#the seating arrangement was and and the bf sitting next to each other

[wasteland-lover]

i just remembered one of the dreams i had last night..

[kittykatbang4]

HIDDEN DESIRES

PAIRING ★ kim sunwoo x IdolF!reader

SUMMARY - yn spends two months overseas filming for her upcoming drama much to her toxic boyfriend's dislike. When she returned, she had planned on surprising her bf however he surprised her first, with another woman, a friend to be exact. A broken heart, a ruined self-esteem and with no where to go she seeks her brother's help.

GENRE : social media au, fluff, angst, enemies to lovers-ish (not really enemies just mutual dislike).

WARNINGS - mature language, mentions of alcohol

CHAPTER 5 - Movie Night

~~~ written portion ~~~

The downstairs dorm living room was in absolute chaos as 11 men, including yourself, tried to figure out the seating arrangement for this movie night. It also didn’t help that during dinner there had been a high amount of alcoholic beverages consumed so half of you were far from sober.

You finally settled at being sandwiched between Juyeon and Hyunjae, the latter had his arm around your shoulder and a beer in his other hand. Originally you had wanted to sit next to Sunwoo, to test out if he really was that fan account and to see if he had feelings for you but you chickened out last minute. 

“Pillows there.” Sangyeon pointed at the floor around the coffee table that was littered with snacks.

Jacob and Kevin scattered the pillows across the floor, taking their seats on the floor next to each other with their backs leaning against the legs of who sat at the big sofa in the middle of the living room: Chanhee, Haknyeon, Changmin and Eric.

Across from you, on the small 2 seater couch near the door that lead to the hallway was Sunwoo, like he said he would be, and Younghoon.

“Everyone got drinks and snacks?” Changmin grabbed the TV remote as a unison ‘yes’ was heard across the room “Let’s start it then.”

The whole living room went dark as the opening credits started playing, the eerie music already making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You took small sips of your drink, your eyes darting from the screen to Sunwoo , his arms crossed as he sat with his legs spread, his full attention on the movie.

It was better this way, at least until you figured out if whatever you were feeling for him was real or if you just liked the attention he had been giving you for the past few days. But surely if that was the case you would be throwing yourself at half of your friends by now.

Sunwoo looked effortlessly handsome in just a black plain tee and joggers, which made it worse for you because you shouldn’t even be considering being attracted to him.

That was a path you would rather not go down again.

“You’re staring.” You felt Hyunjae’s breathe fan across your cheek as he whispered in your ear.

You turned your head to look at him, your nose brushing against his from how close his face was making you chuckle lightly. Your hand reaching over to pat his cheek earning an eye roll from Hyunjae.

“Tease.” He shook his head, his fingers grabbing your chin turning your face to make you face the TV again.

Of course your mind had other plans as you found yourself once again looking in Sunwoo’s direction. You were taken aback when you caught him staring back, sending daggers in your and Hyunjae's direction. He almost looked jealous and that excited your silly tipsy mind.

That look alone did something dangerous to your heart.

You decided to be a menace today and lean your back fully against Hyunjae, his hand now wrapped around your waist and resting flat against your stomach. Swinging your legs over Juyeon's lap was the cherry on top as his hands immediately found your legs and he began drawing slow circles on your bare skin with his thumb.

You heard Sunwoo scoff loud and clear, his eyes leaving you to return to the movie and you did the same.

Mission accomplished.

Sunwoo was a distraction throughout the whole duration of the movie as you kept glancing over at him, especially on all the jumpscare scenes, taking enjoyment in watching his eyes widen and his body drawing closer to Younghoon's to hide behind him. It was cute and you were starting to regret not sitting next to him just so you could be in Younghoon's place.

The next instalment in the series was loaded up on the screen while you waited for Eric, Sangyeon, Hyunjae and Juyeon to return from the shop with more drinks.

 Your seating companions had left you wrapped up in a blanket, wearing Juyeon’s hoodie and the remaining of your preferred alcoholic beverage in hand as you scrolled through your phone with the other, mostly through twitter and messages from Soyeon asking for updates on the current situation.

You were so caught up texting your friend back that you failed to notice Sunwoo making his way towards you. Only taking notice when his weight dropped on the seat beside you and his cologne hit you. It should be illegal to smell that good for a movie night.

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him, trying to ignore how his leg was flush against yours.

“What?” You asked, setting your phone beside you, feeling it vibrate against your hand as you did so.

“Thought you’d like a closer look, you’ve been staring at me for 2 hours.” Your eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights and you could feel your face warming. “Am I that handsome?” He gestured to his face.

“Get over yourself.” You scoffed crossing your arms over your chest and turning your head to look at anyone but him “I was just enjoying seeing you scared."

His index finger poked your cheek to bring your attention back to him and when you did your eyes fell right on his lips – soft, plump, kissable lips that you used to dream about back in your trainee days.

"Is that what you're into?" His finger was still pressed against your cheek.

You blinked, mind rushing with panic as you realised that you had probably been too obvious with the staring. Sunwoo tilted his head, a smirk plastered on his lips.

“Or do you prefer someone else's attention?” His finger dropped from your face to grasp as the string on the collar of Juyeon's hoodie "Looked like it." He pulled slightly on it, body inching closer to his as if this was his plan all along.

Your hand covered your mouth, surpressing the giggle that you had let out but it had been loud enough to grab the attention of the others who were now very invested in what was going on between you and Sunwoo.

“Are you jealous?” It had been meant to tease him but the way his face dropped when those words left your mouth made it seem like you had just stolen candy from a baby.

Sunwoo scoffed, standing up from beside you. Instantly, you missed the warmth of his leg against yours.

 “Jealous of what? You can do whatever you want.” He gestured towards the others “Sleep with half of them for all I care.” Sunwoo marched out of the living room and you were left with your mouth hanging open.

Kevin and Jacob laughter filled the silence that followed, holding onto each other like what had just happened had been the funniest thing they had experienced.

“So glad we got his approval.” Chanhee said before he too burst out laughing.

Changmin scratched at his head, unsure of what to say because he knew that was Sunwoo just basically admitting that yes he was jealous.

Haknyeon motioned to you, silently saying 'talk later?' to which you nodded.

“I have never seen him that riled up.” Younghoon commented as he took a swig off his beer before standing up “I’ll talk to him.” And was out of the door.

Loud chatter came from the hallway where the other boys were returning from the shop.

"What's so funny?" Juyeon asked as he sat beside you once more, boldly letting his arm rest around you.

Chanhee waved his hand in dismissal "Inside joke, you just had to be there."

Half hour later and you were settled in the same seats as before, this time Sangyeon was hugging your leg and you were patting his soft hair.

Sunwoo hadn’t come back, you really didn't expect him to but it still dissapointed you. Younghoon said he was tired and had gone to bed, which you knew was an excuse.

You were definitely a little more than tipsy by now and you weren't really paying attention to the movie at all. The only thing on your mind right now was Kim Sunwoo.

It was halfway through the movie that you decided to do something about it, excusing yourself to the bathroom and quickly making your way to the hallway that led to all the bedrooms.

The hallway was dark, you didn't bother to turn the light as you tiptoed towards the room at the very end. Light was seeping through the bottom, indicating that Sunwoo was still very much awake.

You pressed your knuckles against the wooden frame and knocked softly, part of you hoping he wouldn’t listen but unfortunately he did as two seconds later he opened the door and you were face to face with a very angry Sunwoo.

“What do you want?” He asked.

You fiddled with your fingers, staring at the ground “I want to apologise for teasing you in front of the guys." You said it slowly, afraid of slurring your words.

Sunwoo snorted and you looked up at him with frowned eyebrows, he didn't look angry anymore but you couldn't really read the expression on his face.

"I think you should go to sleep." He placed his hands on your shoulders "I'll speak to you when you're sober." And smiled.

You pouted at him, extending your arms to the side "Hug me and I'll leave you alone." In your mind you had sounded normal but the smirk on his face said otherwise.

Sunwoo didn’t do or say anything. You were ready to take it as a rejection, your arms slowly lowering but then he moved forward pulling your body towards his and warping his strong arms around your torso. Your heart was about to jump out of your chest at the feel of his fingers bunching up the fabric at your back.

You didn’t move for what felt like an eternity and when you did, you moved slowly. It wasn't everyday you got a hug from Sunwoo so you wanted to take your sweet time as you wrapped your arms around his middle, your hands resting flatly against his back.

“You smell like Juyeon." He whispered against your neck and the brush of his lips over your skin nearly sent you into overdrive.

You knew it wasn't a compliment.

Eventually, you broke the hug but his arms stayed around you as he glanced down at you with those big brown eyes and you could swear his cheeks were a faint shade of pink.

Your eyes moved to his lips once more. God you wanted to kiss him so badly but you knew sober you would regret it in the morning.

However drunk you didn't really care. You could feel yourself leaning upwards.

But of course the moment had to be ruined by someone coughing behind you.

Sunwoo practically shoved you off him and you did the same, ending up with your back against the nearby wall as if you had just been caught doing something you shouldn't.

Which you did because it was Sangyeon that was staring down at the two of you with an arched eyebrow and a disapproving look on his face.

The sound of a door closing snapped your attention back to Sunwoo but he was gone without saying another word.

With a sigh you walked towards your brother and side hugged him.

“You’re terrible.” You pouted and he pressed a finger to your nose to bop it.

“It’s for your own good.” Sangyeon dragged you back to the living room where he kept hold of you all night so you wouldn’t do something you regretted.

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[skycollides]

if you havent done something like this already could you do something where angel and reader argue like crazy and frustrate each other but really they're crushing on each other but wont admit it, and then it suddenly comes out when they're in a screaming match or something?😂

Hey darling! Thanks for the request I hope you enjoy it.💜

Take Me Home Reyes

Angel x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

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Warning: insecurity, swearing

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Having a crush is not a bad thing. Having a crush on a guy who has women all over him all the time is weighing heavy on you. You thought about telling him but seeing him with these women you know you won’t have a chance.

’’You need to move on Y/n. ’’ your best friend says.

’’I know.’’

’’Glad we’re finally on the same page. I hate to see you running around with a fake smile. I wanna see a real one. You deserve to be happy. Tonight my dear Y/n we’re heading to the clubhouse. Ez would me that some charter is visiting and there’s a small party. So I’ll be playing matchmaker and find you a decent guy. Not buts and I won’t accept a no for an answer.’’ she says.

’’Let’s do this. I’m mean how bad can it be.’’ you give in knowing there is no room for a discussion.

’’That’s the spirit Y/N!’’ she exclaims happily.

Later that day

It didn’t take Y/bf/n long to find someone who seems to be interested in you and is your type.

So now you’re sitting here drinking and having fun with a guy you’ve just met.

’’What brings such a beautiful and intelligent woman here into a clubhouse full of outlaws.’’ he asks you and you your cheeks heat up.

’’My best friend is dating the prospect. One day he invited her and she didn’t want to go alone so i tagged along. Thats how I ended up here.’’ you explain to him.

’’And you stayed because?’’

’’They’ve grown on me. I never was that kind of person who enjoyed going to parties and large groups of people but I enjoy spending my time here. It feels like a big family get together I-’’ before you can continue Gilly interrupts you.

’’Sorry to interrupt but here’s the beer I owe you sweetheart.’’ he says handing you the beer.

’’You didn’t have to Gilly.’’ you try to argue.

’’Nonsense you won’t the bet and I lost.’’ he says.

’’Well thank you.’’ you smile.

’’I’ll leave you to lovebirds be’’ Gilly says and winks at you before walking away.

’’Sorry about that.’’ is all you get out.

’’It’s fine really. Wanna go outside?’’ he asks you and you nod before getting off the couch and following him outside.

Meanwhile - Angel’s Pov

’’How long do you wanna stare at them Bro?’’ Ez asks his older bother.

’’Depends on.’’

’’On what?’’ he wants to know but doesn’t get an answer out of him.

’’You sure you don’t have a thing for our sweet Y/n?’’

’’I don’t Ez why would I?’’ Angel says with a firm voice.

’’Look at those two. I’m glad she finally found a decent guy. I guess I did a good job. Don’t you think guys?’’ Angel turns his head to see your best friend taking a seat next to Ez.

’’Playing matchmake now?’’ Ez asks while Angel stays silent.

’’Yep someone has to.’’

’’You think this is a good idea? I mean you don’t know him you don’t know what his intention are.’’ Angel says not taking his eyes off you.

’’Neither do you Angel. C’mon Ez the pool table is waiting for us. You still owe me a rematch.’’ they leave while Angel continues to stare at you and your new friend.

When he sees the two of you leave the clubhouse something in him snaps. He decides to do something about it and follows the two of you outside.

Your Pov

’’Wanna go for a ride?Get away from here for a bit?’’ he asks you and before you can reply you hear a voice behind you.

’’C’mon Y/n leave that poor guy alone. He doesn’t deserve this.’’ You hear Angel say.

’’What is he talking about Y/n?’’ he asks confused.

’’I have no idea’’ you reply just as confused.

’’Stop playing around girl. I’ll explain it to you. My dear Y/n is fishing in the same water as we are and still from time to time she checks if she still could get a man which you just proved. Since I’m such a nice guy I try to save you from the heart break.’’ Angel explains while wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

’’Wow I better get going. Have fun playing your sick little game with someone else.’’ he spits out and you don’t really know what is happening.

’’Wait!Please! None of this is true.’’ you try to explain while shoving Angel away but he won’t listen. You turn around and see Angel standing there his hands in the pockets of his jeans smirking.

’’What is you fucking problem Angel?.’’ you yell and make your way over to where he is standing.

’’Don’t have one’’ he says and gives you a smile which makes you even more furious than you where before.

’’This isn’t funny asshole’’ you say and shove him again and again but the only thing he does is laugh.

’’STOP LAUGHING’’ you yell.

’’C’mon that do you even want with a guy like him? I was doing you a favor. You should be thankful Y/n.’’

