swore you practically blacked out when your second orgasm hit, letting out a cry as you tensed in his arms, twitching as you whimpered. Aaron groaned, fucking into you a few more times as his hips faltered and he sunk into your cunt with one last heavy thrust, hissing as he came, spilling into your pussy.

Panting, he gently collapsed over you, arms winding tighter around you in an effort to solidify this moment into his memory, not wanting to forget the way you looked, the way you felt wrapped around his cock, the noises you made when you came, how your lips felt on his skin, the sweetness of your taste. Under him you were slowly catching your breath, a happy hum leaving your lips when he placed a kiss onto your shoulder. One of your hands gently ran up and down his back and you felt him relax deeper into you, letting out a soft moan. Finally he pulled his head up enough to kiss you, lips moving lazily together until he gently rolled off you onto his side, letting out a quiet hiss as his cock slipped out of your warmth. You rolled toward him, happily accepting the arm he swung over waist as he pulled you toward him again, ducking down to nip at the tender spot forming on your neck before kissing you softly.

“Well that’s one way to enjoy a conference.” You murmured, your lips curving up into a grin and he huffed out a laugh, eyes sparkling down at yours.

“Fuck the conference. Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

“Is that an order Agent Hotchner?” You asked with raised brow and he smirked.

“A direct one.” He kissed you again, lips brushing yours as he spoke, “no way either of us is leaving this suite ‘til Friday. That’s why room service was invented.”

“I don’t think that’s right, but I’m not going to argue.”

“Oh but you love to prove you’re right.” He teased, smiling as you rolled him onto his back.

“Yeah, but I can think of a few better uses for my mouth right now.”

*

Aaron’s suggestion was exactly the way you spent the next two days, tangled in each other’s limbs, sheets barely covering bodies while you discovered every inch of the other persons skin. By Friday afternoon you knew just exactly how to touch each other so that you would see stars every single time. Aaron was about to suggest staying the weekend for a few more days of bliss when his phone went off and you were both called back to work. The team was already on the jet, meaning you were flying commercia to California to meet them there.

You were immediately roped into a coffee run with Emily, even if it was only to the breakroom and back, she had to get her complaints out about the days with her mother and honestly, wanted to know how things went being trapped in a hotel with Hotch all week. Scooping up your coffee you snagged a granola bar from the shelf, wandering back down the hall to the team as you caught up, you shoved the bar into your pocket so you could pull open the door and your hand hit something metal, your brow furrowing as you stalled in your tracks. In turn, Emily pulled open the door, propping it so Hotch could step through, no doubt on his way to secure his own caffeine, nodding to the both of you as he said a quick thanks.

“Aaron!” You called after him, having now pulled the item out of your pocket, realizing it was his watch and he turned back to you just in time to catch it as you tossed it to him. His head titled in confusion, glancing up at you as he slid it back onto his wrist, “you left it in the bin when we went through security, I forgot I grabbed it.”

“Thanks.” A flash of a smile crept onto his lips before he turned away, making his way down the hall.

“Oh… my god.” Emily quietly gasped, smacking your arm, “you hooked up and you weren’t planning on fucking telling me?!”

“What?” Your eyes shot to her, quickly stepping through the door to make sure Hotch wouldn’t hear you, “no. Em, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Please. When have you ever called him Aaron before? And I did not miss that hickey on his neck.”

Your eyes widened quickly, remembering how you’d made home in the crook of his neck while riding him, his arms wound around you, squeezing you softly as his cock plunged into your cunt. It was the same round he’d lavished your chest, his mouth barely leaving them, under your shirt you had your own set of hickeys and bite marks littered across your body. The memories were enough to bring a tingling down south, desire beginning to flood through you as heat crept into your cheeks. That of course was enough for Emily to confirm that her suspicions were right, trying not to gape as she attempted to form a coherent response. Before she could though, Hotch came back through the door, already hanging up a call from Garcia.

“Prentiss, take JJ and head down to talk to the family, Agent,” he turned to you, “grab your coat we’re going to the crime scene.”

“Yes sir.” You nodded, your cheeks flushing at the use of the title already and a possessive look shot through his eyes lightning fast, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a very brief smirk that Emily caught and did her best to hold back a laugh. He was back across the room in an instant, handing out tasks to the rest of the team and Emily pinched at your arm.

“Well, get ready for round two in the car.” She teased and you turned to her with a smug grin.

“More like round eleven.”

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-watching a christmas movie-

summary : yuki and you are watching a christmas movie together....

PAIRINGS : yuki tsunoda x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i have so much work to do i am overloaded...

masterlist ; DECEMBER MASTERLIST 24’ 

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The soft glow of Christmas lights reflected off the frosted windows, filling the room with a warm and festive ambiance. The tree in the corner twinkled with multicolored lights, and the faint smell of cinnamon lingered in the air thanks to the scented candle you’d lit earlier. 

It was the kind of evening you always looked forward to during the holiday season—quiet, cozy, and just perfect for staying in. And with yuki it would be the best.

Yuki was sprawled out on the couch, a blanket draped over his legs as he scrolled lazily through his phone. You were in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on two mugs of hot chocolate. You added a generous dollop of whipped cream to each one before sprinkling crushed candy canes on top.

“You better not be falling asleep over there!” you called, grabbing the mugs and heading back to the living room.

Yuki glanced up, a smirk already forming. “I’m not! I’m just… conserving energy.”

“Right,” you teased, handing him a mug before settling next to him. He immediately shifted closer, draping an arm around your shoulders.

“So,” he said, taking a sip of his hot chocolate, “what masterpiece are we watching tonight?”

You shot him a mock-offended look. “Don’t act like you don’t know. It’s my favorite Christmas movie!”

“Home Alone again?” he asked, already grinning because he knew the answer.

“Yes! And don’t even pretend you don’t love it. You were quoting Kevin McCallister for weeks last year.”

Yuki laughed, the sound warm and familiar. “Fine, fine. Let’s do it. But only if we can skip straight to the part where he pranks the burglars.”

“No way,” you said firmly, grabbing the remote. “We watch it all. That’s the rule.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, but the playful smile on his face told you he wasn’t really complaining.

You pressed play, and the familiar opening notes of the movie’s score filled the room. As the story unfolded, you found yourself leaning into Yuki’s side, the two of you sharing a blanket while the movie transported you back to childhood Christmases.

Halfway through, Yuki started his usual commentary. “Okay, but how did the parents not realize Kevin wasn’t there until they were on the plane? Like, who does that?”

“It’s the ’90s,” you replied with a shrug. “People were just… less organized back then.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Less organized? They lost their kid.”

You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “You’re overthinking it. Just enjoy the movie.”

“Fine, fine,” he said, but a minute later, he was at it again. “And how is Kevin so good at setting up all these traps? He’s like eight.”

“Because he’s a genius,” you said matter-of-factly. “Now stop questioning the logic and just let yourself have fun.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re bossy.”

The movie continued, and despite his earlier teasing, Yuki was clearly invested. He laughed at all the right moments, groaned when they fell for the traps, and even gasped a little when the tarantula made its dramatic appearance.

By the time the credits rolled, the two of you were curled up together, your now-empty mugs forgotten on the coffee table. The tree lights cast a soft glow over the room, and the quiet of the moment felt almost magical.

“Okay,” Yuki admitted, breaking the silence, “I get why this is your favorite. It’s kind of a classic.”

“Kind of?” you repeated, feigning outrage. “It’s the classic.”

“Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “It’s the classic. Happy?”

“Very,” you said, smiling as you rested your head against his shoulder.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the faint hum of Christmas music from the playlist you’d queued up earlier. Yuki’s hand found yours under the blanket, his fingers lacing through yours in a way that felt completely natural.

“This is nice,” he said softly, his voice quieter now.

“Yeah,” you agreed, squeezing his hand. “It is.”

You looked up at him, and the warmth in his brown eyes made your heart feel like it was wrapped in a cozy blanket. Moments like this—simple, quiet, and full of love—were what made the holiday season so special.

“Hey,” you said suddenly, a mischievous grin forming. “Remember last year when we tried to make gingerbread houses and yours collapsed like five minutes in?”

Yuki groaned, though he was clearly fighting a smile. “Why do you always have to bring that up? It was sabotage, and you know it.”

“Oh, sure,” you said, laughing. “Sabotage. I definitely snuck over and knocked your roof down when you weren’t looking.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” he said, leaning in closer. “You’re sneakier than you look.”

“Me? Sneaky?” you gasped, feigning innocence. “You’re the one who ate half the candy before we even started decorating.”

“Okay, that’s fair,” he said, his laughter echoing yours.

You spent the next few minutes reminiscing about past Christmases, trading stories and laughing until your sides hurt. It felt like no matter how many times you talked about these memories, they never lost their charm.

Eventually, Yuki shifted, pulling the blanket tighter around the two of you. “We should make some new traditions this year,” he said thoughtfully.

“Like what?” you asked, curious.

“I don’t know,” he said, tilting his head as he thought. “Maybe we could do a Christmas movie marathon? Or—oh! We could try baking cookies. I’ll even let you make fun of me if I mess up.”

