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cevansbrat0007 · 6 months ago

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Witches' Brouhaha

Summary: Ari saves you from a real-life fright on Halloween night...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Drunk/Abusive Asshole, Mildly Racist/Xenophobic Language, Mentions of Domestic Violence, Angry/Protective Ari, Physical Violence, Face Slapping, Wrestling, Manhandling, Oral Sex (Male rec), Cum Swallowing, Allusions to P in V Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“Well, this should be the last of it.” You huff, setting a box of decorations and spare prizes down on the desk in the back of your shop. Wiping your hands on your gown, you turn around just in time to avoid colliding with your friend, Marisol Gonzalez, as she carries in several oversized event posters.

“Sorry! Comin’ through.” She breezes by you, doing her best not to trip over the hem of her dress.

“Just lean them against the wall.” You tell her, stretching your arms above your head. “Yeah, right there is fine.”

Tonight’s Spooktacular Soiree at the local library had been an overwhelming success. You’d co-hosted the event with Marisol, who also happened to be the town librarian. While it was true that she was a couple years younger than you, you two had become fast friends over the past few months. And when she’d pitched this idea to you over coffee at the end of the summer, you’d known immediately that you wanted to be a part of it.

It was a family friendly event, complete with music and games, dancing, a costume contest and, of course, books. Tons and tons of books. Talk about a perfect way to spend your Halloween. And you couldn’t have been more pleased with the turnout.

Which was why, after numerous requests, you were already planning on doing the same thing again next year. Matter of fact, you two are so excited by the prospect, that you’re already discussing ideas when Ari walks in.

“So, word on the street is that tonight was a smashing success.” You immediately perk up at the sound of him joining you in your office. “Not that I expected anything less from the Wicked Witch of the West and Cleopatra.” The handsome bounty hunter tosses a wink your way.

“Actually, I’m dressed as Nefertiti.” Marisol corrects him with a smile.

“My mistake.” He amends before reaching for your hand to press a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Eh, no biggie. I gave up trying to explain it to people about an hour into the party anyway.” She tells him with a shrug. “Hey, chica. Should we go check to make sure we got everything out of your car?”

“Yeah.” You sigh before standing up and offering Ari your chair.

“Need some help, ladies?”

“Nah. We got it.” You reassure him, rising on your toes to kiss his cheek. “Just keep my seat warm for me, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gifts you with a lazy smile as he slides into your chair, crossing his legs at the ankles. "Hurry back now."

After triple checking that you’ve gotten everything out of your vehicle, you and Marisol return to the warmth and comfort of Baubles & Quills. Still riding the high of tonight’s success, you’re actually in the middle of showing off a new display when you hear the chime of your front door opening behind you.

“Sorry, but we’re closed. Come back tomorrow…” The words die on your lips the moment you see who the hell just waltzed into your shop holding a bulging pillowcase.

Although you’re not exactly sure who you were expecting, it was safe to say that this was the last person you wanted to see – especially on a night like tonight. Because standing before you is a man by the name of Dale Edwards.

And it becomes alarmingly clear that he’s drunk as fucking skunk.

“Dale.” You begin, keeping your voice calm and even. “We’re closed right now. I’m afraid you’ll have to come back tomorrow.”

“Hell naw.” The pudgy man slurs. “I–I…drove all the way here to deal with your ass now.” His murky gaze strays over Marisol, as if he just realized that you weren’t alone. “And when I’m done with you, I’ma call immigration on Gaudilupe here. Let ‘em know they might want to stop by for a visit.”

Your mouth falls open in shock as Marisol audibly gasps. Even though she spoke with a hint of an accent, the woman was as much of a citizen as you were. Not that she owed anyone an explanation.

Least of all him.

“Get out or I’m calling the cops.” You threaten, wishing you were standing near your panic button.

“Go ahead.” Dale snarls, spittle flying from his mouth. “And I’ll tell ‘em that I wanna press charges against the bitches who tried to corrupt my daughters by giving them pornography!”

“Now that is an absolute lie, Mr. Edwards!” The sweet librarian exclaims. “You know we would never do something like that.”

“Yeah? Well, I…” He shakes his head in an effort to regroup. “I went through their rooms. Got all the evi–evidence right here.” The man shakes the bag. “And I know you tried it again tonight. With families!” His voice grows louder with each word. “Offering candy like you ain’t just invited 'em to dance with the Devil!”

Oh good God, this was not going well.

“Marisol.” You whisper as you look around for a weapon. “There should be a phone right there next to the register. Grab it and dial 911.”

Unfortunately for you, you make the mistake of taking your eyes off the man for two seconds. Which is why you miss the moment Dale reaches his hand into his bag before chucking the contents in your direction.

Drunk or not, the man proves to have good aim. Which is something you find out the hard way when several pieces of hard candy manage to graze your left cheek, making you scream.

Thankfully, it doesn’t hurt. Much.

Momentarily stunned, all you can do is stare back at him, mouth open, as you try to process what the hell had just happened.

Because had this man really just thrown a fistful of candy at you? At ten o’clock on Halloween night?

“What the actual fuck–?” Is all you can manage before turning your head to look at Marisol’s equally shocked expression.

“Um, Dale…I mean Mr. Edwards…I think it’s time you left now.” The sweet librarian tries, holding the phone tighter to her chest.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He snarls at the same time as one of his pudgy hands grabs ahold of your discount book rack, knocking it over, sending almost two dozen of your precious books crashing to the ground. “In fact, I think it’s high time someone put the fear of God into you two bitch–” Dale falters suddenly, his spine going ramrod straight at the sound of another man’s voice joining the fray.

A voice that belonged to Ari.

In all the commotion, you’d completely forgotten that he was here – peacefully minding his business while he waited for you to join him in the back of your shop.

“Just what in the hell is goin’ on out here?” You find yourself breathing a sigh of relief as your bounty hunter’s deep baritone washes over you like a balm.

“D-Dale was just leaving.” You tell him, sparing a quick glance over your shoulder to offer up a reassuring smile.

“Of course he was.” Ari agrees, jamming his hands into the pockets of jeans. “And as soon as he cleans up his mess, Mr. Edwards can be on his way.”

“I ain’t doin’ shit!” The angry man hisses at the same time as you eek out the nervous “that’s okay”.

However, Ari doesn’t really seem all that in the mood to listen. Not after what he just witnessed before you realized he was standing there. In fact, the only reason he hadn’t already personally introduced this drunken asshole to every goddamned wall in your store was because he didn’t want to cause anymore unnecessary damage.

But that also didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

He’s by your side in seconds, his eyes never once leaving the other male’s disgruntled form as his long legs eat up the space between you.

“You okay, Marisol?” He asks, not bothering to hide the tick in his jaw.

“I–I’m fine, Mr. Levinson.”

“Glad to hear it, darlin’.” The bounty hunter takes a second to roll his shoulders, cracking his neck as he does. “Do me a favor. Take that box to the back and ring Bell’s Creek PD for me, would ya? Tell ‘em we’ve got a buddy here waiting for pick up. Go on, now.” He tacks on the last bit when he notices the young librarian hesitate briefly.

She hustles away with a nod. And although she tries to hide it, Ari doesn’t miss the way her lower lip starts to tremble as she makes her way to safety. Shit sets his teeth on edge. So much so, that he doesn’t speak again until he’s confident she’s out of earshot.

“Gotta be honest, fella, I’m about two seconds from breaking your fuckin’ jaw.”

“It’s okay, Ari. Really.” You try once more, bending your knees so you can begin collecting the candy littering your floor. “I can…I’ll tidy this up.”

“Baby.” The danger laced in his silky tone has you halting your movements almost immediately. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” Once he’s confident he’s gotten your attention, he returns his attention back to the man at the heart of this disruption.

“You know what I hate, Dale?” The man at your side grunts, pushing up the sleeves of his thermal to reveal his brawny forearms.

“This here ain’t none of your business, Levinson.” Your aggressor hisses, spittle flying from his lips. “Hell! This ain’t even your town.”

“Men who act like bullies once they’ve got a little drink in ‘em.” Ari shrugs, continuing on as if he hadn’t spoken. “Especially with women. Really pisses me the fuck off.”

It’s only then that one of his hands goes to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his stormy gaze. While he was almost certain that you weren’t hurt, you knew there was a part of him that needed to see for himself. And although it’s hard, you manage to resist the urge to lean into his touch.

“I run my house, okay? I–” Dale wobbles to the left before finding his balance. “I am the king of my goddamned castle and I don’t want my family readin’ any of the trash these two like to peddle.” He rails, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “Have you seen ‘em, Levinson? We’re talkin’ stories about women openly fornicatin’ with all kinds of creatures! Demons and vampires, an-and werewolves. Why, they might as well be…be…layin’ with dogs!”

“Oh go to hell!” You snort, unable to catch the words before they come tumbling out of your mouth. “You seriously just insulted the entire genre of paranormal romance!”

“Easy, Bird.” Ari murmurs, even as you bristle.

“You and Guadalupe over there are out here promotin’ beastiality. I’ve seen it on the cover of those damned books. The same ones I caught my girls readin’!”

Gritting your teeth, you close your eyes and force yourself to take a deep breath. It’s not like you’d forced those books on his girls, both of whom were 19 and 22 respectively. They were romance novel junkies, just like you. And you couldn’t be more proud that you’d turned them onto authors like Kresley Cole, Jeaniene Frost, and Nalini Singh.

But deep down you also knew there was no use in arguing with this man. All you really wanted was him out of your store so you could finally lock-up and go home.

“Look Dale, you’re drunk. I can see it and I can most definitely smell it.” Your fingers come up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “If you leave now, I promise I won’t press charges.”

Which means your poor wife won’t be stuck bailing you out of jail. Again. Although you’re smart enough to leave that last part unsaid.

“I ain’t leavin’ until I’ve made my point.” Dale grunts, kicking at one of your fallen books. You grimace when you notice the way his boot rips the cover, nearly tearing it in half. “This filth ain’t welcome in my town.”

“Jesus Christ, you moron - the police are already on their fucking way so it’s your goddamned funeral!” You screech, throwing your hands up in the air.

“How ‘bout you shut your whore mouth before I –” Unfortunately for him, Dale doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence.

Moving with a speed that belies his size, you can only watch in what feels like slow motion your bounty hunter strikes. Slapping the other man dead in his mouth with enough force to send him staggering backwards.

“Let that be the last time I hear you disrespect this young lady.” Ari rumbles, the fierce sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. “And her shop.”

“I think you cracked my tooth!” He wails, clutching at his injured jaw. “And all over this bitch and her—ah fuck!” You can’t help but wince when his drunken stream of consciousness is interrupted once more when Ari slaps him in the mouth for yet the second time.

“Now what the fuck did I just say, Dale?” His dark chuckle makes you shiver. “Nope – eyes on me, buddy. There we go.” Your bounty hunter does a quick side step, using his big body to shield you from view.

Feeling a bit dizzy, you lightly grip the back of your man’s shirt as you silently will your pulse to settle down. It had been awhile since you’d seen Ari like this. The last time he’d gotten physical with another man over you had been back at the local tavern. The night you credited with jumpstarting your relationship.

A pained noise escapes Dale’s throat as he takes another step backwards. And then, wouldn’t you know it? That motherfucker has the nerve to spit out a broken tooth. The sound of it hitting your hardwood floor seems to echo throughout the store.

“I reckon you’re gonna want to see a dentist about that.” Comes the lawman’s cheeky response before he turns to you.

Smiling down at you, he’s actually in the middle of instructing you to go check on Marisol when a hard covered tome connects with the side of his head. But to your surprise, Ari doesn’t even so much as flinch.

In fact, he barely reacts at all. At least not until the guy tries to tackle him, sending them both flying and you scrambling out of the way. Any real worry for your man fades when you see him quickly regain the upper hand. He lands a solid blow to the pudgy man’s kidney before pinning him to the floor with a knee in his back, his right arm trussed up in a way that looks mighty uncomfortable.

“Fuck you, asshole!” Dale squeals, belatedly reminding you of a stuck pig. “Fight me…” He wheezes. “Like a–like a man!”

“Dale, if I fought you like a man we’d be callin’ you an ambulance right about now.” Ari snarls before twisting the other man’s arm hard enough to make his bones snap. It only makes the man squeal louder. “Now apologize to my lady for making an absolute ass out of yourself tonight. And it had better be fuckin’ good, or I swear I’m gonna do a hell of a lot worse than a bruised kidney and dislocated shoulder.”

Seeing your man like this, acting so protective and possessive over you and your shopwas doing funny things to those damned butterflies in your belly. Although you liked to think that you were more than capable of handling yourself, knowing that you had a man in your life who wouldn’t think twice about defending your honor made you feel so unbelievably loved and cherished.

It also made you wet as fuck.

As your thoughts take an increasingly naughty turn, you get so caught up in the heat pooling between your thighs that you almost miss what’s transpiring in front of you. Key word: almost.

“I don’t think she heard you, Dale.” You watch as the man continues to thrash in Ari’s hold, his pathetic mewls of pain falling on deaf ears. “How bout you try that again?”

“I’m sorry!”

Covering your mouth with your hand, all you can do is nod. Seconds later, flashing red and blue lights capture your attention as two squad cars pull into your parking lot.

Frankly, it was about damn time.

You’re so grateful when Deputy Milton and another officer come waltzing through your front door. Just as Marisol makes her way back into your lobby.

Milton frowns the moment he catches sight of her. While you had suspected that he might have a thing for the young librarian, his reaction only seemed to confirm it. Because you honestly couldn’t remember the last time you saw him angry before today.

“We got a call about a disturbance?” The Deputy surveys the scene, his frown growing more pronounced at the sight of the books and candy strewn across the ground. “Would you happen to know anything about that, Dale?”

His response comes out muffled. Not that it really matters any.

“I already informed Mr. Edwards that you boys would be more than happy to escort him back to the station.” Comes Ari’s gruff reply. “As soon as he cleans up his mess.”

“You know, I think the owner of this establishment would really appreciate that.” Milton cheekily turns to the officer at his side. “Right, Elkins?”

“I reckon it’s the only gentlemanly thing to do.” Officer Elkins pauses to wave at Marisol before continuing. “Ms. Gonzalez mentioned something about you both being assaulted. Would either of you ladies like press charges?”

You both shake your head no. If anything, you were pretty sure that Marisol wanted this whole nightmare to be over the same as you.

“Alright. Guess that makes today your lucky day, then. Huh, Dale?” The officer hauls the man to his feet once Ari releases him. “Now, I’d get to cleanin’ if I was you. I’m anxious to get back to the supper I left behind at the station.”

“You can’t be…” The man sucks in a harsh breath. “That guy just broke my tooth and you expect me to…to…”

“Clean up your mess?” Milton helpfully supplies. “Absolutely.” All three men chime at the same time.

“And when you’re done, we’ll escort you to your room. I’ll let you know right now that it ain’t the Marriott, but I suppose it’s better than the cold, hard ground.” The deputy muses with a shrug. “Mariam kicked you out after this latest episode. Can’t say I blame her after what you did to her face.”

“Oh my God.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around Ari’s trim waist. “Is she okay?”

“Eh.” Milton casts a sideways glare at Dale, silently warning him that he better get a move-on. Or else. “She walked away from tonight with a couple stitches. And possibly one hell of a wake-up call.”

You decide you’re better off remaining silent as haggard-looking Dale Edwards begins collecting the books he’d upended. And you remain that way even as he begins haphazardly stacking them back on the shelf.

Which was fine. You’d simply fix it tomorrow.

Next he moves to pick the candy he’d thrown at you. A soft sigh escapes you when you feel your man’s warm, lightly calloused palm come to rest on the back of your neck, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

The entire process takes a little longer than it should, but given that the man is obviously inebriated, nobody sees fit to complain.

Eventually, the task is complete. And a defeated Dale is led away in cuffs before being placed in the back of Elkins’ squad car.

Good riddance.

And when you offer to give Marisol a ride home, you’re not the least bit surprised you’re intercepted by Milton, who eagerly agrees to escort the traumatized woman home. They’re out the door a few moments later, leaving you alone with Ari.

“Well shit.” He chuckles, his hand coming up to gently massage his shoulder as he watches you secure the lock. “That was…somethin’.”

Instead of agreeing, you silently turn to face him, your hands resting on your hips. After all of that commotion, you had just one thing on your mind. And you weren’t going to let this man out of your store until you got it.

“It probably wouldn’t hurt to break out the vacuum, Duchess. I can go grab it if you–”

You cut him off a look before grabbing a fistful of his shirt, tugging his head down to your level to capture his lips in a kiss. Swallowing his surprised gasp, you can’t help the moan of appreciation you let out when he grabs your ass – hauling you even closer to his muscled body.

“Fuck that.” You hiss, nipping at his plump bottom lip. “Don’t wanna vacuum.” Needing to taste more of him, you ultimately abandon his mouth in favor of kissing your way along his bearded jaw.

He’d made a man bleed for you tonight. And words simply could not express just how horny that made you.

“Oh yeah?” One of his large hands winds its way into your curls, wrenching your head back so that he can take control. “Then what do you want?” His eager tongue sweeps past your lips to dance with yours as he grinds his rapidly hardening cock against your belly.

“You.” Comes your heated growl as you force him backwards. “I want you.”

Ari doesn’t protest when his back collides against the wall, or when you all but rip the shirt from his body. In fact, he fucking loves it. Although he might not be sure exactly what he did to make you act so goddamned feral, he’ll be damned before you ever hear him complain.

“I’m right here, baby.”

“Need more.” You hardly recognize the sound of your own voice.

A wave of pure feminine satisfaction courses through you when you feel his big body shudder beneath your touch, his soft groan of pleasure driving you even closer to the brink. You rain sweet, hot kisses down the hard expanse of his chest, only pausing your ministrations long enough to give into the temptation to bite his left nipple, before continuing to move lower.

Right now, you were a woman on a mission. And nothing was going to stop you from reaching your intended destination. His turbulent blue eyes darken as they follow the path of your nails gliding along the ridges of his abs, causing goosebumps to rise across his tanned skin.

“Thank you for always protecting me.”

“Fuck! Always.” He grits out through clenched teeth.

Raw hunger fills you the moment you finally reach the fastening of his jeans. You quickly undo the buttons before dropping to your knees to undo the zipper of his fly with your teeth, making your intentions clear.

“Is this what you want, baby?” Your bounty hunter rasps, tangling his fingers in your hair once again. “This what you need right now?”

Meeting his gaze, you nod. Tonight, this man had unlocked something primal inside of you. And at this moment you wanted the taste of this man on your tongue more than anything. It takes you no time to free his impressive member from the confines of his pants before shoving them down his hair covered thighs.

Later, you might allow yourself to be embarrassed by the sound of appreciation the bubbles it’s way past your lips. But not tonight. Refusing to break eye contact, you wrap a hand around his girth as your head dips to lap up a salty bead of precum. A familiar warmth pools in your belly as your core spasms with need.

Ari’s chin tips back on a groan when you draw him into your mouth at the same time as you begin working him up and down with your hand. His fingers dig into your scalp as he spurs you on, loving the little noises you make as you greedily suck him off.

“That’s it, baby. My good fuckin’ girl.”

Emboldened by his response, you increase your pace, hollowing your cheeks with every bob of your head. It’s damn near impossible to take all of him – he was much too big. But you’d been practicing.

Thankfully, your bounty hunter had proven to be a patient man. He never complained whenever you decided you wanted to practice.

You’re rewarded for your efforts when you feel your man’s hips begin to move in time with your rhythm, damn near choking you in the process. But Ari doesn’t stop. Your pretty little mouth feels too goddamned good right now for him to even dream of it.

“Ah shit, Duchess.” He chuckles when you gag around him for the second time. “I know you love it like this. My girl loves chokin’ on my fat dick. Don’t you?” You try to respond as your eyes begin to water, your mascara running down your cheeks.

“Mmph!” Your free hand moves to cup his heavy sac, kneading and massaging as you continue to devour him. And then your mouth moves lower, briefly sucking on his balls in a move that has him rocking back on his heels. In response, Ari readjusts his grip on your curls, forcing himself deeper down your throat. Having anticipated this, you do your damndest to control your response by breathing through your nose.

It works like a charm.

“Fuck, baby.” His eyes roll back in his head as his impending orgasm threatens to overtake him. “Keep–keep me–oh fuck!”

And you were determined to take it all. You were gonna swallow him down like he was your favorite treat. Because let’s be honest, you’d come to crave him just as much as he craved you.

“Cum, Beast.” You purr, swirling your tongue around the plump mushroom head. Once. Twice. “Fucking cum for me.” You allow the wet heat of your mouth to engulf him once more, not missing the way his body begins to tremble beneath you.

He continues to thrust, his breathing becoming more labored as his movements grow increasingly erratic. He was so close. So goddamned close. You knew it. And so did he.

‘Give it to me, baby.” You beg between deep, ragged breaths, no longer caring about how desperate you sound. “Gag me. Make me choke on it.” Your thighs clench together as the heady thrum of pleasure dances along your skin.

And as Ari always liked to say, your wish was his command.

“FUCK!” He roars as he rears back, forcing you to take him to the hilt as jet after jet of his seed pumps its way down your throat.

Once again you’re forced to rely on breathing through your nose until he’s finished, making a show of swallowing him down. And then you lick your lips, not wanting to miss a drop of your man’s salty goodness.

Like the good girl you are, you remain on your knees as you patiently wait for him to recover. You knew without having to check that your panties were positively ruined. That came as no surprise.

“Happy Halloween, Beast.” You murmur, nuzzling your nose against his still half-hard cock.

“Oh yeah.” He responds with a quiet chuckle before gently cupping your chin. “You sure you’re okay, little Bird?” Your eyes flutter closed as he smooths the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Yeah.” You find yourself leaning into his touch, feeling safer and more protected than ever before.

“Good.”

You watch as he rests his head against the wall, his big body now fully relaxed. But you’re not done with this man yet. Not by a long shot. Which is why you don’t bother trying to hide the impish grin that spreads across your features as you reach for his dick once more.

“But I bet I’ll be even better once you fuck me.”

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thewulf · 2 years ago

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I'm All In Darlin' || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - Hi! Reading one of your fic got me this idea: hangman x reader, she isn't a pilot, maybe a paramedic or nurse or something like this. She goes to the hard deck because her best friend works there on the weekends and she became friends with the daggers... Read Rest Here

A/N: Love me some Jake as always. Changed up the ending a little bit. Very fluffy. Thank you anon!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 2.4k +

“Hi Jake.” You hummed setting your glass down next to him on the high-top he and a few other Daggers were already occupying.

He gave you a once over as you slid into the bar seat next to him. Quirking an eyebrow up he sat up a bit straighter in his seat while turning towards you ever so slightly, “No scrubs today?” Jake asked seeing you in your nicer clothes. You’d been a nurse ever since you graduated college. You’d met your best friend Emily at the hospital not too much longer after that.

Nodding your head your took a drink from the beer, “Yeah, Emily convinced me to look nice for once. I have to admit though, jeans suck compared to scrubs.” You answered him once you took a drink and pointed towards your friend who was snuggled up to her ‘not-boyfriend’ Javy. While your roommate tried to deny the situationship you couldn’t deny seeing the man at your shared apartment every other night.

Jake grinned, “I like your scrubs. Not that I don’t like that outfit either. But you look cute in scrubs.” He rambled on as you smiled at him. The relationship between the two of you was… complicated to say the least. You weren’t the hookup type and Jake wasn’t really a relationship type. As much as you adored him you couldn’t put yourself through that knowing how much jealousy would rip apart the very friendship you’d already loved and adored with the man.

“Thanks Jake.” Your cheeks burned every so slightly with the look he was giving you, pure adoration. God, you wanted everything and more with this man. You’d grown to love him over the month and half long friendship you’d harbored with him. He was everything and more that you wanted in a man. It left you wondering what fucked up past relationship made him so allusive to a commitment. You’d prayed deep down it was some sort of defense mechanism and that maybe just maybe one day you’d have a chance with the man. But even you knew you couldn’t wait for forever.

He nodded, “You look cute tonight too.”

Your already there smile widened as you took in his sweet words, “You’re being awfully nice right now.”

He shrugged, “You know I don’t lie darlin’.”

“In that case, thank you Jake.” Your eyes traced over his face as he nodded once more at you. His eyes drew over your shoulder seeing a group of men pointing in your general direction. You noticed Jake’s own eyes darken as he moved to the other side of you, shielding you from the view of the men at the bar.

Clueless to his actions you gave him a confused glance once he settled down on the other side of you.

He sighed, “Group of Army boys visiting from Virginia. Some joint training exercise with another squadron on base. They’re not the best company.” You knew he wanted to say more but bit his tongue.

“Noted.”

He stood from his seat clearly still unsettled, “Come on, let’s sit outside. It’s a nice night out anyway.” He held out his hand for you to take. Without a second thought you took his hand in yours and let him lead the way. Both of you so stuck in your own little world that you didn’t notice the snickers from his own squadron mates.

When Emily saw that the both of you had in fact left the bar she turned to the group, “So, how do we get them together?”

“Pot calling the kettle black.” Natasha smirked eyeing how Emily was practically in Javy’s lap.

Em shook her head, “Not about me right now. It’s about those two idiots.”

Fanboy’s eyes lit up as he jutted in, “Make her jealous? Classic case of having Jake bring a girl here or something? That always works.”

Javy shook his head, “Not with Y/N it won’t.

Natasha smirked even further, “Been spending a lot time over at Y/N and Emily’s place huh? That how you know so much about her?” She challenged.

Javy shrugged, “Like Em said, not about us. It’s about them right now.”

Nat just shook her head, “Whatever. I agree with him though. That’s a stupid plan Mickey. This isn’t a movie.”

He shrugged, “You come up with a plan then.”

Nat sighed, “Just give them some time. They’ll figure it out. Not like either of them have eyes for anybody else.”

Em nodded, “So, stay the hell out of it?”

Nat grinned, “For now.”

You’d arrived back at the Hard Deck the next Friday for your usual routine of flirting with Jake until Penny shut the bar down. It had become a welcomed Friday tradition, the two of you getting lost in each other’s conversation.

When you scanned the usual location for Jake you frowned when you couldn’t spot the blonde hair you’d become so accustomed too. Reluctantly, you sat down next to Emily. Your eyes didn’t stop scanning the crowd to see if

“Seresin isn’t here.” Mickey spoke up seeing you still searching for the man.

Your frown only deepened, “Oh, no?”

He leaned forward whispering into your ear, “No, on a date with some pretty blonde girl or something like that. Saw him walking her to his car earlier for dinner.” You could tell Fanboy was feeling a little more sloshed than he normally was for a Friday outing with the squad.

“Oh.” Your eyes looked in every direction but at him, “Good to know, I guess.”

You didn’t notice Javy and Em sneaking side glances at your ongoing whispered conversation with the pilot. But he knew something wasn’t right seeing your face go from annoyed to upset in a matter of seconds. It dawned on him almost immediately that Mickey set to motion his very stupid, very idiotic plan.

“Y/N. What kind of beer do you want tonight?” Javy spoke up after seeing your downcast eyes.

You forced a smile on your face knowing you needed to think of a fix to your situation quick, “I’m actually feeling kinda shitty. Think I’m just going to head home for the night. I’ll see you later Em?”

She nodded, “You sure? I can order some food?”

You shook your head, “Positive. Just need to lie down for a while.”

“Alright. Call me if you need anything.” She gave your hand a quick squeeze letting you know she was there for you. She always was.

You nodded, “I’ll see you guys later.” You waved before rushing out the door not wanting to explain the oncoming tears. Jake on a date? Jake on a date with a pretty blonde girl? Fuck, you were fucked. You thought you had at least some exclusion with him. But why would you think that? You were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. No matter how badly you begged him for just a little bit more. No matter how damn obvious you made it seem. It wasn’t going to happen, and you had to just accept it.

While you were letting yourself mope in bed for the night Jake and his sister, the pretty blonde, made their way to the Hard Deck. He’d talked you up the entire night, not being able to wait to introduce the two of you. So, when he walked in and didn’t spot you with the group Javy pulled him to the side explaining what had happened.

“He what?” Jake asked quickly, afraid he might have lost you in all the ground he’d been gaining with you over the last month. Jake had decided quickly once he met you that he was going to pursue you. You were everything that he wanted in a partner, just as you thought of him. Kind, sweet, caring and beyond sharp. Jake couldn’t help but to fall just as helplessly in love with you too. He was just taking it slow. He wasn’t going to spook you. No, he was going to do it right with you.

Javy nodded slowly, “It was a stupid idea. He was just trying to help the two of you. He wasn’t trying to fuck it all up.” Javy defended his overly intoxicated friend as best as he could.

Jake noticed his sister looking down probably feeling uncomfortable, “It’s fine, just tell her the truth when you see her next yeah?”

He grabbed his sisters elbow, “This isn’t going to plan.”

“Did I mess it all up?” She frowned clearly overhearing the conversation between the two men.

“No, it’s just stupid pilot shit.” Jake sighed sitting down, “She’s not picking up though. She always picks up.”

“Text her the truth. Let her be for the night and try again tomorrow. That’s all you can do. Give her some space.” Jake’s sister always leveled him out. Always made sense of the madness he always seemed to be in a state of.

Jake nodded, “You’re right.”

She grinned, “Always am.”

Jake knocked softly on your apartment door hoping you were home, and he could desperately explain the situation. A miscommunication that was all. He was head over heels for you and only you.

Jake’s relief of the door opening vanished when he saw Emily on the other side, “Jake. This is a surprise.”

“You know what happened?” He asked your roommate.

She nodded, “We told Mickey not to. He was drunk.”

“Is Y/N alright?” Jake asked peering in to see if you were awake.

“Define alright… She’s in her room. Came out for some food earlier.”

Jake frowned, “Can I see her?”

Emily stood there for a brief moment contemplating the options before stepping aside and inviting Jake in, “Just, be kind.”

Jake nodded heading right to your room, “Always.”

He knocked softly once he reached the other side. He waited a moment before knocking again.

“I’m fine Em.” He heard your

“Not Em.” Jake replied sending you straight out of bed.

“Jake?” You asked walking over to the door completely forgetting how you looked, like a troll who hasn’t seen the sunlight in days. Nevertheless, you opened your door spotting the blonde boy you loved so dearly giving you the most desperate look.

“Hey darlin’.” He gave you the best smile he could knowing the situation unfolding beneath him against his best wishes.