’’Thankful! I should be THANKFUL? Did you run into a wall or something. The last thing I am right now is thankful. You’re a piece of shit Angel. I can’t believe I’m friends with a guy like you.’’

’’What guy am I? I’d really like to hear that’’ he asks you with a bight the smile on his face. You explode because he doesn’t take you or this conversation serious.

’’You Angel Reyes are an excuse of a human being. You can’t stand not being the center of attention. Which is why you did this. Since no woman was paying attention to you tonight you bored and decided to go out and ruin my chances with a sweet guy. God I don’t even know why I fell for you.’’ you said the last part more quiet and realized really quickly what just left your mouth hoping Angel didn’t hear you but he did.

’’What? Say that again Y/n.’’ he says and walks towards you while you take a step back.

’’Why so you can make fun of me. I know that I don’t have a chance with you. Let’s just forget this happened so I don’t have to feel more humiliated than I already do.’’ you say and your voice breaks. Tears are streaming down your face and before you know it you’re standing in the middle of the snap yard sobbing. Before you know it Angel pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you tightly. 

’’It’s okay mi dulce! It’s okay. I’ve got you Y/n.’’ he says while kissing your head. You give in and wrap your arms around his waist.

’’The reason why I said those things is because I can’t stand seeing you with a man that is not me. You had me hooked from the moment we met Y/n. I was just too much of a fool to make a move on you. You ARE good enough do you hear me sweetheart. You are. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise okay?! Can you forgive me?’’ he asks and you nod.

’’I should be the one asking you for forgiveness Angel. I’m sorry that I called you that.’’ you say and move away from him to be able to look at him properly.

’’It’s okay. I was an ass. I guess I kinda deserved it. You can make it up to me.’’ 

’’How?’’ you ask.

’’With a kiss’’

’’I guess that can be arranged.’’ you say and laugh.

You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands find the way to your hips. You stare at each other for a moment before you give him a soft kiss on the lips.

’’Wanna know how you can make it up to me?’’ you ask him and he nods.

’’Take me home Reyes. With you.’’ you say and he smile like a cheshire cat.

’’I like the way you think Y/n.’’ he says and smirks.

’’Forget it Reyes! I won’t be sleeping with you. No sex before the first date.’’ you say.

’’I guess I can live with that. I hope you’re not busy because I’ll take you out tomorrow night babe.’’

’’Cheeky bastard’’ you laugh.

’’That’s what made you fall for me.’’ he jokes.

’’Stop talking and get me out of here Reyes’’ you say and slap him playfully.

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[mindofharry]

Okay but age gap with pilotrry though. Like you're on a flight back home from college (maybe to visit your mediocre current bf/fuck buddy that's your age) that gets delayed due to weather, so you're being sad in the hotel/airport bar when Harry walks up and sits next to you, chatting you up with about the delay and you're admitting that you're already nervous about flying but it's especially bad in bad weather, so he's trying to walk you through all the training they get to fly in storms, getting closer to you as you keep talking until his hand is on your thigh just a bit too high to be totally casual. And just when the tension is getting up there, he gets an alert that all flights from the airport are grounded for the night and they're going to start arranging hotels for passengers and is like "you're gonna be put in some shit little room because of your economy seat, love. How about you come to the suite I'll be getting instead so I can keep helping you relax?" and before you know it, he's fucking you against the wall of his hotel room because you could barely keep your hands off each other on the car ride. After the first round, you blurt out how that was the best sex you've had in a while and tell him about the mediocre bf/fwb, and he just smirks and is like "Oh darling, let me show you what a real man with experience can do for a sweet, tight little pussy like yours."

FUCK

[golbrocklovely]

Colby is never alone with Stas unless Katrina and Sam go off to be alone by themselves. Knowing him he would not just leave her behind. Same with seating arrangements, Kat sits with her bf so who is she supposed to sit with? The bartender? If she werent there Katrina would most likely be walking by herself or Colby would. Also aside from Stas liking stuff about them being more, Colby still likes stuff pertaining to exes and hookups so not very boyfriend material of him. He likes to mess around and shes all for it.

yeah, i know him and her aren't alone all that often. but i was just saying, even if they were, it's clearly very platonic.

and that's the thing too. kat and sam are always gonna sit next to each other, so that obviously only leaves stas and colby to sit with one another.

and colby liking stuff from his exes/hook ups just shows he very much single and not with stas. i don't think it's that deep tbh. i think they're just friends and convo only comes back around bc they post photos together bc… they're friends, and friends do that lol

for my sake, i honestly hope they post nothing from tomorrowland :|

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

A Little Blood Never Hurt Anyone

Fandom: The Mentalist

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader (Reader Menstruates, but no pronouns used, reader is Marcus’ partner not specified as GF or BF)

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff​ aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long​

Rating: T (Nudity, nothing sexual though, are boy is just here to help you)

Warnings: Blood because periods and your embarrassment, but Marcus is a sweetie and he is here to help you. 

Summary: There’s one thing about Marcus that differentiates him from all your past boyfriend’s and that is that he’s an adult man who acts like an adult man. He’s mature, he’s responsible, he’s kind, he’s pragmatic and romantic. So when you’re bleeding everywhere, it surprises you, but really shouldn’t, that he’s calm, collected and just wants to take care of you.

Notes: This is a theme I come back to, I think mostly because as an adult who menstruates there’s something deeply attractive about a man who’s a actual adult and can’t handle you bleeding from your vagina like an adult and not like a child who can’t even say the word period. 

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There was never a worse feeling than the slick wetness of blood pooling between your thighs at 2 in the morning. There was not a worse way to find yourself roused from sleep than to feel that sensation as blood slips down your inner thighs and pools beneath you soaking into your bed covers and clothes, this wake-up call was made exponentially worse when you realised Marcus had slept over and that you’d never even had to broach the topic of periods with him. No, no conversation had ever happened, you had no idea what his attitude was, but now you’d gone and bled over your bedding and partly on him, if the feeling of blood pooling near where he was curled around you was anything to go by. You hadn’t expected to have to deal with this with your boyfriend of four months, but you supposed it was inevitable, seeing as it happened every month. 

With a groan you push the duvet off of the two of you and sit up to assess the damage. Turning on the lamp, Marcus barely stirs as you take time to figure out what’s happened. There’s a noticeable red spot through your pajama bottoms and the fitted sheet underneath has a large wet spot too, looking to Marcus you feel embarrassment warm your cheeks at the blood stains on his pajama bottoms where he’d been curled up with you. It makes you want to cry because this is not how you wanted to wake up or spend your morning and you’ll have to wake Marcus who already has to get up early to leave for a case at 5am. He shouldn’t have to get up early and he shouldn’t have to have his pajama bottoms ruined by your blood. 

“Marcus...baby.” You shake his shoulders gently, wincing at the feeling of blood slipping down your legs as you sit up and how gross you feel in that moment. You can’t believe it came a whole week early, a whole week, how were you supposed to predict that? 

“Mmm, sweetheart? What’s wrong?” His voice is thick and heavy with sleep, deeper than usual if that’s possible and under any other circumstance it would make you want to curl up into him as he talked to you. 

“I...I started my period and there’s blood everywhere, I’m sorry for waking you, baby, but you need to get changed...I...I’m sorry.” It’s the embarrassment and upset in your voice that wakes him up fully, forcing him to sit up and take stock of the situation. You’re right there’s blood on him, but that’s okay, his pajamas are the ratty sort that he should have thrown out years ago anyway. You're covered in it and the bed needs changing too, but it’s okay, he thinks, this is okay, he can do that simply enough. He’s never minded changing the bed. The sheets are dark enough in colour that it shouldn’t stain too badly. He’s calculating the best course of action, what to do first before he even notices your downward gaze and trembling lip.

“Hey...honey,” He’s cupping your cheeks in his hands, large and warm. They bring your focus back onto him and not the blood that is drying on your legs or the aching that’s starting up in your lower back and abdomen. “It’s okay, a little blood never hurt anyone. Let’s get you cleaned up first, okay?” He keeps his voice soft for you, hands stroking a gentle thumb on the apple of your cheek before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

He’s wide awake now as he steps out of your bed and walks to your side, hands gripping your own as he walks you backwards to the bathroom. The bed can wait until he’s got you into the shower and got you some clothes and whatever else you need. You come first and you’re clearly uncomfortable as the blood flows steadily downwards with the force of gravity.

“I’m so embarrassed, Marcus…” You can’t wait to get clean, you feel horrible and uncomfortable. The lure of warm water has you picking up the pace to the bathroom even though your stomach cramps are getting worse and worse with each second. 

“Honey, you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. If it’s about the blood…” He gestures to the red stains on his sweatpants that you just know aren’t coming out with how they’ve already dried, “I’m an adult, a little blood doesn’t bother me and I needed to throw these away anyway.” 

He turns the shower on, letting it heat up as he begins to help you out of your stained pajamas. He’s certain he can get the blood out of them if he gets them in a tub to soak fast enough, the blood is fresh enough. He knows they’re your favourite pair and he’d hate for you to have to throw them away, “I don’t ever want you to be ashamed of your periods, sweetheart, it’s natural. It’s okay.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” You think back to the last couple of boyfriends, how they just couldn’t even stomach you mentioning your period let alone the sight of blood or a sanitary towel or tampon. He’s so vastly different in the maturity with which he’s handling this that it confuses you that he’s not shying away from you right now. 

“Baby,” He holds your face in his hands again once you're free of your clothes, “I don’t know what sort of guys you were dating before, but they should have helped you with this, okay? I’m not setting a new standard, I'm just doing what I should.” It breaks his heart to think that you’re ashamed of your body, of something that you can’t help and that you somehow think he’s something special for doing what anyone should do for their partner when they’re bleeding for days on end. It’s the least you should expect from him. 

“Now, get your cute butt in that shower and I'll get these clothes in a bucket and change the bedding. Do you want one of my shirts to change into? Where do you keep your tampons? Pads?” Taps you on the butt, a light tap urging you under the warm spray before gathering your clothes. 

“Yes please, I think there’s one in my closet? The flannel that you left last time? I’ve got some stuff in here in the cupboard,” You think to your stash under the sink, grateful you weren’t running out of anything. 

“The flannel, got it, honey!” 

He leaves you to your shower and strips the bed off first before anything else. The blood spot is pretty large, but it’s still wet and once again he’s pretty sure the stain will come out, especially in the darker fabric. His pajama bottoms follow, they’re probably a lost cause but he figures he might as well try and clean them just in case. He putters to your kitchen and fills your mop bucket up with cold water and stain remover, leaving the laundry in it to soak before putting it anywhere near a washing machine.

The flannel is in your chest of drawers and he grabs it along with a pair of your underwear that he’s sure are one of your comfier pairs. You’re still under the stream of hot water when he comes in to place them on the closed lid of the toilet seat.

“Got some clothes for you, sweetheart.” He takes a moment to watch you. He’s just happy to see you relaxed, sure it’s early in the morning and he’s tired, but seeing you brighten, that’s worth it. He can sleep on the plane later, it’ll take a few hours to get from DC to New York where his case is and he doesn’t mind being tired if it means your day goes a little smoother. 

“Thank you, baby.” You sigh out in response, the warm water easing some of the pain in your body. The cramps never feel as bad under warm water and your back ache eases a little bit at least. 

“Do you have a spare set of bedding?” 

“Umm…” You have to think for a moment, what did you do with your old bedding, did you throw it out? No, you wouldn’t have, surely not. “Maybe? Check the cabinet in the hallway?” 

He finds it hidden in the back of the hallway cabinet, the bedding doesn’t match the current colour scheme of your room but he doesn’t think that matters much when you just need a clean, comfy bed to fall into. He has the bed made by the time you’re walking out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet, his flannel over your shoulders. 

“Get into bed, honey.” Marcus urges you, opening up the blankets for you and sliding in besides you. 

You reach over and turn the light off, “I’m sorry I woke you up at 2am…”

“It’s okay, sweetie, you need anything else?” He asks as he wraps himself around you, arms tight around your waist, face pressed into your shoulder, dropping little kisses there. His beard tickles a little, he’s still got the thing, not that you mind. He’s warm and he smells like comfort and that’s all you can really ask for even while your uterus is having a go at you.

“Just hold me till I fall asleep?” 

“I think that can be arranged.” A leg slips between yours, toes pressed into the back of your calf and it’s like having your own living, breathing weighted blanket. He becomes a comforting weight at your back, a warmth that has your eyes drooping and you yawning into your pillow. 

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The next time you wake up it’s to say goodbye to him at 5 in the morning. He demands you stay in bed, giving you a longer than necessary kiss on his way out and making sure the laundry is in the washing machine before he leaves. You miss him the moment you hear the front door shut, but allow yourself to nuzzle back into your covers and fall back asleep. The lethargy you always feel around your period hitting you like a truck already. 

Work for the next few days is a killer. Your back aches, your stomach keeps cramping so hard you want to bend yourself in half to relieve them. You’re constantly hungry, constantly tired, and everything your co-workers say gets on your nerves. Added to missing your boyfriend, who’s off trying to deal with another stupid art thief who couldn’t wait a few more weeks before deciding to steal a Picasso, you’re having a hell of a week and a hell of a period. You’re not sure you’ve had one this bad in a while actually. 

It’s a Wednesday evening when the door to your home opens and closes again, the sound of keys being thrown on the side and shoes being kicked off meeting your ears. You’re curled up on your sofa, a hot water bottle pressed against your stomach in a vain effort to relieve some of your discomfort. 

“Marcus?” You call out because it can only be Marcus, no one else has a key to your place. You’re a little confused because he always phones you when he’s on his way back from a case, but the rustling of bags and his deep voice calling down the corridor reassures you that maybe he just forgot, it’s certainly not a burglar. Unless, he has an evil doppelganger somewhere. 

“It’s me, honey!” He drops his bag by the door, he’ll deal with the dirty laundry later and follows the sound of your voice into the living room. You’re curled up amongst what looks like every blanket you own, mind numbing TV playing that you’re not even watching, your face is scrunched up in pain and you're clutching your stomach. This part of the reason he decided to forgo going back to his own place, he wanted to check on you, make sure you’re okay, that and he really missed you.