You grinned. “Deal. But only if we watch Elf at least three times during the marathon.”

“Three times?” he asked, laughing. “You’re relentless.”

“Yep,” you said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “And you love it.”

He shook his head, though the smile on his face said you were absolutely right.

As the night went on, you found yourself feeling incredibly grateful for moments like these. It wasn’t the big, flashy celebrations that made the holidays special—it was the quiet, meaningful ones spent with the people you loved most. And with Yuki by your side, you couldn’t imagine a better way to spend Christmas.

❤️

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spacial sparks || 13

Chapter warnings - mention of past wounds, blood, injuries, knives, mention of suicide, weapons, sobriety and the lack thereof, let me know if i missed anything

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Second pov

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Seated around the old, slightly chipped kitchen table were you, Five, Klaus, and Luther, the atmosphere laced with the aroma of the undrinkable sludge you called coffee. 

Your head lay on the worn wood, a testament to the exhaustion that seemed to seep into your bones. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Klaus couldn't resist poking fun at the sight before him.

"So, I saw you sleeping together," Klaus proclaimed in a sing-song voice, clearly amused by the opportunity to tease you.

Weary, you lifted your head from the table, your attempt at a retort laced with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "That's because we were. Quite literally sleeping," you quipped, feeling the need to defend against the teasing.

Unfazed by your response, Klaus continued his teasing, gesturing dramatically as he spoke. "Because you were sleepy from all the—"

"No." Five cut in with his usual straightforwardness, taking a casual sip of his less-than-appetizing coffee. 

You nod along. "I can assure you that Five is still a sad, lonely virgin," you affirm gently.

Five shoots a pointed glare in your direction "I am not-" 

"Can we focus, please?" Luther's voice cuts through the tension, his tone tinged with a hint of exasperation. 

Clearly tired of the ongoing discussion surrounding Five's... personal life, Luther redirects the conversation. "Has anyone seen the others? Allison? Diego?"

"Not since yesterday," you confirm.

Klaus, fueled by a surge of energy, forcefully bangs his fist on the sturdy wooden table, causing a resonating thud that echoes across the room. 

"All right, then, this is the closest thing to a quorum that we're gonna get," he declares, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. 

Taking a deep breath, he continues, his tone serious and unwavering, "Now, listen up- There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just gonna spit it out," his words hanging heavily in the tense atmosphere.

Luther, visibly concerned, expresses his disapproval by shaking his head in a solemn manner. "This is a bad idea," 

"Klaus-" you start, your voice trailing off as you prepare to address the escalating tension.

"I conjured Dad last night," Klaus says quickly, the whole room falling into a hushed silence that lingered heavily in the air, almost as if his words had momentarily frozen time itself.

Luther, with a perplexed expression etched across his face, interjects, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and curiosity, "You said you haven't been able to conjure anyone in years." his gaze fixed firmly on Klaus, seeking an explanation to this sudden revelation.

Klaus, wearing a triumphant grin that seemed to illuminate his entire face, responds with a newfound sense of clarity, "Ah, yes, I know, but I'm sober. Ta-da!" his eyes glinting with a sense of accomplishment as he reveals his recent victory over past struggles.

Intrigued by Klaus' breakthrough, you chime in softly, your voice filled with genuine admiration, "Oh wow.. Congratulations"

Turning towards you, Klaus shares his contagious enthusiasm, his eyes alight with encouragement, "Yes! and if you try too, you can do it, little buddy" he pokes your nose. 

"But anyways, I got clean yesterday to talk to someone.. special, and then ended up having this... conversation with dear old Daddy himself." gently playfully poking your nose again, a common gesture between you two.

"You really did it.." you say, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as Klaus nods in affirmation, his eyes gleaming with pride.

Luther heaves a weary sigh, his hand moving to his temple in a gesture of discomfort. "Has anyone got some aspirin?" he inquires with a hint of desperation underlying his voice.

"Ah, yes, the aspirin," Five chimes in, his tone almost playful despite the serious moment. "It's on the top shelf, right next to the crackers," he directs Luther, a mischievous glint in his eye as if he's enjoying the chaos surrounding them more than he lets on.

Klaus frowns at his brothers, a deep crease forming between his brows as he emphasizes the seriousness of the situation. "Hey, hey, hey, this is serious, guys, all right?" Luther, with a skeptical expression on his face, shoots Klaus a look, silently urging him to continue. 

"This really happened, I swear," Klaus reiterates, a mixture of exasperation and sincerity in his tone.

Feeling the weight of the moment settle upon them, Five sets his coffee cup down with a resolute thud, signaling his readiness to engage in the discussion. 

"Okay, fine. I'll play," he concedes, his voice betraying a mixture of curiosity and impatience. "What did the old man have to say?" 

"Well, he gave me the usual lecture about my appearance and my failures in life," Klaus explains, his hand gesturing dismissively. "Yada yada yada," he adds, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips as he brushes off the old man's criticisms. 

Pausing for a moment, Klaus's expression shifts, a flicker of vulnerability briefly surfacing in his eyes before he continues with a shrug, "But you know how he is-"

"Klaus-"

"Right, right. No surprise there. Even the afterlife couldn't soften a hardass like Dad, right? But he did mention something about his murder, or lack thereof, because..." Klaus pauses dramatically.

"Wait for it.."

You just stare, confused.

"He killed himself." he reveals.

"I don't have time for your games, Klaus," Luther groans as he turns away from his brother's pleading gaze. 

Klaus, clearly hurt by the rejection, insists, "I'm telling you the truth, Luther, I'm telling you the truth." 

Curious about the unfolding drama, Five pipes up, breaking the tense moment with a question, "Why'd he do it, then?" You find yourself nodding in agreement, eager for answers. 

With a troubled expression, Klaus explains, "He said it was the only way to get us all home again-" His voice trails off.

"No," Luther argued emphatically, refusing to accept the idea that his father would take his own life. "Dad wouldn't just kill himself. There must be another explanation." 

As the family discussed the situation, Five pointed out that their father had been exhibiting signs of depression. "Ah, you said it yourself," Five interjected, " He was depressed. Holed up in his office and room all day and night."

"Suicidal people exhibit certain tendencies, strange behaviors."

"Like sending someone to the moon for no reason?"

"I swear to God, Klaus, if you're lying..." Luther warns, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and concern, his eyes piercing into Klaus' with a sense of betrayal lurking beneath the surface.

"I'm not. I'm not," Klaus defends himself, his tone wavering slightly as he tries to make his point clear, the unease evident in his eyes as he searches for any glimmer of trust in Luther's expression.

"Master Klaus is correct," you all turn to see Pogo, the wise and loyal chimpanzee, stepping forward with a somber demeanor that hangs heavy in the room. 

"Regretfully," the monkey sighs sadly, the weight of his confession echoing through the silence that follows, leaving a lingering sense of guilt that hangs in the air like a heavy shroud.

"I helped Master Hargreeves enact his plan," Pogo's words land like a thunderclap, shattering the fragile peace that once existed among the siblings. 

Luther's jaw tightens, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief as he struggles to process the depth of deceit that has been uncovered in their midst.

"So did Grace," Pogo looks regretful, his expression a mixture of sorrow and guilt. "It was a difficult choice for both of us. More difficult than you could ever know," he continues, voice tinged with a sense of heavy responsibility. 

"Prior to your father's death, Grace's programming was adjusted so that she was incapable of administering first aid on that fateful night," he explains, his gaze filled with a deep sadness.

Five shakes his head, "Sick bastard."

"So the security tape we saw?"

"It was meant to further the murder mystery," Pogo confirms, the weight of the truth settling heavily upon his shoulders.

Luther raises an eyebrow skeptically at Pogo's words, his disbelief written all over his face. "Your father hoped that being back here, solving it together... would reignite your desire to be a team again, to come together once more like the family we once were," Pogo's voice is gentle but firm as he delivers this message, each word laced with a mix of nostalgia and hope. 

Luther remains silent for a moment, processing the weight of those words before finally asking, "And to what end?"

Pogo's response is immediate, filled with unwavering certainty, "To save the world, of course. Your father believed in the strength of your bond, the power of your unity to overcome even the greatest challenges that the world may throw your way."

Klaus listens to this exchange with a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, before letting out a laugh that is equal parts disbelief and resignation. "Yeah. All right,"

Luther, his emotions heightened from the shock of recent revelations and feeling betrayed, let out another disbelieving scoff. 

"First the Moon mission and now this," he grimaced. "You watched me search for answers and said nothing. Anything else you want to share, Pogo?" His voice grew louder with a mix of frustration and hurt. "Any other damn secrets that have been hidden from us all this time?"

"Hey, calm down, Luther-"

But Luther's vexation only intensified, his voice echoing with bitterness, "No, I won't calm down!" he erupted. "We've been lied to by the one person in this family we all trusted!"

Seeking to explain himself, Pogo hesitated before admitting, "It was your father's dying wish, Master Luther." he sighs. "I... I had no choice."