“Hey.” You looked him over quickly before looking back towards the ground.

Jake didn’t want to waste a second, “That was my sister. She came to surprise me. I swear it wasn’t some random girl.” He grabbed at your hand seeing the hurt look in your eyes.

You nodded, “I heard.”

“You heard? Why didn’t you text me back?” He asked gently. He wasn’t mad, no. He just wanted to understand. Understand you and why you were hurting.

You took a second before looking back up at him, “I don’t know… I guess I was just embarrassed.” It wasn’t easy for you to admit but here you were. Looking like a troll and bearing your damn soul to the man you loved.

Jake shook his head, “Don’t be darlin’. Can I tell you something?” He asked hoping you’d look back up at him.

And you did, “Yeah?”

“You not texting me back or calling? That scared the hell out of me. I knew how much you meant to me before but the thought of losing you…” He paused trying to find the right words, “I can’t bear the thought of that Y/N. I need you in my life. I adore you. God, what I’m trying to say is I like you. More than a friend. And I understand if you don’t believe me. My reputation isn’t the greatest.” He laughed it off as best he could, “But I’m all in on you darlin’. I’m all in.”

You looked back up to him with the widest set of eyes, “You like me?”

He smiled sweetly at you in your disheveled state. You were cute, as always. As messed up as it was it warmed his heart slightly at the thought of you being so torn up at the thought of him just going on a date.

“I like you a lot. A whole lot, sweetheart.” He nodded taking both your hands in his, rubbing the backs of path your hands with his.

Your grin slowed his anxious heart just a little, “Seems like we have a good problem on our hands Jake. One that’s easily solvable.” You smiled that genuine smile right back up at him, “I like you too. A whole lot.” You stepped forward letting your body rest near his.

“I’ll offer a solution.” He watched you closely as your cheeks warmed up under his intense gaze.

“Which is?” You asked all too curiously playing into the game.

He continued watching you under that lustful gaze that had you squirming, “Me taking you out tonight. A nice restaurant and a walk on the beach after? You get to look pretty, and I can put on my finest suit. Call it a date?”

The blush that spread through your cheeks made Jake’s knees a little wobbly. You had no damn clue the effect you really had on him.

“You really want to? With me?” You asked letting your insecurity get the better of you.

“Darlin’, there’s nothing else I’d rather due. And only with you.”

You grinned nodding your head, “It’s a date then.”

“I’ll see you tonight. Pick you up at 6. Can’t wait to see you.” He bent down giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

As he turned around to walk out you called out to stop him, “Jake?”

“Yeah sweetheart?” He turned giving you one last look.

“Will you kiss me?”

He smiled nodding his head at the same time, “Of course, tonight. After the best date of your life. When you’re sure of it. 100% sure of it.” He leaned against the doorframe watching you with that hungry look in his eye once more.

Now it was your chance to be a little bolder, “What if I told you I was already 100% sure of it?” Your eyes flicked down to his lips before meeting his gaze once more.

“Well, in that case.” He grinned taking three large steps back to you.

He took your head in his hands looking down at your face, “You’re sure?”

“Never been surer.” You nodded as best as you could. Cheeks heating under the intimacy of the moment.

Before he kissed you he mumbled, “You’re so beautiful.” Letting you know you were in this one for the long haul. Jake was your endgame. You could just feel it.

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yunhoszn · 1 year ago

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(this is user sourkimchi pls don’t perceive me on main lmao)

i saw another user post this abt this hongjoong fit and it’s been living in my head rent free…

as a fellow asian rave bisexual.. i need a fic for this concept 🫣

(not so) alcohol-free

PAIRING kim hongjoong x f!reader

WORD COUNT 3.46k

GENRES fluff?﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, clubbing scene, reader feels self conscious, mentions of alcohol, strangers to lovers?, ummmmm hardly any plot tbh half of the wc is porn, couch sex, little bit of foreplay (vaginal fingering), some marking here and there i think, cowgirl position, missionary, protected sex, allusions to multiple rounds of unprotected sex, not beta’d or proofread bc we rawdog this shit like men

SUMMARY notorious for canceling plans at the last minute, you finally let your friends drag you out for a night at the club. however, a chance encounter with the prettiest man you’ve ever seen has the night turning to something unexpected.

MORE AAAAAAND i finally finished my first request LOLLLLL here u go yves!! i kinda strayed away from the main idea bc i wanted to make it my own, but i hope this meets ur expectations <3

@atzhouse

You had a natural affinity for canceling plans at the last minute. You’re not sure why, especially because you always get an awful case of FOMO every time you do. It’s your own fault that you feel left out when your friends get together without you.

No matter how far in advance you plan for the event, you somehow still find a way to lose your motivation to go. You haven’t properly hung out with your friend group in months, so when they start talking about clubbing tonight, you immediately say yes.

At first, you think you’ll change your mind an hour later, since it’s only an afternoon’s notice. But when you realize your friends will be here to pick you up in thirty minutes and you’re finishing your makeup, you nearly jump for joy. You successfully stuck it out for once.

Even as you’re sandwiched between Wooyoung and Mingi in the backseat, San in the drivers’ seat and his girlfriend in the passenger, you’re still shocked that this is your reality. You’re actually dolled up and you’re actually on your way to a club right now.

“Y/N, do you remember the signal if someone hits on me?”

“Wooyoung, no one’s hitting on you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Mingi. It could happen.”

You snort, pulling your skirt down a little. “Woo, we should come up with a signal for if I get hit on.”

“Yeah, Y/N’s more likely to get laid than you are even though she’s bitchless, too.” Mingi nods, adjusting his sunglasses. (You have no idea why he’s wearing sunglasses at 10 PM.)

“Kill your—”

“We’re here!” San announces, effectively putting a pin in any argument that was about to begin. As long as your friendship with the males spanned, he’s always been the mediator. You’ve known the three of them dating all the way back to high school, lumped in the same homeroom your freshman year. The four of you sat in the same general vicinity and got grouped together for a project once and you’ve been inseparable ever since.

You know you look hot, Wooyoung wolf-whistling at you the moment you started walking towards the car, but you still feel a bit insecure. It probably has everything to do with the fact that you don’t go out much and you’re self-conscious as is. Stepping into the crowded club, a scene that could only be compared to a sardine can, has you shrinking in on yourself.

Instinctively, you tug on the hem of your skirt to attempt to cover your ass a little more. Then you wrap your arms around your midriff, though your cleavage leaves pretty much nothing to the imagination. You swallow thickly as your trail behind your friends, like a lost puppy with its tail between its legs.

This is why you always back out of plans. You feel so out of place, like you don’t fit in even when people try to include you. It feels like everyone’s staring at you, waiting for one wrong move so they can point and laugh like you were the butt of some sort of weird joke. You’re ready to go home.

“Are you okay?” Mingi asks once you’ve settled at an empty high table just a few feet from the dance floor. Through his stupid sunglasses, you can make out the concern on his features.

“Yeah, I think so,” your lips purse, arms hugging yourself tighter. “I just haven’t been out in so long. I feel… like I shouldn’t be here or something. I’ll be fine. I hope.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, but doesn’t ask any more questions, instead turning to San and his girlfriend who were about to make a trip to the bar. Your poison for the night is simple, a plain margarita that’ll ease your nerves more than anything else. You weren’t much of a beer person, often opting for fruitier, sweeter drinks in comparison to your male counterparts. (When you do go out with them, that is.)

Wooyoung and Mingi fall into a heated discussion about who knows what, leaving you to become a third wheel while you wait for the couple to come back with your drinks. You people-watch to pass the time, chewing on the inside of your lip, your eyes flitting around the club like some kind of guilty criminal. Almost immediately, they land on a guy in the middle of the dance floor.

He’s hypnotizing, body fluidly moving to the song the DJ’s playing and matching the energy of his friend standing next to him, two girls in front of and facing them. His dark hair falls into his eyes slightly, though parted and styled damn near perfectly. He’s dressed in a black tweed jacket, a white button up left open enough to reveal a couple necklaces resting on his sternum, some ripped jeans, and black boots. But none of that is what caught your attention.

You’re entranced by his smile, its brightness and how fucking pretty he looks wearing it. You caught the tail-end of something his friend said that made him laugh, and you feel yourself being pulled in deeper and deeper without a single conversation with him. Too bad he seems unavailable.

“Woah, N/N, might wanna wipe your chin,” Wooyoung teases, a stupid smirk on his face that you want to punch away. “I think you’re drooling a little.”

Mingi howls with laughter, falling onto the table to support himself. He clutches at his stomach as it cramps up from how hard he’s laughing. It wasn’t even that funny. You roll your eyes.

“Shut up, Wooyo.”

“Who are you even staring at?” He inquires, resting his elbows on the high top surface, his chin placed on his hands. He blinks at you expectantly, like he’s not letting you off the hook. You avoid his gaze, simultaneously ensuring that you don’t look in the attractive stranger’s general direction either. This all felt so elementary.

“None of your business.” You murmur, ducking your head. Thankfully, San and his girlfriend return to the table with your drinks perfectly timed, and the topic is dropped completely.

The first sip of your margarita is damn near heavenly, the alcohol flowing through your system smoothly and calming that storm waging in your mind. It’s not too strong, just enough that another couple drinks would inebriate you entirely. It aids with the anxiety of being in such a packed space, but that feeling of not belonging still sits inside your chest.

You can’t help but look for the stranger again, who’s no longer on the dance floor. Now he’s on the other side of the club at another high table. His friend is still with him, but the girls from before are nowhere to be found. You focus on his hands and the chunky rings on his fingers, the way he holds his beer bottle, the way his free hand runs through his hair. Your tongue twirls around the straw in your glass out of habit, enthralled by this man who has yet to give you the time of day.

Except when you glance up to admire his face, you discover that he’s already looking back at you. He’s nodding along to his friend’s words, but his eyes are zeroed in on you, a different kind of smile playing on his lips. Your features fall slightly from being caught red handed, cheeks warming up significantly. You aren’t sure what’s more embarrassing, caught gawking at a stranger by your own friend or by the stranger himself. Truly, the universe was out to get you.

You down the rest of your margarita and excuse yourself to go to the restroom, needing a second to gather your bearings. Your skin is flushed and you have to hold your cheeks between your palms as you psych yourself up in the mirror. Why should you feel ashamed of thinking someone’s hot? You were only human. Besides, you looked good, too.

When you exit the restroom, you’re shocked to see the stranger walking out of the men’s restroom at the same time. Your eyes are wide and your body freezes. He gives you that smile from before, ruffling his hair as if this interaction wasn’t difficult enough.

“I was hoping I’d bump into you,” he says, unabashedly drinking in your figure. “It’s not everyday someone as gorgeous as you crosses my path.”

So he’s a flirt. Noted.

“I could say the same,” you manage to get out, though your palms are already clamming up. “If fleeting glances across a dance floor count as crossing paths.”

He laughs and you swear it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard. A couple girls come into the hallway, and you maneuver so they can go into the women’s restroom. His hand comes to rest on your lower back when your balance wavers slightly.

“I’m Hongjoong, by the way,” he introduces himself since he’s in such close proximity to you now. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Yeah, sure,” you nod, too distracted by how much prettier he is only inches away from you. “I’d like that.”

Hongjoong leads you to the bar, a gentle hand wrapped around your wrist so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd. He orders himself a beer and turns to you to ask what you’re having. While waiting for the bartender to whip up your drinks, he strikes up a conversation.

“Are you gonna tell me your name?”

You scratch the back of your neck sheepishly. “Oh yeah, sorry… It’s Y/N.”

He repeats it, like he’s testing out the taste in his mouth. The smile that graces his features afterwards says all you need to know. It has butterflies flapping around rampantly in the pit of your stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of you. He thanks the bartender seconds later when he slides your margarita and his beer bottle across the bar.

“So, Y/N, what brings you out tonight?” He takes a swig from his bottle, one arm leaning onto the surface of the bar. God, the things you would do to him if given the chance…

“Catching up with my friends,” you answer honestly, baby-sipping your margarita through the straw. “I don’t really go out much, because I’m really bad when it comes to canceling plans at the last minute.”

“Should I consider myself lucky then?” Hongjoong quirks a brow, licking his lower lip. If men had anything, it was the audacity. And this man had the audacity to do everything in his power to lure you in with his good looks and charisma.

“I’ll have you know that this is a one of a kind, once in a lifetime opportunity,” you play along, stirring the slowly-melting ice cubes around your glass. “You’re a very fortunate man.”

“Yeah?” He laughs again and you think you might faint right here and now. He looks off to the other side of the club and then back at you. “I think Prince Charming over there is looking for you.”

He points at the table where your friends are, and you find that Wooyoung is glancing around in search of something, or someone. Namely you. It’s most likely because you went to the restroom and then never returned. He’ll live.

“Wooyoung? Nah, he’s just being a good friend. I raised him right,” you turn back to him, sipping at your drink leisurely. “Now where were we? Something about you being lucky?”

“Hwa, I’ll— shit— I’ll have to call you back,” Hongjoong forces out, promptly hanging up so he can focus on putting you in your place. You’re like a damn leech, lips attached to his neck, marking the supple skin like it was your job. Your hands paw at the button of his jeans, your lower half grinding down on his lap. “So fucking impatient. Can’t even wait until I’m off the phone?”

“Want you too bad, Joong,” you pout, slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt, his jacket lost somewhere near the front door. He groans when the nickname falls from your mouth. You had no idea how sexy you were.

The two of you were so insatiable, you couldn’t even make it to the bedroom, collapsing on his couch. You hardly had the mind to message your friends to let them know your whereabouts. His hands hold your ass firmly, halting you from any further teasing. You whine, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. Your nails drag down his toned abdomen, enjoying the way it tenses beneath your touch. After all he’s put you through tonight, you think you at least deserve a bit of payback. Just a bit.

“Are you too antsy to make it through foreplay?” He coos and presses a quick kiss to your lips, trailing a few along your jawline. Your eyes flutter shut with a hum and a nod. It was true. If he didn’t fuck you soon, you feared you might go insane.

“I need you inside me already,” you whine, trying to spread your legs and create more friction downstairs. He chuckles at how desperate you are, how touch starved you must be considering you don’t get out much. It fuels his pride knowing he’s the only one to see you like this, to have you like this, for the first time in who knows how long. If he’s successful, maybe he’ll be the only one ever.

Hongjoong bunches your skirt around your waist, sneaking a hand between your bodies to rub tight, gentle circles into your clothed clit. A blissful sigh escapes you, your forehead dropping to his shoulder. The cocky smile you’ve grown to adore over the course of the night decorates his lips at how quickly he has you falling apart at his fingertips.

His middle and ring digits push your underwear to the side, sliding down your slit to prod at your entrance. He nips at the base of your throat, working his way up to the spot behind your ear. Your sighs grow into whimpers, squirming around on his lap when he applies pressure to your cunt with the pad of his middle finger.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he mutters into your skin, shivers running down your spine from the low register he uses. He circles his digit around your hole, not quite giving you what you need. “You weren’t kidding about how bad you wanted me.”

You’re about to quip back, but then he’s inserting a finger and rubbing your clit with his thumb. You gasp, biting down on his collarbone to ground yourself. As much as you would love to sit here and let him finger you until sunrise, you have bigger priorities. “Mmm, Joong, please… Fuck me, please…”

He kisses his teeth, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He supposes he can satiate your hunger, though he really wanted to take his time with you. “Do you think you can be still while I put the condom on?”

You pull back and nod enthusiastically, sitting on your haunches slightly, fingers locked behind his neck. “I’ll be so good, I promise. I just need you, like, now.”

All he can do is laugh, and you melt into a puddle in his arms. You’ve concluded that smile of his would quite honestly be the death of you. He removes his fingers from your pussy, instead squeezing your hip before helping you onto the couch cushion beside him. You rest on your knees as he unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off, swiftly grabbing his wallet out of his pocket and plucking a condom from it. In the same breath, he’s taking off his underwear and tugging you back on top of him.

He places the foil packet between his teeth so he can quickly aid you in the discarding of your panties. Now that your cunt is bare, you can feel the heat of his cock and it’s so hypnotic. Your eyes can barely stay open as you watch him tear open the condom packet and roll it on. He’s the perfect thickness and the perfect length, and you feel so special straddling his lap right now.

Hongjoong kisses you softly, gripping your waist so he can guide you to sit on his cock. The first breach of your entrance has a shaky exhale leaving your lips against his own. You stay like that for a second so you can adjust to the feel of him inside of you, the fullness in your lower half, and overall just how fucking good it feels. He grins when you slowly start bouncing up and down, his dick thrusting in and out under you.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” He pecks your cheek, moving downward and reaching behind your back to untie your halter top. It slips off of you with ease, revealing your tits to him.

“So good, Joong… Feels so good,” you arch into him, whining and moaning every time he brushes that crook in your cunt that has you seeing stars. He peppers kisses all over your chest and sternum, scraping his teeth along the skin of your breast. You whimper, nails sinking into his back and your toes curling. You’re completely aware of what’s going on, but those two margaritas have to be contributing to the pleasure swirling in your abdomen.

“Yeah? You’re taking me so fucking well,” His eyebrows knit together when you switch your pace, sitting on him fully and letting his cock fill you for a couple seconds. In reality, your knees were starting to ache and get tired, something he recognizes instantly because he was so attentive.

His hand holds the small of your back and he flips you so you’re in missionary on the couch now without skipping a beat. The change in position allows for a change in angle, his dick dragging against your velvety walls deliciously. Your sounds grow in volume, scratching his back when he pushes one of your knees to your chest.

You weren’t anticipating to end up here at the end of the night, but you don’t think you could dare complain. While a majority of this night felt like a fever dream, you feel a high that’s never taken over you before.

Hongjoong’s hair falls into his eyes as he glances down at where your bodies meet, his cock disappearing inside of you and then sliding out with ease. You intertwine your fingers behind his head, pulling him down so you can connect your lips in a fervent, passionate kiss. That familiar summit is within view now, your hand nudging his own to your clit so you can inch closer towards it.

His thumb swipes side to side on the sensitive bundle of nerves, never once breaking your kiss. There’s so much stimulation going on for you, you’re starting to feel dizzy. In a good way. He’s gentle in a way that’s still rough enough to knock the daylights out of you and the juxtaposition makes the moment all the more enjoyable.

“‘M so close, Joong,” you arch off the sofa in an attempt to be closer to him, to sandwich yourself between him and the couch.

His thrusts become faster and more calculated, but he doesn’t break the focus on your clit. His efforts come to fruition and he mumbles words of encouragement for you as you finally reach that boiling point. A strangled moan falls from your mouth and you spread your legs to suck him in further.

The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls following your climax is almost too much for him and he has to pull out. Your eyes are half lidded, nimble fingers rolling off the condom. He fucks his fist until he’s painting the area between your tits with his cum.

The two of you don’t move right away, regaining your composure. He leans down to kiss you sweetly, and then repeats the action all over your face until you’re a giggly mess. This is probably the best sex you’ve ever had in your life, and part of you doesn’t want to go home— whether that be later or tomorrow morning.

“Do you have the energy to go again, or should I go grab a warm washcloth to clean you up?” He raises an eyebrow at you, indicating that he’s just joking but he’s totally down if you are. You laugh, running your fingers through his hair.

“If you give me a minute, I’m all set to do that again,” you start, resting your eyes for a second. “You don’t have to worry about a condom this time. I kinda wanna feel you raw.”

Hongjoong laughs in disbelief, glancing away from you and then letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder. “What have I gotten myself into…”

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hvnlygrl · 25 days ago

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⌞ REANIMATION ⌝

જ⁀➴ pairing | tweener apolskis x reader

જ⁀➴ word count | 6.7k

જ⁀➴ warnings | follows the story of his prison break era so if you haven’t watched it’s a spoiler!! death, ANGST, heartbreak, back and forth with tweener, mentions of cuts/bruises, mention of murderers and rapists in jail (allusion to rape in prison), some fluff (i’m not a total monster). lmk if i forgot any

જ⁀➴ synopsis | tweener was your one true love. but life kept getting in the way of your relationship while simultaneously finding a way to bring you back together. or, the 5 times you kissed and the one time he couldn’t kiss you back.

જ⁀➴ notes | okay this was supposed to be a blurb but i got a little carried away!

જ⁀➴ april 17th | april blurb queue

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as fast as tweener appeared into your life he disappeared. you were used to it, more than used to it, it was your routine with him. but this was different.

the first time you kissed david, you were barely sixteen. he was seventeen with big green eyes and a smile that would daze an entire room. he was your first kiss at charlotte’s diner on your first date. he kissed you like he loved you, which, though he had no idea at the time, he did.

you met him in one of your classes, instantly enamored by him. he introduced himself as tweener, laughing as you tried to pry his real name out of him. you tried for weeks, finally finding out under the bleachers at the homecoming game as the two of you shared a joint.

"seriously," you raised a curious brow as you passed the joint to him, "what is it? i know for a fact your mom and dad didn't name you tweener."

"you really wanna know that bad?" he smirked at you before taking a puff, your heart fluttering in your stomach at the sight. god, he was beautiful. the way the smoke trailed slowly up his face, the way he let it flow from his lips.

"yeah," you smirk back, big doe eyes gazing up at him as a smile crept onto your lips. "i do."

"fine," he huffed jokingly, "gimme a kiss and i'll tell you what it is."

"a kiss? seriously?" you'd be lying if you said you didn't wanna kiss him as soon as you met him. "you do this to all the girls?"

his cheeks flushed red at that, "nah," shaking his head as he began wringing his hands, confidence slightly depleted. "just you, sweetheart. i don't know what it is about you, but i figured i'd shoot my shot."

"fine," you mimicked his response from before, "i'll give you a kiss."

his smirk returned as he leaned closer to you, eyes closed and lips puckered. you leaned in, eyes mostly closed but open just enough to dodge his lips at the last second and peck his cheek. "i'm not that easy, apolskis. hand it over."

tweener laughs at that, shaking his head before looking back at you and extending the hand holding the joint, "yea, i should've figured that one, huh?"

"yep," you smile triumphantly then take a couple puffs. "now, what's your name?"

"my name is david." he has no idea why he's telling you this, considering he only met you at a little over a month ago. the two of you had been texting back and forth ever since, though. he had to admit, only to himself, that he was developing serious feelings for you.

"david," you repeat softly, loving the way the name falls from your lips. "i like that."

"yea?" he raises his brows at you, "what are you doin' tomorrow night?"

"it depends."

"on what?"

"if you're asking me on a date or not," you feel the warmth filling your chest, the butterflies in your stomach as the saliva in your mouth dissipates almost instantly.

"it depends." he mimics you this time.

"on what?"

"if you'd say yes or not."

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the second time you kissed david was two years later. this time, you were eighteen and him nineteen. you’d been graduated for a few months and he was working as a busboy at a local restaurant. after that date with him, the two of you went steady for about a year before your family up and moved to st. louis, and the two of you just trailed off. never truly ending it, but never really continuing it. you wanted to try long-distance but the fights got in the way and the change in setting, friends, school, clubs, all of it— it was like you had absolutely nothing in common anymore. so the mental distance grew and the two of you just faded until the calls stopped coming and the texts turned into being left on read.

you were back in chicago visiting some old friends for one of their birthdays. part of you, in the back of your mind, prayed that you'd see him again, get some form of closure on the whole thing. the rest of you hoped that he was onto bigger and better things than chicago.

the restaurant your friend janie wanted to go to for her birthday dinner was one that you grew up loving. charlotte's diner was a local delicacy, a little hole-in-the-wall diner that had the best onion rings and burgers you'd ever had. it was retro on the inside, with the old 60's style bench seats and tables, lots of old photos and records on the wall and even an old-fashioned working jukebox that you could pop a quarter into and listen to music from, your favorite part about it as a child.

charlotte's was also the restaurant david took you to for your first official date. the nostalgia was nearly debilitating, your mind trailing back to dinners with your family in the corner booth, dancing on your dad's shoes at six years old, studying with friends at the bar, and the most saddening— your date with david.

he was such a gentleman that entire night, you recall fondly. he held the door for you, paid for your meal, he even showed up with flowers. the two of you stayed there for hours, until charlotte came out and kicked you out at nearly 2 AM so they could close up.

snapping you from your thoughts, janie smacks your arm, "what are you getting?"

"uh," you go to look at the menu before realizing that you would probably just get the same thing you always get. "double cheeseburger with onion rings. it's my go-to."

she nods at that, scanning over the menu that she also had committed to memory. "i want something different than normal," she hums, chewing at her cheeks. "i might do chili cheese fries."

"those are really good too," you nod, your other friends chirping in their orders and thoughts on the subject.

the waitress comes to the table, her name tag reading jordyn in a bubbly handwriting with little stars and smiley faces splattered across the open space. each of you tell her your orders and she walks to the back of house to let the kitchen know.

you fish out a few quarters from your purse before heading to the jukebox. joan jett, madonna, elvis, and other classic 70's and 80's hits fill the music archive. you flip through the slides searching for something specific.

you smile softly upon finding it; all out of love by air supply. the memories flood back even more, your mind now overtaken by the sound of david's horrible singing and your giggling. he insisted on playing the song every time the two of you went to charlotte's, swearing that it was exactly how he felt about you.

the song fills the quaint diner, the sound of air supply's melancholic voice overtaking the sounds of dishes clanking and clacking from the back of house.

david exits the back through one of the sets of swinging kitchen doors. he's got headphones plugged into his phone, one earbud in and the other one tucked into the top of his shirt. he's clearing off tables, as he's done a thousand times over.

then he hears it. air supply. more specifically, though, the song he can't listen to at all without getting choked up.

he thought he'd spend the rest of his life with you, then your family moved and it was like all his hopes and dreams came crashing down around him.

then he thought about it; nobody plays that song here. nobody listens to that song in this day and age.

so, with his heart pounding in his throat, he turns and scans the room. his eyes go wide, almost as if he'd seen a ghost appear on the other side of the diner.

he watches you intently for a moment, watches as you stand over the juke box, unmoving as if you're trapped in a trance and he knows. he knows exactly what's going through your mind in that moment because it's going through his too.

he musters up the courage to go over to you after a few moments, knowing that he needs to do it now before you go and sit back down with your friends.

david makes his way over to you, bus tub in hand, gnawing at the insides of his lips. what should he even say to you? what will you say to him? he's petrified, honestly, trying desperately to figure out what to say to you.

then you turn your head, as if you felt his presence, your own eyes going wide and your waterline filling slowly. “holy shit,” you breathe out, gulping softly as you notice him. “david?”

“hey, sweetheart,” he flashes you that smile, the one that you’ve thought about nearly daily since you moved away. this time, though, it's more melancholic, doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

the girls at the table are watching the two of you intently, not quite close enough to hear the conversation but they’ve got an idea of what’s going on. janie feels your pain and confusion from across the diner, knowing each and every part of the relationship since the beginning as your best friend. she’s heard nothing but david this and david that since you moved away.

you stand there, unmoving as you take in the sight of him. he’s still as gorgeous as ever, his hair freshly cut and his jawline somehow sharper than before. he looks as though he’s been working out, his biceps popping through the tight-fitting work shirt.

“it’s good to see you,” he utters softly, completely unsure of himself. “how, uh, how have you been?”

“good,” you nod, “really good. what about you? you look great.”

“i’ve been a’ight,” he shrugs, gesturing around himself, “still here, so not much i can really do these days, but i been makin’ it.”

“i’m here with janie and the girls for her birthday, but, we should get together before i leave, okay?” your heart aches at the fact that you have to end the conversation.

“yea, we should,” he nods immediately, smiling more at that, “i get off at 10 if that’s not too late for you, i know you got an early bedtime.”

you laugh at the fact that he remembers that, “never too late for you, davey.”

he picks up on the double meaning behind your words, his gut clenching at the nickname he hasn’t heard in two years. “great.”

“great,” you echo, a soft smile gracing your face. “see you tonight.”

“see you tonight, sweetheart.”

throughout the dinner and for the rest of the night, david was all you could think about. every time he came out to bus a table, the two of you locked eyes, your heart jumping each and every time. he’d flash a smile at you and a wink and you’d grin and turn away, just like old times.

by the time it finally reached 10, you were back at the diner, sitting in your old favorite booth in the corner, doodling in your notebook. he slides into the booth next to you around 10:05.

“sorry i’m late,” he smiles at you, “charlotte needed me to clean a few things in the back before she’d let me clock out.”

“no worries,” you smile back, “you wanna get out of here?”

he nods before sliding out of the booth, holding his hand out for you just like he used to.

you grab his hand, letting him lead you out of the diner to his truck. “you still have this thing?”

“hey, don’t diss my baby,” he holds his arms out defensively, “she’s never let me down.”

“what about that time it was pouring and we were trapped outside the movie theater?”

“that was one time!”

the two of you burst into laughter as you slide into the bench seat of the truck. he leaves it turned off, just allowing you to talk in peace.

“never thought i’d see you again,” he mutters softly after a moment of silence.

“same,” you hum back, “i’m glad i did though, i uh, i’m really sorry for the way it all went down.”

“none of that was your fault, sweetheart, don’t let that get to you,” he brushes it off, letting his arm fall over your shoulder. “i’m just glad you’re back.”

“me too, davey,” you relish the feeling of his arm around you, allowing yourself to let your weight fall into his side. “god, i missed you.”

he could cry at that statement, “me too, baby, me too.”

you turn your head up toward him, not entirely sure of where the boost of confidence came from, and kiss him. the feeling of your lips against his after so long has your head reeling, his hands falling into place cupping your jaw and the back of your head. it’s so intense, so full of love even after all this time.