He drops the shopping bags on the coffee table and crouches next to you, fingers pushing back strands of your hair and smoothing the harsh lines by your eyes as you wince. You’re warm to the touch and he hopes that’s normal for you and not a sign you’re getting sick on top of your period. 

“You okay?” 

“Just cramps. It’s okay...I’ll be okay., I’m just glad you’re back, I’ve missed you.” You ease into the soft feeling of fingers, the delicate little touches to your skin as rubs little circles into your temple and down your neck. You’ve missed this, missed him. You always miss him, but this period has hit you especially hard and you wanted him around more than ever.

“Missed you too, sweetheart.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips, but you grab his tie and pull him back down. Nipping at his bottom lip he opens his mouth to your tongue, hand cupping the back of your neck before you’re gasping in pain as another crump hits you. Marcus pulls back and presses his forehead to yours with a sigh and a quick kiss to your cheek. 

“Would a bath help? I stopped at the store on my way over, got some of your favourite bubblebath and those baked things that you like.” 

“Have I told you lately how you’re the perfect boyfriend?” You ask pressing kisses over his cheeks before settling for brushing your nose against his. You’re not sure how he manages to make you feel better even when you’re in pain and hormonal, but like a magic cure he does. 

“Mmm.. I don’t think so?”

“Well, you’re the perfect boyfriend and I love you very much.” You press another kiss to his lips, sighing into his mouth before pulling back and settling back into your nest of blankets. 

“I love you too, why don’t you stay here? I’ll go run that bath.” He reaches down to grab the bubblebath from the bag and tosses you a few bags of your favourite snacks to munch on while you wait. You decide then and there that anyone who ever gave him up was an absolute idiot who couldn’t see that they already had the crown jewels. Why would you ever want anyone else?

He’s never understood your fascination with burning hot bath water, but he makes it how you prefer it even if it’s a tad hot for his tastes. If he wasn’t so sore from his flight, he might have tried to carry you to the bath, but the last thing he wanted was to drop you when you weren’t feeling great, so instead he just moves your half eaten snacks to the coffee table and pulls you gently by the hands to your bathroom. 

There’s nothing sexual about the way he helps you undress, it’s something you love about Marcus, that he can put aside his libido to help you get undressed and into your bath. There’s no touches outside of the caring and gentle ones, no comments about your nudity, just him helping you get into the hot bath water. You sink into it like it’s the finest feather bed, watching him undress himself, before sliding in behind you. Legs on either side of yours, chest pressed to your back. 

Your tub is a little small for the two of you, so you can’t stretch out completely, but that’s fine because you’d take it being a little cramped and Marcus being there over being on your own. He helps you wash, careful with you at every step, gentle as he whispers how much he’s missed you, how much he loves you and tells you about his case and how they managed to catch the gang of thieves this time. 

He massages the back of your neck and shoulders as you lie against him, working on the knots that have started to form over the last few days. A pop in your neck has you sighing and you’re thankful for the press of his fingers over your spin and through the knots that have been causing you to lose sleep while he’s been gone. 

The two of you stay there until the water begins to get cool, Marcus helping you out of the tub and drying you down with a towel. He collects your clothes and helps you get dressed for bed even though you can put your things on yourself. It’s nice that you don’t have to, that he carefully slides your legs into your pajama bottoms and drags your favourite sleep shirt over your head before pressing two quick kisses to your lips and ushering you into bed. 

“Marcus, where are you going?” You ask when he leaves you there, hand grabbing his as he walks past you to the door to the rest of your home. You just want him wrapped around you right now and can’t understand why he’d leave you.

“I’m going to lock up, honey, and grab your blankets. I’ll be back.” He gives your hand a squeeze. He loves that you want him around, after all the times he’s been more invested than his partner, this time, this time it feels right. You don’t just tolerate him, you love him. You want him there and it makes every little thing he does for you infinitely more rewarding when he knows you appreciate him for everything. 

“Quickly?” You’re cute staring up at him with a pout and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to take longer than is strictly necessary when he knows you're waiting for him to come back to bed and curl up beside you.

“Quickly.” He leans over you placing a kiss to your nose before going to lock up. He makes sure all the windows are shut, the front door locked, the television off, all before grabbing the pile of blankets you’d left on the sofa to return to you.

He throws them around you, letting you grab a few to snuggle up with, before climbing in bed beside you, spooning you from behind. He takes a deep breath and feels his body relax with the familiar smell of your shampoo and the feeling of your warm skin against his cheek. He could spend the rest of his life looking after you, curling up with you after coming back from a case and he would die happy that way. He’d happily take care of you through every single period and every single bout of sickness, just as long as he gets to be with you. 

“You need anything?”

“No, everything I need is right here, baby.” You sigh back into his arms, twisting a leg through his as he rubs a hand over your stomach soothing away the lingering pains with gentle circles.

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High Functioning - Spencer

Requests (2 mashed together bc i thought of an idea that covered both of them (and a little bit of my own anxiety)): 

A. This one just came to me: reader has mild anxiety. She can function but it definitely gets to get sometimes. Her and Reid (bf) have a discussion around being each other's safe space and deciding to take time in the mornings/evenings to hold hands, breath deeply and recenter themselves. They follow through and feel more connected and at peace. Fluff it up!! Thank you for considering, xoxo!

B. Talk about CLOSE TO HOME:... reader is tired of the news and the complications of the world. Nothing is simple, everything is a process, and everyone is so emotional high strung. Spence reminds her that his love for her is simple and unconditional. He will always be there no matter what shit storm the world is going through.

Warnings: None, really. I don’t think I even swore in this one! Just talking about high functioning anxiety and Spencer talking a lot of stuff. 

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You woke up with a start. You stretched your arm out to the other side of the bed, where Spencer usually slept and found it cold and empty. You snapped your head over, worried that you missed saying goodbye to him before work. You always said goodbye to him, sending him off with breakfast, coffee, and a kiss. You hopped out of bed, running to the door to see if his shoes were there. 

“What’s wrong?” He said, making you jump. You turned around to see him sitting at the table, toast, and bacon sitting on a plate next to the morning newspaper. 

“Oh.” You said, clutching your chest over your oversized shirt. The shirt wasn’t yours but it was the only thing you could find to throw on when you were leaving your room. “I thought you left.” 

“I have an off day.” He said, gesturing to the seat next to him. You noticed another plate sitting on the table, two mini pancakes, bacon, syrup, and a couple fruits were arranged in a smiley face. 

“Oh, okay.” You said, glancing at his newspaper. He usually sped through it when he was waiting for you to finish breakfast before work but now, there was no rush to actually go anywhere because your job was still working from home while everything in the world was happening. 

He flipped the paper open and while you were eating your bacon, you were looking at the headline. Another day of nothing good. You thought about how you had started feeling constrained while you stayed home all the time. Spencer was the one who got to still travel and go to the bureau occasionally when they weren’t having Zoom calls, and he was the one to pick up groceries on his way home or on his way out. Sure, he said he envied you but how could anyone be jealous of someone who can’t go anywhere, can’t do anything, and only spends their time avoiding tv, avoiding the news, and avoiding social media? Before quarantine, you were addicted. Now? You could go days without checking Twitter, and you often did. 

Your anxiety was manageable. According to doctors, you were high functioning. Most of the time, you were able to go on during the day with nerves but the good kind, the healthy kind. Today? Reading the headline splashed across the front of the newspaper, just glancing at the picture, your chest felt tighter. You tried to focus on your breathing, tried to calm down, and not let Spencer see you getting more anxious. 

He closed the paper, folding it back into the rectangle where he could do the crossword puzzle. He was about to grab the pen on the counter when he noticed you breathing heavier than normal. He nudged your foot with his foot to draw your attention back to him. 

“What’s wrong?” He looked very concerned. “At the rate you’re breathing, assuming you continue deteriorating at a steady pace, you will begin to hyperventilate. You know, the act of hyperventilating is really quite impressive in regards to anxiety because your brain’s automatic response to fear is to get more air but really, your carbon dioxide levels drop and your brain begins to swell. The fact that you weren’t doing anything but nibbling on bacon tells me that something triggered your thought process to respond abnormally. When your body responds this way, you have to think about what we talked about before. You’re safe here. There’s no imminent danger. You can relax, not because I said so, but because the fear of the situation seems a lot worse than it is. Statistically speaking, the chance of something happening in our home is very low compared to other environments, which is cause enough to say that you’re safe here.” 

“Thank you.” You said, sheepishly grinning at him. You didn’t notice until he stopped talking that your breathing had returned to normal. You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

That was your thing, the two of you. After you told him about your anxiety, he was very supportive and tried to understand more about how you processed your triggers and what he could do to help. He took notice of the fact that you calmed down when he talked, which was easy for him to do in general but harder when you were suffering because he worried. He was more of a silent type to worry about you.  

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. 

“We can. On the couch?” You asked. Nodding, he put your plates away and met you on the couch. Immediately, you laid down, your head sat in his lap as you stared up at the ceiling. The oversized shirt bunched up around your stomach but you didn't mind because Spencer was just going to draw shapes on the exposed part of your lower stomach anyway. He likes drawing shapes because it gives his hands something to do. He always had to be doing something…

“Your anxiety has gotten harder for you to manage.” Spencer studied your face and as if you timed it perfectly, you felt the shapes. 

“Yeah… How can you tell?” You chuckled sarcastically. 

“Well, I’m a profiler. It’s my job to pay attention to every little thing there is about someone. I don’t get paid to profile you, though. I like to do that on my own.” Spencer didn’t get your sarcasm but that was a sweet statement so you didn’t point out that you were being sarcastic. You smiled and he smiled back at you. 

“Yeah. It’s hard with everything going on. And I feel stuck in the apartment and it’s difficult to keep my head on straight when there’s nothing positive going on that anyone talks about. I can’t handle it sometimes, Spence.” You sighed. 

“It doesn’t help that I still have to travel for cases, does it?” He said, slightly downtrodden. 

“Yes. Baby, you caught Anthrax and I wasn’t there.” You said, reaching up to touch his face with your right hand. He just chuckled. 

“You didn’t know me back then.” He said, remembering the terrifying moment. He was glad you didn’t know him back then because he would’ve been terrified to know he would be leaving you alone. 

“Okay but Derek told me about it as if I was there and it’s just as traumatizing.” You said, dropping your hand to rest on your chest. 

“I know it’s scary but…” He said, licking his lips. “You have to trust me and not your anxiety about the situation. We said we would be there for one another, right? You’re my safe place, your haven, your paradise, and you’re my home, my heart, my safe place. You have to trust me that we can get through whatever is going to happen together.” He said, his right hand coming up to stroke your cheek instead of drawing shapes. You kinda missed how warm his hand was on your stomach. 

“Right, my safe place is right here.” You smiled at him. 

“Are you still anxious?” He asked, his thumb still stroking your cheek. His hands were really soft, as always. You thought about how you still needed to ask what lotion he uses to keep his hands so soft. You knew he occasionally used cherry lip balm for his lips but his hands were another thing. 

“Yeah, a little. Seeing the paper kind of messed with my head a little bit. I just need some good to balance the bad sometimes. I need reminders that not everything is so complicated and hard and…” You sighed to complete your sentence, sitting up. 

Spencer stood up and walked away. You knew he wasn’t just walking out of the conversation, right? He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t…

He came back and brought you back to the moment. He sit down on the floor in front of you and stared at you until you sat next to him. 

“I was waiting to do these but I bought your favorite face masks. You’ve already had a rough morning so I thought we could center ourselves. Through morning meditation and focusing on our mental well-being, we’re able to start off on track for a more...Enlightened path, if you will.” He started. 

You just nodded along, watching his hands slowly unwrap the packaging of the masks. Sitting crossed-legged, you barely registered that he knew the exact brand that you used because the other ones you tried caused breakouts. Your mask was meant to help clear up your skin while his was just because he liked the sparkly face masks and it smelled nice. He handed you the open champagne sparkles face mask pack while he took the refreshing cucumber mask, dipping two fingers in and spreading it gently on your cheek. You did the same in return. 

“Based on scientific studies conducted rather recently, there have been studies that have suggested that meditation and mindfulness have had positive effects on disorders such as anxiety and depression. Although you are high functioning with your anxiety, there’s still room for improvement in terms of when you feel backed into a corner, whether it’s related to external forces or otherwise.” 

You felt so calm and relaxed that you almost forgot you were anxious earlier in the day, as recently as a few minutes ago. You loved listening to Spencer talk. 

“So maybe, we should make this a daily thing. Spending some time with each other, even if we just wake up earlier and hold hands or shower together or just hang out talking about goals for the day and positive things we’ve noticed happening. We can be more mindful of our mindfulness and be more aware of how we exist, to a certain degree.” He finished your facemask and stared at you, studying your face. 

You were just grinning. 

“You’re the love of my life, you know that?” You said, completely relaxed. 

“And you’re the love of all of my lives,” Spencer said, making a reference to a show the two of you watched where the main character kept dying and coming back to life, in love with the same woman. Because that’s how he felt about you. 

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“You Can’t Run So You Must Hide”

Title is from the song Wyrd (Glass Animals) I do recommend it highly. 

Yuuimori belongs to my friend @popsweeties

This Post Contains Themes of: Stalking, Breaking and Entering. Assault, Bone Breakage.

                     “Wanna know the story of how I got a BF?”

He looks to be around mid 20s, he’s tall, he’s got short dirty blond hair that rests perfectly on top of his shoulders and pretty hazel eyes, also freckles. I caught a glimpse of him while out shopping for dinner, he stole my attention extremely quickly. I needed to see more of him! So, I followed him around the store. Peaking around isles, passing him multiple times, pretending to look at things so he wouldn’t notice me, this was all short lived though. Soon I was forced to watch him check out, when he finished bagging his items and paying, I knew I had to act fast. Leaving my cart behind, I proceeded to follow him out the store.

I quickly scrambled in my purse for my keys and ran to my car, getting in while still watching the man. It’s dark out but I see His car, a galaxy purple Toyota, was parked across from mine. I reach into my glovebox and pull out a pad of paper and a pen. I scribble down his license plate or, what I can see of it in the moonlight, and put the piece of paper into my purse. I look back at him, his car’s running, I soon follow, putting the keys in my ignition and turning my car on. I wait for him to pull off, and I continue my pursuit. 