"There's always choice."

You watch the exchange uncomfortably, feeling out of place. The tension in the air thickens as you observe Five grabbing your arm, a sense of urgency evident in his actions as he prepares to jump you both elsewhere. 

The sudden rush of movement disorients you momentarily before settling in Five's room once again, the familiar blue light casting a glow around you. 

As you try to gather your thoughts in this new setting, you can't help but notice Five's demeanor. His usually composed features betray a hint of worry, his eyes reflecting the weight of the situation.

"Are you okay?" you inquire softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Five's single nod carries a world of unspoken words, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of determination and weariness. 

"I will be when this is all over," he finally responds, his voice tinged with a quiet resolve that both comforts and unsettles you.

"Turn around," Five said, his voice firm yet tinged with weariness as he began the process of shedding his current outfit. 

With a sense of urgency, you pivoted on your heel, your eyes now fixed on the darkened expanse beyond the glass window.

A frown creased your brow. "This doesn't sit right with you, does it?" you probed, your concern palpable in the dimly lit room.

Five let out a dry chuckle, the hint of a bitter smile briefly appearing on his face. "No, but then again, when has anything felt right lately?" his words carried a weight that seemed to reflect the heaviness of the world around you.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, mingling with the tension that hung in the air. "You have a point there," you conceded.

"We will make it, Five," you reassure, turning back around when you feel a tap on your back. 

Five stands in front of you, his expression tense as he nods to himself. "I know," he affirms decisively. "Let's go then, we don't have time." 

In sync with him, you follow Five's lead as he heads towards Klaus' room. The urgency in his movements is palpable.

"Hey, Klaus, get up," Five demands, his impatience evident as he lightly knocks on Klaus' door before entering, his piercing gaze fixed on the fumbling mess of yarn and knitting needles within the room. "We're going," he adds firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Klaus, visibly exasperated, throws the needles down in frustration and questions, "Where?"

With a sense of duty in his voice, Five responds, "To save the world."

Klaus, ever the sarcastic one, quips, "Oh, is that all? Great."

As we found ourselves back in Five's room listening to his animated rant, he questioned, "So, Pogo said Dad killed himself to get us all back together, right?" 

Klaus simply shrugged in response. "Yeah, so?" 

Five continued, delving deeper with his thoughts, "So it got me thinking, I had to jump to the future to figure out when it happened, but Dad, he can't time travel. So how'd the crazy bastard actually know to kill himself a week before the end of the world?" 

 With a thoughtful expression, Klaus began to speak, "Well, you know..." but his words trailed off, hinting at the complexity of their father's mysterious actions.

"Don't answer. That was purely rhetorical," Five shakes his head in disbelief. "Truth is, our whole lives, he's been telling us we'd save the world from an impending apocalypse."

"Yeah, but I always thought he just said that to scare us into doing the dishes." Klaus muses with a light chuckle, effortlessly slipping on his shoes, a gesture that brings a fond smile to your face.

"Me too. But what if the old man really knew it was going to happen?"Five remarks pensively, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. 

That underlying sense of unease starts to manifest within you, causing you to internally acknowledge the unsettling thought. 

"Yeah, but knew how?" Klaus inquires, crossing his arms in a contemplative manner, his brow furrowed as he sought answers that seemed just out of reach.

"No idea," Five begins, his voice tinged with a sense of frustration as he continues pacing back and forth in the room. 

"But the fact remains, his fakakta plan worked," he adds with a hint of disbelief.

"Fakakta," you repeat, the unfamiliar word rolling off your tongue with a tone of curiosity, as if trying to decipher its meaning from the context in which it was used.

Five rolls his eyes in a mixture of frustration and amusement as he looks at you. "But, we all came home." he remarks with a dismissive tone before gesturing towards you. "And then some. We're here, we might as well save the world."

Klaus has a perplexed expression on his face. "Oh yeah? What, like, the three of us?"

With a nonchalant shrug, Five's hands casually rest in his pockets as he continues, "Uh, well, ideally, no, but... gotta work with what I've got." 

The sound of running footsteps reverberated up the stairs, causing your heart to race with anticipation until you finally laid eyes on the familiar figure of Diego. 

"Where have you been?" Five inquired, curiosity evident in his tone.

"Jail." Diego admitted nonchalantly, prompting a gasp from you as your eyes widened.

"You of all people giving me a hard time for it-" you retorted.

Diego's frustrated expression deepened as he furrowed his brow. "Long story," he said abruptly, interrupting your thought. 

His eyes scanned the room as if searching for answers. "Where's Luther?"

"Haven't seen him since breakfast."

Diego's jaw tightened, the gravity of the situation apparent. "Yeah. Two days until the world ends, he picks a great time to drop off the grid," he remarked with a hint of sarcasm, the worry evident in his voice as he swiftly prepared for action, securing knives in all his holsters.

With a mix of determination and humor, he declared, "Well, suit up. We're finding him and putting an end to this whole end-of-the-world thing."

~~~

Diego had just disclosed that Allison was in imminent danger because of Vanya's boyfriend, who happened to be a confirmed murderer. 

Now, you found yourself in a surreal situation, confined to the car while the three brothers engaged in a persuasive conversation trying to convince Luther to accompany you for assistance.

Five had given you strict instructions to remain inside the vehicle, warning against the allure of the bar. 

The caution was necessary to prevent you from succumbing to the temptation of relapsing into old habits by sneaking some alcohol.

Despite your efforts to resist, a persistent craving for just a small sip of liquor lingered in the back of your mind, threatening to break your resolve.

You gazed out the window with a mixture of impatience and anxiety, anxiously awaiting the return of Klaus, Diego, Luther, and Five from the bar. 

The minutes felt like hours as you pondered the precarious situation that Allison was in, the weight of the impending danger weighing heavily on your shoulders.

Finally, the sight of the brothers emerging from the bar and headed towards the car brought a sense of relief, tinged with a newfound sense of determination to face the challenges ahead and ensure Allison's safety.

Five took the wheel and steered the car away from the bar, causing you to lean in closer to Luther to start a conversation. 

"Did you bring anything out with you?" you inquired. "Like, maybe a seltzer or something?" Your words were abruptly cut off as Five unexpectedly struck you in the back of the head.

"I already said no. You're not drinking tonight," he declared firmly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Yeah, whatever," you grumbled in response, slightly irritated by his strictness. 

~~~

"Hey. Can you go any faster?" Luther inquired, his voice slightly tinged with frustration, as if seconds were slipping away too quickly. 

"Ask me again, and I'll burn you with the cigarette lighter." Five retorted sharply.

Nevertheless, he defiantly pressed the gas pedal further down, determined to reach their destination as quickly as possible.

After what seemed like an eternity but in reality was just a mere few minutes, the car finally pulled up in front of the wood cabin tucked away in the heart of the dense woods. 

Fear coursed through the group as you all hastily made your way out of the vehicle, your eagerness evident in the way you all sped over to the front door, Luther way ahead of all of you.

"Something doesn't feel right," you whisper urgently as a chill runs down your spine, causing your heart to race. 

The sound of Luther's piercing scream echoes through the house, sending a jolt of fear through your veins. "Allison!!"

Your feet carry you swiftly into the house, shoes clicking frantically against the hardwood floor, each step a drumbeat of trepidation. The scene that unravels before your eyes is a nightmare come to life. 

Luther, usually carefree, is now a broken mess, his arms cradling Allison's near lifeless form. 

Her once vibrant eyes now blink rapidly, a stark contrast to the flow of crimson blood staining everything it touches, a stark reminder of the horrific truth.

"No- No! Allison!" The words catch in your throat, choked with grief and disbelief as you press your trembling fingers against her fragile pulse, frantically searching for a flicker of hope. 

The warmth of her blood seeps through the fabric of your clothing, a visceral reminder of the fragility of life.

With tears blurring your vision, you gather all your resolve, your hands shaking as you press your sleeve against her grievous wound, a feeble attempt to staunch the flow and hold on to the dwindling thread of hope that she may yet be saved. 

Desperation filled your voice as you frantically pleaded with an unseen presence for mercy. The weight of relentless fear pressed down on you, the thought of losing Allison unbearable.

Adrenaline surged through you, your hands working instinctively to staunch the flow of blood from Allison's wound, gripping your sleeve to her throat with a sense of urgency.

"Please, no," your voice quavered, a mix of helplessness and anguish as Luther carefully lifted Allison and carried her towards the waiting car. 

The touch of Five's firm grasp on your arm was the only anchor preventing you from fully crumbling, your trembling hands a stark contrast to the tense control in his touch. 

Emotions swirled within you, a storm of concern and fear raging through every fiber of your being as you were forced to relinquish your hold on Allison and watch her being taken away to safety.

You let out a shaky sob, the weight of your emotions becoming too heavy to bear in that moment. With tears streaming down your face, you found solace in the simple act of covering your pained expression with your hands. 

"I can't keep doing this," the words escaped your lips in a mix of desperation and exhaustion. "Five, you guys are all I've got," the vulnerability in your voice laid bare the depth of your dependence on the support of those closest to you.