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the third time you kissed david was in fox river. after your reunion in chicago, you spent the night together before you went back to missouri. you cried the entire way home, angry at the universe for forcing you apart again, angry at your parents for taking you away in the first place, angry at yourself for not being able to let him go.

after about six months, you began feeling better about the situation, and came to grips with the fact that there was nothing else you could do. you went about your life, got a job at the library near campus and spent most of your shifts drawing.

you couldn’t help that half of your doodles were the bits and pieces of david and your relationship with him that you had, he was your inspiration. he had been your inspiration since the first time you saw him. jukeboxes and little miniature doodles of his side profile and his truck and other moments and trinkets you shared with him over time filled the pages of your notebook.

when you heard the news of his arrest and his conviction and sentence to fox river you sobbed for days. you couldn’t comprehend how he could’ve been sent to prison six months after you saw him. couldn’t understand what was so bad about his life that he had to commit grand larceny. you didn’t even know what that meant until you looked it up, either, so you were almost sure he didn’t either.

you went to fox river, went to visit him, to find out the truth and figure out how to get over him. maybe this was how you’d be able to end it once and for all.

the prison was dimly lit and smelled like mildew. it held an air of depression and anger, pieces of all of its prisoner’s, both past and present, spirits trapped within its walls. guards led you to the visiting room. since it was a non-violent crime, he was able to sit at a table with you.

david’s head perked up at the sound of bellick’s voice. “tweener, y’got a visitor!”

he was confused, unsure of who could possibly be visiting him in prison. he got up from his cot, turned his back to bellick and held his hands behind him so brad could hook the cuffs on his wrists. he kept his guard up, face stone cold as he traversed down the corridors to the visiting room. his mind was reeling, desperately trying to figure out who the visitor could be before he got there. maybe his mom? nah, most likely not. and definitely not his dad since he hadn’t seen the man since he was fourteen. couldn’t be his lawyer, he already came the day before.

he was truly stumped.

not once did it ever occur to him that it could’ve been you.

david freezes in the doorway at the sight of you. sitting at the cold metal table, picking at your cuticles quickly and violently as your hands tremble with anxiety. you’d never been in a prison before, never even knew anyone who’d been arrested.

bellick gave him a sharp shove after removing the cuffs from his wrists. “go on, tweener. you got five minutes.”

your head snaps over toward the use of david’s old nickname. your heart shatters at the sight of him. he looks so small in this place, so young compared to everyone else. and he is, he’s not even old enough to buy a beer yet and he’s surrounded by murderers and other horrible people, who’ve done all types of unspeakable crimes. monsters.

a lamb trapped in the lion’s den.

“y/n?” he whispers as he sits at the table. “what are you- how did you know where i was?”

“janie sent me the article,” you reply quietly. “what are you doing here, david? what did you do?”

“listen to me, baby,” he pleads.

“don’t.” you snap back sharply, he flinches. “don’t call me that.”

he shrinks at your response. it’s like he can’t even look at you without wanting to puke. he puts his hands atop the table, grasping each other as he takes a deep breath. “it’s not what you think, i swear it. i’m not a criminal, i’m not— i don’t belong here.”

you scoff wryly at that, “grand larceny? that sounds pretty fucking bad, david.”

“alls i did was steal a damn baseball card from jt’s dad,” his eyes are full of despair as he lifts his head to look up at you. “look, i’m telling you the truth bab—y/n, i mean it. we were going through his dad’s old box of baseball cards and i-i didn’t think he’d even notice it was gone, but he did. then i get pulled over and next thing i know i'm in here with murderers and rapists and i,” he breathes out shakily, “i’m so scared all the time, my bunkie—- he’s, uh, well let’s just say he’s one of the ones i just mentioned.”

your stomach churns at that, and at the bruises and cuts you notice on his features. his lips cracked and slightly scabbed over, his eyes sunken in from lack of sleep and his jaws and cheekbones littered with nearly healed cuts and bruises.

“what did they do to you?” you whisper in horror.

“i can’t,” he shakes his head, looking away from you to bellick who flashes him a peace sign, signaling that he has 2 minutes left. “i don’t got much time left, please, i really don’t wanna spend it talking about me, aight?”

your shoulders drop with defeat, the cold resolve you walked in with melting and transforming to despair as you see him in this fragile state, a shell of himself—of the man you love. of the man you fell in love with. “okay, davey.”

you watch his lip tremble for a moment before he takes a sharp breath, letting out a breathless laugh. “i’m happy you’re here, seriously you have no idea how good it is to see your beautiful face, baby, but i don’t want you coming back here ever again, you got me?”

“but—“

“no.”

“okay,” you nod again, eyes filling with tears as you lean toward him, “i love you, david. i always have, i always will. i just need you to know that, okay?”

his face contorts in pain, biting harshly at his lip to contain the emotion threatening to burst out of him. “i love you, baby, i never stopped.”

you lean in, taking a risk that you know might get you in trouble but you don’t care, you can’t leave without it.

your lips clash against his, his hands coming up to grip your face desperately like a man starving. the kiss lasts all of three seconds before bellick appears behind him, cussing and hollering about not touching the prisoners.

you flinch at the use of the word at david. prisoner. he’s just a kid, you want to retort angrily, but you hold your tongue.

tears flow freely down your cheeks as you watch bellick return the cuffs to david’s wrists behind his back. “i love you,” he mouths silently at you, giving you his signature wink, his expression cold yet full of emotion that only you can notice. “don’t come back here, y/n.”

by the time you make it back to your car, you’re inconsolable. ugly, hot tears flow down your face and into your mouth as you pant, nearly on the edge of a panic attack. you grip at your shirt and your jeans, feeling far too tight all of a sudden and crank the a/c to the coldest setting.

you try to self-soothe, turning the radio on to drown out the utter despair you feel, the pain only amplifying as all out of love flows through the speakers of your shitty old 4-runner.

the tears only stream harder and faster now. you know you should change the station, or at least turn the radio off, but you can’t. it’s as if the stupid cheesy song from the 80’s is all you have left of the man you thought you would marry one day.

and at this point, it is all you have left of him.

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the fourth time you kissed david was in colorado.

you had just gotten off work at the library in st. louis, making your way to your car at the back of the building.

it wasn’t the first time today you felt as though you were being watched, the eerie sensation causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand at attention, your breaths sharp and shallow as you speed-walk through the dim parking lot.

the battery in your key fob was dead, one of the mundane tasks you’ve been telling yourself to complete for months, one of the many that’s gotten swept under the rug and added to tomorrow’s list too many times.

by the time you make it to your car, your hands are shaking with fear and stress as you struggle to unlock the driver’s door of the 4-runner. the key jams in the lock of the door, an issue that had been occurring for months on and off.

in the reflection of the window, you see someone approaching, only causing you to tremble more as you cuss at the key, your heart pounding in your throat. your other hand reaches into your bag, gripping the handle of the knife david gifted you years ago. it was your favorite color, with your initials carved into the mahogany handle. he gave it to you after dropping your old one into the chicago river on accident while on an attempt at a picnic date. you didn’t mind at the time, especially since getting the new one from him, with that much thought put into it, was much more special anyway.

you feel hands around your mouth and arms before you even have time to react, a scream caught in your throat as you begin thrashing desperately.

then you hear it. him. that voice you know all too well.

“y/n, stop, stop it’s okay,” he soothes softly, head scanning the area. “it’s me.”

you stop fighting him and begin to calm down as he lets you go. you turn to face him, eyes wide in shock, your pupils still blown with the adrenaline of everything.

“david?”

“shh!” he keeps looking around him, making sure nobody else is outside or even parked in the lot. he’s got a baseball cap on with a jacket, the brim pulled low on his face. though most of it is captured within the hat, you can tell he’s got a buzz cut. “listen, i need your help. i didn’t know where else to go.”

“i can't,” you gape at him, in complete awe at the man standing in front of you for so many reasons. “david, you’re a fugitive. you broke out of prison i can’t be seen with you. i-i want to have a life—i can’t get dragged into this, i’m sorry.”

“no listen,” he pleads, “i wouldn’t be here if i had anywhere else to go. i just need to get to utah, aight? then i’m outta your hair forever i swear to god, i am. i’ll die if i don't get there as soon as possible, y/n. i can’t do this alone and i can't trust anyone but you, baby.”

you sigh deeply, simply staring at him for a moment. “why utah?”

“i can’t tell you,” he shakes his head.

“then no deal,” you shrug, “i’m not driving you 20 hours across the country with no idea where we’re heading or why utah is so damn important.”

david hesitates for a moment as if he’s weighing his options— options he doesn’t have. “there’s $5 million buried on a ranch in utah and i’m gonna get it. i’m giving you half and i’m using the rest to get me out of the states and a whole new identity.”

you have no words to reply to that, simply blinking at him as you try to process it.

“like i said, out of your hair as soon as i get it.”

the entire thing seemed much too good to be true. “what’s the catch, here?”

“there’s seven other people trying to go get it too.”

you sigh heavily, eyes closed tightly with a mixture of aggravation and sadness. “get in the car.”

“wha—seriously?”

“get in the car, david,” you repeat, much firmer the second time as you begin climbing into the vehicle.

he does as he’s told, clips his seatbelt in and leans his seat back slightly. “you just gotta get me to utah and then i’m outta your hair. i promise you that, sweetheart. i’ll send you the money as soon as i can and you won’t ever have to think about me or worry about me ever again, aight?”

you drive in silence for a while, unresponsive to his ramblings as you think. about his words, about your situation, about the money, about the others that escaped with him that might beat you there — then what?

“no,” you shake your head after a few beats of silence.

“no?”

“i’m not just taking you to utah,” you won’t look at him, the anger consuming all the atoms in your body in this very moment, “david. i haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day that i met you in mr. washburn’s class. do you remember that?”

“of course i remember that.” it’s soft spoken, almost as if a child were being berated by their parent.

“i’ve been in love with you for three years now damn near,” you let out a harsh scoff, “dreamt about you, about us and a future that i wanted more than anything. that i still want. and i know it’s not all your fault, but prison, david? escaping prison?!”

he flinches at the shrillness of your tone, “you don’t understand, y/n, i was gonna die in there. i’d have killed myself if i didn’t make it out soon.”

a tear slides down your cheek at that. “i know. i saw it all over your face when i went to fox river to visit you,” you pause for a beat, gnawing at the insides of your cheeks anxiously, “which is why i'm helping you until the end. i’m helping you, and i’m coming with you.”

“what?”

“out of the states, i’m coming with you.”

“y/n, no, i can’t let you do that. i-i can’t let you get hurt because of me.”

“that’s not your choice to make, i’m coming with you and i’m making damn sure you live to see the end of this, okay? that’s the deal or i’m stopping the car and you can get to utah your damn self, you got it?”

he pinches the bridge of his nose, taking deep breaths as he takes in your words. “aight fine.”

“good, glad we’re on the same page,” you give him a soft smile as you keep driving.

after about twelve hours on the road, you stop at a motel in watkins, colorado. it’s around 8 in the morning, and you go to the front desk alone to rent out a room for the day.

the plan was to sleep through the daylight hours and leave after sundown in hopes that would be enough for him to go undetected.

you return a few minutes later and enter the room by yourself, leaving the door unlocked for him. he waits a few beats before heading in, the brim on his hat pulled as low as he could get it.

once he makes it into the room, he locks the deadbolt and chain behind him, fastening the curtains closed as tight as he can get them.

he lets out a deep breath of relief as he sits on the edge of the bed. you stand near him, finally giving yourself a moment to take in the sight of the man in front of you.

david looks up at you, big green eyes wide and full of admiration for the woman in front of him, and full of regret for dragging you into this mess.

you move to stand between his legs, leaning down to cup his face in your hands. “did i ever tell you how gorgeous you are?”

he lets out a laugh at your question, arms wrapping around your back and pulling you in closer. “did i ever tell you how much i love you?”

you nod, leaning down as you kiss him. this time it’s not desperate, but full of all of the things you wish you could’ve said to each other over the years. all of the regrets and the what if’s flowing between your lips wordlessly.

after a few minutes, you pull away, “okay, go take a shower, then we can get some sleep and head out tonight.”

he nods, giving you one more peck on the lips before heading into the bathroom.

david’s in the shower when you hear the knock on the door. your heart in your throat, you move to check the peephole. it’s a cop, his cruiser parked outside the motel.

did he see you? did he see david? does he know?

you take a deep breath before opening the door, “hi, officer! what can i do for you?”

the water in the bathroom turned off before you opened the door, so you made sure to say the first part loud enough for david to hear but not so loud that it was odd.

“hello, miss,” he greets you with a kind smile, “all the police departments in the area have been tasked with being sure these images get out to the public and seeing if we can gather any leads about where these fugitives may be. can i show you some images?”

“sure thing,” you close the door behind you as you step out onto the front porch area of the motel, “my little sister just got out the shower and she has a tendency to forget her clothes in the room, so i don’t want her to freak out when she sees you,” you explain naturally, letting out a soft laugh.

“of course,” he nods, seemingly unaware that one of the fugitives he’s about to show you is on the other side of that door. he hands you a stack of seven pictures, “let me know if you’ve seen any of these men the last few days or so.” mentally, you’ve already begun preparing yourself to see david’s mugshot and not react.

though you kept a stone face for the cop as you said, “no, sir, i haven’t seen any of these guys in my life,” you couldn’t help the way your stomach twisted at the image of david, eyes full of fear as he stood in that place. it’s like your mom always used to say, the eyes don’t lie.

the officer thanked you for your time before moving on to the next room. you made sure to enter through the smallest crack in the door you could possibly fit through, and locked it behind you.

“what was that?” david questions from the doorway of the bathroom, fully dressed and eyes blown with anxiety.

“he was showing me the mugshots of all the guys that escaped,” you explained quietly, “wanted to know if i’d seen any of them around.”

david lets out a deep sigh as he rubs his hands over his face roughly. “god, all of this is so fucked.”

“hey, it’s gonna be okay,” you move toward him, putting your hands on his shoulders gently, “we’re gonna figure it out and when we do, we’ll be $5 million richer.”

he scans your face, almost as if he’s committing it to memory, then gives you another kiss. this time, full of desperation. he pulls away, pulling you close as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. you were sure he could suffocate you with how tight he was holding you, but you didn’t care.

after a few long moments of standing like that, he pulls away, “go get cleaned up, sweetheart, so we can get some rest, aight?”

you nod, giving him a sweet smile as you make your way to the bathroom.

once inside, he rummages through your purse for your notebook and favorite pen. tears stream down his cheeks at the drawings and poems littering the pages.

drawings of him, his truck, the house you grew up in. his old dog, rusty. his necklace and rings all sketched out in different ways all over the place. little poems about him and the two of you and the despair that rang through your soul daily at the way things had to end.

he hates that he’s about to be the reason for more pages like this.

he takes the pen, opens the spiral bound notebook to the last page and flips the cover around the back. he writes, in his unique, nearly graffiti-like handwriting;

i’m sorry. i can’t let you get hurt. i love you more than life itself, please go home. you gotta let me go.

— D

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the fifth time you kissed david was on the front porch of your own home.

after david left you in that motel room, you spent days in bed. it felt as if life was playing some cruel, cruel trick on you. you had no idea what to do, no way to contact him or even know if he was alive. no way to know what was going on in his head or get a proper goodbye, even.

you had no energy, none to draw or write, only to cry and lie there as if there was no purpose anymore. you had him, and you lost him. again and again and again— the story of your life with david apolskis.

you’re making lunch, a chicken and dumpling soup that your mom taught you how to make a while back. it’s simple, but a classic that somehow always makes you feel even the slightest bit better.

your dog starts barking at the window, and you’re sure it’s just the mailman or somebody walking their own dog in front of the house. but ringo is relentless, growing more and more agitated as whatever it is gets closer.

you turn the burner on the stove to the lowest setting and stir the pot one last time before heading toward the window to see what’s causing all the commotion. a knock rattles the front door before you even make it to the window.

upon opening the door, you gasp, eyes wide and agony written across your expression.

“davey?”

“i don’t got much time, aight?” he starts. he’s drenched in sweat and he’s got a scabbed-over gash across the side of his head. “i had to tell you somethin. what you did for me back at the motel, i’ll never forget that. i’ll never forget you. you’ve been the love of my life since i met you, y/n. i’m sorry it all went down this way but i love you.” he moves toward you, grabs your face and kisses you.

you don’t have time to react, you barely have time to kiss him back before feds are on your doorstep.

“i’ll be writing you, baby,” he’s smiling as he puts his hands on his head. “i love you, don't you forget that.”

you’re sobbing as you stand, motionless in the doorway of your own home. you watch as they cuff him.

“i’ll write you, sweetheart,” he flashes you that damn wink and you feel as though you can’t breathe. you drop to your knees, sobs flowing freely from your throat as you watch them drag him down your sidewalk and to unmarked black SUVs, skirting away.

you make eye contact with one of the agents, the one that seems to be in charge of the operation. he flashes you a quarter of a smile as he watches you break down in the threshold.

he moves toward you, stopping on the top step of the porch. “listen, kid,” he begins.

“get off my porch,” you choke out, looking up at him with red eyes before pulling yourself up.

“do yourself a favor and let him go,” he finishes, walking back to his car and leaving without saying another word.

you force yourself back into the house, flop down on the couch, and scream at the top of your lungs into the couch cushions. ringo’s by your side, licking and nudging you in an attempt to give you some sort of comfort.

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the last time you kissed david was in chicago.

eight months after he showed up on your doorstep, you found out his location. janie sent it to you, along with a long message about finding peace and getting back to your own life. you didn’t reply, simply liked the message and saved the address for a different day, a day that you could muster up the courage to go and visit.

and today, the day of his birthday, was that day. you felt like you owed it to him — to yourself to go and tell him everything you never had the time to before.

the drive is in silence, a bouquet of blue and yellow flowers rests in your passenger seat, david’s favorite colors. you wear the same outfit you wore on your first date to charlotte’s all those years ago.

you park on the side of some gravel road, sneakers crunching against the rocks as you make your way to david. tears are already streaming by the time you see him.

he’s beautiful. a picture of him from his senior year of high school embedded permanently into a marble headstone

david “tweener” apolskis.

until we meet again.

“hi, davey,” you sit on the grass in front of the stone, placing the flowers you brought into the little built-in holder at the bottom of the marble. ”happy birthday, baby.”

you let out a soft sob, “god, i wish you were here right now. i wish you could give me another hug or a kiss or something.”

your fingers trace over the carvings in the marble repeatedly. “i miss you, man. i miss all of it.”

you wipe at your face with the inside of your shirt, the sun beaming down on you harshly.

“i feel like i don’t know what i'm doing anymore. i wish you could be here, i wish we could’ve got the money and made it out of this hellhole and had our little life together. i should’ve been there for you.” you wished you could snap your fingers and reanimate him, bring him back to life like how they do on all those stupid sci-fi shows he used to make you watch with him.

your mind flashes images of him, like little movie reels floating through your head. him laughing and smiling, playing basketball, the two of you dancing and hugging and kissing. all of it, your entire lives together, reduced simply to memories.

after nearly two hours at the grave, you finally stood, tears streaming but no more sobs emitting past your lips.

you leaned down and kissed the top of the stone.

“until we meet again, my love.”

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daisyvisions · 2 years ago

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Return The Favor (Pt.2)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆ Pairing: Best Friend! Sangyeon x Fem! reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆ Synopsis: After fulfilling a favor for your best friend, you're both left to wonder if it was even a good idea to begin with...

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆ Word Count: 1.7K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆ Warnings: 18+ only (minors dni), mutual pining, neck kissing (again), clit rubbing, cum tasting, ass grabbing, allusions to sex, pet names (sweetheart)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆ A/N: Finally, it's out after 6 months 😭 sorry to everyone who was waiting for this part. I was caught up with requests at the time and scrapped maybe 3 versions of this because it just wasn't hitting right.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆ Read Part 1 here!

“This isn’t gonna get weird, right? I mean, nothing's gonna get weird between us?”

Those were the words that kept replaying in Sangyeon's mind the moment you left his apartment. He was too focused on staring at the marks you just left on him through the mirror that he didn't notice how much time had passed.

The tip of his fingers lightly grazed the sensitive skin of each mark, reminding him of your soft, warm lips on him just moments earlier. The thought was enough to get his cock twitching again.

He never should have asked you for this favor… because now all he wants is more.

But is it natural to feel this way about a friend, especially when you asked them to give you something like this? Who wouldn't be turned on?

And it was definitely normal to start thinking about what your lips would feel like pressed against his, or what else could've happened if only that damn alarm didn't interrupt the two of you.

The thought of his hands guiding your hips to roll your core against his erection, the small and cute whimpers you could've made for him. The way you might've called out his name so sweetly and asked for more.

And maybe he would've been able to give you everything you wanted then and there, to make you feel good the way you deserved it. The way you always deserved it.

No. He can't. Not when your friendship is on the line.

It was just a favor, right? No harm, no foul. All he needed was to take a nice shower and get a good night's rest, and maybe the thought of you in his arms would fade away like a passing thought.

Yeah, just a passing thought.

Lunch the next day couldn't have gotten any weirder for the both of you. It was already bad enough that you had to do that thing for Sangyeon yesterday, but now? It felt like you couldn't breathe around him.

Was it because you could see the fresh marks you'd given him on his neck in broad daylight? Or the fact he couldn't keep proper eye contact with you? Maybe you were just overthinking it.

Of course, it was natural for him to moan like that when you were sucking on his neck like a damn vampire or squeezing your hips because you decided to lick his skin too. Wouldn't you moan too if he did that to you? It's nothing special at all.

And if you thought you were feeling incredibly awkward, you wouldn't believe the shit that was going on in Sangyeon's mind right now. The whole time while you were talking, all he could do was stare at your lips.

The thought of your intimate moment together replaying in his mind was enough for him to be placed in a trance. All the things he thought that could've happened if it went further…

“Sangyeon?” He suddenly snapped out of his daze when he heard you.

“Did you hear what I just said?” you questioned him.

“Uh… no?” giving you a bashful smile. You let out a deep sigh before giggling softly.

Sangyeon's heart nearly leapt out of his chest from your sweet sound. Did you always sound this sweet when you laughed?

“I said, are we still on for tonight? Sunwoo's birthday celebration at the bar? Remember?” you repeated yourself.

“Oh, yeah yeah of course!” he replied.

“Great. Pick me up at 7?” you flashed him doe eyes that made his heart pound once more.

“Sounds good.” He smiled at you, trying his best to conceal the blush creeping up on his cheeks.

He quickly stood up and took your bag before you had time to reach for it.

“C'mon. I'll walk you to your next class.”

Sangyeon had arrived at your place earlier than expected. You were in the middle of putting on your makeup and fixing your hair when you heard the doorbell.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I know we're gonna be late. Just give me a moment.” You panicked as you quickly walked back to your room, not noticing how hot Sangyeon looked right now with his all-black attire.

His polo was buttoned enough that you could still see his chest, while his sleeves were rolled up, and he was wearing his signature chain and combed-back hair. He chuckled, seeing you in this frazzled state, and followed you back to your room.

Sangyeon had been sitting down at the edge of your bed while waiting for you to get changed in the bathroom. As soon as you stepped out, he felt like his eyes had fallen out of his skull.

The way the material of the dress accentuated your figure so perfectly. He had to hold back a groan the moment he laid eyes on you. The room suddenly felt hotter than it was moments ago.

Was it normal to feel this way about his best friend? Definitely not. Especially when all he wanted to do was to rip that dress apart and worship your body with his kisses. Oh, how he wished you could just sit on his face at this very mome-

“Sangyeon, can you help zip the back, please?” you asked him.

“O-oh yeah, sure.” he stuttered as he immediately got up from the bed to rush over to you.

As soon as he walked up behind you, you could feel the warmth of his body radiating. The manly spice of his cologne filling your lungs, making you slightly dizzy.

What's even worse was the fact you could feel his breath slightly fan against the exposed skin on your shoulder, making you feel like you were on fire. As soon as he zipped the dress up, he placed his hands on your waist and looked at you right through the mirror in front.

“You look really beautiful tonight. So beautiful….” he whispered slowly near your ear.

“Thank you…” you shyly reply.

One of his hands travelled up to your shoulder to brush the hair back from your neck, the pads of his fingers grazing the sensitive skin making your breath hitch.

He continued to stroke your neck with his fingers until he impulsively kissed the space near your earlobe, making you whimper from his touch. He lowered his head and started to leave a trail of kisses from your neck all the way to the edge of your shoulder, groaning in-between every kiss he planted on your skin.

“Sangyeon….” you moaned.

“Hmm?” He hummed as he worked his way back to kissing your neck. Your eyes slowly closing from the sensation. Is this what he felt when you kissed his neck like this?

“You know, I couldn't stop thinking about you since last night-”

Kiss.

“think I liked it a little-”

Kiss.

“too much.” he mumbled.

“M-me too. Wanted to give you m-more…” you responded.

“Yeah? Fuck, sweetheart, you don't know what you've done.” His hands started making their way down to your ass, giving them a good knead.

“Then show me…” you replied, looking at him with hooded eyes.

“Gladly.” He smirked at you.

Suddenly, his hands tugged the hem of your dress up to your waist in a flash and wasted no time bringing one hand to your front and diving it into your underwear. His two fingers slowly inserted between your folds before he found your sensitive bud and started to circle it around.

Your hips jerked as a reaction before your back started melting against Sangyeon's chest. You could feel yourself getting closer than expected, especially with the way his fingers magically worked on your clit. You felt your eyes closing every passing second he pleasures you.

“Eyes open, sweetheart. I want you to watch me touch you like this.” His other hand instantly cupped your jaw, making you look down at the silhouette of his fingers beneath the layer of your underwear. You could feel his hard bulge digging against your ass.

The sight itself was so erotic, not being able to see how his fingers moved in-between your folds made your cunt clench against nothing. Your wanton moans fueling Sangyeon's lustful desire to circle your clit faster.

“Oh fuck, Sangyeon. I'm gonna-” you moaned out.

“That's it, cum for me. I want you to cum all over my fingers…” he groaned against your ear.

And just like clockwork, you saw a hot flash of white as you came undone in his arms. Your knees turning into jelly from how hard your high had hit you as he tried to hold you upright.

Sangyeon removed the two fingers from your core and instantly sucked on them, moaning from your sweet taste as his other hand kept you close. The sight alone was enough to get you wet again.

You turned around to face him, his eyes looking at you with intense lust and desire. But before you even had the chance to give him any more ideas, you looked at the clock behind him and your eyes widened.

“Shit, we're gonna be late. Let's go!”

As Sangyeon drove you both to the bar, you felt your phone vibrating in your bag.

“Where the hell are you guys? I've been trying to call you both many times!” Sunwoo drunkenly shouted over the phone.

“We'll be right there, don't worry.” You replied.

“If you don't get here in thirty minutes, I'll-” Sangyeon grabbed the phone from you and ended the call.

“What was that for?” you questioned.

“He can wait….” Sangyeon said while placing his hand on your thigh.

“….You know, kinda owe me one for earlier. Not really fair that you're the only one who came tonight, don't you think?” he glanced at you quickly with a smirk on his face.

“Oh yeah? What else did you have in mind?” You teased him. His smile getting wider from the thought that entered his head as he swerved the car to the side of the road.

Looks like the both of you are going to be more than thirty minutes late….

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thegoddessprose · 2 months ago

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It's time for another Chitarch fic! This is one I've been putting off for quite some time, but with SOTR giving some relevant backstory and context, I had to write it now.

In which Chiasa reveals her darkest secret to Plutarch and their dynamic starts to shift from situationship to... Something else.

Obvious spoilers for SOTR. Victor prostitution is also a prominent theme here as a TW. Also allusions to drug use, unwanted pregnancy, and thoughts of abortion. This one's going to be heavy...

Tagging @plutarchheavensbee of course, and for those of you new to the Plutarch Fandom, if you like this and want more of this pairing, the masterlist is pinned on my profile. Welcome aboard!

For many years, men were a good stress relief for Chiasa. (Well, perhaps a few women as well, but mostly men), and Plutarch was no exception. Why else had she made that sheer gown for the second quell after parties? Plutarch certainly wasn't an exception there either, thank God that arena Groundbreaking party was retro themed.

What was an exception was laying in his arms like this. They'd started cuddling about a month and a half ago; to be fair, before the first time, he'd told her that her mother was Shougai, the rebel that Snow himself feared, and that she was his mentor. That was a shock, but at least it explained why he thought he underestimated Chiasa.

"Always so mediocre and frivolous... At least you keep your nose out of things you don't understand, unlike your sister..." That was definitely one of her favorite lectures. She was so hard on them as adults, but it wasn't totally her fault.

There was that, of course, and the fact that Chiasa and Plutarch did a little spy interrogation scene to take the edge off. The cuddling was simply aftercare, but he was so comfortable... He still was. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea, but he didn't stop her. She didn't want to stop either... Being wrapped in his arms was so much better than the finest of cotton duvets. Playing with his salt and paprika chest hair had her calm in an instant, and the smile and blush on his face always made her day better.

Today, however, she had a lot on her mind. Proper spring had arrived, and the third quell was on the horizon. She had a vague idea that something big was going to happen... It bothered her, even though she knew she was in the dark for a reason. Things could go either very well or very badly, and she couldn't stand the uncertainty. Perhaps there was one thing she could know for sure.

"Plutarch?"

"Yes, Chiasa?"

"Well, uh..." she started, "I know you have whatever system or plan, but... What would happen if people knew about us? I'm not planning to say anything of course, but... What if?"

"...We won't," he replied, "As long as we don't say anything, it's not something we need to worry about."

She'd noticed that he hesitated, and thought she heard a hint of doubt in his voice. Perhaps she shouldn't overanalyze, but... Had he really not thought of it? Did he not want to?

"But what if we would have to worry about it? You do like to plan for all possibilities."

"Well yes... You're right about that," said Plutarch, "I'd try to get you somewhere safe, of course, Snow's the one to worry about because I don't want anything to happen to you because of me."

"Yes, that's obvious, and I'm thankful you'd go the extra mile for little old me," she said, "But... What about... other people? Like my nephew?"

"Marcus?" he inquired.

It seemed like he really hadn't... There was no telling how Marcus would react. He knew that she liked to date, but his boss and mentor would surely be another story.

"Well... In his case... You know him a bit better than I do, but I've gotten to know him these past few months... He might be an adult, but he's still a teenager," he continued, "It could go either way, but ultimately, I doubt he'd mind."

"Yeah... He's very smart, but he's still eighteen," she agreed, "But... He really looks up to you, you know?"

Plutarch smiled a bit at the thought. Hmm. Her brother in law, Florent, was right about one thing... Marcus needed some more positive male role models. He was fine, but he was often at work. Otherwise, there was only herself and Quinta, and Marcus and the latter didn't get along too well. He was close to her mother, but she'd passed away a couple years back.

As nice as it was to have an answer, why was she even thinking about such a thing in the first place? It wasn't like she and Plutarch were serious. She needed to play this off pronto.

"I don't think the other Heavensbees would have liked me too much, would they?" she joked.

He chuckled. "Let's see... New money, not quite a "proper" lady, a grandfather from District 11, unable to bear heirs... Doubt it. But then again, that might have made me sprint to you as a younger man."