My heart’s beating out of my chest, my hands are sweaty and my body is hot and shaky. I try my best to forget about my nervousness and focus on the car in front of me. We drive about 6 blocks until he pulls over to this small house. Letting out a small sigh of relief, I pull over across the street, but not where he can see me.  I shut my car off, and open my window, the cool air hitting my sweaty face. The man is now carrying bags to the front door, his keys in hand. I stare and let out a displeased groan when he gets in his house, shutting the door behind him. I sit and think for awhile, before I write his address down. “I... I want to get in..” I say to myself. I soon start my car up, looking back at his house one more time, I sigh and pull off, returning to my home. 

I didn’t get sleep last night, and I’ve been thinking about him all day. it’s already evening and I haven’t moved from my bed, I need to.. I get up, get dressed, (dark clothes obviously, can’t get caught now!) and grab my keys off my table, getting in my car, I drive to the address I wrote down last night. I park in the same spot and shut my car off. I look around, his car isn’t there, he must be out for the night. “thank goodness” I say under my breath as I get out of my car. I walk over to his home, looking in the windows, no sign of life, but I had to be sure. I try to open the front door, I knew it’d be locked but thought he might forget.. he did. It was that easy? “Ah!” I let out a surprised noise as the door opens. I look around to see if anyone has saw me, no one’s around and I’m not willing to get get caught, so I rush into his home, quickly shutting the door behind me. 

It’s pitch black in his house, I feel against the wall for a light switch and voila! The room lights up, the brightness blinds me for a few seconds. His home is neatly arranged, roses in vases here and there, it’s very cozy. I search around, going through drawers and seeing if I can find something of interest..  I eventually find his bedroom, I impatiently open his bedroom door and turn on the light. His bed is all cleaned up, there’s a open laptop and papers on his desk across from me. I put it aside, and go into his closet, searching around through his drawers. 

I find a small bottle of cologne, I take the cap off and spray some on my wrist, the smell intoxicates me, the urge to bathe in his scent overtakes me. But I snap out of my fantasy, and slip the bottle into my pocket for safekeeping. I turn around and I’m met with clothes all neatly arranged on hangers. My eyes falling on a light gray hoodie, I grab it, pulling it off the hanger. I push it to my face and inhale, smelling the clean scent of him.. I hold it to my chest and leave the closet, and walk over to that laptop. He left it on, tabs open of various social medias. Before I look even more on his PC, I go through the papers on his desk. His name on one.. “Yuuimori” He’s even got the name of an angel. The rest are drawings of various people. He’s very talented~ I find a blank piece of paper, and grab one of his markers, moving back to the computer, I write down all his social medias. His email and his passwords to each of the accounts. 

I leave his house around an hour later with his cologne, hoodie and all his account data! I get in my car and set everything down on the seat next to me. I drive off hurryingly. Once I get home, I rush to get in my house his things in my shaky arms. I get inside my house, and sit down on my couch. I pull off my shirt and slip on his hoodie, it’s nice and warm and smells like his house~ I spend the rest of my night going through his accounts.

A week passes, I’ve got a shit ton of info on Yuuimori and I’m thankful for it. I’ve spent yet another day thinking about him.. Tonight however is different, I’m returning back to his house. I haven’t taken off his hoodie, I can’t.. that doesn’t matter, because tonight, I will be wearing every piece of his clothing. I get in my car, a metal baseball bat sitting in my back seat. I drive off in the direction of his house. The entire drive there, I think about him, and how we’ll soon be together forever. 

Once I arrive, I’m shaking. Reaching into the backseat I grab the bat, and take it with me. I exit my car, my fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of the weapon. I reach his door, his car’s parked in the driveway, his lights on. My body is shaking almost violently at this point, my breathing has now turned into panting.. I swallow my spit, and knock on his door. I grip the bat in both hands now, quickly glancing behind me to see if anyone is around, no.. good. I ready my weapon as I hear his footsteps getting closer. The doorknob turns and so does my stomach, the door opens and in a split second, I swing my bat, HARD. I watch him as he topples to the ground with a loud groan. I must’ve hit him hard enough to break his nose.. I stare down at him, there’s blood pooling from his head, tears falling down his face. I ready my bat again, this time though, I swing at his legs, over and over. His cries and choked out screams echo within his house and possibly can be heard by his neighbors. I stop hitting him once I hear loud cracks. I knew I did enough damage.. 

I drop the bat and kneel down, grabbing his pathetic squirming body by his soft bloodied hair and drag him into his house, kicking the door shut behind me. I drag him to his living room. He’s loud, very loud even when his nose is broken, so I shove him hard against his floor, sitting on top of him. One hand clamped firmly around his mouth, the other is struggling to keep his wrists together. I shush him, tears falling out of my eyes.. I’m.. crying. I hurt the one I love.. but, he asked for it! He should’ve came up to me at that store! “FUCK!” I scream out, roughly grabbing his hair with both hands now, and I slam his head down against the carpet. There’s a half scream before more soft sobs slip through his lips. Blood pooling around his head, staining not only the carpet but his soft colored hair. After awhile, he stops struggling. I think I killed him, I quickly check for a pulse, he’s alive, he must’ve passed out from blood loss and trauma. I get off of him, throwing myself on the floor next to him, my face in his pool of blood. 

                   I pass out with him, hoping to see him in the dreamland.

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Jakes Surprise

(Warning~ This story does not contain vore or any sexual components.)

{This is a story for my best friend Jake, and I wanted it to be special for him and only him. First of all Happy Birthday Jake, we have known each other for years it seems like. You are very special to me, so I didn’t want to make a vore story or anything like that. I hope u love it Jake, love u bud ur a very great friend to me and I loved writing this.}

Saturday Moring May 10, 2020~

It was 6 O’clock when my alarm went off, I grabbed my phone wipped my eyes and turned the alarm off. I sat there for a minute before I got up and ran my fingers through my hair. “Damn I need a haircut before I leave” I said as I got up and grabbed some clothes. I went to the shower and got nice and clean and got dressed up. I wore a plaid button down western shirt, with a pair of jeans and some comfortable shoes. I got up grabbed my keys and headed outside to my car. I got in and drove to my barber 💈, he cut my hair and I still had some time to kill so I drove back home. I made me some food and packed up some clothes. My suitcase was on my bed and I put my clothes in there, I would be leaving home for a week for a small vacation. I then looked over to see a message from someone.

Jakes bf~”Hey when does your flight land so I can come pick you up and take you back to our place.”

Me~”the plane touches down roughly at 1 o’clock so 2pm in NY.”

Jakes bf~” thanks I’ll be waiting Cal.”

I grabbed my phone, the charger and my laptop. My Uber arrived right on time and I gabbed everything including Jakes gift that was placed nicely inside my suitcase. I locked my door behind me and texted my neighbor that I was leaving and wouldn’t be back for a week. I asked him if he could watch the house and got in the Uber. He drove me to DFW airport and I checked in with the ticket lady. I walked in and sat down with my laptop and was happy I got a window seat. This was the first time I had flown anywhere, luckily I got a really nice person that set next to me. I watched a movie on my laptop when we took off and fell asleep. We hit some turbulence and it woke me up, just in time to see the plane land. It was such a fun experience and I could see Syracuse. All the buildings and even the university, where Jake went to school.

We landed and I felt so happy, this was the first time I was going to meet Jake. Jake and I met probably two years ago, and we always stayed in contact. We talk daily and I felt like it was time I met him, and what better day to meet him then on his birthday. Jake had no idea I was flying in, his bf new and arranged everything. Jake was my best friend, we had grown very close to each other and impacted each other’s lives. I remember sitting in that chair thinking and wondering how someone I never met could have such and impact on my life. Jake knew I loved him, we were like brothers. We could tell each other anything, and we helped each other in so many ways whether it was advice or just simply talking. The flight attendant finally asked me to exit the plane I jumped, I guess i was lost in space thinking about meeting my close friend. I was thankful that I saved up enough money right in time for Jakes birthday.

I stood up and exited the plane and waited for my suitcase. I grabbed it and took out my phone and messaged Jakes bf.

Me~”hey I’m here I’m about to exit the front”

Jakes bf~”alright cool I’m in a black Camero”

I headed outside and notice the temperature difference, it’s a little humid but it’s still pretty cool. It’s usally in the 80s by now in Texas, I look around and saw the camero and Jakes bf gets out.

Jakes bf~” hey Cal how are you doing it’s so nice to finally meet you, Jakes gonna be so excited. Give me a hug.”

Me~”it’s so great to finally meet u as well, Jakes talks about you all the time. I hope he is happy to see me. Jake doesn’t know anything right?”

Jakes bf~”not a one Cal, and I hope it’s only good things u here about me haha!!”

Me~” haha of course, can I put my suit case in the back?”

Jakes bf opens the door and I put my stuff in the back, we get in the car and he drives home. On the way to there place, we talk a lot. I tell him that, meeting him was werid cuz I had only heard about him. I told him that me and jake would stay up for hours talking about you. Then Jakes bf asked me questions about me and my life, since we were just meeting for the first time.

Jakes bf~”so you excited to meet him, Jakes talks about how you have been a great friend to him. I think he’s gonna jump up and hug u!!” Jakes bf says as he looks over at me.

Me~”I hope he does I’ve been wanting to meet him for as long as I can remember.”

Jakes bf~”well we’re here, don’t be nervous Cal jake loves u and will loose it when he sees u.”

Me~”thanks man I’ve just wanted to meet him for so long and now that I’m here I’m so nervous. (I pause for a second to collect myself) Alright let’s go, let me get my stuff real quick.”

Jakes bf “awesome let me go in and u hang on so I can sneak u in and then we can surprise him.”

Jakes bf walks in the door and a few mins later, he comes back outside and tells me to follow him. Jake was on the back talking to someone on the phone. We snuck inside and he showed me to the guest room where I sat my stuff down I could definitely tell jake lives here cuz his guest bedroom had a Syracuse themed bedding on the bed. He loved him team and was big time into basketball. After I got over the awesome guest bedroom design I asked him what the game plan was...... (part one) @texanstrongjake

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[lordofassgard]

Home

Requested: | yes | no |

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x f!Reader

Summary: home isn’t exactly a place with four walls and a roof. to you, jinyoung was home but what happens when you're left homeless?

Genre: non idol!au, arranged marriage!au, run away bride!au is this even a thing???, angst, fluff

Warnings: mentions of sex, cursing

Word Count: 6.2k+

A/N: happy very late birthday to jinyoung. i’m sorry that this wasn’t up on his actual birthday but i’ve been exhausted. next i’ll start working on play pretend 3 and five times 2. i tried to make jinyoung as bf material as i could bc that’s what he is and these are facts lmao. either way, here it is. i hope you enjoy :)

masterlist in bio

gif credits to gyeomdrop

You walked into your father's company, greeting people on your way to the elevator, some of them you had known for years, way before you worked there. Other employees piled up in the elevator and you pressed the 45th floor button. Every couple of floors, the doors opened and people would get off the elevator, others getting in. On the 38th floor, the door opened and three people walked in. One of them definitely caught your attention, making you smile.

It was weird how the other people in the elevator didn't notice you stealing glances at each other. Maybe you were just that good. Luckily, everyone but the two of you got off on the 43rd floor, leaving you alone.

“I missed you.” Jinyoung crossed the small space over to you.

“I missed you more.” You pulled him by his tie crashing your lips into his.

His hands immediately found their way to your hips pulling you even closer as your hands cupped his face. It wasn't often that the two of you had some time alone, especially outside yours or his apartment. Keeping your relationship hidden when everyone knew you or your father wasn't easy. But you managed to do it through weekends spent at hotel rooms on the outskirts of town and numerous road trips where your brother covered for you.

When the annoying ‘ding’ echoed through the closed space, the two of you pulled away before the doors opened.

“See you around Mr. Park.” You smiled before stepping out of the elevator.

“See you around Ms. Kim.”

Your Louboutins clicked against the marble floor as you walked towards the conference room where a meeting was being held. But before that, you stopped by the break room to get yourself some coffee. Mrs. Jeon was preparing coffee and tea for the meeting and even after she declined it several times, you ended up giving her a hand.

When you finally walked into the conference room, you spotted Jinyoung sitting at the coffee table. His suit jacket was draped across the chair he was sitting on and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Saying that he looked good was an understatement. Jinyoung seemed as surprised as you but he couldn't help but smirk at the fact that you were shamelessly checking him out.

You helped Mrs. Jeon handing out coffee to everyone in the room, your hand staying a little longer than it should on Jinyoung's shoulder when you placed his coffee in front of him. Meanwhile, your brother, aware of what was going on between the two of you rolled your eyes from across the table.

After Mrs. Jeon left the room, you took a seat in the only available spot between your father and your brother, Mingyu. Once you sat down, you realized that Mingyu had left that seat available on purpose so that you could sit in front of Jinyoung and he seemed pretty proud of himself for doing so.

Trying your best to ignore Jinyoung sitting in front of you looking like that, you got your notepad out of your Chanel bag and started taking notes. Honestly, you weren't really interested in the meeting, but you had to be there since one day, in a not so far future, the company would be run by you and Mingyu. Glancing over at your brother, you realized that he was as bored as you as he scribbled some information down on his own notepad.

Once the meeting was finally over, people started leaving the room, shaking your father's hand by the door. You and Mingyu stayed back since your father mentioned he wanted to talk to you. When there was no one else in the room but the three of you, he closed the door.

“So (Y/N)” Your father started “Are you seeing anyone?”

You visibly tensed up at his words. He knew. It's not that you were embarrassed about your relationship with Jinyoung, but your father had a strict policy when it came to dating co-workers. And obviously, he wasn't going to fire you so everything would fall on Jinyoung's shoulders. Besides, if your father ever found out that Jinyoung had broken the company's rule with his daughter, you were positive that Jinyoung would never find a job in another company.

“No.” You shrugged “Why?” You raised your eyebrows suspiciously.

“Great.” He was over the moon with your answer.

“What do you mean great?”