As the reality of everything you've endured in the past few days sank in, the feeling of being overwhelmed consumed you entirely. It was as if a dam had burst within you, unleashing a flood of pent-up emotions and turmoil that had been building relentlessly. 

The weight of each struggle and hardship you had faced recently culminated in that single moment of raw emotion, leaving you breathless and lost in a sea of turbulent thoughts and feelings. 

The facade of strength you had worn for so long cracked under the pressure, revealing the vulnerable soul underneath that simply sought comfort and understanding in the midst of the storm.

Five sighs as he guides you with gentle reassurance back to the car.

"You won't"

He takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Not anymore."

~~~

A/N - oops short chapter, see you tomorrow :)))

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Part Three: Information and Things to Come

The Edutzal.

A species known for their ruthlessness and destruction. With an unimaginable amount of strength and power they were a species you didn't want the attention of, so why were there three of them spotted on Earth.

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Damian impatiently tapped his foot as he waited for the Edutzal. It was slow and he wanted to try and get more information from them, if they would show up that is! They always showed up near his brothers, either saving them or just eating from roof or the sky, but when he wanted them they took awhile.

“Whatcha doing Robin?” Damian whirled around to be face to face with Siuqgux. Vehutran, and Karrea weren't too far behind him. Damian glanced at the clock tower nearby it had taken them 23 minutes.

“Waiting for you three to show up. It's a slow day so I figured I’d trade information on how to get to Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin a little more in exchange for information about you.”

“On one condition,” Damian nodded. “You can only share what we specifically say you can. You can't tell them in any shape or form but you can use the information yourself.” Vehutran stated. “If you tell them what you're not supposed to, we'll destroy the earth.” Damian's blood ran cold, the tone was far to casual, giving the impression they had done it before.

“Well give you one exception.” Karrea tilted her head as she spoke, “if there is another Edutzal causing problems or there is absolutely no way you or the other bats or close associates can survive. It had to be complete life or death. Damian nodded. That made it slightly better.

“Deal.” The three nodded.

“Let's go somewhere more private, tell your team your safe and change into this.” Damian did as told and after a too fast flight found himself on a comfortable couch with a nice drink in hand and the Edutzal around him looking like normal and familiar people.

“I'm sure you've put it together already but let us properly introduce ourselves. I'm Y/n, the fashion director for Wayne Apparal and Beauty, I'm also Vehutran.”

“I'm Alistair, the accessories and shoe director for Wayne Apparal and Beauty, also Siuqgux.”

“I'm Ry, the makeup director of Wayne Apparal and Beauty, also Karrea.” Damian sipped his drink as he wrote it down in his little notebook.

“Hiding in plain sight, working for Wayne Enterprises and living across from Jason.” The three nodded. “Ok, so what does Tiapr, Paeqian, and Gaijieqn mean?”

“Sweetheart, handsome, and Darling.” Damian almost spat out his drink.

“You're flirting with them?!”

“Yeah.”

“Obviously.”

“Who wouldn't.”

Damian just stared at the three, trying to decide if he wanted to continue this plan or to drop it now. Although… it could be funny to watch.

“They're all pretty touchy people. They just have to know you’re there and be decently ok with you around.” They all nodded, taking mental notes. “What are you doing on earth?”

“What we said before. We just like it here. The people here are interesting, We don’t have a plan to do anything specific or bad to your planet so don’t worry. I know that’s not really reassuring but it's the truth.” Damian nodded, nothing new with that one.

“They think your cute outside of the costumes.”

“Is that why Dick almost dropped his coffee when he toured our building?”

“Yes, he said Alistair was hot. Jason almost left at the sight of Y/n, and Tim turns red when anyone mentions Ry. Now what are your intentions with my brothers?”

“Right now, just having some fun with a little interest sprinkled in. Don’t worry, we won’t go too far and if you think we are let us know so we can stop.”

“Would you teach me your language?” There was a moment of silence.

“You want us to teach you Eidnethi?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think anyone off Engoth knows it.”

“I heard it was impossible for anyone not an Edutzal, even half Edutzal have trouble learning and speaking it.” Another moment of silence where the three were all lost in thought, every once in a while they would glance at each other.

“I mean, we could try. There’s no harm in trying but there's no promise you would even be able to learn it.” THe other two nodded in agreement and Damian felt excitement bubbling up in his stomach. The conversation went from exchanging information to a more normal conversation about this and that.

A few hours later, Damian’s rant on why people should be vegetarians was interrupted by the next door neighbor slamming the door.

“What do you mean Damian’s gone?!” Jason’s voice carried through the apartment, “He said WHAT?!” While the other three took that as a sign to take Damian back, Damian got other ideas, more fun ideas.

Jumping up from his spot, he ran to the door and opened it. He could see the three staring at him. Clearly thinking he was going to spill what they had told him hours prior.

“Jason!” Jason swung around to see Damian, who had gone radio silent since saying he was going to talk to the Edutzal. “I lost my phone when I was far out and Y/n found me and brought me here to warm up and stay till morning since it was so late! I was going to call in the morning when someone was more likely to be awake.”

Jason didn’t believe a word out of his mouth, but he put on his best act and gave a relieved smile at the three who were behind Damian.”

“Thank you for finding him and taking care of him.” Damian joined Jason, playing up the kid act mostly for Jason but the three found it amusing as well.

“It was no problem!”

“If it happens again, just drop him off at my door.” Jason pointed to the door across the hall.

“Will do! Have a good night!” As soon as the door shut, Damian was ushered to the bat cave where the entire family was waiting.

“What do you mean, shortly after the Edutzal dropped you off you saw Y/n and decided to go with her instead of coming back?” Dick was stressed and it was showing.

“You were missing for 6 hours! We had no idea where you were!”

Damian sat through all the lectures before the notebook burning in his pocket was too much. They had never said he couldn’t tell them they had talked and given him information, just that he couldn’t share the information.

“I made a deal with the Edutzal.” The room went silent. “They gave me information, I gave then information. Sot thats what that was. As for after, I was headed back to my stuff when Y/n was driving by and offered me a ride. I couldn’t have her take me back to my things or that would be out and it would be strange for me to refuse a ride when I was out in the middle of the night. Since my phone was with my stuff, I told her I had lost it. They only had Father’s number and he always says he goes to bed at 10 pm and it was 1 am so I asked to be dropped off at Jason’s but he wasn’t home and they live across from him so they invented me in to wait.” The story made enough sense that all of them could understand enough of the logic for Damian to be mostly off the hook.

“Ok, then what did they tell you information wise then?” Bruce looked at him expectantly.

“If I tell you, they said they would Destroy the the earth. All I can tell you is that Tiapr means sweetheart.” Dick looked exasperated. “Paeqian mean Handsome.” Tim sat down and rubbed his face. “And Gaujieqn means Darling.” Jason sighed under his mask.

“They’re flirting with them?” Steph was trying to hide her laughter. “Did some of the information you gave them have to do with that?”

“Yes. Also when the league and other groups tend to have their meetings. Considering they asked that when they corrected half the information we were told about the Edutzal I think they’re just nosey and want to know how bad our information is. Anyways, I can’t tell you the corrected information but I can tell you that the information we have sounds better than the truth they gave.”

“How do you know they told you the truth?” Cass asked. Damian looked her dead in the eyes.

“They’re exact words were, ‘even if you know our weaknesses and our strengths. There is nothing anyone on this planet can do about it. The last one had much stronger people on it, and well, theres nothing there anymore so..’ They talked about it too casually. Like destroying a planet wasn’t even a challenge.” The room was silent as everyone pondered what Damian had said.

“Oh, before I forget they said to give these to you.” Damian pulled a bunch of little buttons. The way they were built was clearly foreign. The hexagon pattern across the small device glowed a sickly green. “They like Gotham so they’ll help keep it safe but if we run into trouble that is too much or we can’t beat, hit the button and they’ll come help.” He passed them out, one too each person. “Again! Only if necessary.” They all dispersed shortly after that, leaving Danian alone and able to head to bed.

After the meeting was over, Alfred glanced out the Window in time to see three flying beings leaving the manor

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janis or regina x reader where no one (including their friend group) knew that they were dating. until one day reader gets injured at school somehow and they rush over to help her.

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Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, some squabbling, fluff

A dodgeball to the head unravels a chaotic situation on a whole new level (I had too much fun with this fic lol💀)