"Ha! I get it... Your rebelliousness had me sprinting to you, after all."

Laughing together took the edge off as well, although it only had them holding each other tighter. Once it died down, Chiasa noticed a certain pensiveness about him.

"Since we're delving into hypotheticals... You've mentioned your children more than once. What would they think of us?" he asked, "I expect the age difference would be a little daunting..."

As long as it was hypothetical.

"They know about my dating habits... After all, men my age tend to be prudes, droopy, or already married," she replied, "So long as you don't assert yourself as a father figure, for the most part, you should be fine."

"Don't worry, I'm not the fatherly type anyway," he quipped.

"Individually... Tenma might be a peacekeeper, but she's in the honor guard," she continued, "Twirls flags and fake guns, marches in fancy formations. The only time she shoots is to salute. I think she's only there to be closer to her husband or avoid being a lady... Otherwise, since you're only a few years older than her, that would be her main issue."

Chiasa and Tenma ended up quite different from one another. She liked flashy fashion, her daughter preferred practical wear. She was a free spirit, Tenma wanted everything settled down and predictable. That was all fine... But perhaps being the oldest molded her a little too well.

"Kamakura, my youngest.... She still has her father in her life. Maybe she'd be a little shocked, but she'd handle it the best. I think she's the one who's the most like me," she continued, "My son, Yves, though... That's a little complicated."

Plutarch's face dropped, but he cleared his throat and tried to stay neutral.

"It's fine if he wouldn't like me," he said, "This is... This is all hypothetical after all."

"Oh, no! It's not that. In other circumstances, I think you'd get along very well," said Chiasa, "You both love your books and theories and you're real go-getters. But... He's just a little more... headstrong than his sisters are. That might be a good thing too... Any problem with him... It wouldn't actually have much to do with you individually."

She sighed deeply and turned to stare at the ornate celing. Yves's paternity was quite the sore topic. Of course he had his uncle and her ex, Theseus, to lean on as potential father figures, but his complicated origins still weighed on her. Keeping the truth quiet was necessary to save everyone's asses, but it wasn't good on anyone's psyches, especially Yvie's when he found out.

As much as she tried to hide it, Plutarch had to know that she was distressed. It was hard to get much past him if he survived this long as a rebel. She recalled telling her son when he was in his late teens... Any pouting or surliness was blamed on teen angst by others. Theseus got a brief account, and he thankfully knew the consequences of it getting out.

She wrestled with telling Plutarch... It wasn't like he'd tell anyone, after all, he didn't tell anyone about her sympathies. Even if he did, people wouldn't believe him... How would he know such a thing anyway? And... It felt unfair to keep this secret. She knew she had every right, but this was a significant part of her past, whether she liked it or not. If she was in too deep or at least getting there... At least she'd have his reaction, his opinion on her at another low... She'd know whether all of this was a mistake. Either way, she still couldn't look him in the eye... She let go of them and turned on her side, facing away from him.

"Chiasa?" he inquired softly.

She felt his warm hand on her shoulder, keeping his presence known. Still... She couldn't face him as she said this. She could barely look at her son or old friend when she told them, and this wasn't any different.

"It's... It's Yves's biological father," she finally replied quietly, "That's the complication. He can be a bit wary of others in that... place."

"His father? But... I thought those old tabloids said you didn't know, as with your eldest," he replied.

"My reputation saved us there, at least. But no... That's not the truth. I knew exactly who it was." Chiasa already felt herself tearing up. Hopefully she’d still be coherent.

She felt Plutarch move a little closer. Perhaps he'd change his tune soon enough, however.

"Was he not a good man? Did he hurt you?" he asked, "Did he hurt him or Tenma?"

Plutarch had a real talent in seeming sympathetic while having enough quiet fury to be plotting the hypothetical bastard's death.

"No, nothing like that..." she replied, "Look... Please know I did what I must to protect my loved ones... And those I felt responsible for."

"I know, me too. I can't blame you for that."

Just rip it off...

"Yves... My son's father is... Is... He's Link Zhou."

Plutarch was silent for a moment, but didn't let go of her. Perhaps that was a good sign.

"The victor from 3?" he asked, "He was one of yours, right? ... One of the first males to be sold."

Chiasa nodded. That "program" was as ghastly then as it was now. Link was a nice looking kid and her dressing him well probably only made things worse.

"It's not what you think," she said, elicting what she believed was a sigh of relief from Plutarch, "There wasn't any preying or anything like that. In any other circumstances, I wouldn't have done anything with him."

"Oh... Well, what really happened?" he asked. Thankfully, she only gauged a bit of curious and concern.

"It was after he'd survived..." she started, "He was nice looking, I guess... And I guess I'd done my job too well. There were a lot of women here with crushes on him... Men too... That other bidder, he was gigantic, snobbish, had a reputation for being rough... Link had only turned nineteen and hadn't been with anybody. I couldn't let him go to that bastard so... I bid."

"I think I see where this is going... Why not fake it?"

"There was word of some people giving some of the early girls a "night off" maybe some of Mother's people back then... They'd started... making sure," she tearfully replied, "Link, he... He was happy to see me. He said he had a crush on me, thought about this during his victory tour... I guess in the moment, that had me feeling less bad, but the next morning... I was disgusted with myself. I couldn't look at him, I slipped out."

By then, Chiasa was sobbing, that morning coming right back to her. The succession of Link sleeping peacefully, the bile in her throat, the way she threw on her clothes and dashed home as quickly as she could... How she nearly scrubbed herself raw twice in the shower as she cried her eyes out in shame. How she wanted to go downtown to find some Molly to relapse with until her sister called to say she was bringing Tenma back home.

Plutarch was still holding her from behind, not saying anything, but letting her know she was there. Shouldn't he be disgusted? She had to take a few minutes to compose herself before going on.

"They were still figuring out the protection... I found out I was pregnant a few weeks later, he was the father... All that guilt, that disgust... It all came back. I kept thinking about what could happen. Would I be kicked out of the Capitol and him entered in the Reaping? Would I be forced to marry Link and keep him from his home and happiness... I'd seen that movie before and wanted no part of it... As you might know. Of course I thought about ending the pregnancy, but... I couldn't go through with it. I made sure to be seen with other men and screwed them... Did whatever I could to look a month behind. Nobody could know... I dread to think what could have happened to the three of us."

"Shit... I think I see where you're coming from," said Plutarch.

"Wait, you do?" she asked, "You're not... appalled, disgusted?"

"It would be a little rich of me to judge," he said, "I mean, I've never done that specifically, but I've crossed a line for the greater good more than once. I do have a question..."

"Yeah?"

"Does he know? Link, I mean."

How simple everything would be if everything just went according to her plan.

"Yes... I didn't so much as tell him as he saw a photo of Yves in my wallet and put two and two together," she replied, "They don't look identical thankfully, but he saw himself in him, he knew... That's what led me to telling Yves. Neither were too happy with me... I let them see each other in person once, but only that, seeing... They wanted to speak but I couldn't allow it. At least... Well, it sunk in how dangerous such a thing was one year."

At least Chiasa didn't cry over that particular memory anymore, but it still hurt her.

"What... Oh. The second quell?" he guessed, "With Beetee's son."

"That's the one. That year was hard enough as it is... I had twice as many people to dress, you remember a lot of things were all over the place... It was always hard when Link was here, but since one of the other victors volunteered for a different District, he had to be... But hell... I styled Beetee. For a while, he was the least troubling one, even with his time in the arena... Then I had to pretty up his kid to be killed? For something his father did, I'd heard..."

She'd since decided to lay on her back once again. Plutarch kept his arm around her and pulled her a little closer. Out of everything she'd said, this seemed to get to him? Not that she could blame him.

"He was so young, so full of life, and of course it had to be Beetee that mentored him. He didn't deserve to go the way he did," Chiasa continued, "The whole time I was thinking... One wrong move and that could have been my Yvie... Link... Well, he did his best with the others, but when he wasn't mentoring, I'd find him sitting alone, staring at nothing... I remember clearly, he said... He said..."

"What did he say?" Plutarch asked gravely.

"Link said... He said that he felt like shit just being around Beetee. That his boy was going to die and his own made the Dean's list at the best university in Panem... He felt stupid, as much as he wanted to know Yvie... He'd never want anything like this to happen to him. I think for the first time, he understood where I was coming from," said Chiasa, "Yvie and I had a pretty big fight after everything was over with... But he got it in the end. He understood the gravity of things... I think that's what led him to teach rather than practice law..."

She suddenly felt a bit exhausted and turned to rest her head against his chest. There were no more tears, but she was still overwhelmed by all these emotions hitting her at once. The arm around her shoulders had moved to her waist, and she felt his other hand in her hair. For what seemed like a long while, neither of them spoke. Despite her many past liasons, and even the ones with him... Chiasa had never felt more exposed. Yet, she wasn't scared. Perhaps it was his gentle touch or his steady heartbeat... But eventually, she was calm. Finally, she moved up to look him in the eye. No recoil, no rage... Not at her, at least... No amusement. His gaze was serious with a hint of sympathy.

"It's fine... I mean, I'm the one who asked all those follow up questions, after all," he replied softly, "Think of it this way... At least you did what you did for the right reasons."

"I'm sorry..." she finally said, "That was probably a little more than you bargained for."

"It was still terrible on both of them..."

"Maybe. But like you said, you did what you had to do," he reassured her as he cupped her cheek, "Your instinct was to rebel if it meant protecting yourself and them. I could never hate you for that... Actually, I have to say, that was rather crafty. It's amazing how you got away with it."

Chiasa expected him to smirk at those words, but instead, he smiled a beautifully genuine smile. Was that adoration of all things in his eyes? It was a wonder how she could tell him such a dark secret and have him look at her this way. Honestly? It was a wonder how easy everything flowed with Plutarch. Perhaps it was because he'd know if she were hiding something. However, he couldn't make her tell him anything. With all her hesitation, her strong will helped her make it this far, and not even a seasoned agent like him would break it so easily. No... She just told him anyway.

Somehow, she deemed him worthy enough, and he'd proved himself by listening and embracing her rather than judging her. It felt odd... Having someone know this much about her and neither running away or turning her in. It felt odd, but nice; perhaps one of the nicest things she'd felt during her many years of living.

"Plutarch...."

"Yes, Chiasa?"

"Thank you..." she said, "You're really, truly... such a wonderful man."

She leaned in for a kiss... Even that seemed a little different today, precise, but also passionate, but so much more than just sensual. It kept her calm, relaxed safe... yet also euphoric. She pulled away in time to catch him lightly blushing. How could one man be so dignified and adorable at the same time... She couldn't help but plant light kisses on both his cheeks, making him blush and smile all the more.

As much as neither of them wanted to let go just yet, they did have to actually get ready to sleep. At least it wouldn't be for long... However, as Chiasa was alone with her thoughts, the reality of the situation started to take over. No matter how happy she was in the moment, things would eventually get complicated. It wasn't as simple as what others what think of them. There was the rebellion, too. Plutarch hadn't told her about any plans, but with the current events, the rationing, the general uproar Katniss was causing, she had a feeling something was going to happen. Her parents had witnessed the same signs decades ago. Then what? Would people start dying? Would Plutarch have to leave her? Would she have to... get involved? Maybe... Did she just now consider it? Helping out once was one thing, but actually joining up? Like him, her nephew, her nephew's girlfriend... And who knew how many others?

Yet... Why did the idea not bother her like it used to? While she wasn't exactly rushing to join, she wasn't as afraid. Hell, any of the complications would be enough to make a lot of sane people run away, perhaps that was why he never married... Not that she could blame him. But why wasn't she running? Maybe it was because her generation actually knew how to handle hardships. Maybe in some twisted way, the good outweighed the bad. She needed to relax again, or she'd never sleep...

She walked out of the bathroom to find Plutarch sitting on the side of the bed already, having put on some sweats. She eyed his discarded black shirt on the floor before picking it up and throwing it over her shoulders. What a soft, breathable material... And big enough to envelop her easily like he did, not to mention it smelled like him... Sophisticated and mossy. For a second, he beamed at such a sight, but suddenly hung his head and his smile dissolved in deep thought.

"Plutarch? Are you okay?" she asked, "Would you rather I not wear this? I know it might be expensive--"

"No, no... Actually... It suits you."

He patted the spot next to him and she sat down. He stiffened for a moment when she rested her head on his shoulder, but relaxed soon after.

"I just have a question," he continued, "Chiasa... Why do you keep coming back to me?"

"Well, I'd say it's obvious, but it seems like something's on your mind."

"Chiasa... I'm not a good person. You deserve better. Why me?"

"Really, well, you're doing your damndest to prove yourself wrong to me," she replied, "I was raised to believe that actions speak louder than words. And... I just told you about the worst things I've ever done. I'm hardly "good" either. Actually... Is anybody in this city?"

Finding a wholly good person in the Capitol was like looking for a floral print in the winter season. As much as Chiasa tried to be better, she was far from perfect. Her father wasn't perfect, even those she considered her friends were deeply flawed in some way.

"You're not wrong about that... Still... How fascinating... Good people like you hardly think they're good... But in reality, you're better than a lot of people I know," he said, "Yes, even after what you told me. The only ulterior motive you had was protecting those two. No bitterness, no revenge, nothing like that. I've done a lot of bad things, and not always for the right reasons... Like it or not, you're better... Too good for me."

As much as she preferred her men to be at least self-aware, this reeked of insecurity to Chiasa. With all the quiet confidence he exuded, it broke her heart to see him sell himself short, especially when he was ultimately doing good. She took his hand.

"Aww, Plutarch, don't say that..." she soothed, "You know I'm here because I want to be. I think you're a man worth being with. Believe me, I've known some absolute bastards in my time... But you're not one of them, you've been good to me. There are plenty of others who would have been that accepting of my past... Or present. You, though... You know the real me, and you like me anyway. And let's talk about you for a second... You're smart, interesting, handsome, brave... You know, I think your heart's a lot bigger than you let on. I don't think anything's much better than that."

"Chiasa, I... I'm flattered you think so highly of me," he replied, a bit flustered, "And I think I should have said this earlier, but... Thank you for telling me your story. I can understand why you'd keep it a secret either way, and I'm honored that you trusted me with it."

As they laid back down, it finally sunk in how true her words to him were.... His as well. She wouldn't have told him all that if she didn't mean it, however... Getting this close was rare, and she hadn't even gotten this far in the past. Even Theseus, even as a friend, didn't know about her rebel sympathies and she still counted that as one of the reasons they broke up. Plutarch had essentially found out by accident, but he was not only accepting, but encouraged her way of thinking as well. He didn't just talk about change either, he was somehow making things happen. She remembered that he once called her strong; a part of her didn't believe him, but it had her feeling all warm and fuzzy that he of all people thought so highly of her.

Then there was tonight... When she told him her darkest secret. She really expected him to at least judge her... After all, rebels and sympathizers alike agreed that whoring out victors was a vile practice... As did she. Even though she'd helped Link avoid a traumatic first night, she hated herself for even partaking. At the same time, however, it didn't seem fair that Plutarch didn't know, and it would have been worse if he found out on his own. He'd embraced her, but didn't quite brush it off; he acknowledged and understood her and somehow, knowing didn't scare him off. Somehow he thought she deserved better than him. He couldn't be more wrong, it should be the other way around. Perhaps if she'd met someone like him in the past, the idea of commitment might not be so daunting to her. She never thought being so safe and comfortable with someone... Well, maybe with a smidge of thrill, would be this... Beautiful.

Oh.... OH

Dammit.

She was falling for him. Chiasa was falling for Plutarch. It felt wonderful, but... Anything could happen, it was awfully inconvenient timing. But she'd live in the moment. That was the philosophy she lived by: Live in the moment, everything passes.

However, as she gazed at his now sleeping face, she wondered... Did she really want it to pass this time?

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caxde · 2 years ago

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closeness | Steve Harrington x reader

summary you're Hopper's daughter and after the events of the Starcourt mall, and him being pressumed dead, you deal with guilt and grieve, for better or worse, your best friend Steve is dealing with the same thing.

word count: 3.9k (first steve fic i post hope u like it)

warnings fem!reader, angst! (kinda a lot I was in a mood), fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn bestfriends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, sharing a bed trope, it has some pretty negative self talk and allusion to an anxiety attack...so yeah. english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!!

The nights have been lonely lately.

You did have the option to go far away and escape this town, but when the time came, you were incapable of doing so.

Here, everything reminded, echoed in a way your father. So it came to no surprise that you stayed back, and Jane had left.

And yes, of course saying goodbye hurt like a bitch and opened up all types of wounds that you had stitched together, but, you had to. She would be safer in California, miles and miles away from this god-forsaken town.

And yes, the weather didn’t help. Late November and the cabin was surrounded by snow, cold and quiet. Nothing else but you. Not even the usual chirping of birds that accompanied you throughout spring and autumn were here anymore. So you felt that, alone.

You knew you weren’t actually alone, but having to ask for help or company felt like a chore that you had no energy to complete, so you rested there. In the middle of your living room, with the fire barely hanging on, the T.V turned off, and no lights shining onto you. It’s not like you liked the darkness, or that it didn’t bother you, you just wanted to lay in it and its familiarity. Swallowed by it almost.

No chatty banter with him. Not even the smell of his gross cooking filling the air. You hadn’t cooked in your kitchen for months.

It was expected. Everybody told you that grief is a process and that you can’t rush through it, but… You didn’t feel like that.

You felt as if all the grief that you felt for him was just all the love you still have for him, that you didn’t get to express, or show and don’t know where to really put it now. Robin suggested getting a dog, and you did laugh at the idea, not because you found it ridiculous or weird, but because you were struggling to take care of yourself, how could you ever take care of another living thing?

You were spiraling pretty bad, and you did want to call someone, anyone really. It didn’t matter as long as they could hold you and tell you that you weren’t insane for holding onto hope, or believing that maybe he was really alive, or that it was okay not to be okay, that you would get through it and that you are still deserving of love and affection. But you didn’t want to burden anyone.

Though his name came into your mind.

As a whisper almost.

And as fate had it, the phone started to ring, pulling you away from that circle of self-doubt or self-hate? You weren’t even sure anymore.

So you stand up, pulling yourself together, wiping the tears that started to form in your eyes but hadn’t had the courage to jump out of them. You picked it up, waiting to hear someone’s voice.

“Hello?” Your voice cracked, you hadn’t spoken in what felt like days.

“Hey Hopper, it’s me.” You winced as you heard your father’s last name, but a soft smile contradicted it, it was Steve’s voice after all.

“Hey Steve…” You whispered, really trying to hold yourself together now. “Um… what… what’d you want?” You said as you failed to stop the last tear from dropping.

“I was just checking in… Hadn’t heard from you in a while…” He admits, his voice soft-spoken and calm, you could feel his eyebrows raising and furrowing in his forehead.

“You called me yesterday…” You said, with a chuckle, trying to hide the fact that you were about to break down and cry.

“Yeah, well… Something told me you…” He stopped for a second. Your hand grabbing your cheeks tight, hoping that if you had enough strength you would stop crying and would be able to have a normal conversation, not worrying him. “Hey…” He said softly, with a whisper of a voice. “Were you- are you crying?” That was enough for you to actually fall to your knees, hugging yourself as you crumbled.

“Yeah…” You manage to say, not being able to say anything else, whimpers and fast breathing invading your body.

“Be there in five.” His voice said, not mean, but harsh. Decided, and yes, worried.

You tried to say anything to him, something that would make him not worry and not come over here, but it was useless, he had already hung up.

And you just laid there, in your hard-wood floors, trying to hold your body as you searched for comfort, not really sure if you had the strength to get back up.

It was all my fault. Itwas all my fault. Itwasall my fault. Itwasallmy fault. Itwasallmyfault.

Your brain screams at you as you remember your father going down, and Joyce’s face when she had to tell you.

You don’t know how long it took, or for that matter, how long you had stayed clawing your floor trying to composure yourself. But Steve came through the door.

He came directly to you and said nothing. He just held you, as you just wept. Eternally grateful for him, but at the same time, incredibly embarrassed that he had to see you like that.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to whisper, your voice higher than ever before, your eyes burning from the tears.

You felt the grip of his fingers grow deeper into your skin.

“Don’t be.” He said, as he played with your hair. “I’m here.” He remained you.

You nodded, and let your body relax at those words, your head hitting his chest, him just holding you more and more tightly, reassuring you, comforting you.

“You’re staying at mine from now on.” He declares. His voice, serious, and clear. He grabbed your face, cupping it in between his hands. “You don’t bother. You need to get out of here. And I want you there, okay?” He answers before you can even say nothing to him. You nod, with a shy thank you smile. He nodded as he left a kiss in the crown of your head.

He stayed in the ground with you until your breathing returned to normal, and you could actually talk without hiccups. He had no rush in making sure you were okay.

Once you were capable of standing up, he guided you to the sofa, and made you wait there, as he went into your room and packed the essentials. He told you when you tried to tell him off, that he knew it would be easier if he did it now. That you could come tomorrow and grab what you actually wanted or needed. And yeah, he was right. Because he always is when it comes to you.

“D’you need anything?” You ask as you see him getting ready to leave.

“Oh um… No, think we’re good.” He says as he scans the fridge once again. Coffee pot still hot.

You give him one of your funny looks, judging him as he runs his fingers through his hair. You leave your chair and walk right next to him, as you eye the mostly empty fridge, his hand still holding the door.

“Dude, do you really wanna have soup for dinner, again?” You ask him, eyebrows lifted, sarcasm in your voice.

“Well, no. Not really.” He admits, closing the door. Walking back to his mug, raising it to his lips. “But you don’t have to go and get anything, I can do it.” He says, eyes lost on the maroon liquid.

“Oh, c’mon. I’m the one invading your house, let me do something!” You demand of him, almost begging.

He nods as he leaves to grab his brown worn-out jacket. Your eyes are set on him, the way he moves, ever so easily, confident in everything he does, even if that is just his routine, you’re amazed by the way his arms glide through the sleeves, and how his head lifts up, hair bouncing, defying gravity all the same.

His eyes meet yours for just a second.

“You don’t have to do anything in return you know? I like having you around.” He reassures you. Hands in his pocket, you nod with a polite smile back. He copies your body language, relaxed. “Be back at 8, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

Even if he isn’t conscient of it, you catch him muttering under his breath as the entrance door opens.

“I always worry ‘bout you.”

Be as it may, it makes you smile. Not really sure why it would, it still does.

So as you lay in his kitchen, you begin to do what you’ve taken as your routine since he invaded you to live in his house a few weeks ago. You clean the dishes from the night before, and sort out what needs to be sorted out. Laundry and bathroom today.

You spend a quiet morning doing so, not haunted my memories, not a devastating inner monologue, just that. Stillness and calmness. And it seems as though the weather accompanies you today, with an unusually warm sunlight that crawls through the windows, a promise that today won’t be as freezing as the rest of December has been.

So you decide that today’s a good day to walk around Hawkins.

You’ve been borrowing his old walkman, with the stuck mix-tape that Dustin had gifted him god knows when. You put his headphones on your head, and as you press play, you move through his empty house, crawling to the bedroom that he had for visitors. And you do find yourself thinking how strange it is, such a big house, and yet it’s always empty except for him. An absent father, and an out-of-the-map mother.

Maybe he needed your company just as much as you needed his.

You smile to yourself at that thought, and how perfect it would be if that was the case.

When you look at the mirror, you feel as if you're missing something, not quite sure what it might be, you spin around your room, walls still white, you spot a vivid yellow jumper on your floor. So you grab it and put it on, smelling Steve as it lays on top of your body, you’re ready to leave.

“Thank you” He muttered as he finished his last bite. You had decided to eat on the couch, eyes darted at the T.V.

“Don’t mention it.” You say as you let your plate rest on the coffee table, grabbing your cup of water in the same motion. “I should be thanking you”

“What for?” He demands, looking at you through his brows, unsure.

“Letting me stay here. Y’know, everything…” You let out, avoiding his gaze as you darted around the room.

“How long have we known each other?” He asks all of a sudden, his left hand stroking his face as his eyes finally connect to yours, shocked in response to his question.

“I dunno, seems like I knew you since I was born” You say, sincerely, your face and body relaxing at him, as his right hand readjust a wisp of your hair that wasn’t quite in place.

“Exactly. So stop bullshiting me!” He exclaims. You flinch in show of his response, not really sure what to do next, he readjusts himself. Leg climbing up the sofa, his arm resting in it. Pulling closer to you. “I’ve known you my whole life, so please, please don’t lie to me.” He begs, as one of his hands catches yours, in a plea of sincerity and vulnerability.

“I’m not…” You try to say, as you catch your voice barely coming out of your body, tears bubbling up as your vision gets blurry. A feeling of heaviness invading your chest. Your hand that rested free on the back of the couch is now wiping the beginnings of the tears away, your mouth tasting salty already.

“But… You are… You can tell me…” He whispers back, the grip he has in your hand growing stronger, his eyes shooting compassion and begging for you to trust in him, to let yourself be seen by him.

“I just… It’s my fault…” You mutter, as you finally let your walls down, crumbling down, not physically, but you could feel the silent tears not waiting for you to wipe them, as they escape with no order.

“It wasn’t.” He answers back.

“It feels like it…” Your voice barely audible, you see his head getting closer so he could hear you.

“I know it does, but everything that happened… Yeah, it sucks but… Y’know, you’re alive.” Your face flinches at that, yes you are alive but for all that it’s worth, he isn’t and if you had to put words into what you were actually feeling it would be survivors guilt. “And you deserve to be…” He finishes, with his free hand, he pushes hair away from your face, and leaves it there, in the back of it, stroking your hair, hoping he can give you some sort of reassurance. He does.

“I don't… Not more than he did…” You try to argue. To no avail, you can see Steve crumbling down, his body moving closer to you now, holding your gaze up to meet his eyes.

“I think he would think otherwise.” He tells you, as his thumb wipes some of the tears away, soft eyes looking at you, with a sideways smile.

“Yeah, and he’d be a dick about it..” You whisper, making you both laugh.

“Oh absolutely he would.” He says, laying your head in his shoulder, as he rests his head on yours, holding you sideways.

Intimacy growing between the both of you, you enjoy that moment of stillness and quiet.

You usually weren’t able to fall asleep until later in the night, meaning that usually, the sun could be seen waking up when you went down, finding comfort in knowing that sunshine was coming.

So, as a consequence, you had a habit of saying goodnight to Steve at around ten o’clock at night, when he went upstairs to his bed. You would catch one of the books that his father had laying about and bring it with you, in the room next to him, sharing nothing else but quiet and a wall.

So you sat down, back to the wall, resting on top of the comfortable and cold bed. Having decided to finally read Pride & Prejudice, you moved your hair out of your way, pulling it up in a ponytail. Still wearing Steve’s yellow sweater, you removed your pants, resting the book in your bare legs, you started to read.

Before you knew it, you were immersed in it, reading.

“Chapter 12

In consequence of an agreement between the sisters, Elizabeth wrote the next morning to their mother, to beg that the carriage might be sent for them in the course of the day. But Mrs. Bennet, who had calculated on her daughters remaining at Netherfield till the following Tuesday, which would exactly finish Jane’s week, could not bring herself to receive them with pleasure before. Her answer, therefore, was not propitious, at least not to Elizabeth’s wishes, for she was impatient to get home…”

Steve’s screaming snapped you out of the world you had immersed yourself in.

You dropped the book and were rapidly moving across your room, opening his door wide. You find him, his head resting in his hand, chest moving rapidly as he had trouble breathing. His eyes move at you for a moment, though he wants to, and you can tell, he’s not capable of saying anything to you.

So you don’t say anything.

Nor did you think about what you were doing.

Your body just found its way to his, holding him, just like he had hours before. You could feel him leaning his weight into you, his body exhausted and crumbling into yours, so you did what he did for you. You held him, no questions asked. No demands.

His chest, you could see, was back to its normal rhythm, though you had become distracted by the fact that he wasn’t wearing any shirt or nothing to that matter, but some old pyjama pants.

His head rested in your shoulder this time, and his lips whispered into your ear, so soft and so deep that it sent tingles to your whole body as he spoke.

“I’m better… I…”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me…” You finish for him, as your hand finds itself lost into his hair, something that you never dared to do before.

You could feel him smiling, as he nodded, hair tickling your cheek as he did so. The warmth between the two of you growing, with a need of touch that you both had met in this moment.

“I don’t have to leave if you don’t want me to.” You whisper to him. Your head looking down at him, his brown eyes were still shining, even at the dead of night. But then again, they always did when he looked at you.

So, with no words needed, he opened his side of the blanket and you crawled inside. His body was holding you tight, just as you did to him. Your head in his chest, his hands in your hair. You hadn’t slept that quickly or comfortably in a long time. And neither had he.

It became a routine.

Nighttime fell on the Harrignton household, and he would head upstairs first, you would follow his steps half an hour later, book in hand. He would rest his head on your chest covered by one of his old shirts while you read. Once you felt his body relax, you would close the book and let him hold you, the nightstand light turned off.

He woke up first, and he would always leave a sleepy kiss on your shoulder while he mumbled a good morning. He’d go down and you would creep out of the sheets when the smell of coffee travelled its way to you.

And you would share a quiet morning.

It felt nice. It felt good. It felt right.

But you could also tell that it was screwing with your head.

You had caught his hands caressing your skin more and more lately, and the places he touched would burn with a strange mix of desire and need, expressing themselves in warmth. You saw his eyes darting to your lips when you were speaking to him. His going-out-to-work hugs would last more and more, and they left no space between your bodies.

You weren’t free of guilt either.

Your hands now had the habit of searching for him in the middle of the night. Your lips searched for his shoulder to leave a kiss on them every time he turned around in his sleep, craving to hear him let a soft moan out. And everytime he was standing in the kitchen you would hug him from behind, your arms holding tight as your hands played with his shirt.

You realized in the middle of the day, that you were indeed falling madly in love with him.

So, on that night, when he came home, you looked at him like you never had before.

Your breath got caught up for a second too long. Your eyes shined bright every time you dared to look back at him. Your cheeks grew pink and warm when he hugged you as soon as he came from outside, even if his clothes were cold, you didn’t feel it, your body burning up in new discovered feelings.

You grew nervous and fidgety, craving his closeness. Feeling somehow guilty of what your heart felt, scared shitless of what this all could mean.

And you didn’t know this, but he was just as nervous this evening.