“You'll see. Do any of you have plans tomorrow night?”

“No.” You and Mingyu shook our heads.

“Then we can set up a dinner at our house tomorrow.”

Mingyu exchanged a confused look with you, your eyebrows furrowed as you turned to your father, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Don't worry (Y/N), you're going to enjoy it.”

It couldn't be good. No. Since when did your father care about your love life? Something was off and you had a feeling you weren't going to like it.

After parting ways with Mingyu, you grabbed your phone and texted Jinyoung.

[You]: Meet me in our spot

[Jinyoung]: Be there in 10

The elevator ride up to the roof was filled with anxiety. Your father's sudden interest in your love life worried you. But once Jinyoung's lips were on yours, your worries melted and the slight breeze carried them away. Your expensive bag was long forgotten on the concrete floor as your hands cupped his face lovingly.

When Jinyoung pulled away before leaving one last peck on your lips, his own stained with your lipstick, he smiled at you.

“Do you have plans tomorrow?”

When you were reminded of your plans, your anxiety came back and you unconsciously squeezed his hand that was intertwined with yours.

“Yeah, I do.” You looked down at your feet.

“What is it?” Jinyoung brought his free hand to your chin, gently lifting your head up so that you could look at him.

“It's just…” You sighed “My dad asked me if I was seeing someone and…”

“Does he know?” Jinyoung cut you off, wide-eyed.

“No, he doesn't.” You reassured “But he invited me and Mingyu to have dinner at his house tomorrow night.” You paused “I have a bad feeling about this.”

Jinyoung relaxed, glad that you hadn't been caught and pulled you in for a hug. You took a deep breath and inhaled his scent. It felt like home, more than the house you spent your childhood in, more than the expensive apartment your father gave you when you started working at his company. Home isn't exactly a place with four walls and a roof and you only realized that when you met Jinyoung. Home is a place where you feel safe, happy and comfortable. To you, home was Jinyoung.

He pressed soft kisses to your temple as his hands rubbed your back soothingly.

“It's okay.” He reassured you “Don't stress about it.”

You only moved when his phone rang in his pocket. You tried to pull away but he kept an arm around your waist as he accepted the call with his other hand. His chest vibrated as he spoke, probably to his superior who was asking yelling where he was. After Jinyoung assured him he'd be back soon, he hung up.

“I have to go.” He pouted “But how about this. Tonight after work I’ll come over and run you a bath so that you can relax.” He suggested.

“Sounds good.” You smiled.

After a couple of kisses, he finally left although he whined like a little kid before you convinced him that he had to get back to work or else he'd be in trouble.

Jinyoung kept his promise. He came over that night with a bag full of different bath bombs and candles for you to pick. While he got things ready, you sat on the counter in nothing but a bathrobe looking at him. Jinyoung was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants but he still managed to look breathtaking. Once he was done, you got in the bathtub, the warm water immediately relaxing your tense muscles. Letting out a loud sigh of relief, you looked up at your boyfriend with a smile.

“Thank you.”

“Do you need anything else?”

“Stay.” You pleaded.

Jinyoung complied and sat on the floor next to the bathtub.

“No. Get in here.” You pointed at the bathtub.

He smirked before standing up to take off his clothes, slipping into the bathtub behind you, your back against his chest.

You turned your head to kiss him and he happily kissed back as his hands traveled down your torso. Later that night, the two of you ended up cleaning a lot of water from the bathroom floor in between giggles with a pleasant soreness in your thighs.

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The next day went just fine until you went home to get ready for that mysterious dinner party your father was throwing. As you picked an outfit, the same anxiety from the day before settled in your chest again. You tried to keep Jinyoung's words in your mind so that you wouldn't call your father and tell him you were sick before inviting Jinyoung over so that the two could watch some Netflix cuddled up on the couch.

You were the last one to arrive since you lived a bit further away when compared to Mingyu. There were a few unfamiliar faces at the table but your father was quick to introduce them to you.

“(Y/N), this is Mr. Im. He's one of my business partners.” You gave the older man a handshake “This is his wife, Mrs. Im.” You smiled at the woman before shaking her hand “And this is their son, Jaebum.”

Your eyes followed your father's finger landing on a man around your age with black hair parted in the middle and dark brown eyes. His body language showed how tense and uncomfortable he was with being there and you couldn't blame him. You felt the same way, but you did a better job at hiding it. But when his eyes met yours, Jaebum shot you a warm smile making him look like a completely different person and also making you wonder how fake that smile was.

“Nice to meet you.” Jaebum spoke, bowing a little.

“You too.” You bowed as well.

When you glanced at your father, out of the corner of your eye, he looked so happy with the little interaction between you and Jaebum and bad feeling you had, came back but stronger. There was a high chance your father was trying to set you up with Jaebum.

And you really didn't have a choice. In your lifestyle, ending up marrying people you didn't love for the sake of business partnerships was common. You were pretty sure that was how your parents met although they always dodged your questions about that subject. You just thought that by being forced to end up with someone they didn't love or at least knew enough to love would've pushed them away from the thought of doing the same to their kids. Apparently, you were wrong.

Throughout dinner, your parents kept telling you random achievements Jaebum had. Oh, Jaebum graduated college top of his class. Oh, Jaebum is friends with the famous fencer Jackson Wang. Oh, Jaebum cured cancer. Oh, Jaebum went to the moon. It was so obvious what they were doing that you just wanted to roll your eyes. But instead, you smiled and replied that's great because what else could you say? You didn't know him and you weren't interested.

When the dinner party was finally over, you were the first one to leave, desperate to sleep and for the comfort of Jinyoung's arms. After throwing your keys on the bowl by the door and taking your shoes off, you grabbed your phone and texted Jinyoung despite it being almost 1 am.

[You]: Are you up?

[Jinyoung]: Yeah. How did the dinner go?

[You]: My dad is trying to set me up with someone

[Jinyoung]: Do you want me to come over?

[You]: No, it's late. Get some rest

[Jinyoung]: I'm on my way. Be there in 10

[You]: Thank you

Ten minutes later, your front door opened and Jinyoung walked in while you were in the process of lazily removing your makeup. Without saying a word, he took the makeup wipe from your hand and gently started to rub your face removing all traces of makeup. Your eyes were half-open as you played with the strings of his hoodie. Jinyoung's presence was enough to calm you down, making it harder for you to keep your eyes open.

“I don't like him.” You mumbled against Jinyoung's chest.

“I know.” He reassured as he gently placed you on the bed.

“They're business partners. His father and mine.”

You stared at Jinyoung's back as he rummaged through your closet to get you something comfortable to sleep in.

“Let me guess. Your relationship is supposed to strengthen their partnership.”

“Probably.” You yawned.

“So you guys really like supposed to date?” He asked as he turned around.

“Yeah, I think that's how my parents met.”

“So does that mean you'll end up marrying him?”

Your lack of response surprised him. But to be honest, you didn't know it either. You hoped not, since you were going to be forced to marry someone you didn't love especially if it meant letting go of the one you loved.

“I hope not but…” You hesitated “It's a possibility.”

It was his turn to stay silent as he set the clothes he picked on the bed.

“We’ll figure it out.” He reassured you.

But by the look in his eyes, you knew he wasn't too sure of his words. And God knows you weren't either.

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The excuses your father would make up so that you could spend time alone with Jaebum were ridiculous. Sometimes he'd invite the two of you for lunch but then get stuck in a last minute meeting when in fact there was no meeting at all, you checked. That got you dozens of awkward lunches alone with the man your parents picked for you.

After a while, Jaebum got the hint and started inviting you for lunch. And over the time you got to know each other, you started to like him. Not in the same way you liked Jinyoung, far from that, but like a friend. In other circumstances, you could've been great friends. Your parents were delighted that you were spending time with him. You, on the other hand, weren't. It was inevitable what was going to happen, you knew where everything was leading to. But you kept ignoring it, spending every free second you had with Jinyoung knowing that you were running out of time.

Jinyoung knew about your lunch “dates”. Not from you, but because it was the talk of the company. Everyone cooed at how cute it was that you fell in love with someone in the same lifestyle as you and especially because Jaebum's father was one of your father's business partners. What they didn't know was that in your lifestyle, few were the ones who got to marry who they truly loved.

You kept reassuring Jinyoung in every way you knew how. But after a while, you knew the things you said sounded more like excuses. Fights started happening offer. Harsh words were thrown at each other and it'd always end with the door slamming.

“Then why the fuck are you still with him?” Jinyoung yelled.

You opened your mouth to reply but he beat you to it.

“Because you don't have a choice, I know.” He answered his own question, a sarcastic tone evident in his voice.

“I really don't.” You yelled back “But if you don't want to believe me when I tell you that I only love you then it's your fucking problem!”

You stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, breathing heavy and hearts racing, hoping that the winner of your stupid fight would be determined by a staring contest.

Your phone ringing on the coffee table made you look away from each other and the both of you glanced at your phone. Jaebum's name was displayed across the screen deepening the frown in Jinyoung's handsome features.

“Why is he calling you at this hour?”

“I don't know…” You didn't like that his question sounded more like an accusation.

Jinyoung glared at you as if you were lying to his face. You glared back aware that your phone kept ringing. The sound that usually sounded pleasant to your ears was annoying you in that moment.

With a sigh, you grabbed the phone, not missing the way Jinyoung's eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“Hello?”

“Hi (Y/N), how are you?”

“I'm good how about you?” You tried to sound cheerful although you were far from it.

“I'm good, thank you.” He paused “Listen, my parents, asked me to invite you and your family to a dinner party at my house Friday night.”

“Friday?” Jinyoung perked up “Uh, sure. I'll talk to them.”

“Great see you Friday.”

“See you Friday.” You said before hanging up.

You hadn't even put your phone down when Jinyoung started arguing again.

“We have plans on Friday.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I know, I'm sorry but this involves my family as well.”

“So you're just gonna cancel our plans?”

“I don't have an option.”

“Bullshit. You could’ve said no!”

“Jinyoung, please understand that…” You tried to reason with him but he wasn't having it.

“How do I even know that you're not fucking him behind my back? Because after all, he's your boyfriend and not me!”

If his words weren't enough to hurt you, the look in his eyes was. Your fists clenched and you took a deep breath before you said something that'd make the situation even worse.

“Get out.” The cold tone in your voice surprised the both of you.

“What?”

“Out.”

His expression softened and he took a step towards you but you stepped back. With a sad sigh, he grabbed his things and left, quietly shutting the door behind him, unlike how it had been lately.

Jinyoung's words made your chest ache and tears well up in your eyes and for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to cry.

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Friday came quickly, although you felt every second. Jinyoung's words didn't leave your mind and you were sure that they didn't leave his either. You knew that from the amount of unopened texts on your phone. You knew that from the cups of coffee and the boxes of pastries from your favorite bakery on your desk every morning. You knew that from the little post-it notes he left asking you to meet at your spot. You didn't text back, you didn't drink the coffee or eat the pastries and you didn't show up.

As you got ready for the dinner, you decided to wear a full face of makeup hoping it'd conceal your tired expression and your sadness. Jinyoung was still the only thing on your mind as you drove to Jaebum's house. Jinyoung was still the only thing on your mind throughout the entire dinner. Jinyoung was still the only thing on your mind when Jaebum asked for a moment after dessert, grabbed your hand making you stand up, went down on one knee and pulled a little velvet box out of his pocket. Jinyoung was still the only thing on your mind when you said yes.

From the time you got to know Jaebum, you learned to read his eyes. His face didn't show all lot of emotion but his eyes betrayed him most of the time. And in his eyes, you saw the same thing he probably saw in yours. Neither of you wanted to do it. Yet, in front of your families, the two of you forced yourselves to smile and hug after he slipped the shiny ring on your finger. In front of your families, you were nothing but puppets who played your part to keep them entertained.

And when you were finally free from them, wanting nothing but to cry in Jinyoung's arms, Mingyu shot you a sympathetic smile as he got in his car. That was enough for you to break down in tears as you started the car.

You drove to the only place where you knew you'd feel safe, the fight you had with him a few days prior was long forgotten. Knocking on his door, you wiped your tears with your left hand. Jinyoung opened the door, his eyes immediately spotted the ring.

“I'm sorry.” You sobbed.

He pulled you into his chest and closed the door. To be honest, you don't remember much of what happened that night, only that you cried yourself to sleep until the early hours of the morning as Jinyoung rubbed your back and whispered sweet nothings into your hair.

And little did you know that things were going to get worse for you. Because when you woke up later that day, the heaviness in your chest still present along with a newly arrived headache Jinyoung was nowhere to be seen. And when he finally walked in, dressed up for work, loosening his tie, he seemed surprised that you were awake.

No one said anything and the tension in the room was palpable.

“We need to talk.” You both said at the same time.

You sat at the kitchen table, fumbling with your hands in your lap as you waited for him to talk.

“I think we should stop seeing each other.”

Your head snapped up to meet his eyes, finding them already on you. There was no trace of happiness, jokes, sadness or anger. Nothing.

“What?”

“You're going to get married, it's the right thing to do.”

“But I love you…” Your voice weak like a child being scolded.

“I love you too.” He paused “But that's not enough.”

“But…”

“We...we're from different worlds, things could never work between us. I'm surprised how we lasted so long.”

You blinked your tears away but your efforts were in vain. Once tears started streaming down your face, Jinyoung looked away from you. Seeing you cry would make him cry and then you'd end up crying in each other's arms apologizing over and over.

“Please...don't do this.” You shook your head.

“You're going to marry Jaebum, you're going to fall in love with him, you're going to have kids that will be as beautiful as you and you'll forget all about me. One day my name will be nothing but a faint memory of the one who loved you before you realized what true love was.”

“No…” You sobbed.

“(Y/N)” Jinyoung's hands reached for yours across the table, giving it a light squeeze “It's for the best.”

But it wasn't. Breaking up with you was the worst thing Jinyoung could do to you or himself. And no matter how much you begged, he didn't change his mind. When you left his apartment with a box of all your stuff in your hands, adding to the heaviness in your chest and your headache, you had a broken heart.