The sound of Mr. Park’s whistle pierced your ears, as was the pain piercing through your head. Janis saw the dodgeball get thrown at your head in the midst of the chaos among both teams. You had already lost your balance, so that and the pushing and shoving caused you to fall. The game was promptly stopped, Janis also came up to you to help you out of the crowd of fellow students. And then, you just threw up. Everything was a blur, but you knew you weren’t exactly okay. You had a concussion.

You remembered mumbling a quick ‘sorry’ to Janis because you barely missed her Converses. And then…your world turned pitch black.

Your eyes slowly peeled opened, but instantly shut again due to the bright fluorescent lights on the ceiling. You groaned, then heard movement beside you and two people squabbling quietly. Wait a second…you knew those voices.

“y/n?”

“What?” You murmured, very slowly turning your head as you vision came into focus on the dark haired artist with dark purple streaks in her hair. “Wh- why are you here? Uh—” You looked at the person next to her. A blonde, standing next to Janis, in between Janis and your mother.

“How are you feeling?” Your mom asked.

“My head kills.” You grumbled, wincing.

“Yeah, you have a pretty bad concussion.” Your mom frowned. “But your friends are here to see you.”

“Um— okay.”

Janis wasn’t actually your friend. And especially not Regina.

”When can I go home?”

“They’re gonna keep you here for a couple days because of the concussion.”

You sighed, defeated. “Guys, just…go home. I’ve got nothing to do. I just wanna sleep.”

Regina shrugged, then left, “If you say so.” Janis stayed behind, waiting for Regina to leave first. “I’ll go get a coffee, just rest up for now, alright?” Your mom squeezed your hand as she spoke.

“Okay,” You swallowed thickly, “See you later.” You watch your mom leave, then looked back at Janis, “And why are you still here?”

“Um.” She started. “I helped you up after you fell get out of there. Just wanted to see if you were okay.”

“Well, I am. So you can go now, I’m sure you have better things to do than being in the hospital with me.”

Janis squinted at you, “I’m just worried about you.”

“Okay, but why? I know we’re in some of the same classes and all, but we’ve never really talked unless we had to work on projects together.”

“Because…” Janis cleared her throat, “I’m uh, I care about you…?”

You were too out of it, and just speaking your mind currently. “Oh, okay.”

“Regina says she likes you.”

You scoffed, “I don’t think so. I’m in her Burn Book. She wrote some nasty shit about me, Janis. Does she think I don’t know it just because I choose to keep to myself?”

“Well she just told me she does and we got into a little bit of a fight.”

“Fight for what?” You looked at her, puzzled.

“I told her that you most likely knew about the Burn Book. Like— what she wrote and stuff. She’s just insisting you don’t, because you don’t have a clue what’s going on.” Janis explained, “So then I told her, it was up to you to choose between her or me. We’re both gonna woo you.”

Woah.

“Um…” You sniffled, “I’m sorry what? Did you just confess to me? Me.”

“Seems like I did. While she left, so…” She grinned cheekily.

“Thanks for helping me out. I didn’t throw up on your shoes, did I?” You cringed.

“No, you’re good.” Janis laughed a little, leaning slightly closer to look at you. You laughed at the proximity of your faces, feeling just a tad awkward. After all, she did just confess to you. While looking at your current pale face, messy hair and bloodshot eyes. You also definitely had a bump on your head somewhere. That’s why it hurt. So damn bad.

“I’m gonna throw up.” You looked at her dead in the eyes when you said it. She was totally unfazed and just stuck the emesis bucket under your chin.

“This sucks.” You sighed.

“I feel ya.” Janis was still smiling. You weren’t used to it, but you were…okay with it. Why were you okay with it? “I hear you were supposed to tutor Regina?”

“Yeah, for algebra.” You laid back cautiously. She got rid of whatever was in the bucket and returned. “Norbury asked me to. Now I’m just…here. And I’m not too sure I wanna do it.”

“Then don’t.”

“Do you think she’ll let me off the hook?”

“I mean, Norbury—”

“Not Norbury. Regina. I’ll still see her anyway, God knows how. But you did say she’s trying to woo me too.”

“We’ll see.” She wiggled her brows playfully.

“Right, we will.”

“Hey, um, once you’re able to get outta here…should we go somewhere? Just the two of us?”

“We kind of are alone now, so…” You joked.

“I mean- yeah.” Janis laughed, “But I was thinking, something nicer than this. When you’re not feeling nauseous and achy and stuff. Only if you want, of course.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

The smile on Janis’ face returned, “Put your number in. I’ll text you once I get it planned.”

You took her phone and put your number in.

“Great.” Janis slid her phone back into her pocket, “Do you want me to go so you can rest? I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“Okay, Janis.” You agreed with a little nod, “Thanks.”

“I’ll text you.” She squeezed your hand lightly, brushing her thumb over your knuckles, “Take care.”

Janis left, so you were alone. Left alone with that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach and your throbbing head. You were dozing off when the door opened, a nurse came in to check your vitals. You didn’t have to be awake for that so you just proceeded to drift off to sleep. When you woke up, your Mom was asleep in the armchair near your bed. The clock tells you that it was way past dinnertime, but you were hungry. You see a coffee cup on the table— your Mom’s and a brown paper bag next to it. You sat up straight and scooted closer to the table to pull it closer to yourself. Quietly, you dug through the bag and found a sandwich and a brownie. You put the sandwich back then began eating the brownie contently, you felt pretty great right now considering the nausea. At least you felt like eating. And could keep it down. You found your phone after your little dinner and decided to check your messages. You’ve gotten a few from Janis, which wasn’t too surprising. But you also received a couple from Regina. She didn’t even have your number in the first place, that was weird.

Right, your moms were friends. Taking in a deep breath, you put your phone away then got up to use the bathroom. Your Mom woke up when she heard the footsteps.

“Mom, I’m okay. Just gotta pee.”

“I know, sweetie. Just making sure.” She said.

“You could’ve went home to sleep, Mom.” You told her, leaving the bathroom door open slightly. It was late and you weren’t feeling the best so you didn’t really care. “Nurses and doctors are like, ten feet away.”

“I know, but I just don’t want you to wake up and suddenly realise I left you here alone without telling you first.”

You chuckled, “Okay. I appreciate that, thank you.”

“How’s the pain?”

“It’s…there. Kind of annoying but isn’t as bad compared to when I first woke up. Did you know I threw up once?”

“When I went to get coffee? Yeah. It’s normal though, with concussions. But I get that it sucks.”

You washed your hands then walked back to your bed with the IV pole that was connected to the back of your hand.

————

The next week, Regina shows up at your on a Tuesday, claiming that she used the excuse of you having to tutor her to get out of hanging out with Gretchen and Karen because she wanted to be with you. She’s been texting you sometimes over the week, but you truly couldn’t show any real interest in her because you were just reminded of how she’d hurt you with the Burn Book, and thinks that you had zero clue.

The silence was out of shock as she stood before you on the porch. You gave her a forced smile, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanna see you. I need to talk to you.” She said, looking at you. Her gaze was soft, she seemed genuine, but you couldn’t get past that mental hurdle just yet. “Can I come in?”

“Sure, sure.” You stepped to the side so she could walk in, then you shut and locked the door. 

With the silence between both of you, it did not take long for you to start talking. Talking about how you knew about the Burn Book. More specifically what was written about you.

“Janis told me about the agreement you two had.” You began, “I’m gonna be honest with you, Regina. She’s winning. Because you hurt me and assumed that I had no idea about it just because I wasn’t here on the day that the Burn Book got dropped in the hallway. The people talk, Regina. A lot. I’ve been hurt before, but they never become like you…crushing on me, or so you say. How do I believe you? How do you expect me to believe you?”

She looked at you blankly for a bit, then said, “You’re right, it’s wrong for me to assume. I never should’ve done any of it. But I cannot change what’s already been done. If you’ll let me, if you’ll give me a chance…I’ll show you that I can change. That I’ve been trying to change.”

“Regina, I’ve known you for almost seven years.” You continued, “You’ve never once made me feel comfortable in your presence. I’ve known Janis for three and barely talked to her before she stayed with me in the hospital after you left that day. She made me feel…normal. I didn’t have to keep running my replies through my head, I didn’t have to worry about my hair, my clothes, my facial expressions.”

Her face fell, her gaze turned sad, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was feeling. I didn’t know it was okay to like a girl. I couldn’t accept it, I couldn’t accept myself. I’m still struggling, but I’m sorry for what I’ve said and what I’ve done to hurt you. I thought if I did that to you, my actual feelings for you would go away. But it didn’t — and I just feel like shit.”

Seeing her sad made you so uncomfortable. You could never be at ease in her presence. 

“I get that, but I cannot let this continue. I just can’t see myself being with you. I’m sorry.”

“I understand.” Regina nodded, “Thanks for letting me talk.” 

“Least I could do is hear you out.” You replied.

“I’m sorry about the concussion. Shane’s a horrible player.” Regina continued.

“I’m getting better. It’s fine.” You managed a chuckle, eyes somehow welling up with tears. You actually spoke up, and she didn’t stop you.

“I got you a little something on my way here.” She took a Twix bar out of her purse, “Heard this was your favourite so I wanted to cheer you up a little.” 

“Thanks, Regina.” 

She smiled, though a little sadly. But she knew she wasn’t going to get more out of this than an acquaintanceship or friendship— someday, maybe. Regina’s got to move on from this rejection, but ultimately right now, now that she’s gotten an answer from you for her burning question, she just doesn’t want you to hate her anymore.