So when he caught you picking at your skin, he didn’t warn you before grabbing your hand.

You were once again in his bed. Book closed in your chest. His face close to yours, his eyes looking softly at you, begging for you to say what was on your mind, his lips slightly parted.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice sounded tired, as if he had been but a moment away from falling asleep. As he grabbed the ends of your fingers, you saw how truely close his lips were to them. When he saw you growing quiet, staring at him with doe-like eyes, he pulled himself closer to you. Your body is completely touching him.

“C’mon, you can tell me… I.. I’m here…I’m your friend…”

You let out a soft laughter, and didn’t really think before speaking.

“But you're not…” You whisper to him. His eyes take offence at this, his body moving forwards from you as you tell him that.

“What do you mean?” He begged, his voice barely audible, but broken.

“Friends don’t do this… Steve I…” You were getting flustered, his hands still wrapped around your fingers.

“Whaddumean?” He asked, all in one phrase.

“Friends don’t… This!” You say as you point at both of you, he shaked his head, not really following you. “Friends don’t sleep together, they don’t cuddle, they don’t kiss you good morning and good night, they don’t…” You can see him getting slightly offended at the words that you're saying to him.

“Look, you can’t leave! You were the one that said that-” You had to cut him off. You didn’t like him getting flustered or mad about something that was not what you meant.

“I don’t wanna leave! I want to stay like this! I want… you” You say, your eyes completely sincere, your shoulders relaxed, begging him to understand what you were trying to say to him without actually having to say it outloud.

“Then what do you mean we’re not…” He’s getting frustrated, hands in his hair, scratching in anger, in misunderstanding.

“Goddammit Steve!” You yell to him, throwing the blanket off of you, to his body. Your chest goes up and down rapidly. “I love you!” You yell to him, your cheeks warm and red, tears of nervousness in the corners of your eyes.

“I love you too but… I don’t- I’m not following.” He said, in his most honest, lost voice. His body closer to yours again, begging to understand what was going on.

“Steve…” You whisper. “I… I mean, that, I’m in love with you…”

As soon as your words reach him, you can see the way the light lights up in his head, as he understands what you mean. So he does what he’s been dreaming about for so long.

His left hand grabs your cheek, and as your eyes meet, he holds you like this for a moment, foreheads touching, both of your eyes closing. Your heart is beating faster than ever. And he finally closes the distance.

Your lips finally touch. In need to finally feel the way he feels, his other hand getting lost in the back of your neck, playing with your hair, as he holds you closer and closer. No rush between you, your arms hold him, getting lost in the back of his neck. Needing him like you’ve never needed him before. Your tongues touch as the kiss deepens. You're both smiling as you do so.

“I guess we’re not friends.” He whispers an inch away from your lips, kissing you again. Making you laugh in between kisses.

“I guess not.” You say as you continue. Kissing him. His lips. His neck. Messing with his hair as much as you can, enjoying the way his body fitted against yours.

“I’m in love with you too.” He admits later in the night, as he spoons you, whispering it in your ear, as he turns you around to kiss you again.

You didn’t sleep that night, for a good reason this time.

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hotch-stufff · 3 years ago

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9 Months of Getting to Know You

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word Count: 6.1k (i got a little carried away...)

~Masterlist~

Description: A drunken night leads you to a pregnancy with your boss. You've never had feelings for him before, but could a baby change your entire relationship?

Warnings!: allusions to sex, implied sex, flirting, angst, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, crying, um those bueatiful things called *hormones*, Aaron hotchner being hot, cursing, more fluff

A/n: I haven't written in so long, and I'm so sorry for being away!! There are probably so many spelling mistakes in this, be warned! Also, if you dont understand the set up his, this is written in like different sections, a snippet from each of the 9 months of pregnancy.

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September 15, 2010

You're eyes fluttered open as you breathed in the morning air. Light shone through the blinds and the air was calm.

The bed was comfortable, the pillows dragging you back to sleep. Your eyes drifted closed.

An arm found its way around your waist and you burrowed into the person beside you.

Your head lay on his chest, your legs tangled together.

It wasn't until you felt his skin on your own that your eyes snapped back open.

Just about the same time his did.

You didn't even recognize him at first. His disheveled hair and sleepy eyes. But you couldn't mistake that face for anyone else.

"Hotch!" You squealed.

"Y/l/n! What are you doing in my bed?" He shouted right back.You stared at him wide eyed and he had a similar look on his face.

"Your bed? What are you doing in my bed?" Your voice got higher as each word left your mouth. What the hell happened?

You looked sound and realized you were in fact, in his bed, in his room, in his house!

You both scooted away from each other and you felt the sheet slip from your chest. It took a moment to notice that you were indeed naked. "Oh my god!" Hotch shouts before slamming his eyes shut and looking away.

"Oh my god." You repeat as you bring the sheet to your chest. "I'm naked! Are you naked? Why the hell are we naked?" You stuttered out while trying to stay calm.

"Yeah, I uh, im naked too." He replies shyly as he shifts so that he can hide himself. "Why the hell are we naked?" He repeats your earlier question turning to look at you, and you try to think back to the previous night.

"I...I don't know. I just know I was really drunk." He nods, because he was too. You both just sat there staring at each other before you asked the dreaded question.

"We didnt… we didn't have sex did we?" You asked. He was silent for a few minutes trying desperately to think back to last night.

"I-I don't know." He says exasperated. You nodded and take a deep breath before wrapping the sheet around yourself, grabbing your clothes and scrambling to the bathroom. You got dressed as quick as humanly possible and quickly came back out of the bathroom.

"I'm gonna go. And we, can just pretend this didn't happen." You suggest and grab your phone before bolting out the door.

"Y/n wait-" but you were already grabbing your keys from the table by the front and leaving.

Your mind was running a million miles a minute and this mornings popular question kept running through your head.

What the hell happened?

* * *

September 30, 2010

It had been, an awkward couple of weeks to say the least. You still had no idea whether you and Hotch actually slept together and you both mutually decided not to mention it and to avoid each other at all costs.

And it was working just fine.

Awkward, but fine.

That is, until you got sick.

Puking often, sore boobs, you were bloated and you just felt exhausted.

"Y/n, are you sure you're okay? This is the third time this week that you've run to the bathroom to throw up." Garcia paused as she paced outside of your stall. "Maybe you should go to a doctor." You leaned back from the toilet seat before moving right back up to puke again.

This was getting old.

"Maybe you're right, Pen." You got up and gathered your things. Garcia assured you that she would clear it with Hotch while you called your doctor and left for a quick pop in.

The appointment took a while, per usual and the doctor insisted on drawing blood. She came back quickly to ask you some questions.

"Okay Y/n, how long have you felt like this?" She asked, a clipboard in hand ready to record your answer.

"Um, about two weeks I think?" You say, unsure of when the puking started.

"Okay, and when did you last have your period?" Your blood ran cold at the question. And it all came rushing back. Being drunk, the did we did we not sex thing, Hotch. You were three weeks late.

"Oh god. I'm, I'm three weeks late." You stuttered out and the doctor's eyes grow wide.

"Is there any way you could be pregnant?" She asks hesitantly and you close your eyes, begging the tears to stay at bay as you nodded your head slightly. A nurse walked in the room and handed the doctor some paperwork.

"Well, the test results just came back in, and you are in fact pregnant Y/n. We will need to get you started on some prenatal vit…." Her voice drowned out as everything went fuzzy.

Pregnant?

This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.

You were pregnant.

And Hotch, your stern, strict, bossy untit chief.

He was the father.

***

October 2, 2010

Four days. It had been four days. Four days since your world came crashing down.

Since you found out you were pregnant.

You wanted to be excited. You had always wanted to be a mom.

Not like this though. Definitely not like this.

Because you had to tell your boss that you were pregnant with your baby. And that you were not giving it up.

You couldn't.

Penny knew. You told her as soon as you got back. She was the only one. She just didn't know who the father was.

But she was begging you to just tell the father. Ot was obviously eating you alive.

Morgan and Prentiss even began noticing your lack of engagement. And even though it had only been 4 days, they still noticed.

Stupid profilers.

You decided to just rip off the bandaid. You waited until everyone left the office, knowing he would stay after. You slowly made your way up to his office after Reid finally left.

You gently knocked on his door, hearing a soft come in. You walked in and took a seat across from his desk and waited for him to acknowledge you.

"What can I do for you y/l/n?" He asks after looking up from his paperwork.

"Um, I need to talk to you. It's important, Hotch." He sets down his pen and folds his hands together in front of him. His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

"Okay, what's up?" He asks, brows still furrowed.

"T-there really isn't a good way to say this." Your voice shakes as tears spring to your eyes. Hotch's expression grows worried.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asks quickly.

"Yeah. I think so. Um but, I just need you to not freak out okay?" He nods and you take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. "I'm pregnant." You say. Hotch nods along in understanding but looks confused, wondering why he would freak out. Until it hits him. That night. That drunk night. "Y-you're the father." You day softly, in case he didn't realize.

His face is frozen, showing no emotion at all. He takes a deep breath before evening his mouth. Just to shut it again. It takes him a few minutes to speak.

"Pregnant? As in-" you cut him off.

"Pregnant Aaron. I'm pregnant." Your voice is soft and he just nods. You both sit in silence before Hotch stands up and begins pacing back and forth muttering to himself.

"Hotch?" You say hesitantly.

"Hmm?" He asks, stopping for a moment.

"Can you say something? Plese?" You begged. He only said one thing.

"What the hell happened?"

* * *

October 9, 2010

A week later you were sitting in the waiting room of your new obgyn's office. Hotch sat beside you, rubbing his thumb over his fist. Your knee bounced up and down nervously as you sat and waited for the lady to call you back.

"Y/n Y/l/n?" She finally calls and you and Hotch follow her back to a room where you wait in awkward silence once again.

The doctor finally comes in 20 minutes later with a smile and warm welcome.

"Alright, so miss Y/l/n are you and your husband ready to see the baby?" She asks after going over the technical stuff.

"Oh, um no he's not we're not-" he speaks at the same time, stuttering just as much.

"I'm not her, you see its complicated." She just laughs and nods in understanding.

"Oh don't worry, I get it. We get couples like you guys all the time." You ignore her comment and watch as she gets the stuff for the ultrasound. She rubs the ointment on your stomach and it's freezing to say the least. You wince at the cold and subconsciously grab Hotch's hand, squeezing it as you wait for her to show you the picture.

A faint beating is heard and she looks at you both with a smile.

"That's the heartbeat." She tells you and you feel Hotch squeeze your hand as a smile breaks out on your face. "Would you like to see your baby?" She asks and you mod vigorously.

She points to a little bean on the screen and you gasp lightly, as tears spring to your eyes.

You looked at Hotch and he stared at the screen, a soft smile adorning his face. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. You hoped your baby was just as beautiful as him.

You quickly shook your head of these thoughts as you turned and desperately tried to focus on the doctor's words.

There was no way you were attracted to your boss.

There was absolutely no way you could ever be attracted to your boss.

Right?

* * *

November 26, 2010

Thanksgiving, your favorite time of year. You all gathered at Rossi's, a feats prepared before you. Fall decorations surrounded the room alongside the sound of laughter.

If only you could enjoy it.

If only you weren't worried for them all finding out.

You and Hotch had discussed not telling the team shortly after your first ultrasound. They didn't need to know until they really needed to know.

Which may have been sooner than you though considering the growing bump and the constant urge to throw up.

Rossi broke you away from your thoughts as he called you all to the dinner table. You all sat down, smiling and laughing along to Morgan's awful jokes and Garcia's teasing. While you all waited for Rossi to bring in the turkey, the topic moved to relationships and somehow the focus landed on you.

"So Y/n, what about you baby girl? Got anyone special?" He jokes raising his eyebrows up and down. You giggled awkwardly avoiding Hotch's obvious gaze.

"Um no, I-I dont. What about-" your voice cut off as you got a whiff of Rossi's turkey as he walked into the room. You suddenly stood up not being able to hold anything down anymore. "Oh god-" you ran from the room straight to the bathroom, Hotch following soon behind to hold your hair back.

He rubbedd your back softly as he whispered soothing words as you puke your guts out.

As soon as you finished you quickly washed up and Hotch walked back out with you.

"Y/n, you okay?" Prentiss asks, sending you a worried glance.

"Mhmm, fine." You turn slightly as you sit down and JJ gasps. Your eyes shoot to her and you know she knows.

"No way." She says softly. "No way!" She says a bit louder. You look at Hotch worridly and you know that now JJ knows everything. "No way." She says one more time after seeing the look you sent Hotch.

Everyone looks confused before you sigh and take a deep breath.

"There is no way that you are pregnant!" JJ says and you look shyly at your plate.

"Well…" you trailed off and the whole table erupts. Questions begin flying about when and how long and who the father was. You glanced at Hotch again and they all shut up, adorning the same look JJ had on her face.

"Before you all freak out, just know we were very drunk, and we barely remember what happened. But uh, I am pregnant and Hotch is the father." You look down shamefully and you can see Hotch does too. Though why, you're not sure.

The team just stares at you wide eyed.

One stupid question going through their mind.

The only question anyone can seem to ask.

What the hell happened?

* * *

December 17, 2010

Another month goes by and you and Hotch are close. You have become friends, good friends. You joke and you tease and you mess with each other. But he's also caring and sweet and sincere.

He takes care of you and he comforts you.

And he fucking confuses you.

Noone ever told you that when you're pregnant you're emotional. That your feelings are all mixed up. That you want to cry all the fucking time.

But apparently, that's a normal thing, according to your doctor.

But is it a normal thing to start growing feelings for the man that is both your baby daddy and your boss? You're not really sure.

Which is why you decide to just ignore Hotch and push him away.

In your emotional state of mind, it was your only choice. Admittedly it was hard considering he had insisted you stay with him until the baby was born.

So here you sat, curled up in the guest bed, crying because you can't get a hold of yourself.

You check the time and it's about 2am when you hear a knock on the door. It slowly opens and Hotch walks in, worried look on his face.

"Hey, hey, hey. Honey, what's wrong?" The word slipped from him before he could stop it, but you barely noticed through your crying.

"I-I don't- hotch what are we gonna do?" You ask desperately for an answer. Suddenly all of your insecurities hit you like a brick and you start rambling. "I mean, we aren't together, I'm pregnant, we're having a baby. We work so much! When will we have time to watch our kid? And we don't live together so our kid will have to grow up switching back and forth from houses. And hotch I had to do that, I can't do that to my kid." Your breathing grows rapid and Hotch tries to calm you down.

"Y/n, I need you to breathe. Breathe honey. Just breathe with me." You match your breathing to his and slowly begin to calm down. It isn't until your completely calm do you realize that he has his arm around you, you pressed into his side. One hand clutches his shirt while he shushes your cries.

"I know it's scary. But we'll figure it out. It will be okay. We will figure it all out." He says soothingly, running his hand through your hair as your sobs subside.

This was going to be such a long pregnancy.

* * *

January 22, 2011

Soon enough it was time for one of the most exciting moments of your life. Finding you the gender of your baby. You were showing quite a bit now and you were so excited to figure out what your baby was going to be.

You both sat in the office, like you did at the first ultrasound.

You got called back quickly and only twenty minutes later your doctor was asking you if you wanted to know the gender..

You nodded vigorously and Hotch chuckled at your reaction.

“I just want to know. I’m so impatient I think it would kill me not knowing.” You say with a smile stretching across your face. Aaron, as he has insisted you call him many, many times, grabs your hand and holds it tightly.

You wait with baited breath as the nurse spreads gel across your bump and begins looking at the monitor. She smiles softly and turns to you.

“Your baby is very healthy, which I know you are happy to hear.” She takes a pause for a moment. “I am very happy to share with you that you will be having a baby boy.” You feel Aaron squeeze your hand as tears fill your eyes. You can hardly believe it, a baby boy.

You let out a watery chuckle as Aaron leans down and presses a kiss to your stomach. Your heart soars and you don’t know if it's butterflies or nausea that flutters in your stomach. Maybe both.

But that’s a discovery for another day. For now you celebrate with your boss, the baby boy you will have in only a few short months.

* * *

February 14, 2011

Unfortunately the bubble of happiness could only last for so long. When Hotch informed you that you would be benched from this moment on, you were extremely, well frustrated. You understood why, of course.

But it left you with days and days of bordem and uncertainty for your team.

You knew this wasn’t good for the baby, so you needed to find a hobby, something to distract you that you could very well end up raising a child yourself if a case went wrong. Worrying about Aaron this much was new to you, and a very unwelcome feeling when so many other feelings flooded your mind about this man.

To distract yourself you decided that cooking and baking was the way to go. You had asked Rossi for some recipes before they left for the most recent case and you had decided to make food for Aaron the night he got back, especially because it was the week of Valentines.

Of course you had not been planning a romantic dinner. Rather a thank you for not leaving and for being so supportive in such a weird situation.

He called to let you know they would be flying back the day of Valentines, and you were ecstatic. It was perfect. You had begun the recipe in the early evening, serving a special pasta with some delicious brownies you had made on your baking adventure the past week. You put the food in the oven so that it would stay warm and poured Aaron some whisky before heading to the sink to wash some dishes.

Aaron is welcomed home by the smell of dinner and the woman carrying his child humming while doing dishes. He isn’t able to hide his smile, and his heart beats out of his chest at the domestity of the situation. He watched you for a moment before making his presence known.

“Hey.” He says softly as he enters the kitchen. You turn to him with a smile.

“Hey, Happy Valentine’s Day.” You grab a rag and dry your hands. “I made dinner.”

“Smells delicious. One of Rossi’s?” He asks and you giggle as you pull dinner from the oven.

“Yeah, I don’t trust anyone else other than the Italian chef himself.” Aaron chuckles and tries to help you move evrything to the table.

“Let me help, you’ve been on your feet way to long anyways.” You roll your eyes but let him help nonetheless.

Dinner was a nice affair. It was quiet, but not awkward, more peaceful than anything. For some strange reading however, you found yourself staring at Aaron quite often. His features illuminated in the dim lighting of the kitchen, and despite the tiredness so obvious on his face, he looked quite handsome.

It stole your breath, realizing how long you had been staring and you quickly looked away.

You shook your head in disbelief, blaming the pounding of your heart and the heat on your face on pregnancy hormones.

But really, how much longer would that excuse work?

* * *

March 27, 2011

The day started out like any other. You had however woken up, a bit more tired than usual, back aching. Your feet were swollen, and you felt too huge to even sit up.

One of those days you supposed. You grumpily got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom to start your morning routine.

Hotch was doing the same in his own room, unbeknownst to you however, he was thinking about you. How you should be in his room, waking in his bed.

His feelings had grown extraordinarily since the news of your pregnancy. But it’s to be expected, hormones are flying, you’ve been living together, so many intimate and domestic moments. It was bound to happen.

He wonders often if you are pushing the feelings away like he is. Are you feeling it too? Are you pretend inf it’s not there? Are you imaging the family you could be if you two were together? All of these were questions Hotch constantly asked himself.

If only he had the courage to talk to you about this. If only he could-

“Aaron!” His thoughts are cut off by yoir voice yelling his name from your room. “Aaron!” He’s leaving his bathroom in an instant, he swings open your door so fast you think it might fly off the hinges.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He begins panicking as he looks you over. “Is it the baby? Honey, what’s wrong?” You calm him down by placing your hand over his.

You draw him closer by his wrist and press his open palm to your stomach.

“What are you-?” He begins asking but quickly shuts his mouth when he feels it. A small thump. Barely there, but noticeable enough.

It’s his son.

He’s kicking.

Hotch stares at his hand on your bump as the baby kicks harder right in his palm.

“He knows it’s you.” You whisper. Aaron looks up at your face, tears gathering in his eyes. He brings himself to his knees, eye level with your baby bump.

“Hi buddy.” Another kick.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a giggle.

“I read somewhere that it’s good to talk to the baby, it helps the baby realize who you are.” Makes sense. He places both hands on your belly.

“It’s your dad.” You smile widely at his words. “I just want to say hi, and that we can’t wait to meet you.” Another kick.

“Keep talking.” You murmur.

“Uh, I- I can’t wait to see you. I can’t wait to hold you and take care of you. Your mama has been holding you for so long I think it might be my turn.” Hotch chuckles and so do you. “We love you buddy.” He presses a lasting kiss to your stomach before standing and grabbing both of your hands.

“He’s kicking.” Aaron says and you smile, nodding as a tear escapes your eye. His hand reaches up to swipe it away, the soft pad of his thumb rubbing your cheek gently. You're so close together, you see him lean in slightly closer, your lips close. You can feel his breath fan you face. And just as you lean in, lips almost meeting-

A shrill ring brings you both out of your trance. You move away from each other quickly and Aaron takes a moment to compose himself before answering his phone.

“Hotchner.” He says, his voice gruff as you try to collect yourself. What just happened?

You were going to kiss. He was going to kiss you, your boss, your baby daddy, the man you have grown to care for was going to kiss you.

You didn’t think you could really blame this feeling on pregnancy hormones anymore.

“Hey.” Aarons soft voice stops your thoughts and you turn to face him.

“Yeah?”

“That was JJ, we have a case.” You nod.

“Of course, I’ll uh, I’ll see you soon then. Let me know when you guys land.” He nods, leans in, pressing a kiss to your cheek and takes his leave.

And you stand in the middle of your room, with feelings you can no longer push away. Feelings that are very much there and that, apparently always have been.

* * *

April 19, 2011

Another month passes and the moment when the baby was kicking is not spoken about. Of course there are plenty more times where the baby kicks and Aaron wants to know about it, but other than that the topic is avoided.

He has however, been acting strangely. You can’t quite figure out what it is, but he is softer around you, even more so than before. He is caring, meeting we’ve need you have, whether it would be driving to the store in the middle of the night for a craving or reading you a story on the couch. Like you are doing now.

Your head rested on his shoulder while he read to you softly from the novel in his hands.

His gruff voice swarms your mind like honey, and the warmth from his body lulls you to sleep.

It isn’t quite a deep sleep, but you are just so damn comfortable curled up with him.

Aaron swears he will wake you soon, but for now he rearranged himself so he is laying on the couch, an arm thrown around you. He grabs a blanket, and wraps you up so you are warm.

He swears he will wake you up.

He promises himself.

But alas, he falls asleep circled around your protectively. He was just too caught up mesmerizing the features of your face to realize quite Joel’s tired he had been.

He awakens with a soft jolt the next morning. It’s enough to jolst you, but you are quick to murmur softly and fall back to sleep. Aaron waits with bated breath for you to begin softly snoring before he looks down at you.

Sunlight streams through the windows and shines on your face, making you look almost angelic to Aaron. He smiles slightly, and presses his hand to your protruding belly. He speaks softly to the baby, whispering words of love and care and that’s what tou wake up to.

You don’t want to disturb the peaceful air, or interrupt Aaron so you pretend to sleep, making sure your breath is even as to not give you away.

“You are going to have a great mom.” You hear his say. “She’s so strong, and brave, and beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking.” You fight to keep the blush from your face. “And I love you both so much.” Your breath hitches slightly b ur it’s enough for Aaron to notice. He holds his breath and thinks you just shifted in your sleep. He decided to take his leave, standing slowly and leaning down above you.

“I love you sweetheart.” He murmurs and presses a kiss to your hairline before making his way to his room to get ready for the day.

He loves you.

He loves YOU.

And yeah, you definitely, stupidly, one hundred percent love him too.

* * *

May 5, 2011

It’s been almost a month since Aaron had whispered those three words to what he had thought was your sleeping form. It had been a month since you had last spoken to him properly with awkwardness in the air. It had been a month since you had let him near you other than reasons for the baby.

And Hotch was pained. He was physically pained by you pulling away. It hurt more than he could describe because he didn't know what he had done.

Had he offended you? Had he hurt you in some way? He hadn’t the slightest idea.

Meanwhile you had been stewing on even more than the confusing feelings. Like how were you going to work with an infant at home? How were you and Hotch going to live? Would it be together?

Everything from that first time Aaron had found you crying came crashing back. That was the last time you had pulled away from him so much, and at the time the problems seemed solvable, but now, now they were here. The due date was a month away and you felt completely helpless.

Aaron was done with the avoidance however, and on a particularly bad day (dealing with Strauss), he came home angry.

Your avoidance only made things worse.

“What is your problem?” He demanded after you brushed him off. You were stunned, but figured he would have said something sooner rather than later.

“I-“ you could say what you really wanted to say. “I just don’t know what we are going to do!” Your voice raised slightly and Aaron rolled his eyes.

“This again? Really?” Hotch was beyond pissed. He knew he shouldn’t be taking it out on you, your feelings here were valid, but he couldn’t seem to get past the blinding rage in front of him.

“Oh I’m so sorry that I’m burdening you with my issues.” You say sarcastically.

“I work all day and come home to complaining. Of course you're burdening.” His words hit deep and you turn away from him.

“What do you care! You don’t have to listen! It’s not like we are in a relationship!” That strikes him deep. Especially because he knows how much he loves you.

“Thank god.” He murmurs and tears prick your yes.

“If I’m that damn bad I will gladly leave Aaron!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” You stomp off, not knowing how the conversation had escalated so quickly. You slam your door shut and crumple to the ground in a fit of tears. Why had you said that? Why had he said that?

What had happened, and why did it happen so quickly?

Aarons heart clenched as he heard your sobs from the kitchen. Sometimes he hates his stubborn and stony nature. He was being rediculous, taking out his frustrations on you for no reason. And calling you a burden.

“Dammit.” Aaron murmurs before making his way back to your room. He knocks hesitantly. “Y/n?” He calls and you try to silence your cries.

He opens the door slowly and takes a look at your broken state. He falls to his knees and quickly pulls you into your arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” He says and you continue crying into his shoulder. “I should have said any of that. Strauss was on my ass all day and I just, I’m sorry.” He says and you nod in understanding through your tears.

“I just, I-“ you hiccup and Aaron shushes you, cradling your head against his chest.

“I’ve got you. Let it out. I’ve got you sweetheart.” The term of endearment warms your heart, but you continue crying. Because you love the man who is holding you, but you don’t know how to tell him.

You know you will work out plans and how to live and how to work. But how on earth will you figure out doing all of it with the man you love? Especially when he doesn’t even know.

* * *

June 11, 2011

The day the baby comes is hectic, but also very calm. On a rare day at the office, you had decided to pop in for a visit.

“Hey mama, what are you doin in here?” Derek welcomes you with a hug.

“Just wanted to visit my favorite profilers.” You say as JJ notices you and also greets you with a hug. Soon the whole team is gathered around Derek’s desk, catching up and gossiping about office drama.

Aaron dooms comes out of his office and notcices the crowd.

“Y/n?” He asks and you send him a small smile and wave. “What are you doing here? You should be on bed rest.” You roll your eyes as your team mates chuckle.

“Oh hush I’m fine. Besides, I was going stir crazy in that apartment.” You laugh along with the team and even Aaron gives a small smirk.

“Fine, but please take it easy.” Hotch leans forward pressing a kiss to your forehead, shocking you in the process. You knew he loved you, but you had never thought he would show it like that in front of the team.

Although, your thoughts quickly change when a searing pain shoots through your back.

“Agh!” You exclaim lightly and all heads swivel to tou.

“You okay sweets?” Garcia asks rubbing you back, but you wince.

“Um… I-“ you can’t for a word before water gushed between you legs.

“Oh my god.” Reid mutters.

“Oh my god.” Rossi shouts.

“Oh my god!!” The girls squeal. You look right into Aaron’s eyes and he grabs your hand.

“Oh my god.” You say. “My water just broke.” Your voice is trained as another contraction shoots through your body and suddenly everyone is moving and running.

The next thing you know you are in a car being rushed to the hospital.

“Just deep breaths Y/n. Big deep breaths.” Reid encourages from the passenger seat. Morgan’s driving and Aaron is gripping your hand in the backseat.

“Tell me that one more time Reid! I fucking dare you!” He flinches at your words but knows it’s just because of the pain. You are quickly rushed from your vehicle to a room once arriving at the hospital.

Hotch is the only one with you as your contractions hit quicker and quicker than before.

The doctor is in the room sooner than you are ready for and everything seems to be happening too fast. You turn to Aarona me find him staring right at you.

“Aaron, I’m scared.” You whisper, but he hears you nonetheless.

“I know, but I’m here. Just a little longer and we get to meet out baby boy.” His words encourage you. The doctor tells you it’s time to push and the. Your pushing with all your might.

“You’re doing so well honey.” Aaron allows you to squeeze his hand as you yell out in pain. “So proud of you.” You push and push, sweat gathering on your forehead.

You’re panting and you’re tired and you’re crying, but the whole world stops when that cry fills the air. You don’t even realize it’s over, until the doctor is placing your healthy baby boy in your arms.

“Hi baby.” You coo at the newborn. “My sweet sweet boy. It is so good to meet you.” Tears leak from your eyes as your exhausted body sinks into the bed. Aaron stands behind you, and arm wrapped above the top of the bed.

“He’s beautiful.” He murmurs. “I’m so proud of you, look at our boy.” He’s so happy he can barely contain himself.

“Aaron?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to hold your son?” You ask and look up at him.

“Yes.” He whispers and takes the delicate baby from your hand. “Get some rest sweetheart, we’ll be here when you wake up.” You nod and smile, falling asleep to the sight of Aaron and your precious baby boy.

* * *

You wake hours later, your key slumped and groggy from the extraneous activities that filled your morning. The team is gathered in the corner taking turns cooing at the baby. They leave one by one, not realizing you are awake.

You watch as Aaron bounces the baby in his arms.

“You’re only a few hours old and you are already so loved.” He walks over and take a aseat in the chair by your bed. “You are so beautiful, just like your mama. I love you both so much.” You’re taken back to that first moment, when the baby first kicked. How Aaron was so delicate when he spoke to your child. How he told the baby how much he already loved him.

“You know, I don’t think I ever would have realized how much I love your mama if it wasn’t for you.” Aaron says and you smile despite your façade of sleeping.

“I probably wouldn’t have realized either.” You say, startling Aaron for a moment. He readjusts the baby in his arms and stares at you for a moment.

“What?”

“I love you Aaron.” You smile at his shocked expression. “I think I always have.” He sitter for a second before carefully handing your boy. Once held in your grasp, Aaron leans over and places his lips firmly against yours. You smile as pieces click into place in the most chiche ways. You love this man with all of your heart, and he you.