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Over the next two months, you were barely at the company. Your mother insisted you were involved in the wedding preparations. Flowers, venues, bridesmaids, dresses, guests, invitations, band, the wedding theme, you handled everything. Jaebum tried his best to help you but he looked really clueless as you gave him a list of flowers you could have at your wedding. After that, you'd just inform him of what you chose and only required his presence when it came to the food served at the wedding and the cake.

When you were at the company, you were in and out of meetings. Jinyoung was also there. It was hard to sit in the same room as him when you weren't together anymore, it was hard to look at him. You hadn't spoken since he broke up with you and it was almost better that way. That didn't stop him from stealing glances at you though. During the meetings, his eyes were either on you, on the ring on your left hand or on his notepad where they should be all the time.

Mingyu was a great support to you throughout the entire process of planning a wedding you didn't want while brokenhearted. He was here when you broke down crying from stress mixed with anxiety and sadness. He was there for the bad moments and for the rare good ones.

During the rehearsal dinner, your parents and Jaebum's were trying to decide where you'd live after the wedding.

“I'm guessing you don't want a house too big at first am I right?” Mrs. Im asked.

“Nonsense.” Your mother replied before you even opened your mouth “They're going to need a big house for when they have kids.”

Your eyes widened and without noticing you dropped your fork making it clink loudly against the plate. Everyone at your table stared at you and you smiled nervously as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“How many kids do you think I'm going to have to need a house that big mother? Besides, my apartment is perfect for now.”

“(Y/N) dear, you can have as many kids as you want. Money is not a problem and you can hire as many nannies as you need.”

You clenched your fists, the metal of the fork digging into your skin as you glared at your mother. But before you could say something that'd probably ruin the rest of the dinner for everyone, Jaebum spoke.

“(Y/N) is right. Kids are not our number one priority right now. It's going to take us some time to settle in so a smaller apartment would be perfect for now.”

You sent a small smile his way and raised your eyebrows when your mother scoffed under her breath. And before the two of you would start arguing, Mingyu raised his glass and proposed a toast.

“To (Y/N) and Jaebum.”

Everyone clicked their glasses, fake laughs all over the room. As you sipped your drink, you and your mother glared at each other over your cups.

Why was she even talking about kids? She knew damn well that you didn't love Jaebum. Why would you have kids with a man you didn't know?

Besides, Jaebum wasn't the father you wanted for your kids. Jinyoung, on the other hand, was perfect. You imagined coming home to Jinyoung as he greeted you by the door with your child in his arms. Raising them together. First teeth, first words, first steps, first day of school…

“Why are you smiling (Y/N)?” Your father's voice woke you up from your dream about your impossible life with Jinyoung.

“Uh, nothing.” You shook your head.

Too bad that your dream would never come true.

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A few days before the wedding, Jaebum showed up at your apartment with a couple of soju bottles in his hands. You let him in, worried about his appearance since he looked like he had aged ten years in a couple of days. After getting two shots glasses, you sat down at your kitchen table talking and drinking.

“You look really tired.” Jaebum randomly commented.

“I am tired.” You chuckled “Planning this wedding is kicking my ass. I'm not sure if I still fit in my dress.”

“I don't care about the color of the flowers, to be honest.”

“Me neither but it's not like we have a choice.”

“I know.” He sighed.

After a couple more shots, you found out that Jaebum's tolerance wasn't as high as yours.

“Can I admit something?” His speech was slightly slurred.

“Sure.”

“I'm in love with someone else.” It didn't come as a surprise but you were relieved, at least you wouldn't start your marriage with do something to hide.

“Me too.” You confessed.

“She's engaged.” He poured himself another shot.

“Does she love you back?” You dared to ask.

“Yeah, she does. Her parents don't really like me though.”

“I'm sorry.”

“What about you?” Jaebum leaned his head into his palm listening attentively.

“He's not apart of this...lifestyle. He works at my father's company.”

“Does he love you?”

“He does.” You smiled but it didn't quite reach your eyes.

It was sad that two people who didn't love each other had to be together while the ones they truly loved were out there, suffering and heartbroken. You couldn't even imagine how Jinyoung was feeling. You pictured him at his apartment in bed reading a book but eventually putting it down since he had read the same paragraph several times but didn't pay attention to it because you were the only thing he could think of. Then you imagined him laying down hoping that your scent was still clinging onto his sheets.

Shaking your head and pushing back the tears that started to well up in your eyes, you poured yourself another shot. You had to move on.

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The day before the wedding was spent with your closest girl friends at a spa, as they gushed over how lucky you were for marrying such a successful handsome man. Truth to be told, you didn't feel lucky at all. But you let them believe you did, you played your part well. After all, that was what everyone expected from you.

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On your wedding day, you were a ball of stress and anxiety. Yet, to everyone around you, you seemed calm. Too calm. You felt miserable, you felt like crying and screaming but you couldn't.

“Did you and dad meet the same way Jaebum and I met?” You asked your mother as she zipped up your dress.

“Yes.” She finally admitted.

“Were you in love with someone else?”

“No, why?”

“Nothing, just curious.” You shook your head.

Your bridesmaids walked into the room, their high pitched voices were heard before you even saw them and they were giving you a headache. After they all complimented you on how good you looked on your Vera Wang dress, you walked if they could give you some time alone since you wanted to relax. It wasn't exactly a lie, but you just wanted them out of your face.

You hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours, your fingers itching to call Jinyoung. He was probably home feeling like shit, knowing he was minutes away from losing you forever.

And it wasn't like you could divorce Jaebum later on. Divorces weren't really a thing in your world. You knew a lot of married couples who acted as if everything was fine but the love had died years ago if it was even there in the first place.

You glanced at the hotel room door behind you. And all it took you was twenty seconds of insane courage for you to grab a notepad and a pen that were laying around. You wrote two notes. One for your parents, your family, Jaebum's family, the guests.

Don't look for me

Then another for Jaebum, the man you were going to leave at the altar. The man who was as broken-hearted as you.

I'm sorry

After placing both pieces of paper in a place where they'd be visible, you placed your engagement ring next to Jaebum's note. Then you grabbed your bag looked back. You were aware of the consequences of what you were about to do but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

“(Y/N)” The door opened revealing your brother “Mom sent me here, she said you were acting weird.”

You looked at him as if you were a deer caught in headlights. Mingyu took a quick look around the room, understanding what you were about to do.

“Are...are you running away?”

At his words, you broke down in tears letting out all be sadness and stress you had pent up for so long.

“I can't do this.” You sobbed “I can't.”

Mingyu locked the door and walked over to you, a serious look on his face.

“Do you know what happens if you go through with this don't you?” You nodded “Do you think Jinyoung is worth all that?” You nodded again.

Your brother sighed and ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair. He looked at you one last time before mumbling under his breath.

“Fuck.” He opened the door and peeked into the hallway “C’mon.”

“What are you doing?”

“I'm getting you out of here. C'mon hurry up you idiot.”

Without thinking twice, you followed him out the door. One of your hands held on to the dress preventing you from tripping while the other grasped your bag tightly.

Mingyu chose the stairs instead of the elevator and you were thankful that the hotel you rented out for the wedding was less than ten stories high.

Everyone else was in the back where the wedding would happen and the only person in the main lobby was the receptionist. Mingyu held up a finger to his lips and the man nodded. Once you were outside, Mingyu called you a cab.

“Wait, what about you?” You asked once you realized in how much trouble you brother could get by helping you run away from your own wedding “Why are you doing this?”

“You're my sister and I love you. And if you know that Jinyoung is the one that's going to make you happy, then…”

“Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his torso hugging him “Thank you so much.”

Mingyu opened the car door for you. You glanced at the hotel door to see if anyone was coming after you. No one. Inside the cab, you looked up at your brother who smiled fondly at you.

“Thank you. I love you.”

Those were the last words you said to him before he closed the car door. You gave the driver Jinyoung's address and as the car drove away, you looked back at your brother who was still watching you. You waved and he waved back before returning to the hotel.

The car ride to Jinyoung's apartment was filled with anxiety but there was so much adrenaline in your veins that you barely noticed it. For the first time in a long time, you felt alive and you were loving every second of it. The driver stole glances at you every once in a while, probably dying to ask about the dress but you ignored him.

Once the cab came to a stop, you paid the driver and got out of the car as best as you could when more than half of you was a dress. People walking by gave you weird glances but you were only focused on one thing.

You knocked on the door and waited for what it felt like forever for the door to open as you prayed that Jinyoung was home. When the door opened, Jinyoung let out a shocked gasp and you smiled.

He looked you up and down a couple of times trying to figure out if he wasn't just imagining it. Maybe it was just his brain playing tricks on him, just to make him suffer and realized the mistake he had made when he let you go.

“Aren't you going to let me in?” But the moment he heard your voice, a sweet sound to his ears, he knew it was real.

“Fuck yes.” Jinyoung pulled you in for a kiss closing the door behind you and pressing your back against it.

You were pretty sure that your dress was stuck on the door but you didn't care. Not when you were back in Jinyoung's arms, not when you were back home. Because that's what it felt like. Coming back to Jinyoung felt like coming home after a day out in the cold, like a warm feeling that spread to your chest and brought a smile back to your lips.

All your worries, all the sadness, and stress from the previous months were gone like they were never there in the first place. You had turned your back on your family to allow yourself to be happy for once and there wasn't a single fiber in your body that regretted it. You knew that things were going to get hard for you after what you did but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when you had Jinyoung back in your life. It'd be the two of you against the world. But it was okay. After all, you were his home too.

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[patagucci34]

Dreams do come true

This is my first ever story, so please be patient and gentle. I’ve been reading NHL imagines for a little while now and wanted to give it a try. 

Y/B/N and Y/O/B/N are your two brothers. Y/BF/N is your best friend. 

Summary: You are working at the restaurant you work at in the summer and Auston Matthews and Mitch Marner come in for dinner. 

Warning: Swearing 

PS. I’m planning on having multiple parts to this. But I guess we’ll see where my writing takes me! 

Auston’s POV

           Mitch and I were vacationing in Vermont during the summer. We had just been driving around looking for stuff to do. We came across a small town and decided to stop and walk around. It was close to dinner time and we were both hungry so we decided to look for something to eat. We had just walked up from seeing some falls they had in town, and the first restaurant we came across piqued my interest because of a beautiful waitress working. I immediately grabbed Mitch and walked to the door. We walked in and were welcomed by this bright southern accent.

“Hi, what can I do for ya’ll?”

“We would just like a table for two if you have room?” I said

“Of course, would you like to sit inside or outside?” I looked over to Mitch and he shrugged.

“Outside would be nice.”

“Alright, you can follow me.”

“Um, is it possible to request a waitress?”

“Well that depends, are you asking for the cute little one over there?” The southern lady asked with a smirk as she pointed towards the girl you saw outside the restaurant.

I blushed before nodding, “if that’s possible yes”

“Well, I suppose I can make that happen for you,” she said with a smile.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

She brought us to our table and told us that our waitress would be with us in a minute.

(Y/N’s) POV

Holy fuck, Auston Matthews and Mitch Marner just walked in. What the fuck, am I dreaming?? I have to tell (Y/B/N), he’s gonna flip. You really need to calm down, make yourself look busy.

I started to fold some napkins while Lady brought them outside to their table. The next thing I knew Lady came back in a with a huge smirk on her face and came right up to me.

“They requested you as their server, miss missy.”

“Shut up, I can’t serve them!! Do you know who they are?”

“No, who are they?”

“They play in the NHL!!!”

“Omg, and they want you?”

“Oh, shut up. There’s no way I can serve them.”

“Oh, you are. I promised him.”

“Who’s him? Which one?”

“The taller one.”

“Omg, he’s the one I am so in love with!!”

“Well here is your chance. Now go get their drink order.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this right now.”

I walked out while mentally preparing myself and practicing exactly what I was going to say to them. As I walked out I made eye contact with Auston and I immediately blushed. He gave me a small smile and I reciprocated before approaching their table.

“Hi, my name is Y/N, how are you guys doing today?”

“Pretty good, how are you?” Mitch answered for both of them.

“I’m doing well, thank you for asking. Um, can I get you guys something to drink besides water?”

“What do you have for beer?” Auston inquired.

“We have Switchback, which is an unfiltered ale, Conehead IPA, and a Hefeweizen.”

“Which do you recommend?” He asked.

“Ummm, I really like the Hefeweizen, but the IPA is also pretty good. And switchback is a good go-to beer. Sorry, that probably wasn’t that helpful, I can bring you tastes if you’d like.” I said blushing, realizing I wasn’t being helpful.

“Haha, that’s okay. That would be great, Mitchy do you want to try them?” Auston asked his friend.

“Yeah sure, can we try all three?” Mitch asked.

“Yeah of course! I’ll be right back.” I said while walking away mentally kicking myself for being so awkward.

I quickly returned and presented the beer and waited while they tried the beer. They both made a few comments before finally choosing one.

“I’ll have the Hefeweizen,” Auston stated with a smirk.

“And I’ll have the Switchback, please,” Mitch said also with a smile.

“Perfect, I will be right back,” I said while smiling and taking the glasses.

I brought their beer to the table and talked for a minute about what they wanted to order. They finally decided on what they wanted and I went in to put the order in. As soon as I walked into the kitchen, everyone started ragging on me.

“How’s your boyfriend doing?” Chloe one of the chefs asked me.

“Fuck off, here’s the order,” I said with a smirk and walked back out before they could make fun of me more.

Once their food was in the window I ran it out to them and asked if they needed anything else. They both politely declined and said thank you for the food. I went back inside to start doing some clean up since it was winding down. After a few minutes, they were the only people left eating. I decided I should go check on them to see if they were still good.

Auston’s POV

I saw Y/N approaching our table and I tried to muster up the confidence to ask her to stay and talk with us for a little bit.

“How is everything out here?” She asked with the most beautiful smile.

“Very good,” Mitch stated while stuffing his face.