“We’ll uh, take it a day at a time, shall we?” You said, “You’re on probation.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up, excited for a moment.

“Show me you mean it. I don’t want to see or hear you making others feel like shit. Like, actually.” 

“I heard ya. You have my word.” 

Regina left immediately after that, and Janis texted you right as you laid down. This goes on for a bit until you decided to make dinner for yourself since your Mom was going to be working till late. Janis texted you to ask what you were making for dinner. You texted her a photo of a packet of instant ramen.

> Do you want to go out for dinner?

You squinted, re-reading the text.

You were tempted. Very tempted, but also very nervous.

Where? <

> You pick, I drive :D

Smooth, ‘Imi’ike. You know how to make a girl smile <

> I try :p 

> Pick you up in 20!

Okay then, so it seems you were going to dinner with Janis. You left the unopened pack of instant noodles on the counter then scurried to your room to go get changed after letting her know your address. You were staring at your wardrobe for what seemed like ages before you got annoyed and just decided to put on a t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. This wasn’t a date. 

This wasn’t a date. Was it?! Oh gosh.

Janis pulled up in front of your house on the dot, you grabbed your phone, wallet and keys and shoved them into your sling bag before going out. “Hi, pretty girl.” Janis smiled, reaching over from the driver’s seat to open the door for you. 

You looked away for a split second before getting in to hide your flushed cheeks. She doesn’t say anything about it, so maybe she didn’t notice. It was getting kind of dark out anyway. “So…where are we headed?” Janis asked.

“Um, maybe pizza?” 

“Well then, pizza it is.” Janis grinned, then drove off further away from your house. She had her playlist playing softly through the speakers, not your type of music, but you didn’t mind. It was pretty good. “Doing any better?”

“I mean, I’m going out to dinner with you so I would say so.” You laughed. “I’m going back to school tomorrow. Have some questions for the French worksheet, but that can wait.”

“That’s right, dinner first.” Janis nodded, “Good to have you back in school though. We’ll settle the French homework after.”

You’ve been cooped up at home for the last few days, you didn’t exactly have the motivation to do much even around the house. So, you didn’t force yourself to go out. You were still somewhat dizzy, and sometimes you’d suddenly get nauseous. But, a whole lot better in comparison to your first day in the hospital. You hummed, nodded, then looked out the window. “You alright? Should I turn back?”

“I’m okay.” You assured, looking at her for a moment. You saw how worried she was and felt bad. “Just the headache.” You explained. “I’m sorry.” She replied, “Do you need Tylenol? I have it in the glove compartment.” 

“I already—” Your eyes screwed shut, “I already took one.”

“Close your eyes for a bit then, I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Janis suggested, “Maybe the lights are making your headache worse. You like Pepperoni?”

“Okay.” You muttered. “Yeah, that’s my favourite. With hot honey.”

As you turned your head to face the window, you nodded off quite quickly thanks to the movement of the car. So, lucky for Janis, you didn’t notice that she was smiling at you— in her words, ‘like an idiot’.

Awhile later, the car comes to a stop at a light. Swiftly, Janis made a pickup order for pizza— one pineapple and one pepperoni with hot honey. As soon as she put her phone back down, the light turned green. So she continued to drive to the pizza parlour. Once at the pizza place, she collected the pizzas and returned to her car. You seemed fine, but she was still a bit worried nonetheless. It also wasn’t too long before Janis arrived at the destination she had in mind. 

She parked the car but left the engine on. Tapping your shoulder, she said, “We’re here.” 

You stirred in your sleep a little bit but woke up soon enough. Where the hell were you?

You squinted your eyes again, trying to get used to the dim surroundings. “Where are we? Did you take me to this secluded place to murder me? I’m shocked.” 

“Woah, woah.” She snickered, “Calm down, I’m not Jade West plotting something against Tori Vega.” Then you saw her turn to face you, shifting in her seat. Janis unbuckled your seatbelt and you were so taken aback, you held your breath. You couldn’t exactly see that since it was dark. You just felt it until you saw her look right into your eyes. “Hi~”

Well, there it goes. You were blushing— again. God, why is she so pretty?!

“Where are we?”

“A place… to eat our pizza that wouldn’t hurt your eyes and your head.” Janis grinned cheekily, getting out from the driver’s side and opened your door for you. Sticking her hand out, you held onto it without even processing what you just did. You were…spacing out a little.

You blinked profusely, snapping back into reality when you felt a tap on your nose. “I know you’re recovering from a concussion, babe. But don’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry, I just— sorry—” You rambled. She leads you a little ways away from her car. 

She laughed, finding this so freaking cute. “It’s okay, ‘cause you’re cute.” Janis squeezes your hand, brushing her thumb over your knuckles, “Sit down.” You two were now standing under a tree. She sat down on the grass, then you followed suit a second later. 

“Okay, eat up.” Janis opened up the box containing the hot honey pepperoni pizza first for you, “It’s still warm.”

“Is this—”

“Yup.”

Now you were the one smiling like an idiot. “Wow, thanks.” You chuckled.

“No problem.” She said back, helping herself to a slice. 

As you munched on your own slice, you finally got the chance to look up and around you. You saw the stars, and were quickly in awe. “Okay, this is amazing. Thank you for taking me here.” 

“Hey, I wasn’t going to let you suffer under bright lights and neon signs if that means you can’t have a good time tonight.” Janis replied, “Now that I think of it, you’re not gonna puke are you?” 

“Not anytime soon, I don’t think.” You answered with a laugh, “I also have a touch of emetophobia so I’m just lucky I was that out of it in the hospital.” 

“Aw.”

“I deal with it.” You shrugged.

“Of course, but if you need anything let me know how to help, okay?”

You only nodded since your mouth was full. “I bought drinks too, what do you want? Water or Sprite?”

“Water’s good.” You replied, glancing at her. She opened the cap for you and you took it from her, mumbling a soft thank-you. “Um, also, earlier today…Regina came over to talk to me. But instead, I told her I knew about what she wrote  about me in that dumb book. Told her I couldn’t picture myself with her at all because she’s never made me feel comfortable in her presence— ever.”

“She didn’t give you too much trouble, I hope.” 

“No, actually. I said all that to her, and she proceeded to tell me she basically did what she did because she didn’t know how to deal with her feelings for a girl. She didn’t know it was okay to like a girl, and thought that if she bullied me or you for that matter…that her feelings would change.” You sighed, “I feel for her, but she did hurt me. I didn’t know why, and even if I do now…it doesn’t change the past.” 

“It must be difficult too since your moms are friends.” 

“We only had to spend time in the same place because our moms wanted to hang out sometimes. She didn’t talk to me, I didn’t talk to her. It was really tense and awkward though.” 

“I bet.” Janis smiled, understanding deeply, “Okay, so enough about that. Tell me…about you.” 

“Not much going on in my life, Janis.” You shrugged, “Parents know I’m gay, Dad hates it, hates me. Mom pretends to not acknowledge it around him. But I know she’s okay with it. I mean…I don’t tell her things because I’m still a bit cautious about it since she might tell my Dad. But yeah.” 

“Luckily for me, my parents are both okay with it. My mom’s bi actually.” Janis said back, “I also know that thanks to my culture, with what I was taught from a young age about the people of my home…I didn’t have to hide it. I just existed. And then I came over to the mainland and all of a sudden it’s a big deal.”

“I love that you’re so…you.” You laughed awkwardly, “Okay that’s so random, you get it, right? Like I went out to lunch with a girl from my class in freshmen year and I kept thinking people were staring at me because they were thinking that I was on a date. But no it wasn’t. At that point I wasn’t even out yet, but I knew that I definitely liked girls. I just wasn’t sure yet if I only liked girls.”

“Trying to figure that out can be tough, honey.” Janis nodded, remembering her own experience. “It’s like, it’s a natural attraction for us but actually knowing that it has a label? Like woah.” 

————

“Well, this is you, pretty girl.” Janis’ car slowed to a stop in front of your house— almost four hours later.

“Thanks for driving me home.”

“Of course.” Janis flashes you a smile, “Good night, y/n.” 

“Night, Janis.” You smiled back, “Thanks for dinner.” 

“Anytime, y/n. Anytime.” Janis leaned closer to you and just held your face in her hand, “And um, tonight’s not a date. I’ll be texting you soon about the deets for our very first one”

“Feels like it to me.” You sulked, “What do you mean it wasn’t?”

She laughed, stroking your cheek, “Okay, but officially, officially— we’re going to this ceramic painting thing on Friday.” 

“Oh.” You smiled excitedly, “On Friday?”

“Mhm.” She confirmed, chuckling at your excitement, “We have a half day so I’ll pick you up at 3 if you wanna change or anything.”

“Alrighty, sounds good.” You nodded, face still in her hand. Inches away from hers. Janis tilted her head as if it was a silent ask. You gave her a look and she just smooched you on the cheek, the kiss soft and sweet. Fluttering like it was a butterfly— kinda tickled, but not enough to make you laugh,

“Good night, Janis.” You told her, in a hurry to get out of her sight because you felt like you were going to explode or die from embarrassment because your cheeks got so hot.

“Sweet dreams, pretty girl.”

Best night ever? Yeah. 

You couldn’t wait for Friday. You also couldn’t wait to go back to school tomorrow— you were going to be able to see her every other class thanks to your schedule for that day. So you were beyond happy about that, and to have some level of normalcy in your life again.