“I love you. And I love your child, and I will love you both for the rest of my life.” You smile tiredly and peck his lips one more time before adverting your attention to the infant in your arms.

“We need a name.” You say softly and Aaron nods.

“How about Jack?” He suggests and you love it already.

“It’s perfect. Jack David Hotchner.” You say and Aaron laughs.

“Daves gonna have a field day with that.” You giggle and press your lips to Aarons again.

“God I love you.” He says and you nod.

“I love you too.”

The end <3

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rayslittlekitten · 2 years ago

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Distraction

A/N: So a while back in a discord discussion, the idea of Benny nailing someone shorter than him and literally having them on their tip toes somehow got brought up and I took the challenge. This went a bit in a different direction that I had initially thought it would, but I'm happy with how this came out. This takes place after Triple Frontier. Thank you @lovebarefootblonde for taking a look at this for me!

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Benny Miller x F! Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Plot: A hot quickie turns into a vulnerable moment for Benny.

Contains: sex (P in V), bathroom sex, size kink, angst, comfort, allusions to canon events

One of the disadvantages of being shorter than Benny is that sometimes it can get tricky when you're both in a spontaneous mood and in an inconvenient place to get frisky.

"Can you like, tip toe up a bit--"

"Benny, if I tried, I'd literally be on my toes like a fucking ballerina," you whisper loudly, trying to look back at him. "And I ain't no ballerina."

You and Benny are over at Will's place for a small get-together. It would be the first time you're meeting some of his friends. Up until this point, you've only heard about them so it was nice to finally put some faces to their names.

Benny's been sending you sexy texts throughout the gathering and the exchange got a little too hot so he pulled you into the bathroom for a quickie. You're bent over the bathroom counter, with your dress hiked up to your waist and your panties pushed to the side and your boyfriend is squatting down lower to try to penetrate you.

"I can't fucking do this," Benny mumbles. "My thighs are giving out."

You figured with all the squats and burpees he does all the time, this would be one of the reasons they would pay off.

"What the hell, Ben?" you huff.

"I've got an idea."

Benny grabs the back of one of your knees and hoists it up so half your body is on the counter and you're spread out on the edge. Your other leg is practically dangling and you're balancing yourself on the tip of your shoe to prevent yourself from falling. There's only so much counter space you can hold on to. Benny tries again and you stifle a moan when you feel him successfully slip himself inside you to the hilt.

"Shh, we gotta be quiet. Will's going to lose it if he finds out we're fucking in his bathroom," Benny reminds you.

He grips your hips and holds you in place on the counter before carefully moving in and out of you, testing the sturdiness of the position. You bite your bottom lip, feeling him fill you up over and over again, but you need more. It's been a month since you've seen your boyfriend and missed him. The details were vague, but he took a trip with his brother and some friends. It was supposed to only be a few days, but he told you that whatever he was doing was going to take a little more time before he could come home. You were worried, but knew that if he was with Will, he would be okay. His big brother always looks out for him.

It's clear he missed you too because when he came home, all he wanted to do was fuck you. You've only been dating for about a few months and are still very much in the honeymoon phase so that's not surprising. You very much enjoy sex with him, but there was something different since he got back. He seems a bit distant and distracted.

In fact, at the party, there were times where the ambience in the room seemed to be a bit somber. You heard the name "Tom" quietly thrown around a few times but don't know much about him except that he's a friend of the group and Benny looked up to him, but anytime you tried to ask Benny about it, he said everything was fine or would change the subject.

Benny punches his hips into you, causing the edge of the counter to dig into the top of your leg. You yelp when your head bangs against the vanity mirror.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry," Benny apologizes quietly and eases up on the thrust. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you nod and put a hand against the mirror to gain some control.

Benny starts moving again, gentler this time. You can sense him struggling to hold back. You don't always have rough sex and understand you can get carried away in the moment, but he's been favoring it much more these days. You try to push back in your limited position, but it's just throwing off his rhythm. You happen to glance up at the mirror and see Benny's reflection. His eyes are closed with knitted brows and he's concentrating. On what, you're not exactly sure. Controlling his strokes? On holding off his orgasm? Imagining someone else?

"Benny," you call out for him. "Look at me.”

His eyes spring open and make eye contact with your reflection.

“You’re with me, right?” You ask.

“Yeah, of course,” he answers.

”Sorry, I’m just trying to get you off first,” he admits. “But I promise I’m here, with you.”

He leans in and leaves a quick kiss on your cheek before going back to fucking you, watching your face in the mirror as he moves in and out of you.

“Fuck…” you pant. “Fuck me, Benny.”

You see his eyes go dark and he starts drilling into you. You squeal but quickly catch yourself. Benny pulls your hips back a little to change the angle and you feel the edge of the counter rubbing against your clit through your underwear as he thrusts into you.

You press your hips against the counter to get better stimulation. Benny finds your spot and starts poking it with the head of his cock. You’re getting dizzy from all this, as your orgasm is quickly building.

“Harder,” you tell him.

“You sure?” He asks, still looking at you through the mirror.

You nod. “I’m so close.”

“Remember you gotta keep quiet,” he reminds you.

You nod.

He plants both of his hands on the counter on either side of you and starts pounding you hard. Pounding that’s going to leave bruises on your hip bones. You swear the thin bathroom wall is rattling along with the cup and toothbrush sitting on the counter every time Benny shoves himself into you. You hope no one outside can hear anything.

The tension in your gut is tightening and without warning, snaps. Your jaw drops open and you let out a silent scream as your orgasm floods your body. Benny’s own release follows shortly as he grunts into your ear. As you both ride out the tail end of your climax, Benny relaxes his body over yours while catching his breath with his face in the crook of your neck.

You reach up and run your hand through his sweaty hair. He pulls away from his hiding spot and glances over at you in the mirror, looking over your shoulder with a chunk of hair draping over his eye.

“You okay?” You ask him.

He nods and he almost subtly nudges your ear with the tip of his nose before kissing your shoulder. He pulls out of you and you both clean yourselves up. When it sounds like the coast is clear outside the door, you reach for the doorknob but Benny pulls you in for a hug. He holds you close and tight against his body. You sense him quietly crying against your shoulder, hunched over. You don’t say anything and simply reach up to stroke the back of his head, massaging your fingertips into his scalp and letting him release whatever has been eating up inside of himself.

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radiant-reid · 4 years ago

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Love/Hate Island

Chapter 1

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Spencer Reid's decision to conceal the breakup with his girlfriend of two years becomes a problem when Rossi orders him to bring her to his new Long Island mansion on a week-long vacation with the team. Can their relationship be fixed? Do they want it to be?

Summary: Spencer's lies, both by omission and outright, become an immediate issue. A call to his ex-girlfriend, asking for a favor, plays out better than he expected

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: swearing | tiny sexual allusion

Word Count: 2.6k

A/n: I have no impulse control posting this... I’m just too excited

Spencer decided after 1 week that he was over it. He read studies, like usual, they suggested it took anywhere from 21 days to 11 weeks to 3 and a half months, to half the time you were with that person- in Spencer's case, 1 year- but Spencer was never average.

It took the average student 8.2 years to complete a doctorate degree, with a bachelor's degree in the same subject. Spencer had gotten two in 4 years while also getting two additional BAs (4 years, on average, of study each)

So he didn't think it odd that he was able to cram his grieving into 7 days. It was useful. It meant he could properly focus on the case that the BAU had 5 days after the breakup.

No one noticed- a fact he was grateful for after he tried to make it inconspicuous. That did mean not telling the team about it. Not Derek, or JJ, or Emily, or Penelope. Not a single one of them knew. He went on like normal, possibly- although he'd never admit it- compartmentalizing the unbearably upsetting event.

So yeah, he was over it. He barely thought about it. Those two years were pushed out of his brain.

It wasn't even on his mind that Wednesday afternoon, 6 weeks after the breakup.

"Everybody, I've got an announcement." Rossi dramatically spoke once the team had hauled themselves into the round table room. Hotch was absent, but it wasn't close to his birthday, so it couldn't be about a surprise party. Garcia, practically jumping up and down next to him, obviously already knew. She always knew everything, apart from Spencer's breakup. A fact he was inwardly smug about.

Spencer wasn't sure where it was going, but he felt slightly uneasy about the whole thing.

"I've brought a new mansion in Long Island, and I'm throwing a little house warming party," Rossi revealed, looking around the table to catch their reactions. It didn't sound too bad to Spencer, spending a weekend at Rossi's. He loved the team, and they were always good fun. "Hotch has already approved for us to all have a week off, so no excuses." He continued.

Spencer's enthusiasm was dwindling as he thought of his ex-girlfriend. Intelligently, and because he knew it was a complete lie, when Y/n's name first came up after the breakup, he told them she was in New York.

She was in New York for work, he wasn't sure how long she spent there, but he knew she went there after the breakup for a criminal trial.

Spencer watched as JJ and Emily hugged Rossi, congratulating and thanking him.

"Will and Henry are invited, too," Rossi told JJ. That did make Spencer more excited. "Hotch is bringing Jack. You can all bring someone." He announced to the group.

Spencer gulped, preparing to lie and say Y/n was visiting family. Honestly, he had no idea where she'd been for the last 4 weeks.

"Reid, you've got to bring Y/n. We haven't seen her in weeks." Rossi's eyes flicked to the youngest person in the room.

Shit, now he was in trouble. "Oh, um, Y/n might have a heavy caseload," Spencer spoke as he tried to keep his tone even. He figured they would understand, often missing things due to their jobs.

While the BAU caught the criminals, Y/n prosecuted or defended them. It was how they came to know each other. Hotch, when he was an attorney, was her mentor while she was still in law school. Once she finished and was living in DC, they kept in touch, and she met Spencer. They didn't start dating until after Haley died, odd how death brought people together. Y/n was spending more time with Jack which led to her in the office a few times while Spencer was there.

"We haven't seen her in, what, a month?" Emily asked, tipping her head to the side like she was suggesting something else was going on.

Her guess was two weeks out from the truth, but Spencer wasn't about to correct her.

"Where are you keeping her, Spence?" JJ asked, joining in on the interrogation.

Morgan just chuckled as he looked at Spencer's blushing cheeks.

Feeling like he was under the spotlight, Spencer snapped. "Fine, she'll come." He said it without thinking. Only after realizing he was going to have to backtrack somehow.

"Perfect." Rossi hummed, a smile on his lips. It annoyed Spencer how much the team liked Y/n. That was another reason he didn't tell them he thought they'd take his side. "We're taking the jet in a week" Rossi held up one finger to punctuate his point.

Spencer tried to push it out of his mind for the rest of the day, determined to finish his paperwork so he could go home early.

It was just before 5 when he took a few files to Hotch's office.

"Hotch, these are from the South Carolina case," Spencer announced after knocking on the door.

Hotch looked up from his desk, pen still in hand, meeting Spencer's eyes. The intense stare made him gulp, worried Hotch knew something. Knew about his little secret.

"Here's fine, Reid," Hotch said, tapping a pile on the cluttered but organized desk. Spencer nodded, placing the files down and ready to scurry out of the room. "I was talking to Y/n earlier." He mentioned, voice even-toned. Spencer froze where he was standing, palms starting to sweat. He tried to regulate his breathing, but it wasn't working.

Hotch was such a good profiler he was able to remain completely neutral. It meant Spencer couldn't determine whether or not he knew.

Spencer attempted to do the same thing, but it didn't work. "Oh?" In his own tone, he could hear the nervousness.

"She said you hadn't told her about Rossi's yet," Hotch explained, face still stoic.

Spencer wasn't sure whether to lie and potentially get caught out or not. "Oh, my phone's dead." That wasn't a lie. To accentuate his point, he held up the flat phone.

As he stood under Hotch's stare, he felt incredibly sorry for Jack. That kid would never be able to sneak out of the house. And if he did, he'd crack the next day when Hotch asked how he'd slept.

Hotch nodded sharply. "Oh." He said, still Spencer couldn't work out if he knew. "I'm sure she'll be able to come now that she's finishing up in Pittsburg tomorrow." So that's where she was.

Spencer realized that must have meant Y/n hadn't told Hotch they'd broken up, despite how close she was to his Unit Cheif.

"I bet you missed her," Hotch commented, ripping Spencer out of his overthinking.

Spencer forced himself to nod, plastering a smile on his face. "Yeah, but it's similar to being apart when I'm on cases." He lied, hoping Hotch wouldn't notice.

"Still, you should go home and call her," Hotch said sympathetically. Spencer always felt nervous around Hotch, like the cliche of how he was supposed to react around Y/n's father. Hotch, he knew, was much scarier.

Spencer nodded again, smiling more happily. "Yeah, I will." Lie.

"Good." Hotch didn't notice. Maybe he was blinded by his father-like affection for Y/n. "I'm really proud of her." He commented absentmindedly.

Spencer replied without missing a beat. "Me too." He didn't have to lie that time.

"Goodnight, Spencer." Hotch farewelled him.

"Goodnight, sir," Spencer replied before leaving the room. Once he was outside, he took a deep breath, immediately relaxing. He touched a hand to his cheek, hoping it wasn't too hot. It was. He just hoped Hotch figured it was in adoration of his ex-girlfriend.

Spencer raced to grab his messenger bag, walking out of the building as quickly as he could. He thought the entire way to the metro. Even the whole train ride where he usually read, subsequently receiving odd looks from strangers, who assumed he was skipping books around Quantum mechanics.

Finally, once he was back in his new apartment, he felt like he could breathe again.

Getting around the address line on his personal information form was something he figured would be challenging. It wasn't. He simply brought Garcia a new mug. Telling her it was waiting in the kitchen, with her favorite tea in it, was enough of a distraction for him to change the detail.

Unsure of why he was doing it, Spencer plugged in his phone to charge. It wasn't exactly like he wanted to call Y/n. But he was now in a complicated position. Y/n knew. Spencer now knew she knew. Spencer didn't know if Y/n knew that he knew. His head was a mess.

He didn't have the chance to decide if he was going to call when his phone rang. Y/n's ringtone. The ringtone she set the first night they slept together, insisting he needed to know when it was her calling. Spencer hadn't forgotten about it, but he didn't know how to change it, and he couldn't exactly ask Garcia.

After sucking in a sharp breath, reassuring himself he was completely over her, he answered the call.

"Y/n." Without seeing her, it was a lot easier to maintain a Hotch-like tone.

"Spencer fucking Reid." She answered, tone dripping with disdain. Disdain for him. "Why did I get a call from my favorite member of the BAU, that would be Aaron, that I'm invited to Rossi's new mansion with you?" She asked, clearly mad at him.

Spencer smirked smugly. "Oh, well, that would be because you are." He sarcastically answered, determined to piss her off as much as he could. In hindsight, it wasn't a good idea. After all, he needed a favor from her and a pretty big one at that.

"Great, thank you so much, Genius." She replied just as sarcastically before her voice changed back to angry. "Why does he think we're still in a relationship?"

"Oh, right." Spencer played it dumb. "That would be because I didn't tell anyone we broke up." He replied, trying to sound confident.

He could imagine Y/n throwing her arms up in the air, feeling like she was fighting a losing battle with him. "Could you maybe explain why that was? Because the last time we talked about our relationship, we both agreed it was over." She kept her tone just as hateful, but she wasn't yelling.

Spencer wasn't exactly sure how to explain it. He definitely wasn't about to tell her the truth. He was about to say it never came up, but he respected her more than that. "I know it's over. I just didn't want to tell them?" He said like it was a question, voice jumping up an octave.

"Well, that's really unhelpful because now Aaron thinks we're still together," Y/n replied quickly, determined not to let him beat her.

"Okay, so, why didn't you tell Hotch we weren't dating?" Spencer quipped cleverly.

The silence was enough to tell him she didn't have a good enough answer. Still, she spat one out. "That was your responsibility. You work with him."

"You've known him longer," Spencer argued. Despite the fact he needed a favor, something about her infuriated him.

"Seriously, Spencer, this is so stupid. Just, please, let me get on with my life." She begged. Spencer could tell there was something sad in her tone.

He didn't press her on it, not wanting to give her the illusion he cared and not willing to stoop as low as to tease her. He did, however, beg. "Come with me, please."

Y/n huffed into the phone, verbally expressing her contempt. "Why? Why can't you just tell them we broke up?"

Spencer was smart enough to dodge the question. "Jack's coming." He attempted to persuade her. "I'm sure you've not seen him or Hotch since you've been in Pittsburg." He continued smugly. While he knew it was morally wrong to guilt-trip her, he did so anyway, absolutely trying to avoid telling the team of their split.

Before he could keep going, Y/n cut him off. "How do you know about Pittsburg?" She demanded. Before he could reply, she figured it out, still as sharp as ever. "Aaron."

"Mmhm. So, a week in David Rossi's new mansion?" Spencer offered like she was actually his girlfriend. "You don't even have to speak to me." He tried, still not receiving an answer.

Y/n groaned, knowing what her answer was going to be. She hated herself for it. "Fine." She agreed with as neutral a word as she could think of. "But we are not getting back together, nor are we together." She stated firmly. She was willing to lie to them for a week so, she got to leave them properly. Plus, Rossi's new house was bound to be exquisite.

"Always a stickler for the rules," Spencer commented under his breath but loud enough for her to hear. He knew remarks like that would irritate her, they always used to.

He could almost imagine her eye roll and the way she'd bite her lip to suppress an outburst. "You piss me off. I hope you know that." She simply stated, but he already knew that.

Spencer ignored the comment, also something that would annoy her. "Do you want to come over?" He asked smugly.

"Absolutely not. We're not getting back together, so I'm not coming to your apartment." Y/n spat back almost instantly.

Spencer knew what his words were insinuating. He'd said the identical words multiple times before they lived together. Either for some mind-blowing sex or just a deep late-night conversation.

"Didn't mean it like that, princess." He teased, unable to continue before she cut him off.

"Do not call me that, Reid." She insisted. Surprisingly, it was a pet name he'd never used before. If he had, while they were dating, she would have thought it was sweet, but she couldn't hear anything in his voice other than taunting.

"Alright, alright, calm down." Spencer was absolutely never that condescending. Then again, he'd never had an ex-girlfriend with two years of relationship history. "All I'm saying is I've clearly missed a lot. That's going to be apparent if we turn up to Rossi's, and I don't know where you've been for the last 6 weeks." He explained.

As much as Y/n was loathed to admit it, he was right. At least she wasn't able to kid herself into thinking he actually cared. "Agreed, but, firstly, if we weren't in this situation, which is your fault, my whereabouts would be absolutely none of your business." She firmly stated, pushing back where ever possible. "Secondly, I'm not coming to your apartment. We can meet somewhere neutral." She decided.

Spending extra time with Spencer wasn't something she wanted to do. However, she realized, it would be very apparent if she hopped on the jet, and it was the first time she'd seen him in a month and a half.

"Perfect," Spencer replied, trying to sound as joyful as possible. "Breakfast tomorrow, anywhere you want."

Y/n thought about it for a second. Clearly, she knew she was going to have to see him. She just didn't expect it was going to be so soon. "There's a great place by my apartment. I'll text you to address." She almost said it like she said in the early stages of their relationship. A fact that nauseated her.

"See you there at 8, princess." Spencer farewelled, quickly hanging up with a chuckle, feeling like he'd won.

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years ago

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Sacrilege

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP)

Words: ~4.6 k

Summary: You and Ransom try to make Easter with the Thrombeys more enjoyable.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (lots of unprotected sex, anal play, use of sex toys, allusions to excessive sexual activity, dirty talk, praise kink, very inappropriate doings in a religious environment), sub/dom vibes, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Happy Easter y’all!! Further evidence that if there is a hell, I’m definitely going there. 😉

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You could not stop grinning at how uncomfortable Ransom looked.

He’d been squirming ever since the two of you had walked into his grandfather’s church this morning. Apparently the Thrombeys took their religious holidays very seriously, and even though you’d never set foot in a church in your life, neither of you felt like dealing with the drama of skipping Easter.

That was where the bet came in.

You had started moving into his place a little over a month ago, and he didn’t feel like waiting to spring his family’s occasional religious fervor on you was the best idea.

“So you’re telling me that that entire group of assholes make a show of religious devotion for the big holidays only?” You rolled your eyes as you worked on unpacking your pots and pans, because of course Ransom owned absolutely no cooking instruments.

“Yeah, sorry, I know you hate organized religion.” He frowned as he pulled some tools out of the box of baking supplies. “What the fuck is this?”

“It’s a bread lame. That is the WASPiest shit I’ve ever heard of.” You grabbed the lame from him and put it away as you did your best to organize everything so it would’ve easy for you to find later. “I’m assuming if we decided to skip there’d be a shit storm.”

“You would be correct.” He handed you a rolling pin to put away.

“Right. Well, I don’t really feel like dealing with that so I guess I can make an exception.” You grinned at him as you started breaking down the empty box.

“I appreciate that.” He stepped into you once he was finished, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead against yours. “Let’s hope you don’t burst into flames or anything.”

“Ha! At least that would make things more interesting.” You giggled as he started rubbing his face over your neck.

“Trust me, it wouldn’t take a lot.” He picked you up and set you on the counter with a happy sigh, slotting himself between your thighs and sucking a bruise against your throat.

“Yeah? Well let’s see if I can think of something to liven things up for you sweetie.” Your hands ran under his shirt to skim over his well muscled back.

“I mean, the fact that you never wear panties will already make things exciting.” His fingers started teasing under the edge of your shorts.

“Oh shit! Oh I’ve got an idea.” You brought your hands back up to slap his chest excitedly. “When does Lent start?”

“Lent?” He pulled back from you as he thought about it, chewing on his lip. “Couple of days. Why?”

“How do you feel about a little bet?” That grin you had on was making him all kinds of nervous.

“I dunno, I do not have the best track record in betting against you.” He winced when he thought about the shit he’d had to endure after the last one, it took his bush forever to grow back. “And centered around Lent? Why do I feel like I know where this is going.”

“Don’t get ahead of me, Hugh.” You wrapped your legs around his hips and drew him closer. “Don’t you want to know the terms?”

“They better be fucking amazing.” He was doing his best to turn his hips away from you because if he let you wrap your hands around his cock he’d do whatever you wanted.

“They’re so fucking good baby.” You smoothed you’re hands over his chest and nuzzled against his throat, beaming when he let out a low growl. “If you can go the whole 40 days of Lent with no sex, no touching yourself, all that shit, I’ll wear that pink vibrator you like to use on me to Easter service, and you can turn it on whenever you want.”

“Oh my god, you really might burst into flames.” He ducked his head to brush his lips against yours with a chuckle.

“And, as an added bonus, I’ll wear a butt plug too.”

“Shit, really? God, you’d look so fucking cute with your ass plugged up.” The thought of making you come without touching you in the middle of communion was doing things to him. “What if you win?”

“If I go the whole 40 days with zero gratification, you get to wear your housewarming present to church.”

“Babe, you got me a present?” Fuck, you loved that stupid earnest grin he was giving you, like a damn puppy.

“Of course I did, baby.” You gripped his chin and tugged his mouth open before smashing your lips to his and stroking his tongue with yours until he was moaning into your mouth. “Now that you’re my housewife I’m gonna spoil the shit out of you.”

“What is it?” He was panting with need, chasing after your lips with a whine as you pulled away and you knew you had him.

“It’s a surprise.” You leaned back on your arm and smirked at him, bringing your hand up to press against his mouth as he still attempted to get at you. “Nu-uh, Hugh. Do you agree to terms?”

The man pouted at you, hating how easy it was for you to manipulate him.

“Fine.” He huffed, grabbing your hips and yanking you forward until you were pressed against the bulge in his sweats. “We’ve got a couple days, and I’m gonna fuck you all over this house until every room smells like sex. Starting with the kitchen.”

“Jesus, you’re the best fucking housewife a girl could ask for.” You teased, ripping his t-shirt over his head as he nipped at the spot where your pulse was thudding under your skin.

“Shut up.” He shoved his hands under your tank top and palmed your breasts, grinning when you arched into him. “Take your fucking shorts off.”

God, as much as you loved domming him, when his voice got all commanding like this you got so damn wet. He stepped back as you ripped your shorts down your legs and wrenched your tank off, tossing them aside. Your mouth was full of saliva while you watched him step out of his sweats, whining when his pretty cock bounced up against his abs.

“Just look at you all spread out and needy for it.” His fingers trailed up the insides of your thighs as he stepped between your legs. “I think I might actually win this one.”

Your snarky retort died when he shoved his cock into you, sheathing himself to the hilt in one quick motion and making you choke. One little test grind of his hips and you almost lost it, your pussy clenching around him as you swallowed a scream.

“Oh no, sweetheart.” He ran his nose along the edge of your cheek while he finally started moving in earnest, his thrusts smooth and long and designed to have you begging him. “I wanna here you use that fucking mouth of yours. There’s no neighbors anywhere nearby, you can scream as loud as you want.”

To emphasize his point, he licked his fingers before shoving his hand between you two to rub your clit, and you let go.

“FUCK!!!” Your orgasm hit you like a bus, your entire body spasming uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Ransom grinned against your neck when he felt your release soak his cock, glancing down and groaning as he watched it flow out of you and pool on the countertop.

You moved your hands up to his head and tugged on his hair until he brought his face back up to yours, your tongues tangling together desperately as Ransom’s hips slapped against your thighs. The lewd sounds coming from between the two of you echoed through the empty house, mirrored by your wanton mewls and whimpers while you took each other apart.

“God, you always feel so damn good.” He purred against your lips, flicking his tongue out to trace the curve of your mouth. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Shit, it’s fucking amazing, baby.” You gazed into his lust blown eyes as you nipped at his lips, your hips rolling to meet each push of his hips. “Love feeling that perfect cock fill my pussy.”

“Fuck, keep going.”

“Yeah? You know just how to use it, Ran, hitting me so fucking deep and stretching me open.” You whined when his tip kissed your cervix, your body arching into him. “Fuck, oh just like that. God, that’s my good boy.”

His choked whimper made you grin. It was easy to forget about his little praise kink until he was twitching inside you while you told him how perfect he was.

“You like that baby?” You brought a hand down to cup his cheek as he nodded, running your thumb slowly over his perfect bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth while he whined. “So fucking good for me. With that perfect, pretty cock that fills me up just right.” Both of your hips were moving wildly now, grinding and gyrating against each other as you felt your ends near. “Wish I could spend all my time wrapped around you.”

You clamped down on him and he let out a low moan around your thumb, his eyes rolling back in his head at the pleasure your filthy words elicited.

“Fuck, choke me.” His voice had lost its commanding edge, all wanton desire now as his eyes met yours again. “Please.”

“How can I say no to such a good baby?” You beamed as you slid the hand that was cupping his jaw down to his throat and squeezed lightly. “You too, honey.”

He kissed you hungrily before sliding his hand up your torso until it was wrapped around your neck, pushing you away from him just a bit so he could get a good look at you coming apart.

The pressure on your jugular and the view of your hand squeezing his throat did it, another tidal wave of pleasure crashing over you as you shrieked. Your pussy fluttered around him in waves, trying to draw him as deep as possible as you milked his cock.

Ransom groaned when you applied just a little more pressure to his airway, his hips thrusting as far forward as they could before stilling completely. His cock throbbed inside you and you released him, the two of you collapsing back against the counter while his thick spend coated your warm, satiny walls.

It took a few minutes for the two of you to come down, panting against each other’s shoulders until your brains reset.

“Forty days?” He groaned into your neck before starting to untangle himself. “We might die.”

You laughed as you stretched your whole body before hopping off the counter. “Don’t be dramatic Hugh. If you feel like you’re nearing the end, you’re welcome to take care of yourself.” He grunted when you grinned at him, running your fingers through his chest hair lazily at the same time. “But that would mean I win. Now c’mon, don’t you wanna open your present?”

“Yeah.” It was taking all of his self control to not bend you over and fuck you again while he watched you walking away, his cum dribbling down the inside of your leg without you caring at all.

“Hugh!” That snapped him out of it, finally moving to follow you as you walked out of the kitchen.

You giggled when he wrapped himself around your back, his hands moving up to cup your breasts softly as the two of you made your way to the bedroom.

“Alright, just gimme a second, Hugh!” He pouted when you shoved him off you, winking at him as you moved to grab his gift from your suitcase.

You motioned for him to sit on the bed and he obliged, beaming at you when you crawled into his lap with a sleek black box in your hands.

“Happy housewarming, baby.” You cooed, handing him the box as you gave him a quick peck.

He popped the lid off the box and started laughing, his mirth filled eyes meeting yours as he pulled the vibrating anal stimulator and cock ring combo out of the package.

“Jesus, you always get the best fucking presents, sweetheart.” He pressed his mouth to yours and hummed his content against your lips.

“I know.” You let him get one more quick peck before shoving him back on the bed and grabbing the toy. “Your turn to scream, Hugh.”

It only took one day to break in the whole house, but the two of you were determined to get as much sex as possible in before your bet started. You spent each second you were awake fucking every single hole you had between the two of you until you were both exhausted, blissed out messes. The number of orgasms the two of you had made you surprised that either of you could walk anymore.

And now it was Lent.

The first week or so was fine, you were both so worn out from your 72 hour fuck-a-thon there was no way either of you were going to start anything. You just walked around the house in a daze, barely acknowledging each other’s presence.

But now it was week 3, and you were both starting to get frustrated.

It had started in the middle of week 2. Ransom had been by himself all day while you were at work and the sound of your car pulling up made him grin like an idiot. The dog was only good for so much company, and he was definitely starting to feel a little needy.

When he met you in the kitchen for his normal greeting, it didn’t take long for him to start growling against your lips and press his cock into your hip. The condescending laugh you’d given him hadn’t helped in the least, and of course you’d spent the rest of the day teasing him mercilessly.

From there the two of you started making it your mission to make the other crack.

It was easier for you, all you really had to do was show up and he’d be ready, but you really wanted to have fun with it.

You started by washing his beemer in your lacrosse uniform, trying hard not to crack up as he watched you from the kitchen. He’d almost dropped his coffee when you’d finished, turning to come inside with your soaking wet polo that made it painfully obvious you weren’t wearing a bra.

Ransom retaliated by putting on one of those too tight t-shirts he knew you loved along with some running shorts and tried his best to give the dog a bath. The bath itself wasn’t successful, Fionn making a run for it before Ransom could even apply the shampoo. But when he walked inside in that little outfit and sopping wet? God, you’d wanted to jump on him so bad.