I chuckled slightly before responding, “pretty good, it would be a little better if you could sit with us for a little?” I asked feeling very hopeful.

Y/N looked a little shocked, but looked inside and then back to me, “I could probably spare a few minutes.” She said with that same beautiful smile. She pulled up a chair and made some small talk asking how our food was and asked what we were doing in Vermont. We explained to her that we were just taking a mini vacation.

“What made you choose Vermont?” She inquired

“We both had never been here and we heard it was nice here so we decided to give it a try.”

“Oh nice, how long have you been here?”

“We just got here today and we’re staying until Sunday.”

“Do you have anything planned for your trip?”

“Erm, not really, we were just going to kind of wing it. Do you have any suggestions?” Mitch finally stepped in.

“Umm, well there is really nice hiking, hanging out on the lake is fun, going to the Ben and Jerry’s factory is a must…”

“Would you be able to show us around a little?” I asked hoping I could hang out with her a little more.

“I think I could arrange that.” She smirked.

“Perfect, do you live around here?”

“I actually live in Burlington.”

“Oh, perfect, that’s where we are staying!” Mitch exclaimed.

Y/N laughed a little, and it was the cutest laugh I have ever heard.

“Where are you guys staying?” She asked

“Hotel Vermont.”

“Ohh nice. That’s a good one.”

“Good to know,” I said staring into her eyes. “Um, when do you usually get out?”

“It depends on how late people stay, you guys are the last ones so it shouldn’t be too long after you guys have finished.”

“You should come by the hotel when you get back to Burlington and we can figure out tomorrow.”

Y/N smiled, “yeah that sounds good.” “Can I have your number? And I’ll text you the room number.” I asked. 

“Oh yeah, sure,” She said while I handed her my phone and she put her number in.

She grabbed our plates and brought our check. We paid and said our goodbyes until later. As soon as we left Mitch started laughing.

“Dude, you are so in love.”

“Shut up, Mitchy. I just think she seems really nice and genuine.”

“Exactly. You don’t think of girls that way.”

“Shut up,” I said while shoving him away from me.

Y/N’s POV

I walked into the kitchen and immediately gloated to everyone.

“OMG, he asked for my number and I am going to their hotel tonight, so let’s get the show on the road so I can leave.”

“You are such a slore!!!” Lady yelled at me.

I just laughed and texted Y/B/N to tell him all about Auston Matthews.

I asked Y/B/N and Y/O/B/N if they thought our grandfather would let us take his boat for part of the day, and Y/B/N said he was taking it out and that we could go with them.

I started the drive to Burlington and got a text from Auston.

Hey Y/N, it’s Auston :) We are in room 324 when you get here.

I waited a few minutes so I wouldn’t seem desperate and then responded.

Okay, I’ll probably be there in like 45 minutes if that’s okay?

A few minutes later I heard another ding.

That’s perfect! See you soon :)

Auston’s POV

Mitch and I were sitting in the room drinking beer and watching the TV when we heard a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door to find Y/N outside with a 6 pack of beer. She had changed from her work clothes and had put on a pretty sundress. I smiled as I stepped aside motioning for her to come in.

“I brought you guys some more Vermont beer to try.”

“I think you and I are gonna get along just fine,” Mitch said with a smirk.

Y/N and I both laughed at Mitch and I told Y/N to take a seat.

We all talked for a while just getting to know each other. We finally decided to talk about our plans for tomorrow. Y/N mentioned we could go on her grandfather’s boat with her brothers. Mitch and I jumped at that idea.

“Perfect! There is a really good bakery we can get sandwiches from and we can get some beer and spend the day on the lake!” Y/N suggested.

“That sounds wonderful,” I said

“Well now that we have that figured out I should probably get going, it’s pretty late.” Y/N said smiling.

“I’ll walk you down,” I said standing up with her.

“See ya tomorrow, Y/N” Mitch called out to her as she waved goodbye to him.

We were making our way to the elevator and I looked over to her.

“I’m really glad we met you today,” I said quietly.

“I’m really glad I met you too,” She said blushing.

“I’m looking forward to getting to know you a little better.”

“Me too,” she said softly.

As we made our way to the lobby I walked with her outside, I gave her a kiss on the cheek and waved goodbye as she walked down the street.

I made my way back upstairs to get ready for tomorrow.

Y/N’s POV

Omg I can’t believe he kissed my cheek!!! I can’t believe I’m spending the day with him tomorrow!!!! This is crazy. I thought to myself as I walked back to my apartment.

As soon as I walked in Y/BF/N was at the table drinking a beer.

“Y/BF/N. You will never guess what happened to me.” “What happened? Why are you so late?”

“I met Auston Matthews. Like the Auston Matthews who plays in the NHL that I love soooo much.” “WHAT? Where????”

“He came into the Sheep with his friend and then invited me over for a drink and now we’re hanging out tomorrow.”

“Holy shit, Y/N!!! This is it!!!”

“I know!! And he kissed me on the cheek when I left just now!!!”

“OMG!!!”

“I literally can’t wait for tomorrow.” “What are you doing?”

“We are going out on the boat, but Y/B/N and Y/O/B/N will be there too. Which is fine, cause his friend Mitch is gonna be with us anyway.”

“Yeah, just make sure you get some alone too ;)”

“Oh, I hope so…”

Auston’s POV

I woke up and decided to text Y/N to see what time she wanted to meet up.

Good morning :)

Good morning, Auston :)

How’d you sleep?

Pretty good, how about you?

Good, I’m kind of used to hotel beds.

Well, that’s good! What time do you think you guys will be ready?

We’re both up now, we were gonna ask what time you wanted to go?

I was thinking noon?

Yeah, that’s perfect, where should we meet you?

There’s this bakery on your way to Vergennes, I thought we could get sandwiches there before we go? I’ll meet you there

Sounds good, just send me the address :)

Y/N’s POV

I still can’t believe I’m hanging out with Auston Matthews. This is unreal. After we got sandwiches, I had them follow me to my grandfather’s marina where we were meeting my brothers.  

We pulled up and my brothers were standing out on the dock. Auston and Mitch came over to my car and we grabbed all the bags and coolers and walked down to the boat.

“What’s up, wanks? This is Auston and Mitch, and these are my brothers, Y/B/N and Y/O/B/N.”

“Hey guys, how’s it going?” Auston said shaking their hands

“Pretty good, it’s nice to meet you,” Y/B/N responded shaking both of their hands.

“Well let’s get going!!” I said pushing everyone along.

NHLNHLNHL

After a long day on the water, we all went to dinner at Starry Night. It was really nice getting to know them a little better and I’m glad my brothers could come along because Auston was Y/O/B/N’s favorite NHL player.

After dinner, we went back to Burlington and this time they came over to my place.

“So, it’s no penthouse suite…which I’m sure you’re used to.” I said as I keyed into the apartment.

“I’m sure it’s lovely!” Mitch said with a smirk.

“Also, sorry, it’s a little messy too.”

“It’s perfect,” Auston said with a grin.

“What do you guys want to drink?” I asked heading into the kitchen.

“I’m good with beer,” Mitch said.

“Me too,” Auston chimed in.

I grabbed two beers from the fridge and poured myself a glass of wine. Auston came up behind me and grabbed the beers and followed me into the living room where we all sat down.

“Thank you so much for hanging out with us, Y/N. It has been so much fun.” Mitch said with a smile.

“Of course! It’s been fun showing you what we do here in Vermont. Even if it’s not that much, haha.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Auston asked.

“I think I could pencil you in if that’s what you’re asking?” I said back a little cheekily.

“We would love that,” Auston said looking over to Mitch. Mitch nodded in agreement.

“Do you guys like ice cream?” I asked.

“is that even a question???” Mitch asked, almost seeming offended.

“Good. We can go to the Ben and Jerry’s factory. It’s not super exciting, the tour isn’t very long, but you get free samples.”

“Oh I’m so down,” Mitch said.

“Me too,” Auston agreed.

We watched some Netflix and talked for about another hour when Mitch said he was heading back to the hotel to get some sleep. He patted Auston’s back and gave him a wink, that made me blush a bit.

“See ya tomorrow, Y/N,” Mitch said with a wink.

I waved goodbye and turned back to Auston.  

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m glad to have some alone time with you,” Auston said.

I blushed and gave him a small smile. We were seated next to each other on the couch, and he put his hand on my knee.

I had so many butterflies, I could not believe this was real. We kind of just stared at each other for a moment, and he started laughing.

“I’m sorry, this is a little unusual for me,” he managed to get out in between laughs.

I couldn’t help but laugh too, “it’s okay, this is a little different for me too.”

All of a sudden, he plants his lips on mine. I was surprised at first but then allowed myself to melt into his lips. We made out for a few more minutes before we finally pulled away.

“God, you’re amazing.” He said looking into my eyes.

“Thank you,” I said while blushing and looking away.

“Let’s play 20 questions.” He suggested.

I groaned internally a bit but let him proceed. “Okay, …you have to ask the questions.”

“Okay……what’s your favorite color?” He asked.

“Yellow,” I answered quickly

“Yellow…really?” He questioned with a grin.

“Oh stop…you can’t judge during this game.” I said giving him a slight shove.

“Okay fine. Next question…what is your favorite food?”

“That one tough, I’m terrible at making decisions….my favorite, like, type of food is Chinese, but my favorite snacky type thing would be…. pickles or nachos.”

“Interesting….okay what did you want to be when you grow up?”

“Definitely a singer or actress.”

“Very original…”

“I said no judging!!!” giving him another soft push.

“I’m sorry, next question. What does your name mean?” He said while giggling.

“I don’t really know the meaning, but I was named after a friend of my dads who died in a car accident…sorry kind of depressing haha.”

“Yeah, things are deep now…” “Once I found out that’s who I was named after, I was afraid her ghost was going to be at the end of my bed while I was sleeping and try to kill me for having her name.”

“Wooow.” He said trying not to laugh.

“Okay, I was young!!!”

“Fair enough…if you could live anywhere, where would it be?”

“Greece for sure.” “Greece…really?! Where about?”

“Well, I’ve only been to Santorini. But it was soooo beautiful, I am going to get married there and have a house there.”

“Wow...high class lifestyle right there…” He said with a smirk.

“Very,” I said trying not to laugh.

“What is the most embarrassing moment of your life?” He said with a very cheeky grin.

“Oh my gosh, you’re really going for it aren’t you…honestly I can’t think of a defining embarrassing moment, but in one of my classes my sophomore year, I was surrounded by guys and a couple of them were on the hockey team, and we had to get together to discuss some topic, but I didn’t know any of them so I just kind of sat there, and our teacher called them out for not including me, and I was mortified. I was so worried they were going to think I was weird.”

“So…you’re into hockey players?”

“Really? That’s what you got out of my story??”

“Hahaha, I’m sorry, I’m just glad to hear that.”

I rolled my eyes with a smirk... “next question please.”

“Who is your best friend in the whole wide world?”

“Y/BF/N.”

“Okay, what is your biggest fear in life?”

“Getting deep on me…”

“That’s how it goes you know…”

“Fair enough…ummm, my biggest fear is probably losing someone close to me prematurely.” “Like them dying?” He inquired.

“Yeah, like if I were to lose my one of my brothers tomorrow, it’s my worst nightmare.”

“That’s a good one. I couldn’t imagine losing my sisters.” “Yeah, it’s pretty scary.”

“Alright then...moving on. What is the most illegal thing you’ve ever done?”

“Hahaha, I don’t know…I used to steal clothes…or doing drugs?? I’m not sure which one is worse.”

“Wow…we’ve got a bad girl here…” I gave him a glare and he put his hands up surrendering…….. “no judgments.”

“Thank you,” I said with a huge grin.

“What keeps you up at night?”

“I think just, disappointing people. Everything that I do and every decision that I make I always think about how it will affect the people in my life or what they will think about it. I know I shouldn’t but it’s just something I have always done.”

“Yeah, I feel that. Whenever I have a bad game, I just feel like I’m disappointing my team, my family, the fans, just so many people.” “Yeah, I’m sure. I know this doesn’t even compare to the NHL, but I threw on the track team for my school, and whenever I had a bad day, I was always more upset about disappointing everyone else than I was myself.”

“You get me. It’s probably the worst part about playing in the NHL, and that’s what you tend to focus on the most too.”

“I know you probably hear this a lot, but just the fact that you made it to the NHL is crazy. Everyone makes mistakes and has off days. It doesn’t change who you are as a player.”

“You really are amazing. I know who I’m going to go to after I have a bad game.”

I blushed a bit and kissed him softly. This time it didn’t turn into a make-out session because Y/BF/N walked in the door.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, I’m going to my room, continue on…” Y/BF/N said making a big deal out of it.

I laughed a bit as she walked down the hall apologizing to Auston for the interruption.

“It’s alright, I like talking to you.”

“I like talking to you too…” He cut me off with the same soft kiss I gave him just moments before.

“I do like kissing you too though”

I giggled a bit when Y/BF/N came back out.

“Sorry, I’m kinda hungry.”

“It’s all good, we were just talking anyway.”

“Mhmm…sure.”

I have Auston a look and we both laughed.

“Exactly.” Y/BF/N said.

“What are you making?” I asked.

“Nachos!!! Want some?”

“Of course!!” I replied.

We all hung out and talked for a little while longer when Auston decided he should get back to the hotel.

“What time do you wanna meet up tomorrow?” He asked.

“I’m flexible, whenever you guys want to get up and get going is fine with me.” “How about 11?” He questioned.

“That’s perfect.”

“See you then,” he said giving me a kiss on the cheek and walking out the door.

“Holy fuck, Y/N.” Y/BF/N said.

“I know.”

“Are you gonna fuck him????” “Omg, Y/BF/N I just met him.”

“So?? That hasn’t stopped you before…”

“Fuck off, this is different.”

“Whatever you say…”

“Whatever, goodnight bish”

“Night slut!”