Friday rolled around pretty quick, and you were relieved because the school week was over. Once the last bell let out, you rushed to Janis’ locker. Damian beat you to it. “Hey, girl.” 

“Oh!” You gasped, “Hi. I’m just— waiting for—”

“Janis? I know.” He laughed, “This is exciting. About time, though.”

You bit back a laugh, “Okay. Good to see you too, I uh— I’m a little nervous, not gonna lie.”

“Oh, don’t be. She really likes you.”

“I know, it’s just. A thing—”

“First date?” He asked knowingly.

You nodded, sulking. “So?”

“You’ll be fine—”

“Hey, dude. What’re ya saying to her that’s got her sulking.” Janis appeared, putting an arm around your shoulder.

“Nothing bad, y’all.” He clutched his chest dramatically, “Just assuring her that everything is gonna be fine. She’s nervous.”

“Damian!” You chided.

“What? She’s gonna know anyway.” 

“I’ll see you on Sunday.” Janis said, looking at Damian, “Leave her alone.”

You decided your outfit was fine so you just followed Janis to her place. She lived in the garage, she pretty much had her own little apartment in this space. “This is pretty cool.” 

“Happened because of a ‘my roof my rules’ argument. This garage is a separate building, so it’s technically my roof.” Janis explained, “I’m just gonna get changed real quick then we can go, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah. Take your time.” You slowly sat on her couch. You hear her walking behind you and the sound of a door opening— her wardrobe. Obviously you knew that she was getting changed so you just stared at whatever was in front of you. “Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” She nearly snorted. 

“Just waiting for you, Janis. I’m okay.” 

She changed into this fluffy green and black striped cropped sweater, and dark grey ripped jeans. Then, her usual black Converses were swapped out for dark green ones. “Let’s go.” She took your hand into hers and walked the short distance to her car like this with you.

During the drive, you two just chatted about anything that came to mind. You and Janis were so engrossed in the conversation that you didn’t even realise that you were already at the workshop. 

You picked out a mug, and so did she. You were just having fun with your painting but Janis was absolutely in her element. You knew she was an artist, and you’ve seen her art pieces…you’ve just never seen her in action. You never thought you would. You could not believe you were on a date with Janis ’Imi’ike.

“You painting that for me?” She snickered.

“Are you?” You went along with it.

“Actually, yeah.” Janis smiled, taking a sneaky peek at you.

“Oh.”

“Don’t be so surprised.” Janis chuckled, “If you’re that surprised by this, what’s gonna happen during my next surprise?”

“Your next—”

She had this mischievous grin on her face again, it was awfully endearing. 

“I’m just waiting to ask you out again, y/n.” That grin doesn’t leave her face. She glances at you then was equally quick to return her focus to her little project. Two hours and two painted mugs later, you walked out of there with paint splatters all over your white t-shirt. Most of which were intentionally done by Janis to make you laugh. It worked, and also pretty much got a new shirt— kinda. It actually looked good. 

“You wanna go for pizza?”

“Not really.” You answered, still holding her hand. 

“Not hungry?” Janis asked, checking the time on her watch.

“Not with my head trying to kill me.” 

“Let’s go home.” Janis looked at you sadly, snaking a careful arm around your waist while the both of you walked through the lot to locate her car. “You okay to spend the night?”

“Yeah, definitely better than being home and having to hear my Dad yell at her. They got into it again last night.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to worry about it for the night at least. It’ll be nice and quiet at mine.” Janis kissed the back of your hand. Hearing the chirp of her car, you opened the passenger door promptly and got seated. Janis also wasted no time and began driving once you had buckled your seatbelt. “Do you mind if I nap?” 

“No, not at all. But, if the headache’s are still going on…it’s been two weeks already. Might be a good thing to tell your doctor that.” 

“I’ll call Monday.” You answered quietly, eyes half open. 

“Alright.” She didn’t press for more information out of you, obviously. You were uncomfortable right now with the persistent headache after the concussion. Fucking Shane. 

You woke up right as Janis stopped the car and turned the engine off. “Right on time.” She smiled sweetly, “Let’s get you settled then you can get some proper sleep.” 

“What? It’s so early.” You couldn’t help but laugh a bit. 

“A proper nap. After you take something for your headache.” She corrected herself, taking you by the hand and leading you inside the house through the front door, “Just grabbing the meds, water and something to eat so it doesn’t hurt your stomach. Ibuprofen might work better for you if Tylenol doesn’t help.

You didn’t object, knowing she was most likely right. Also the pain, was a little too much right now. That tended to make you a little more withdrawn than usual. “Are you sure you don’t want to see a doctor? Because a head injury is no joke—”

“I’m good, I just need to tough it out.” 

You sat down on Janis' bed, she handed you a granola bar and you unwrapped it so you could eat it, and the ibuprofen then take a nap. “Here.”

“Thank you.”

“Need anything else?”

You silently shook your head. After eating half of the bar, you popped the pill into your mouth and gulped the pill with a swig of water. “If you want to change into something more comfy…I’ve got you covered.”

“It’s okay, Jan. I just want to sleep this off.”

Janis sat next to you, ultimately deciding to lay down next to you. “I’m sorry you’re in pain.” 

“I’ll be okay.” You let out a frustrated sigh, turning to lay on your side. You met her gaze. She caresses your cheek, “It’s okay if you don’t feel good , you know? Don’t have to hide it with me. I wanna help you.”

You exhaled slowly, licking your lips. A painful lump was forming in your throat. You swallowed harshly, “I know, it’s just not easy for me to…ask…for help.”

“That’s alright, I know this feeling. You’re okay. I promise, you’re safe with me.”

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Tasteless

Richie Jeremovich x F!Reader Carmy Berzatto & F!Reader (Platonic) From these August Prompts:  “Tasteless" Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Kissing.

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“Do you remember the first time we met?” The question was one sentence in the flow of conversation as you got out of Richie’s car to walk into the restaurant together. 

It had been weeks now of doing whatever you and Richie were doing. There wasn’t any label on it, no discussion of exclusivity, but you spent a lot of nights over there consecutively staying over and on the nights you didn’t, he stayed with you. You were having fun, whatever that meant. Honestly it was the first time in a while that your relationship–or person you were intimate with wasn’t an issue or causing an issue in your life. And not only that but it was providing you with genuine fun and happiness. Richie was a good time, not only in that way but in the way that he was honest with you, you felt safe with him, not only because you knew he’d protect you or stand up for you but because he never lied to you, you never had to wonder or worry what was going on with him. There was a million more things that made your time with Richie enjoyable and you honestly spent a lot of time thinking about it because, well, it made you happy. Your mind got brought back to the conversation when he spoke. 

“I remember when Carmy brought home some hyper enthusiastic friend.” He teased you as he placed a piece of paper in his mouth before grabbing his jacket to put on over his beef baseball tee. 

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the paper out of his mouth. “My brainstorming is not meant to be treated this way.” 

He adjusted his collar and closed his car door, placing the key in the handle to lock it before catching up with you. 

“I think the first time we met you told me to go fuck myself.” Richie tried to recollect back on the memory. 

“I did, because you were making fun of Carmy.” You nodded in agreeance and grabbed his coffee from him taking a large sip 

“I always made fun of Carmy. And give that back, don’t you have your own?” He reached over and grabbed the cup back from you causing a little to spill and just miss the paper full of all the blends of coffee you were thinking to experiment with. 

“And I always told you to go fuck yourself. Just like now, be careful! These are precious precious ideas!” You handed him back the coffee to protect the paper. 

“You wrote them on the back of a takeout flyer in my bed at 1AM because you couldn’t sleep.” Richie knew you were excited but he grounded you from getting ahead of yourself. 

“Oh yea by the way, happy hour at Elina’s this Thursday.” You flipped the paper over to show him as you walked by the side of the partially renovated restaurant to see Tina in the window cleaning it and offered a quick wave that Richie matched. 

As you both strolled into the restaurant and made your way to the kitchen you saw Carmy moving around the floor that had green tape on it and Gary holding a stopwatch. 

“Morning, fam.” You called out and shrugged your jacket off immediately. 

“OooOoOoOo” Gary called out seeing you and Richie walk in together. 

All you did was shake your head and push him slightly as you approached him, also in a way to tell him to move over so you could sit next to him on the old kitchen workspace. 

“What are we doing?”  You asked, letting your legs dangle back and forth. 

“Mapping out the kitchen for efficiency. Need to do this all in 5 seconds.” Carmy was running his hand through his hair before taking his sweater off. 

“What are we at?” Richie looked over at Gary and you looked over his shoulder at his stopwatch. 

“7 seconds.” Gary said, raising his brows. 

“You’re fucked.” Richie said while you simultaneously offered encouragement. “You can do it.” 

Carmy stared at the both of you while you both stared at each other. 

“I gotta take a fuckin’ break.” Carmy said, shaking his head and moving out to the front. 

“Carm!” You called out and jumped down to follow him through the saloon door. 

“Hm?” He asked and turned around. 