The two of you were having way too much fun torturing each other, it was like the early days of your relationship again.

You’d put on his favorite lingerie and heels and spend the whole day lounging around the house in suggestive positions, chuckling whenever he’d growl at you and roll his eyes. He’d put on nothing but some dick pants and do his workouts in the living room, grinning when you had to excuse yourself from the room when he started doing push-ups right in front of you. You found an old pair of thigh high leather domme boots and after exfoliating and shaving everywhere you’d waited for Ransom in an absolutely obscene pose while holding a riding crop, unable to stop yourself from cackling when he immediately ran out of the room and slept on the couch. He greeted you when you got home the next day with cookies he’d made from scratch and nothing on but a very tiny apron.

As much fun as you were having, you were starting to get fed up. You had almost snapped at one of the board members at a meeting for your charity over some stupid trivial thing. And Ransom was so fucking horny, he was on the verge of humping the furniture.

You got home from work and immediately went to the bar to pour yourself a drink. This needed to fucking end, you were getting desperate.

It didn’t seem like Ransom was home, but his beemer was out front so you weren’t sure. You walked through the house but didn’t find him anywhere, and the fact that Fionn was missing too made you think they must be on a walk.

Your supposition was proved right when you saw the two of them walking back up the driveway, Fionn prancing happily off leash in circles around Ransom as the man gave him a relaxed smile. Fuck, he was so good with that damn dog it always turned you into a mess.

His grin faded when he walked in and saw you waiting for him, dreading whatever new torture you had thought up. You ignored him and knelt down to give Fionn some love, rubbing his ears and chuckling when he rolled over for you.

“Did your friend take you on a nice walk, buddy?” The idiot’s tongue just lolled out of his mouth as he wriggled around happily. “What a good boy he is.”

Ransom froze. Were you talking to the dog still? The low purr your voice had taken on made him think you weren’t, his cock starting to twitch as he shot you an inquisitive look.

You gave Fionn a couple of pats and he ran off to find a toy, leaving you and Ransom to stare at each other. He actually flinched when you straightened up, and you felt the corners of your lips twitch with a smirk.

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby.” You cooed, stepping towards him and fighting a grin when he backed away. “My sweet boy.”

“Y/N, the fuck are you doing?” The warning he was trying to relay losing its edge when his voice cracked.

“Just telling you what a good boy you are.” His whine made you clench, arousal flooding your panties as you cornered him. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.”

“You’re cheating.” He hissed when you caged him in with your arms, leaning forward until your chest was less than an inch from his.

“How? I’m not even touching you, Hugh.” You skimmed your nose over his throat and breathed deep, humming as the clean woodsy scent of him filled your lungs. “Fuck, honey, I’m so damn wet just thinking about that pretty cock of yours.”

“Shit.” His mind tricks weren’t working, no matter how much he tried to concentrate on the thought of Walt’s flat pasty ass, the heat radiating off you was overwhelming him.

“Mmm, my perfect man. So fucking pretty when you blush for me.” You closed the space between the two of you and bit your lip when he gasped. “Can you smell how much you turn me on, sweetie? I’m fucking soaked. Don’t you wanna taste?”

Oh, he did, he wanted you to sit on his face until he’d slaked his thirst on your sweet nectar, passing out as you told him how good he was at using his tongue.

“God, you’re like a damn artist with that mouth of yours.” It’s like you were in his head. “And that cock that fits inside me perfectly. Wanna squeeze you while you fuck me until I pass out. You always make me feel so...”

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before he smashed his lips to yours, your teeth clashing and tongues tangling as he whimpered into your mouth. He picked you up and threw you onto the couch, ripping his clothes off in a frenzy before pouncing on top of you.

“You fucking bitch.” His hands were all over you, tearing your blouse open and shoving your skirt up around your waist before literally shredding your panties. “I’m gonna make you come so much you’re not gonna be able to walk right for a month.”

The two of you screamed together when he speared into you, not giving you a chance to adjust before he was rutting into you like an animal.

“Oh god, do it Ran. Fucking ruin my pussy with that massive cock. You feel so good inside me. Fucking need your cock.” Your hips were meeting his desperately, pleasure pooling in your core so damn fast you were surprised you hadn’t come already.

“Yeah, that’s cuz this pussy was fucking made for me.” He growled into your neck before nipping at your throat, curling his body around yours as his end drew closer. “Tell me.”

“Shit, I was fucking made for your cock, Ran. No one can fuck me like you.” You sucked on his ear lobe as you wrapped your legs around his hips and locked your ankles together. “You make me come so damn hard. My perfect, sweet boy.”

“Ugh, yes.” Both of you were so fucking close. “I’m yours. Just yours.”

“All mine. Come for me sweetie.”

The two of you screamed together again, your bodies writhing against each other wildly as your orgasms took over. You squirted all over Ransom’s abs when he stilled his hips and ground against your clit, your pussy fluttering around his cock as he throbbed in his release. He buried his face in your neck as he filled you up, holding you close in his arms until the thick cream of your mixed releases started leaking out of you.

You sighed when he sank on top of you, running your fingers through his soft hair lazily as he panted into your hair. He groaned when you gripped his hair and lifted his head to look him in the eyes.

“Such a good boy.” You purred, letting him rest his forehead against your own. “I win, Hugh.”

“You need to stop wiggling, Hugh.” You murmured under your breath, hiding your smirk behind the hymnal as the rest of the congregation sang along. “It’s like you’re asking me to turn the intensity up.”

“Fu... shut up.” All he could focus on was the feel of the toy buzzing against his prostate and around the base of his cock.

He’d been hard ever since the two of you walked into the church, having to stand behind you the whole time you both exchanged greetings with his family. Every time one of those assholes made a passive aggressive comment you turned up the intensity for a good 15 seconds until he was almost there, then wrenching his orgasm away at the last second until he was whining into your hair.

It didn’t help that you looked absolutely sinful. Of course you’d picked something scandalous to wear to a goddamn church service, but he was still surprised at just how much of your tits was on display. And that skirt was so fucking short he was afraid if you moved your legs at all in your seated position you were gonna end up flashing his father, who had disgustingly insisted on sitting next you.

You were having a surprisingly good time for your first time at church, mostly because right now you could ogle the outline of Ransom’s hard cock through those very well tailored pants you’d picked out for him. It was taking a lot of self control for you to not reach out and give it a squeeze, and as much as you would love to see Linda’s reaction to that, this was Harlan’s church, and you wouldn’t do that to him.

The singing finally stopped, and Ransom groaned when you uncrossed and recrossed you’re legs, shooting Richard a scowl when he caught him staring. He just wanted pull you into his lap and let you grind your bare pussy against his bulge while you made him come with that toy.

Neither of you were paying attention to the sermon, scooting even closer together as you started to eye fuck each other. You started grinding into the pew when he leaned close to smell your hair, both of you clenching your hands at your sides to keep from feeling each other up. He had to swallow a moan when you reached into your purse and turned up the vibration on the toy, his hips trying to buck up into nothing.

When you uncrossed your legs to give yourself more room to maneuver he almost lost it. Your chest was heaving with such deep breaths he was worried you were going to pop out of your dress. He had to slap his hand over his mouth when you rested your hand on his thigh, covering the wanton sounds that were coming out of him.

“Ransom, are you ok?” Shit, Linda had figured out something was up, giving her son a concerned glance and putting her hand on his shoulder in what was supposed to be a reassuring gesture but that just filled him with panic.

“Yeah, you ok, baby?” He could tell you were fighting the urge to grin as you looked at him, growling when you turned up the vibrations again.

Linda squeezed his shoulder and he almost started crying. You were such a fucking bitch, trying to make him come while his mom was touching him.

“Bathroom.” He mumbled, shooting out of his seat and practically running out of the sanctuary.

“I’m just gonna make sure he doesn’t need anything.” You said with a sympathetic look before standing to follow him, cringing as you slid past Richard and felt his eyes rake over you.

You found your boy toy panting against the wall next to the men’s room, doing your best to tamp down your glee as an usher walked past the two of you.

“You’re going to miss communion, Hugh.” The glare he shot you was pure poison, his breath sawing in his chest as he started dragging you towards a supply closet.

He shoved you inside and drew the door closed softly, fighting the urge to slam it to avoid drawing any attention to the two of you.

“You unbelievable cunt.” He hissed, yanking the front of your dress down until your tits popped out and he could bury his face in them.

“My goodness, Hugh. We’re in a church.” You sighed as he mouthed at the slopes of your breasts, his tongue flicking out to taste you while you worked at undoing his belt. “What would your mother say?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He moved his mouth up your chest until he could scrape his teeth along your jaw. “Oh my god.”

You had turned up the vibration again and he was right there, slapping your hands away to wrench his fly open and sheathe himself in your warm cunt.

“I’m gonna fill this pretty little pussy up so much.” He purred in your ear as you whined, gasping when he ground his hips and pressed the vibrating ring against your clit. “Then I’m gonna watch you sit in that pew like a good little girl while you try to keep my cum from making a stain on that pretty dress of yours.”

“Fuck, baby.” You moved your hips against his slowly, biting your lip as you felt pleasure coiling deep in your core. “I think we might have a new fucking kink.”

“Yeah, watching you in your slutty little outfit while that moron drones on about our lord and savior really does it for me.” He groaned when you shoved a hand between the two of you to play with his balls. “Shit, turn it up.”

You nipped at his lips and pressed the button, the two of you groaning together as you tipped over the edge. He smashed his lips to yours and you swallowed each other’s cries, your bodies spasming uncontrollably against each other. Your pussy clenched around him in waves, milking his cock for everything he could give you as he pressed you into the wall of the closet. It felt like it would never stop, the toy buzzing against his prostate prolonging his orgasm until you were overflowing with cum.

“Jesus Christ.” You hummed contentedly against his lips as you turned down the intensity to the lowest setting. “Maybe we should start going to church on the regular.”

“You’re such a damn freak.” He teased, pulling out of you reluctantly and shoving a few errant drops of cum back into you before pulling your skirt back down. “You better keep those thighs squeezed nice and tight, don’t want my cum getting all over the pew and letting everyone know what a little slut you are.”

“Uh, we’re both sluts, Hugh.” You said with a grin, grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand up to your lips so you could suck his fingers clean.

“Right. Are you gonna take this thing out or what?” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop, moving his hands down to shove your tits back into your dress.

“Nope. The bet was for you to wear it for the whole service.” The look he gave you made you want to laugh, tucking him back into his pants before you poked your head out the door to make sure the coast was clear. “Let’s go consume the body of Christ and hope we don’t get struck down.”

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unwrittenlibrary · 4 years ago

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all this devotion is rushing out of me

summary // Bucky Barnes is beautiful. No ifs, ands or buts. But there was something exceptionally beautiful about him that you were desperate to see. (bucky x fem!reader)

or; bucky barnes blushing is reader’s kryptonite and all she wants is to see it.

words // 2.0K

warnings // (hi there is a brief brief allusion to a breeding kink in this but i don’t write smut so it’s nothing graphic) mentions of pregnancy & sex

notes // my second b.b fic also originally posted on my ao3 happy reading! i have more in the works!

Bucky Barnes is beautiful. There’s no doubt about that in your mind.

From his newly cropped hair to the smile lines forming around his eyes. Down to the stunning metal arm and god his thighs.

Bucky Barnes is beautiful.

But your favorite part, the thing of his that you find most beautiful, are his flushed cheeks and embarrassed smiles.

The way he turns red from the tip of his ears to the apple of his cheeks and turns his eyes away with a small, embarrassed smile always makes your stomach flutter. It was so beautiful and rare that when it did happen, you just wanted to bring it back.

So while visiting Sam and Sarah, Mission Blushing Barnes, was born in your mind. You didn’t really want to embarrass him, far from it, so you knew you didn’t want to do anything in front of Sam or any of Sam’s family. But, fuck, watching him play with the boys and make himself at home with the Wilson’s had something growing in your chest.

And you wanted to see him blush. If only to end the day on a high note. So you waited and waited. Until finally, it was you and him sitting on the edge of the dock talking about nothing.

“Louisiana’s nice, isn’t it?” He asks quietly as he watches the sun set. You nod but don’t respond, too busy admiring his side profile.

The slope of his nose and outline of his lips has your mind jumping for joy that he’s yours. That he’s the man you get to wake up to and comfort. You smile when he turns to look at you, bemused by your silence. “What’s up, doll?”

You reach out to place a hand on his cheek. “Just admiring you. So pretty.” You keep your eyes focused on his face, expecting a blush at the term pretty instead of handsome. All that comes though is a snort. You drop your hand with a frown.

Bucky rests a hand on your waist and drags you closer to him. “Gotta do better than that, doll. You’ve been calling me pretty for months now. I’m used to it.”

You open your mouth in faux shock. “I have no idea what you mean.” You say in a pitched voice as you rest your head against his shoulder.

Bucky shakes with laughter. “I know you like making me blush. Gives you some sick power high.” He mumbles the words into your hair as he gives you a kiss.

You smile. You know there’s no menace behind his words. You can tell from his relaxed body language and quiet tone of voice your little mission doesn’t bother him all that much.

“Is that a challenge, Sergeant Barnes?” You glance up and Bucky looks down at you exasperated. For a moment, you think the red will appear and you’ll have won a bet before it’s even begun. But…

A smirk slides onto his face, something cocky and bright, that makes your stomach clench excitedly. “Calling me sergeant outside the bedroom isn’t gonna make me blush, sweetheart.”

You laugh softly and Bucky presses another kiss to your hair. “What do I win if you can’t make me blush by the end of the night?” He asks after a moment of silence.

You purse your lips and think for a moment. “What do you want?” You ask when nothing comes to mind. “Because I know when I win, you’ll be worshipping me.”

“I do that anyways.” He says immediately, making you laugh.

“I mean… I’ll be in charge.” You clarify with a raised eyebrow. Bucky bites down his lip to stop a smile and you hope that the blush appears just from the mention of you taking over for the night.

He shakes his head. “And if I win, you wear that suit Sam made you.” You watch as his eyes flicker over you body, definitely imagining the skin tight suit Sam had made as a joke after your complaints of how fictional heroes dressed. You had laughed and Sam had given you the real suit moments later, the skin tight suit had been stuffed into your closet and all but completely forgotten.

“Sounds like a bet to me.” You pull back from his shoulder and hold your pinky out. “How about it, Barnes?”

Bucky leans down so his forehead rests against yours and with a wide smile he interlocks your pinky with his. “You’re on, sweetheart.”

The two of you just look at each other for a moment, until Sam’s voice breaks the comfortable silence. “Hey, weirdos! Come on, Sarah’s pulling out dessert!”

You scrunch your nose before hopping up. You don’t bother to pull Bucky with you, knowing his strength alone would probably end up sending you into the water. “Come on, baby, maybe we can steal some whip cream.” You wink as you walk backwards.

Bucky only laughs loudly and follows you. He reaches a hand out to stop you from walking off the dock and forces you spin around. “Strike one.” He whispers into your ear before running ahead of you to meet Sam.

You roll your eyes. Strikes weren’t a part of the bet and he knew it. He just wanted to psych you out. But you knew you could get that man to blush, you just had to find new material.

And you tried.

Leaning over when Sarah handed the ice cream and whispering as quietly as possible so only he could hear. “Forget the whip cream, ice cream might be a better bet.” Bucky looked down and shook his head before taking a bite of your chocolate.

Running your hand down his metal arm as you walked back to the Wilson’s. “Wonder what this arm could do to me.” Bucky had just looked down at you disappointedly. “You already know.” He hadn’t turned red, but you felt a little hotter.

You had even brought up the idea of sneaking in some adult time after the house was asleep. That had just gotten you a shocked stare as he pointed out the kids who slept upstairs.

It was getting late and you were getting desperate. It’s not that you really cared if you won or not, you know if there was something you truly wanted to try that Bucky wanted to as well, you would. You didn’t even mind the idea of wearing the suit for Bucky. The thought of wearing it even if you won had crossed your mind. You really just wanted to see his pretty face all red.

Then, the perfect thing happened. The kids were excited to mess around with Sam and Bucky. Both men were equally as excited to show off the shield and metal arm.

You hadn’t even started watching to find something to make Bucky blush, his bright smile and excited laughter as he and Sam pretended to fall to the boys power is what made you think.

Bucky wanted his own family. You knew for awhile Steve had been part of his family and when he come out of HYDRA, Steve was all that was left of it. He had you and he had the Wilson’s. But the two of you had spoken at length about your future and plans for your own family together. He was going on less and less missions and you had a steady job, so starting a family now made sense.

And you knew how you could bring it up and make him blush. It was an obvious win-win situation.

“Buck!” You call out. His attention is immediately turned on you as he stands up straight and finds your eyes. You wave him over and laugh as the boys tease him about being in trouble.

You’re standing on the back stairs and end up being a step above him when he comes to a stop in front of you. His hands come to rest on your waist naturally as he looks up at you.

“What’s up, doll? Not in trouble, right?” He smirks and takes a step closer.

This time, you match his smirk with your own. You rest a hand on his shoulder and one on the back of his neck. “Not at all, Buck. Just wanted to tell you something.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughs gently. “You panicking? Cause I’m gonna win this bet?”

You hum in response and bend so you’re at eye level with him. “Was just thinking of how good you look with kids. I think you’ll make a great dad one day.”

The cockiness is wiped from Bucky’s face and replaced with a look much softer. “You think?” He asks quietly.

You nod excitedly. “Of course. I think you’ll make an amazing dad. I can’t wait to start a family with you.” You take a step down, so now you have to look up at Bucky. His eyes follow you happily. “In fact, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You pause and Bucky furrows his eyebrows. You can tell he’s a little confused on where you’re going and that now he’s not even thinking about your silly little bet. Then you smile. “All I’ve been thinking about all day is you putting a baby in me, Bucky Barnes. I want it so bad.” You say the words softly as you flutter your lashes and smile alluringly.

Bucky’s eyes widen and he takes a shocked step back before looking down at you. Then you see it, starting from the tips of his ears and spreading over his cheeks. Bucky Barnes turns redder than you’ve ever seen.

“You…” He stutters as he looks around, like he wants to make sure that nobody heard the words that have just come out of your mouth. “Evil woman.”

You take a step forward to press a kiss to his lips. You can tell by his embarrassed smile that he can feel the flush on his cheeks. “Guess I get to be in charge when we get home.” You take a step back and turn to head back inside.

You feel a hand grip your own and look back at him. “Are you serious? About wanting a baby?” He asks almost shyly, like he’s worried the answer might be no.

You can’t even allow him to entertain possibility. You nod quickly and excitedly. “Of course I was, my love. I wouldn’t pull that out just to win some silly bet.” He lets go of your hand and an excited smile spreads across both your faces.

“Yeah? Gonna let me put a baby in you?” He asks, this time more excitement than embarrassment seeping into his tone and taking over his face. He moves to wrap his arms around your waist and you do the same.

“Yeah. I just might.” You scrunch your nose up at him and he does the same in return. “Might even wear the suit for you anyways, since you’ll be doing me such a favor.” You wink and Bucky laughs again. The two of you have gotten the attention of Sam and his nephews, but you’re sure they can't hear anything you’re saying.

“Think it’s you doing the favor.” Bucky leans in close and lowers his voice. “Having my baby. I know you’ll look beautiful. Fuck. I’m about to get us a flight home tomorrow.”

You feel heat on the back of your neck and butterflies in your stomach as you process Bucky’s words. “Gonna build our own little family, Barnes. Better get ready.” You laugh giddily as you lean forward to rest your forehead against his.

Bucky closes the small gap between you with a hard kiss. You press your body against his as he holds you tighter. The two of you are completely unaware of Sam’s shocked face or his hands rushing to cover the two children’s eyes.

“Gross!” He yells out and the two of you spring apart with embarrassed smiles. Bucky’s cheeks turn red again and that only makes you want to kiss him more. “That’s gross. There are kids here. And me. Nobody wants to see that.”

Bucky presses a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling away entirely. “I’ll see you later?” He asks as you begin to head back inside.

You nod with a mischievous smile. “I’m gonna go look at flights. I’m ready to be home with you, Sergeant Barnes.”

You laugh when a light blush graces his face again before he spins around and rushes back over to Sam and the boys. Sam punches him on shoulder and you can see the beginnings of a lecture, so you turn and rush up the stairs and head inside.

You rest a hand on your stomach. You’re unsure if it’s to quell the excited butterflies or because of your new plan to have a baby, but either way it makes you smile as you think.

Bucky Barnes was pretty when he blushed. Even prettier when it was the thought of having a baby with you that made him do it.

You would have fun with this.

notes // try and tell me the idea of only u being able to make bucky blush doesn’t make u warm inside u CAN’T!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes #buck barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #reader insert

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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 12 & 13 | March 14th – March 27th

Welcome to weeks 12 & 13 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

✨Page breaks are made @firefly-graphics✨

«Last Week

Week 14»

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week:

Steve + Bey = 4Ever » Steve Rogers and Bey carved places in each other’s hearts, that no one else could ever replace.

I Hear A Symphony » Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader — Reader plays an important song to her for Bucky.

—Formerly The Winter Soldier » “I’m no longer the winter soldier, my name is James Bucky Barnes & you're part of my effort to make amends.”

Lee Bodecker

(Mini) Series:

*Give In by @not-a-great-writer » soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x shy!Reader — She didn’t think she was anything special. So when the intimidating Sheriff takes an interest in her, she can’t help but feel a little unsettled. Her boring life is about to get a little interesting. | This story has to be one of my all time series I’ve ever read, and I know I will weep when it’s over. The chapters are decently sized, you have angst, fluff and smut. I couldn’t ask for more, it’s simply a masterpiece.

Deadbeat Pt. 9 by @the-witty-pen-name » Lee Bodecker x F!Reader — You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room. | Cole thank you for feeding my current Lee Bodecker obsession after I watched The Devil All The Time, for the time. This story is good and I love soft!Lee, and one where no one dies. At least I hope no one dies...

SamBucky

One-Shots:

Loving You Is Cherry Pie by @river-soul » Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes — When Sam Wilson, one of your regulars at the cafe finally asks you out, you’re ecstatic until he tells you he wants his friend to join. When you meet Bucky, you decide it might be worth your while after all. [Allusions to stalking, exhibitionism and explicit sex, 18+] | There is just not enough SamBuck stories out there and we have @river-soul to thank for feeding our love for the boys and giving us some good smut, especially to tide us over till Friday.

Nothing Good Happens After 2 AM by @callmeluna » Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes — You are admittedly a handful when you’ve had a few drinks in you. Luckily, your partners Sam and Bucky are more than up for the challenge… maybe. | If you are looking for something to make you laugh, might I suggest reading this? The whole time as I read this I couldn’t get the huge smile off my face, it was that good.

Bucky Barnes

Drabbles:

Matching by @heli0s-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Reader and Bucky are “matchy matchy,” with their belly button rings. | This is adorable as well as very funny.

One-Shots:

Smooth Criminal by @bestofbucky » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Based on a dream @velvetcardiganbucky had. You’re parents told you to never give rides to strangers, but when you notice Bucky Barnes trying to break into your car, you know some strangers aren’t so bad. | Jenny did my dream justice! I honestly couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Don’t Over Do It by @whisperlullaby » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your boyfriend is an asshole. Bucky reminds you that you are perfect the way you are. | I can’t describe this anyway other than perfect, that I wish I had a Bucky like this there for me. Trust me you’ll love the ending.

Coming Home to You by @angrythingstarlight » Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your Biker boyfriend is finally home and he’s going to show you how much he missed you. With every inch he has. And you’re going to remember how much he loves you. | It’s not very often you read something that has an alternate ending and when you do you find yourself loving both endings. Both endings are hot, the smut is great, again who couldn’t love Biker!Bucky?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that. | Thank you so much for entering my writing challenge, it means so much. This one-shot is so good, it hit me right the feels and left me falling in love with Kori and Bucky.

Show Me How To Ride by @angrythingstarlight » Beefy Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You’ve been keeping a secret from your biker boyfriend. He is going to get the information out of you one way or the other. | It’s hot and it makes you realize just how much you realize just how much you love Biker!Bucky.

Bubble Baths by @floatingpetals » Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU) — Even your boyfriend Bucky, needs to wind down at the end of a stressful with a bubble bath, but he doesn’t want to do it alone. | Okay, so my summary of this sucks but let me just say this is fluffy and smutty all at once. I wish I had Bucky to take a bubbly bath with.

Bad Boy!Bucky Barnes x Shy!Reader by @gagmebucky — in which there’s nowhere to sit and bucky offers his lap—then, subsequently, his cock. (bad boy!bucky x shy!reader, dirty talk, exhibitionism and voyeurism, cockwarming, unprotected sex.) | *chugs water* yeah is it a little hot in here? I probably would have failed class if Bucky had been in my class along with Steve, I wouldn’t have known who to stare at, forget learning the material.

**Greater Good by @fuel-joy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — There is a cure for the zombie outbreak but is it worth the cost. | Grab your tissues, because you are going to need them. Thanks darling for entering my writing challenge and making me feel so many feels with this one.

(Mini) Series:

A Tender Heart ♥️ Pt. 2 by @river-soul » Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader — You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpired fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit. [A/B/O dynamics, brief mention of bullying and fluff] | If anyone can pull at your heartstrings it’s @river-soul making the beginning of this series look so promising and I can’t wait to see where it goes.

Run To You 🪙 Pt. 10 🪙 Pt. 11 🪙 Pt. 12 by @bestofbucky » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bodyguard!Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. | Jenny left me at the edge of my seat, making this such an amazing story, I always look forward to her updates, and so sad that there is only 1 chapter left.

Better than Working sequel to This by @angrythingstarlight » Beefy Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Beefy Biker Bucky shows you all the benefits of working from home. In fact what he has for you is so much better than work. | Sometimes you just need to read something hot to lift your spirits, let this do that.

Stucky

One-Shots:

*Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again. | This is so hot that I highly recommend not reading this anywhere out in public. The smut in this is just *chefs kiss*

(Mini) Series:

Miracle Pt. 2 🥀 Pt. 1 by @heavenhatesme » Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader; Soft!Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — When infertility threatens mankind with extinction and there hasn’t been a baby for almost 18 years, what happens when two certain super soldiers fall for the same woman and accidentally impregnate her? | It’s not tagged as dark, sorry to the writer I tagged it that please forgive me? But I just want to tell everyone heed the tags. I do look forward to reading what happens next. The smut in this is great!

Invisible Ink by @navybrat817 » Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers — The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor want to make you their best girl. | I love the idea of tattoo’d Bucky and Steve, but that's because I have a weakness for tattoo’s. So this series is just right up my alley, and the start of it is so good that I know it’s good to be a great one!

Steve Rogers

Drabbles:

Chocolate Milk & Dino Nuggets by @nony-bear » Steve Rogers x Reader — Daddy Steve helps make his little girl feel better after a long week. DDLG THEMES | Had me wishing I had a Steve to make me Dino nuggets after a long day at work. It’s precious folks.

Prompt 4K Drabble Challenge by @sweeterthanthis » Steve Rogers x Reader — “Show me how deep you can take it.” | You’re going to need an ice cold bath after this one.

One-Shots:

A Cruel Tide by @writerwrites » Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader — A lost hero thinks she needs saving, but this divorcée’s needs were different, fleeting, and then full of attachment. Can they overcome the burdens on their shoulders and keep their word? | Sometimes you want to wrap the reader and Steve in a blanket and protect them while enjoying the smut. This gave me that and more.

Untitled Request by @navybrat817 » Steve Rogers x Reader — Sending Steve a naughty photo while he’s in a meeting leads to punishment that will remind you to never do it again, right? | Hi, I’m just going to drench myself in ice cold water. ✌🏻

(Mini) Series:

*Control Pt. 3 🔐 Pt. 1 🔐 Pt. 2 by @river-soul » dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — When a probationary agent asks you out on a date you learn Steve’s intentions for you have evolved. He doesn’t take kindly to someone touching what’s his. [Noncon, physical violence (biting), grooming behavior and explicit sex, 18+] | Definitely one of my favorite series to read on Tumblr so far, you know it’s dark, and the smut is great. I always look forward to the updates on this one.

*Lipstick and Crayons 🖍 Ch. 4 by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve can’t ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can’t get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob. | This story always gets my heart a racing and leaves you with questions as to what is going to happen next. I truly love it and Soft!Dad while being Angry!Mob boss Steve all at the same time, this story just has it all for me.

This Is My Unbecoming by @river-soul » Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Witch!Reader — When the Hydra pack graduates from turning humans to swell their ranks to kidnapping and murdering witches to consolidate power, Steve knows he needs to strike. He makes a deal with a powerful coven leader for a witch of his own in exchange for destroying the rogue pack. [Magical realism, biting, blood, slightly dubious consent and explicit sex, 18+] | Okay this is so good and I would like to thank the teenage mind of @river-soul for creating this! Like seriously thank you. I look forward to reading more!

It’s been a long, long time ☕️ Ch.1 by @mostly-marvel-musings » Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers – a man who has lost too much finds himself blending into the crowd in attempts to forget his past but revisits familiar places and spends days sketching his heart out. A rainy evening leads him to find shelter in your coffee shop. Is having meaningful conversations over endless cups of coffee with a stranger the key to unlocking a heart that’s lost the will to love? | The prologue tore my heart out, it truly did but the first chapter just puts the pieces back together. I really love this and I’m honestly looking forward to reading what happens next. I can’t thank you enough for entering my writing challenge!

*Not A Team Part: 1 by @shedobewritingalittle » Steve Rogers x Reader — The Reader tries to live a normal life, but her memories won’t leave her alone. Rhodey comes to visit the reader with a proposition. | There aren't a lot of stories out there that have walk on parts with Rhodey in it and I didn’t know how much I missed out on having him in stories till I read this. This was just so well written and the characterization of Rhodey was perfect, how Peyton got the emotions written across, it’s perfect. Read this and have some tissues on hand. I will always love it.

Andy Barber

One-Shots:

Closing Arguments by @river-soul » Andy Barber x Reader — Andy and you are going out for the first time since your daughter’s birth. Anxious about leaving her behind Andy does his best to make you feel better. [Fluff with explicit sex (f recieving), 18+] | So fluffy and sweet!

Keep the Heat by @ozarkthedog » Andy Barber x Reader — Andy fucks you in the coat. | Semi-Short and the smut is oh so good.