“I’ve got a list of potential blends, and honestly could use a second pair of eyes, like a good pair of eyes, that knows flavor combinations, and I know you’re busy with this and the menu and the whole restaurant so like if you’re busy that’s fine, you know?” It was a long winded statement and you were tripping over your words. When you had told Carmy about how instead of a coffee shop you were going to create your own coffee brand, his reaction surprised you. It brought you back to high school when you two would talk about your dreams and plans. He was happy. Supportive even. You remember him saying it was a great idea. 

“No, yes, let’s do that.” His attitude changed immediately. “Uh, is it tastings or?” 

“No, just want to pick your brain, honestly I could text you the list and you could just send me your thoughts when you can?” You wanted to be aware of his time and the fact that he was weeks to opening. 

“No, we should sit down and talk about it. You’re my best friend, you’ve been here helping me, I wanna help you, especially figuring out the best blends, you know. Um, tonight? We can stay late here and chat through stuff, we could even try some things if you want.” 

“Yea, alright. See you tonight.” You smiled and turned back to the kitchen where everyone was. “Thanks, Carm.” You turned around with your hand on the door to thank your best friend who was pulling his phone out of his pocket and just nodded with a smile. 

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The rest of the day was spent doing odd and end things for the renovation, there was a break where you took the L home to grab a couple things for your plans with Carmy later which is what led you here now. You still had some time before you figured Carmy would be back so you were sitting with Sugar, Richie, Fak, and Sydney discussing the options you had laid out. 

“I don’t know anything about coffee.” Fak said as he swirled around the one blend you had brewed in Sugar’s office as a taster. It was the idea you were excited the most about, you were nicknaming it the Chicago blend. It was the best regular coffee bean you could get your hands on, nothing added just a great fresh coffee bean and you aerated it, twice. It was you playing on The Chicago Bean and ‘The Windy City.” 

Fak took a sip, “I wish it had vanilla.”

“Fak, I love you, but pass the jar to someone else.” You said in a soft tone because you knew how Fak enjoyed his coffee, with enough sugar and vanilla flavored creamer to give a kid a sugar headache. 

Fak handed it over to Sydney who sniffed it and raised her eyebrows impressed by the simple smell and then took a small swig. 

“That’s light. With a smell like that I wasn’t expecting it to be light.” She said and tossed her head side to side. 

“I know, it’s so light that it’s almost tasteless, it needs something. I just don’t know what.” You watched as she passed it to Richie who didn’t hesitate to drink a big chug of it. 

“This is fuckin’ good and strong without having me think I’m drinking something that’s gonna shoot me to the moon.” He was ecstatic in how he was talking. It made you smile. 

“I’m not gonna try it but it smells good.” Sugar had the jar in her hand and was wafting it. “Maybe it’s fine the way it is?” She said tilting her smile up with a shrug. 

“It’ll come to me in time.” You reached your hand out and grabbed the jar back from her. 

“You got a name for it yet?” Syd stood up and asked you. 

“Carmy said something earlier that stuck with me and I don’t even think he realized it.” You said gathering up your stuff, too. 

You thought back to just earlier today when you two made plans. “You’re my best friend, you’ve been here helping me, I wanna help you, especially figuring out the best blends, you know.”

“So I’ve been stuck on the name Coffee Garden right, playing on Chicago’s whole “City in a garden” nickname, this place, it just raised me you know, it’s home. It felt right. But I think I’m gonna add Best Blends to the coffee grinds. Play on best friends, because you know you want the flavors to mix well together.” You explained your logic. 

Syd had a smile on her face understanding where Carmy shone through in your ideating. Now actually, that you were looking around everyone did. 

“Aright, alright, fuck all of you, let’s get back to whatever the fuck we were doing.” You brushed them all off and moved out to the front. 

At some point arguing had started between the group of you, more Sugar and Richie while you and Sydney just added in your two cents when needed and served more as mediators than anything else. 

Carmy’s voice alerted you when he asked what was going on and that’s when you saw her. Claire. You had known Carmy was going to see her again, it was inevitable, it was also a little hypocritical of you to be mad. You knew it was too much to balance, but yet here you were throwing more on his plate with your own stuff, but you couldn’t help but think that that was different. Maybe there was a little best friend privilege there and you knew there was also way more transparency. You knew Sydney needed him for things and you’d never even think of taking him away from that, tonight was the perfect example, you were going to tell Sydney to take as much time as she needed with Carm before you took your own time with him because you knew there was a lot still to be decided on. But with Claire, you knew he wasn’t telling her shit and she was going to be collateral, and while you weren’t sure who was going to pick up her broken pieces, you knew who was going to be picking up Carmy’s. 

Now Carmy was in the mix of yelling as everyone greeted Claire. Sugar first with a hug, followed by Sydney introducing herself while Richie whispered in Carmy’s ear before giving the girl his normal italian greeting all while you just stood there, staring at Carmy in hopes he would read your mind. 

Obviously that was no dice, so you smiled at Claire and moved forward to hug her. 

“Hey Claire.” Your arm moved around her for a brief few seconds as she raised an octave to greet you back. 

As you pulled out of the hug you noticed Richie was trying to make his point about the whole entire reason everyone was arguing and you went to step in until you heard Carmy. 

“Everybody, thank you for today. It was a great day. Go home. Goodnight.” 

You and Sydney practically made the same face. Syd’s was more laughable, her face had a smile on it as she accepted what was happening, her eyes rolled and she was pretty quick to grab her things and leave. Which left you standing there, a little in disbelief as you processed your best friend's words as Richie continued to argue with Carmy. 

“Richie.” You said cutting him off while staring off in a direction before zoning back in and placing your hand on his abdomen, “come on, let’s go.” 

You felt both Claire and Carmy’s eyes fall to your hand that was resting on Richie and then back up to the two of you.

Richie looked down at you and frowned, at first it was because he was frustrated you cut him off but then he saw your face. Your incredibly sad face. That made his own soften and his hand reached out for your shoulder as he instantly realized what was going on. 

“Alright, yea.” He shook his head yes as you both disconnected and you grabbed your things and started to make your way out the front door. 

“Goodnight.” You were barely able to speak up, but knew you couldn’t be in that room with Carmy without a burst of frustration tears coming out so you opted to step out while Richie grabbed his coat, said his goodbyes and was shortly behind you. 

Richie was lighting a cigarette up the minute he was outside and lightly jogged so he was caught up to you as you walked to his car. 

“I’m telling you that kid, he’s so fuckin’ annoying, I’m tryin’ my best here, right? They need amperage and I went to get amperage, but no one appreciates me, I’m tryna fuckin’ help, be proactive, but it’s what was I thinkin’, I think I’m the only one thinkin’!” He kept going on and on and you let him as your own thoughts bounced around in your head. You two were now getting into his car, letting the engine warm up while Richie kept shit talking. 

“And what happened to silverware with Syd and blends with you? Yelling at all of us to get out, like he didn’t just fuck you both over, and me, because he always fucks me over, it doesn’t matter that I’ve been here longer than anyone and know shit about shit, but still no one is showing anyone any fuckin’ respect.” 

“Richie.” You spoke quietly to get his attention, him mentioning what he noticed about you and Carmy grounded you back into reality. It was so different to have someone who noticed that shit and paid attention to how you were feeling. No one had done that before. Sure Carmy and you had years of history where he’d notice things were up and you’d check in but these last years really had none of that. 

Ironically, Richie hadn’t heard you so you said his name a couple more times until he stopped and looked over at you. 

“Thank you.” You said looking at him, straight into his blue eyes. 

There was probably more you could say, more to what you felt but there wasn’t anymore emotional capacity in your brain left to express it so for now, thank you would have to do. 

Richie’s brows slightly frowned as he shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re thankin’ me for, sweetheart.” 

“Just, everything. Thank you.” You tried to explain but after that sentence Richie didn’t need anymore detail, he nodded and opted to lean in and plant a kiss on your lips instead of saying anything else. His hand cupped your face to bring it closer to his as you both leaned over the middle console of his car. His breath tasted like coffee and cigarettes and strangely enough you loved it. 

As he pulled out of the kiss, he left his forehead to rest on yours, “you’re welcome.” 

It made you chuckle and as you did he planted one more peck to your lips before moving to put the car in drive. 

“C’mon, you can get your coffee lab running at my place and I’ll taste whatever you need me to.” He began to head towards his place putting the radio on low to drown out the silence in the car. “And for the record, that shit wasn’t tasteless, I think it just needs something minorly sweet like air rated vanilla or some shit to balance out the lightness.” 

Your head snapped to him, he might have mispronounced the process but he was right. 

“Fuckin’ Fak.” Your voice slipped back to its normal self thinking back to when everyone was in the kitchen. 

You both let out a small laugh. Richie raised his eyebrows and let out the same sentence as you. 

 “Fuckin’ Fak.”