(Mini) Series:

Homebound 🏡 Ch. 1 by @fuel-joy » Dark!Andy Barber x Reader — You witness your neighbor kill his wife. You try to gather evidence all from the comfort of your home. | Prepare to be at the edge of your seat with this one, it’s just that good.

One Night by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor » Dark!Andy Barber x Reader — One night changes your entire life. | This is dark and exciting, with tons of angst in it. I love a real good dark!Andy fic and this is it.

Chris Evans

One-Shots:

Mirrors by @cherrychris » Chris Evans x Reader — “wanna know what i see? me owning you and this sweet little pussy” | Sometimes you read things that just blow your mind and this was one of those things.

*Work Party by @harrylovex » Chris Evans x Reader — you get drunk at a work party and chris looks after you… | This is really adorable and probably one of my favorite fluffy Chris Evans one-shots I’ve ever read.

Misc.

One-Shots:

An Act of Kindness by @stargazingfangirl18 » Jake Jensen x Female!Reader — A simple act of kindness seals your fate. | I would like to simply start of by saying that this was my first Jake Jensen fanfiction in years, or maybe my first one, and all I could was where have I been hiding from him? So good and glad I read this and so will you!

*Come Back Safe by @celestialbarnes » Sam Wilson x Reader — based on tfatws, you find out sam’s leaving for a mission, afraid to lose the man you love, you confront him, and he promises you to come back. | So fluffy you’ll want to cuddle it under a blanket fort and wish under a thousand starry night skies for it to come true.

(Mini) Series:

Fiery Friends Pt. 3 🔥 Pt. 4 by @wanderinglunarnights » Johnny Storm x OFC!Sophia Jones — Johnny invites his best friend Sophia to stay with him in his penthouse during quarantine. | I really like this story, because I find myself mentally rooting for Sophia and Johnny, also going you go girl. Looking forward to what is next for this duo.

Ensnared Pt. 2 🔗 Pt. 1 by @stargazingfangirl18 » Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader; minor Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Reader — Robert preps you for the handoff to the smooth talking stranger who bought you, but before he lets you go, he wants to have a little fun first. | So good and hot. Honestly I look forward to hopefully finding out what happens between the reader and Ransom.

Made With Love by @ayybtch » Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader + Friends to Lovers — Wanda is an excellent cook but a terrible baker. A rough day leads her to the bakery in the Avengers compound where she meets you, the lead baker. After a dismal attempt at making chocolate chip cookies, you volunteer to help Wanda learn how to bake. Your friendship grows stronger with each successful recipe until the two of you stumble into something even sweeter than baked goods. | This story will constantly have you smiling, sure it’s only 3 chapters so far, but I started off reading it in a bad mood but by the 3rd chapter I was just so sappy and happy. I can’t wait for more!

Without Me by CuttingMyFingersOff » Legolas x OFC!Braigeth — Braigeth was an elf who has nothing but memories of Legolas to help her survive being imprisoned in the walls of Orthanc. That is, until she is able to escape and reunite with him. | I’ve been invested in this since my friend came forward to me with the idea for this story and now that it’s being written, I couldn’t be more excited to read it. I need more Lord of the Rings in my life if I’m being honest.

Forever and Ever More by @syntheticavenger » Dark Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Reader — Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not. | Prepared to go on a Hawaiian EMOTIONAL roller coaster with this story, there are so many times in this story you find yourself picking your jaw up off the floor. I’ve linked you to chapter 9, which has all the previous chapters, listed.

Is A Shout Out To My...

@bluemusickid in celebration of 700 followers is hosting a Holi Celebration Writing Challenge, that is due April 30th, but extension can be given. Any Marvel or MCU characters can be used in addition to Chris Evans and his characters. The theme is Holi and its colors, for better explanation visit the link provided.

@whisperlullaby in celebration of 700 followers is hosting a 700 Followers Challenge, your entries will be due May 5th. The theme is kinks, no RPF, DDLG/MMLG, bathroom related , incest, or under age kinks. This is MCU characters, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans characters x OFC or Reader. For more information visit the link provided. Congrats Becca on the 700 followers you deserve it hun!

@stargazingfangirl18 in celebration of 5K followers is hosting a Soft Dark Writing Challenge, which is due May 31st. Don’t let the name fool you, your writing can be soft, dark, or soft!dark, or headcanons about any Chris character. 500 word minimum with no max, but new or be read as a stand alone piece. For more information visit the link provided and be sure to congratulate Siri on her 5K milestone!

@cloudystevie in celebration of 4K followers is hosting a Mob!AU Writing Challenge, that is due on May 30th. You can use Chris Evans and any of his characters he’s played before, as well as make it NSFW or SFW. To learn more about it please visit the link below. Also congratulations Jasmeen on the 4K followers! 💗

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nugnthopkns · 4 years ago

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if everything could ever feel this real forever

word count: 4.3k

warnings: explicit!fem reader, cursing, alcohol consumption, allusion to sexual content (nothing explicit but minors please be aware!)

recommended listening: everlong | foo fighters

a/n: broke down and wrote for ratty matty. alternalty titled four times matthew thinks you’re the one and one time he knows (4+1′s are fun to write, pls don’t fight me). also pls ignore the fact i don’t know how airports work, i’ve only ever flown domestically lmao

Matthew feels different when you’re around.

You don’t turn him into a completely different person. He’s still himself – an absolute pest at times – but more genuine. With you he can feel everything deeply, say whatever’s on his mind without the fear of being judged. It’s the best kind of different, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. His teammates constantly ask him when he’s going to lock you down; put a ring on your finger and change your last name, but he needs to be sure before he makes such a big commitment.

one

It’s the beginning of July, and you’re sweating buckets in the back of an Uber. The driver has the air cranked, but nothing seems to alleviate the heat. You know it will be worse in St. Louis so you do your best not to complain, but it’s hard. Taking two weeks off to visit your boyfriend in his hometown sounded like a great idea, but reading the weather forecast has you re-evaluating the trip.

Your phone lights up in your lap, and you eagerly unlock it. It’s a text from Matthew. Have a safe flight. Text me when you land. Tayrn will be there to pick you up – Brady and I’s on-ice got extended. I’ll see you when I get home. Love you.

Though you wish he could be the first person you see when you touch down, you understand that his job comes first. Besides, your re-unification will be more private this way. I get to see the best Tkachuk first, fuck yeah you reply, before following it up with Love you too Matty. See you soon.

Soon after sending the text you arrive at the entrance of Calgary International Airport. With a polite thank you to your driver, you grab your suitcase and head inside. The working air conditioning answers your silent prayers and you feel your body slowly return to a normal temperature. Check in is fast, and before you know it you’re breezing through security. A slightly nervous traveller, you’re at the gate earlier than you need to be. The plane doesn’t take off for another two hours. You don’t mind the wait, listening to a couple of podcast episodes and grabbing a snack at the lounge before boarding.

The five hour flight passes in the blink of an eye. St. Louis is busier than Calgary, and it takes you longer than you thought it would to get through customs. Once passed immigration and at the baggage carousel you let Matthew know you’re safely inside the city limits. You grab your obnoxious suitcase – a bright red thing with a giant Flames logo that Matthew thought would be funny to give you – and set out to find Tayrn. She’s easy to spot, waving a giant poster with your name on it. Abandoning nearly all airport etiquette, you rush through the crowd to see her. Over the years she’s become a little sister and close friend, and you really wish you could see her more frequently.

“Y/N!” Taryn squeals as you wrap your arms around her. The pair of you embrace for another moment or two before making your way to her car. Neither of you can stop talking, so excited to be in each other’s presence.

“It’s so nice to be back,” you sigh. “I really do like St. Louis.”

Tayrn giggles. “You’re just excited to see Matthew.”

Though she isn’t wrong, you swat her bicep in faux annoyance. “What? Can a girl not enjoy a nice Midwestern city?” You push your sunglasses up onto the bridge of your nose before continuing. “Besides, I only came here to see you. I see enough of Matt at home.”

She rolls her eyes but extends her arm so you can fist bump her. With a quick look to make sure the way is clear, Taryn exits the parking spot and heads in the direction of your temporary home. The open sunroof allows the wind to whip through your hair and you struggle to tame it enough to put it in a ponytail. One Direction blasts from the stereo, and you join Taryn in screaming the lyrics until your lungs hurt. Being on vacation, even if it’s only to St. Louis, is so freeing. You don’t have to deal with work deadlines or friendship drama. All that matters is spending time with Matthew.

When you pull into the Tkachuk’s driveway it’s empty. It’s Thursday afternoon; Chantal’s at work, Keith is golfing with friends, and the boys are at the rink. You take a few minutes to unpack, filling Matthew’s drawers with your clothes, before joining Taryn by the pool. St. Louis is just as hot as the city you left, and the travel has left you feeling below average. A quick swim is sure to be the perfect remedy.

The water is the right kind of cool, and alleviates any stress you were possibly feeling. You’re properly in vacation mode now, lounging on pool floaties and gossiping with Taryn. An hour later when Matthew returns home you’re in basically the same position. Stepping out into the yard he sees you urging Taryn to turn around so you can place sunscreen onto the one spot she missed, laughing all the while at some ridiculous celebrity rumor she’s telling you. Seeing you get along so easy with his sister, and the rest of his family, makes his heart swell.

In the couple of months you’ve been separated, Matthew’s thought a lot about his future. Specifically about his future with you. When he closes his eyes he can see it clearly: the two of you married with children and a dog, living in a house in the mountains and loving life. It’s idyllic, and even though he knows you’d say yes if he asked you, Matthew still can’t bring himself to do it. There’s something in the back of his brain telling him to wait until he knows with absolute certainty that you’re it for him.

Not wanting to be separated from you for a minute more, he snaps out of his daze and scurries over. Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pressing a kiss to the base of neck, he relishes in how you mould to him immediately, not even questioning who it was.

“Welcome back baby,” Matthew mumbles into your skin.

With a chuckle you wriggle slightly in his grasp, allowing yourself to face him. You press a kiss to his lips and it feels like heaven. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, you suppose, because you could stand here kissing Matthew your the rest of your life and be happy.

“Hi Matty,” you giggle against his lips, parting from him only to rest your forehead on his and twist a curl around your finger.

From somewhere inside the house you hear Brady yell, “Jesus Christ, you two, get a room.”

Without taking his eyes off you, Matthew replies, “Fuck off Brady!”

two

The energy inside the Saddledome is electric. It’s the Flames’ first home game in nearly a week, doing an east coast road trip and sweeping every team they faced. Six games later the team is on a nine game winning streaking and are hoping to keep it going. You know how much it matters in this moment – the playoffs are fast approaching and all points they can tally up are needed.

You had decided months ago to buy rinkside tickets for this game, planning to surprise Matthew. He loves when you sit in the regular crowd, cheering and spilling your beer like any old fan. It’s humbling for the both of you, and honestly you enjoy it. Though you love those in the Better Halves box, you were a hockey fan before dating Matthew and sometimes like to enjoy games by yourself. Plus, your friend was supposed to be in town and join you at the game, and you figured she’d like to experience how insane the area is firsthand.

So you do your best to quickly shimmy around those blocking your seat, beverage in hand. It was all you could do to get to the rink on time, sitting in the dense downtown traffic for nearly three quarters of an hour after rushing out of work. You wanted to make it before warmups started to make sure Matt knows you’re there supporting him. No one really bats an eye at you, which you’re thankful for. In no way are you notorious, but it wouldn’t take a die-hard fan long to recognize you. Sitting down and letting a soft sigh escape your lips, you carefully place your jacket over the seat beside you. At the last minute your friend had to cancel her trip to Calgary, leaving you solo. With a quick look at the clock you see that warm up will start in just under a minute. The players begin to step onto the ice as you sip your beer. Matthew is yet to notice you but you don’t take offence. He’s in the zone and most likely won’t realize you’re sitting right in front of him until halfway through the third period.

“Look daddy, it’s Matthew Tkachuk!” you hear a young boy shriek in excitement. “He’s so fast, I want to play just like him.”

You turn to look and see two rows above you there’s a father and son, who looks around eight. He’s wearing a jersey identical to yours, and from the sounds of his excited chattering it’s his first game. Seeing the young boy so happy to be here, to see your boyfriend, has your heart swelling. You want to make this a game he’ll never forget.

“Hi,” you smile at the father. “I don’t mean to intrude, but I know Matthew quite well. Would you like me to get his attention so your son could meet him?”

A shocked expression makes its way onto the dad’s face, but he doesn’t react negatively. “You’d do that?” he asks. “Riley loves Matthew. Wants to be just like him.” When you nod, he lets you approach the boy.

“Hey there Riley, I’m Y/N,” you say, smiling and extending a hand to him. “I’m a special friend of Matthew’s. Would you like to meet him?”

The boy looks at his father tentatively, and only once he nods encouragingly does Riley respond to your question. “Yes please.”

“Why don’t you come down here with me and we’ll get his attention?”

With a little help from you, Riley climbs over the seats and plops unceremoniously beside you. You help him straighten out his jersey before beginning a conversation. He tells you he plays in a local youth league and wants to make it to the NHL one day. When prompted, you explain to him that you work a boring office job that you love even though it makes you angry sometimes. It’s all very formal, but after cracking a few jokes you get him to loosen up.

Matthew, still not having noticed you, begins to skate along the boards in your direction. “Watch this,” you whisper-yell to your newfound friend, “I bet he’ll jump super high.”

As soon as Matthew passes your spot you bang on the glass and scream his name. Sure enough, his skates lift a good three inches of the ice and he shrieks. Teammates around him laugh and the look on his face is priceless when he discovers you’re the culprit.

“Babe!”

You smile. “Matty, this is my new friend Riley. He wears number nineteen just like you!” A glance at the boy lets you know he’s starstruck, and your eyes lock with Matthew’s.

He leans down and rests his hands on his knees, at eye level with the child. “Hi Riley,” he begins. “I’m Matt. I like your jersey.”

After that, Riley’s a tap that won’t turn off. He details every bit of his day to Matt, and even though their voices are muffled a bit from the glass they get on like two peas in a pod. Matthew is great with children and doesn’t shy away from having legitimate conversations with them. He talks to them like they’re people, which is something you admire about him. The warmup time runs out, but before he heads back to the dressing room Matthew hoists his stick over the glass, giving it to Riley. The younger boy beams and waves goodbye. You blow Matthew a kiss, which he gladly returns, and turn your attention away from him as his figure retreats.

“Is he your boyfriend?”The question makes you laugh.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask, to which Riley just shrugs.

“He called you ‘babe’, and my mommy calls my dad that. That means you’re in love,” he says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world.

Matthew cannot pay attention in the locker room for the life of him. He’s trying really hard to listen to everyone’s hype speeches, but his mind keeps wandering back to the interaction you shared during warm up. You looked so happy watching him interact with the boy you found god knows where within the arena. It’s then he realizes he wants to watch you act like that for the rest of his life. He wants to see you bring excited children to meet him because you have the power to make their nights. His suspicion is confirmed when he steps onto the ice and looks in your direction, finding you and Riley pressed up against the glass cheering loudly.

three

The Giordano’s are hosting an end-of-season barbeque before everyone scatters into the wind, and you’re going to be late. No matter how much you reminded Matthew of what time you had to leave he still started getting ready as you were finishing up. This typically wouldn’t be a big deal, but he has recently started taking care of his curls, and the routine eats up a lot more time than he anticipates.

“Matty, are you almost ready? There’s going to be no parking!”

His footsteps echo off the hardwood floor as he comes towards you. “That’s what you’re worrying about, baby? Parking?” Matthew laughs, pulling you into his side and kissing the crown of your head.

“Yeah Matt, I am. You know I have parking anxiety.”

“I’ll drive then,” he says sweetly. “Besides, it’s been a while since I’ve driven us. Have some fun tonight.”

The short drive across town is full of laughter. Neither of you are great singers, but it doesn’t stop you from belting out lyrics at the top of your lungs. At some point Matthew breaks out a rather terrible impression of Axl Rose and you just have to post it to your instagram story. Captioning with a simple microphone emoji, you slip your phone back into your sweater pocket. Though most certainly warm enough to spend the entire evening outside, Calgary currently has a bit of a proclivity for wind, and you’d rather be prepared. Outside of Mark and Lauren’s house Matthew finds a spot and parallel parks with ease.

“Shut up,” you mumble, poking your tongue out at him.

Matthew ruffles your hair in retaliation before jumping out of the vehicle, booking it around to the other side so he can open your door. He isn’t slick about hiding his intentions, grabbing a handful off your ass before leaning down to kiss you. Though you’d much rather stand in the cul-de-sac and make out with your boyfriend, you both have appearances to keep up. You get him to stop being a pest kong enough that you can enter the party and pass him off to his teammates.

You congregate with some of the other girls in the corner of the yard, and enjoy a drink while the sun sets. It’s fun to gossip with them, to catch up one final time before most of them leave. You’ll be staying in Calgary, job tying you down for the foreseeable future. The only thing that’s better than spending time with your friends is glancing at Matthew from across the space.

He’s enjoying himself, glass of water in hand. When he offered to be the designated driver he was serious, and he took the shit the boys were giving him in stride. Though you’ve only had one gin and tonic and can’t feel the effects of the alcohol, you’re glad he’s staying true to his word. The heightened water intake makes his skin glow, and you’re having a hard time staying focussed on the story Lauren is telling. He catches you staring and shoots you a dazzling smile. Tired of keeping your distance, you excuse yourself from the conversation and saunter over to your boyfriend.

“Hey Y/N,” Noah says breezily, raising his glass to you in mock salute. You wrap your arms tightly around Matthew’s waist.

“Hanifin,” you smile. “I’m really sorry to do this, but I need to pull Matt away for a quick second.”

No one in the group is the least bit surprised. The two of you have a reputation for being young and in love, sneaking off often and doing everything that entails. Once the two of you are alone you rest a hand on his chest, dangerously close to the button of his shirt. You then move kissing along the underside of his jaw, pressing your body closer to his to ensure he gets the point.

“Needy baby?” Matthew tries to smirk, but his voice wavers when you reach the junction of his jawbone and earlobe.

Declining to speak, you continue your actions until he’s just as desperate to get home as you. Though you try to be sneaky as you exit through the back gate, you won’t be surprised if you wake up to a few crude text messages. You’re too far gone to care, solely focussed on showing your boyfriend how much you love him.

The entire ride home Matthew can barely focus on the road. Not because you’re doing anything particularly risqué, a few too many close calls have put you both off of initiating things in the car, but because he doesn’t ever want to stop sneaking away from events with you. It’s exhilarating in more ways than one, and he hopes the feeling never goes away. Being with you, his best friend, is something he wouldn’t trade for the entire world. So what if he gets chirped by the boys for having precariously placed marks on his back.

four

September brings a chill to Calgary, but you couldn’t feel warmer. Matthew is due home this afternoon after nearly four months of being away. Of course you visited him in St. Louis, and he even flew back to the city once, but the two of you were mostly separated. Your shared apartment felt cold and lonely without him to annoy you, so you had spent as much time away from it as possible. No longer do you have to fall asleep with Matt’s side of the bed stone cold.

Though you know he likely won’t care, you’re nervous about the new decor. In an effort to make yourself feel better in Matthew’s absence, you completed some home renovations. Most are superficial, like a new sectional and an ungraded home speaker system, but you had redone the entire kitchen after scrolling through pinterest. The cabinets are a bright yellow, and the walls are a warm cream. Subway tile has also replaced the previous backsplash. You’re quite proud of the way it looks – doing pretty much all of it yourself and only calling your dad when you really needed help.

You spend much of the morning not doing anything productive, pacing the hallway back and forth. It’s nerve wracking and exciting to have Matthew home. Things will go much smoother with his presence even if he can sometimes be the most annoying person on the planet. You force yourself to eat a small meal before continuing to wear holes into your floor. He’ll arrive in a matter of minutes, and you’re practically vibrating with how much your legs are shaking.

A key twists in the lock, as though it’s a Pavlovian response, you bound towards the front door. Not even letting him step over the threshold you wrap yourself around him as tightly as possible. Matthew giggles sweetly, and you swear it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard. Tears flow freely down your cheeks and soak through his shirt. In a very ungraceful waddle Matthew carries the both of you inside your home and shuts the door lightly.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Matt asks, obviously concerned because this is more emotional than any homecoming you’ve ever had.

Through hiccupping sobs, you stutter out, “I painted the kitchen cabinets yellow and you’re going to hate them. And then you’ll want to break up with me but I won’t be able to take them with me.”

“Woah woah woah, slow down baby,” he soothes, rubbing circles on your back. “Why am I going to hate it?”

When you can’t come up with a justifiable answer, he knows your anxiety just got the better of you. Repositioning you slightly so you’re tucked into his side, Matthew walks through the apartment to see the kitchen for himself. He’s blown away by its beauty, and he can see just how much work you put into it. The room is so much brighter and inviting – he can’t imagine having any other kitchen now.

Once you ramble off an apology for being so dramatic that he won’t accept, the two of you settle into the couch and start a reality television marathon. It’s a tradition that both of you take very seriously, and though he’d never admit it to anyone but you, Matthew looks forward to watching the outlandish dramas. The night is quiet, with you getting through quite a few seasons of Desperate Housewives, and at some point you fall asleep on Matthew’s chest. He knows he should gently move you off of him, start to unpack his bags, but he can’t tear himself away.

He can’t help but stare as you snore softly. There’s nothing Matthew would like more than to spend the rest of his life relaxing after coming home to you. If he’s being completely honest, St. Louis doesn’t feel like home as much anymore, and he finds himself counting down the days until he can return to Calgary. Matt supposes you’re the defining factor, and even Antarctica would feel like home to him if you were there. He never wants to lose that feeling.

+ one

There’s ten seconds left on the clock. Ten seconds until the Calgary Flames will become Stanley Cup champions. You’re holding your breath – you know a lot could happen in such a short amount of time. The lead isn’t as wide as you’d like it to be, only one, and you squeeze Taryn’s hand tightly. Everyone in the friends and family box is just as amped up as you. If the choice had been yours, you’d be sitting in the stands of the Saddledome, but in event the Flames win you need to be with everyone else if you want to join the team on the ice.

Matthew carries the puck up the ice, and you audibly gasp. At the last second, a Bruins defenseman is blocking his view of the net. Not letting the scoring opportunity go for his team, he snaps a pass backwards to Elias Lindholm. A nano-second later the puck is in the back of the net. You possibly scream the loudest of anyone in the box, jumping into Brady’s arms excitedly.

“Holy shit, they’re going to do it,” you whisper, and Brady nods enthusiastically. The clock now only has two seconds, and there is virtually no way the Bruins can make a comeback.

You untangle yourself from your boyfriend’s brother and approach his parents. “How exciting is this!” Chantal gushes.

“So fucking exciting,” you say honestly. “Listen, I want to talk to you about something.”

The Bruins’ head coach is halfway through his timeout, so you have to talk fast. You explain that you want to hang back while the family celebrates with their son and brother. Keith and Chantal try to argue, but you insist. You want them to be the first people to greet him as a Stanley Cup champion.

A horn signals the return to play, and you return your attention to the ice pad below you. Everything seems to move in slow motion; all you remember is the final whistle being blown and getting crushed in a group hug by everyone else in the room. Your voice goes hoarse from screaming, and tears stream freely down your face.

The party continues for a short time in the box, but then you’re being led through the arena and out onto the ice. Nodding in the direction of Matthew, you urge the Tkachuks to greet him. You congratulate other members of the team, snapping candid pictures of everyone to share in the group chat later. So many families will treasure the photos that you can’t bring yourself to stop, trying your hardest to grab everyone.

Once enough time has passed for Matthew to properly be congratulated by his family, you make your way towards him. Wasting no time, he skates over and lifts you off your feet. Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, and if you weren’t so proud you’d have reservations about sticking your tongue down Matthew’s throat in a packed arena.

“I’m so proud of you,” you whisper against his lips. “My champion.”

Matthew blushes profusely at your words, and you can tell he likes them. “Couldn’t have done it without you supporting me,” he responds, leaning into your touch as you rake your fingers through his hair.

While you celebrate with the rest of the team, holding babies and snapping pictures, Matthew realizes he can’t live without you. No one else will fit into his life as perfectly as you. There’s no one he wants besides you. Matthew makes a mental note to go through your jewelry box in the morning to get your ring size. His mom always said he’d know when someone was ‘the one’, and now he understands what she meant.

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Walls

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Warnings: I made this angsty as hell and I don’t know why. Vague allusions to spiciness, unrequited love (maybe?), emotionally stunted Joel

Word Count: 1,340

Author’s Note: This is set pre-TLOU. Joel is kind of a dick here. I blame the fact that I’ve been reading Dirt on Ao3 and am just a tiny bit disillusioned with him at the moment. This probably isn’t what you expected, but I promise I have some Joel fluff coming up soon and I hope you enjoy it anyway, anon!

Prompt: Friends with benefits and both people catching feelings.

Summary: You were never supposed to fall in love with a broken man.

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“You really think this is the best time to have this conversation?” Joel demanded, a hint of irritation in his voice.

It wasn’t. You knew that. It hadn’t stopped the words from tumbling out of your mouth. We need to talk.

You’d known Joel for about a year now, having met him and Tess shortly after finding your way into the Boston quarantine zone. It hadn’t taken long for you to find yourself in Joel’s bed, content to pass your nights in blissful ignorance of the outside world.

You and Joel were… something. He was a complicated man with no concrete role in your life, and it was killing you. He was obviously more than a friend, but describing him as your boyfriend was strictly, absolutely out of the question. You suspected that he’d walk straight out the gates of the QZ, never to be seen again, if he ever caught wind of you uttering that word and his name in the same sentence. A few months ago, you wouldn’t have blamed him.

You knew you were being unfair to him by asking for more. It was a complete violation of the unspoken rules of your undefined relationship, but things had changed. You needed answers.

“I meant what I said, Joel. I need to know what we’re doing here.”

“What’s that ‘sposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” You shrugged. “If you ever wanted to tell me how you feel, it’s now or never.”

“You’re giving me an ultimatum?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his broad chest. It was a dangerous move on your part. Joel wasn’t a man who reacted well to being backed into a corner, but you were so sure…

“I heard that one of Robert’s guys has a thing for you. Jacob or Jason or… whatever his name is. This have somethin’ to do with that?” Joel wondered, shifting the attention away from him. He knew you better than to believe you would let this go, but it didn’t hurt to try.

You almost roll your eyes at the question. It was so obvious to everyone else that you were head over heels for him. The idea that you would end things with Joel for someone else was downright laughable to you now.

“No,” You shook your head. “This isn’t about that. I’m talking about us.”

Joel’s jaw tensed at your use of the word.

“There ain’t an us, remember?” He said, a mocking dreaminess in his tone as he echoed the word back to you. “That ain’t the arrangement we made.”

The arrangement in question was supposed to be a way to scratch an itch, plain and simple. Nothing more than a way to blow off some steam and distract yourselves from the struggles that came along with the end of the world as you knew it. At first, you’d thought that both of you had seen too much and lost too many people to go and do something as stupid as falling in love, but here you were, in over your head and so sure that there could be something more here, if only Joel would let you in.

“Well, maybe I want to renegotiate,” You challenged. “I know you care a lot more than you let on. Maybe you can hide it from the rest of the world, but I know you better than that, Joel.”

You thought you did, at least. For all of the walls Joel had built around himself, they had seemed less insurmountable as the months had passed. As if each passing night together helped knock them down, brick by brick, giving you the glimpse of the man he used to be. The one you’d fallen in love with.

You thought back to the night when he bandaged your sprained wrist after a scuffle with Bill on a smuggling run. His calloused fingers were so delicate on your skin as he wrapped it in a makeshift brace, and his eyes flickered to yours every so often to check that you were alright. And then there were all of the times that rations ran particularly sparse, as they usually did, and he offered to share his food, claiming that he wasn’t hungry and insisting that you finish it up for him. Joel was a caregiver by nature, even if he believed that life was behind him now.

Most often, though, you saw that softer side of him in the quiet of his tiny, run-down apartment, with the moonlight streaming in through the window and Joel’s sleepy smile as you exchanged stories about your lives from before. With his arms around you as you slept, safe and warm, it was easy to forget that it wasn’t supposed to mean anything. In moments like those, you had been so sure that deep down, Joel loved you.

You didn’t see that man now, standing in the dim lights of his dingy kitchen. The Joel that stood before you was harsh, made wary by a lifetime of pain and loss. The more you said, the higher his walls went up. They were towering over you now, just like they had been the day you’d met, as if the past few months had never happened.

“You knew what this was when we started this,” He grumbled, shaking his head. You could see that he knew where this was headed. You were treading on thin ice here, but you couldn’t stop the words that left your mouth.

“I know. I knew. I mean, I thought I did, but… then I fell in love with you, Joel. And I just thought…” I thought you loved me too, you wanted to say. “Is the idea of someone caring about you really so horrible?”

The desperation in your voice seemed to suck the oxygen out of the room. It was too late to turn back now, the fragility of whatever it was between you so apparent as the seconds crept by without a response.

Your words seemed to have struck a nerve with him, his nostrils flaring slightly as he ground his teeth together. He seemed to fight with himself over a response before settling on his biting words. “I told you, I don’t want to hear it. That ain’t what we’re doin’ here. I think you’d better get on home now. Curfew will be here soon.”

“Please don’t shut me out,” You said softly, stepping forward to place a hand on his arm, practically begging him to look at you. “I love you, Joel. It’s okay to let yourself care about someone again, you know? You aren’t going to lose me too.”

When he finally turned back to you, you noticed that a coldness had sparked in his eyes. It told you that you’d crossed a line, and you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to go back. He’d never looked at you that way before, and it frightened you in a way that you hadn’t expected, like looking at a complete stranger.

“This is over.” His voice was hollow and rough like gravel, and as if a part of him was pained by the words despite the finality in his tone.

Your heart sank at his reaction. It hadn’t been the one you’d hoped for, but it was the one you should have expected. Wherever that man you loved was, Joel seemed determined to bury him along with the life he’d left behind him in Texas. You looked at him one last time, the broken man who’d stolen your heart.

In a different time and place, in another life where you’d met in a coffee shop instead of a quarantine zone, you liked to think he could have let himself love you the way you loved him. But in this life, the one where he had already lost so much, you knew you couldn’t have that. The walls were just too high.

“Yeah, I know,” You breathed out shakily, already heading towards the door as the tears threatened to spill over your cheeks. “Goodbye, Joel.”

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