Auston’s POV

I woke up excited to spend another day with Y/N. She is just so much fun and so genuine, I’ve never felt this way about a girl. I’m sad that we’re leaving tomorrow because I have no idea when I will see her next if I even see her at all. I’m busted out of my thoughts by Mitch talking to me.

“Yo loverboy, you ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Shaking my head at his nickname.

“What are you gonna do when we leave tomorrow?” He asks.

“I don’t know man. I really like her. I know I just met her, but I really want her in my life.”

“Then make it happen.”

“Yeah but she lives here, and I’m in Arizona for the rest of the summer and then in Toronto for the season, and I don’t even know what she wants to do with her life.” “Well slow down there, you don’t have to get married right now. You could just stay friends for now and see how things go, see her when you can see her, and then figure out if you want something more.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right”

“Haha, that’s a good one Mitchy,” I said giving him a slap on the back.

“Whatever, let’s go get her.”

I texted Y/N when we were outside of her apartment and she came out the door just a few seconds later.

“Hey guys, how are you?” She asked as she got into the car.

“Good, how about you?” I asked.

“I’m okay, excited for some ice cream!”

“Big facts,” Mitch stated, Y/N and I both laughed as I drove away.

After the tour of the factory, we decided to get a late lunch back in Burlington. We went to a restaurant downtown and then walked around Church St. a bit and did some shopping. We were having such a great time, I was dreading having to say goodbye to her. It was about 3 o’clock when Y/N suggested going to the beach. Mitch and I agreed, we went to the store to get some drinks and snacks, we stopped at Y/N’s for her to change and then to the hotel so Mitch and I could change and then we headed to the beach.

It was nice chatting and relaxing with Mitch and Y/N. She’s really funny and Mitch feeds off of it so it’s a riot to listen to the two of them.

Eventually, Mitch fell asleep and I took that as my opportunity to talk to Y/N about what happens when I leave.

“So, we’re leaving tomorrow,” I stated hesitantly.

Y/N looked down a bit, “oh yeah,” she stated a little solemnly.

“I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with you and getting to know you. I don’t want that to stop.”

“To be honest, I can’t even believe I’m lying on the beach with you right now. This weekend has been so amazing. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

“I’m just worried I won’t see you again.”

“Don’t worry about that. You will. And besides, there this really cool thing now, you can talk to someone on your phone while looking at them. I don’t know if you have heard of it? It’s called FaceTime.” Y/N said with that sweet like smirk.

I laughed and kissed her softly.

A few minutes later, Mitch awoke from his slumber. “Oh man, I don’t know about you guys but I’m starving.”

I looked at my phone to check the time and realized it was almost 8 o’clock and the sun was starting to set. I looked over to Y/N and she nodded and said she could eat too. So, we packed up our stuff and headed to grab dinner.

I tried to make dinner as long as possible because I knew my time with Y/N was coming to an end. I figured we could hang out tonight too but we did have to leave early tomorrow morning for our flight.

We had decided that we would go back to the hotel and Y/N would come over after she showered and changed to say goodbye. It felt like hours before we heard a knock at the door. I opened it revealing Y/N with a 6-pack of beer just like the first night she came here. She came in and sat down on the bed after handing Mitch a beer. I sat down next to her and we all chatted a bit about our plans for the rest of our summer.

It was now time for Y/N to go. She hugged Mitch and they said goodbye, and then I followed Y/N out to the hallway and to the lobby.

“Thank you so much for this weekend, Y/N/N. It was amazing. I already can’t wait to see you again.” I said looking down at her.

“It was my pleasure, Auston. I can’t wait to see you either.”

I kissed her softly and reluctantly let go after what seemed like hours. She gave me a hug and I waved as she walked out the door.

“Bye, Y/N.”

“Call me some time,” she called over her shoulder with that oh so cute smirk on her face.

[urwarriorangel]

‘anything you want’ (bellamy blake au, part v)

part i, part ii, part iii, previously

Prompt: Things are finally a little smooth. You’re over Bellamy, you and Octavia are closer than ever. In fact, she’s asked you to be her son’s Godmother. You chose his name, you bought the gifts, and now it’s time for him to come into the world.

Pairing(s): Bellamy Blake x Reader, Linctavia, Surprise Character x Reader

Warning(s): angst y’all!!! letdown, surprise bf!!! heartbroken!bellamy, language

A/N: hey y’all this part is kinda cute tbh, it is angsty but also cute! please enjoy it, i love it very much! this is a bellamy x reader fic so please don’t worry! well, worry bc it’s an angsty fic but not bc of that!!! they’ll end up together! i love y’all! (!!!!!!!!!!GIFS NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!)

Looking back at it, you’re okay with missing Octavia’s wedding. You left the night of, making John in charge of your last day of maid of honor duties. Granted all he had to do was wear a pretty dress and tell Octavia everything was going to be alright because everything WAS going to be alright, you made sure of it. You even emailed Bellamy a list of the events in addition to everything else. In the end, you took care of everything during and after the wedding. You left the lovebirds a beautifully written note and they, of course, understood… granted you also paid for their honeymoon.

As far as Bellamy was concerned, he was ridden with guilt. He couldn’t wrap his head around why he did what he did and he’d never been more devastated. He tried to contact you after the fact, tempting you with pictures of the wedding and edible arrangements. You sent everything back. That man ruined you and you’d be damned if you let that happen again.

Now you’re hackling the cab driver, desperate to get to the hospital on time for the birth of your godson, which you got to name by the way.

“The hospital is literally five minutes away can we just--you know what? Never mind,” you throw a couple 20s, grab your purse and the three gift bags, and get out of the car--right into traffic, and you could not care less. If you were gonna get hit by a car, so be it. Maybe the ambulance could get you there quicker. You quickly cross the street and walk the few blocks left towards the hospital. On your way there, you keep checking your phone and muttering under your breath, somehow managing to miss the tall figure now walking next to you.

“So you still talk to yourself, huh?” You almost stop dead in your tracks at the sound of that voice you’d constantly curse in the middle of the night.

“Old habits die hard,” you whisper, not bothering to look at him or acknowledge him any further.

“Yeah, I know,” he whispers, unable to keep his eyes off of you. Each time he sees you, he doesn’t think he can admire you more and each time he’s wrong. There’s so many things he wants to say to you, so many apologies that he can finally-

“Bellamy, look,” you stop in your tracks and turn to look at him: Bellamy Blake, looking miserable as ever. You wish it would bring you joy. “You set out to ruin my life, you do know that, right? You wanted to turn everyone in my life against me, that’s how much you hated me, and to this day, I have no idea why. I mean, sure, I no longer cry myself to sleep and I don’t drink to forget the pain, but that doesn’t mean that the pain is gone. You hurt me, and I hate you. I hate you, Bellamy Blake. I’m here because I love Octavia and I love Lincoln and I love Augustus. That’s why you’re here, too. Let’s limit our conversation, to nonexistent. Got it?” You see a small smile on Bellamy’s face and your glare grows. “Why are you smiling?”

“Augustus?”

“Yes, Augustus. I love that name. Why? Didn’t they tell you?” Your anger turns into confusion and he chuckles.

“No, they didn’t tell me the name. They said you picked it and I would love it regardless. They were right,” his smile widens as realization hits you.

“Right,” you whisper, remembering the moment you shared with Bellamy all those years ago.

He was staying at your place, here to see Octavia. You couldn’t fall asleep, so you decided to make yourself some hot chocolate. In the process, you woke Bellamy up. The only way he’d shut up is if you made him a cup, too. So you did and you two spent the night talking about nearly everything under the sun.

He told you about Octavia: how he felt responsible for her, how he always wondered if he’d failed her at all, how he named her. He told you about himself: how he loved history, how we was a complete nerd in high school, how we loved soccer.

You didn’t speak much, too enthralled by the spectacle that was Bellamy Blake. When he realized how much he was talking, he blushed. And you remember laughing, appreciating the hell out of his rosy cheeks as it was one of the rarest sights.

“You remember,” Bellamy’s soft voice whispers, breaking you out of the trance.

“Yes, it seems so. You protected Octavia, now she can do the same to Augustus,” you turn, breaking out of the daze and making your way into the hospital, Bellamy quickly following after you.

He remains silent the rest of the way up, carefully choosing his next words. You two arrive in the waiting area, met with an ecstatic Lincoln.

“It’s almost time!” He smiles wide, tears evident in his eyes as he sees you and Bellamy.

“I’m so excited,” you whisper, tears forming in your eyes too as you think of holding your godson. “Get in there! She’s going to need you.”

“Right!” Lincoln laughs and wipes his eyes, grabbing your shoulder with one hand and Bellamy’s with the other. “Thank you guys so much!”

You smile at him and rub his hand. “Hey, keep bringing us little god-children and we’ll be here all the time. Now go!”

Lincoln nods and runs back to the room, a smile on your face as a few tears roll down. You’re not looking at him, but Bellamy’s quickly wiping his own tears. You can’t sit down, so you remain standing as you wait for the good news. In the meantime, you keep Clarke updated, seeing as she’s the only one who couldn’t make it to the hospital. Wells and Raven (yes, they’re together, with your blessing) are on their way, as is John. Everyone else is going to have to wait.

Just as Bellamy’s getting ready to talk to you, to tell you how much he misses you, you both hear another voice call out your name.

“Y/N,” you smile as you hear the voice and as Bellamy looks up, his heart shatters into a million pieces. You get up and wrap your arms around your current boyfriend, Finn Collins.

“Finn,” you smile softly, sighing in relief as he’s here to save you from the awkward tension. “You said you couldn’t make it.”

“Yeah,well I know how important this is for you,” he smiles widely down at you and you kiss him, momentarily forgetting Bellamy.

You and Finn got together at an odd time. At first, you just wanted someone to hook up with. And FInn was always the fuckboy, the guy you never gave any serious thought to, so theoretically perfect. But when you got to his house, hammered as hell, he let you in and tucked you into his bed, sleeping on the couch himself. You woke up, embarrassed as ever and much to your surprise, he asked you out on a date. And you said no the first few times, but eventually gave in and here you were, five months later, still really digging him.

“Ahem,” Bellamy clears his throat and you pull away from Finn’s embrace, almost embarrassed. He tries to keep his voice as serene as possible, reaching out a hand to Finn. “I’m Bellamy.”

“Hey, I’m Finn,” the guys smile at each other, shaking hands and never losing eye contact.

“Alright, you creeps let go already,” you roll your eyes, making your way towards the seats again. The boys both slowly let go of each other’s hands and sit on either side of you. Before any of you can say a word, Lincoln runs over to you guys.

“He’s here!” You jump up at Lincoln’s words, running towards O’s room with your gifts in hand.

“Oh my god,” you whisper and walk in, a smile on your face as you see a tired Octavia holding your godson.

“Meet your godson, Augustus Nyko Blake-Trikru,” Octavia smiles and you fight back the tears pooling together in your eyes.

“That poor kid is gonna have one hell of a time learning to spell his own name,” you laugh softly as Bellamy makes his way to the door.

“Is that--?”

“It’s Augustus Nyko Blake-Trikru,” you laugh softly as Bellamy tears up again, a wide smile on his face.

“That’s one hell of a name,” he says, still smiling at you and you nod your head in agreement.

“That’s what I said!”

“Alright godparents, get your asses over here and take him from me so I can rest for a little bit,” Octavia smiles and you drop the bags, running over to take Augustus from your best friend.

“Hi, my angel,” you whisper softly, finally letting the tears fall down your face as you watch the gorgeous little baby in your arms. He’s got his father’s lashes, the same toffee colored skin. He’s got his mother’s round eyes and dark brown (curly) locks. “I love you so much already,” you close your eyes and kiss his forehead as Bellamy watches, heart wrenching at the sight of you with his nephew.

God, he wished he could change things. He wished--

“Is that him?” Finn pops his head in and you look up, rolling your eyes at him even in this emotional state.

“No, we stole someone else’s kid.”

“Geeze, Y/N, let the kid down easy,” you hear John’s voice and smile as he walks in, followed by Wells and Raven.

“John, shut up and look how beautiful my godson is!” You whisper loudly, smiling as you look back down at the sleeping angel in your arms.

“Our godson,” Bellamy smiles and walks over, brushing a gentle, hesitant kiss over Augustus’s forehead and you swear your heart explodes. Fuck.

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peter x michelle things

•michelle being the observant person she is slowly putting two and two together and figuring out peter is spiderman. like her realizing that spiderman just happened to be there in DC, that peter always goes missing when spiderman goes into action, coming home with bruises, or being really awkward when someone asks what he does in his freetime •throwing that whole damsel in distress trope down the drain (except maybe once or twice) •however, michelle saving peter?? noticing he’s in a bad situation or about to get himself in trouble and stepping in and saving his ass •being partners in one of their classes and making so many inside jokes •some teachers love them together and like to make them sit next to each other when planning seating arrangements, while others try to get them on complete opposite sides of the room even though that doesn’t stop all the eye contact and *casual* flipping each other off •their first romantic outing occurs “by accident” after an academic decathlon meeting because they were walking home together and stopped for food and end up just walking together and because it’s not official, they don’t hold hands but they both really want to, and their hands keep brushing because they walk so close together •aunt may meeting michelle and absolutely adoring her •later that night may goes to peter and says “i think you larb her” •(this one is actually like canon) every time peter misses a day of school for “stark internship” he gets 14 voice messages from michelle •PETER VLOGGING THEIR DATES OR DOING BF GF TAGS •michelle tricking peter into saying that he’s spiderman like if she ever runs into spiderman mentioning something about school or ned and seeing how he reacts or at school she talks about spider-man (maybe says he’s cute?) •oh shit what if she runs into spiderman before she knows his secret and they get to talking and she says that she likes her friend peter •OR you know even after they’re dating and she knows she could still say that as a lil romantic joke •him taking her out on a ride with some webs and resting up on the roof of a tall building and they just enjoy their company •michelle following peter into the lab where he works on his gear and that’s how he finds out she knows •michelle is really fuckin smart. we all know this. captain of the academic decathlon? hell yeah. but she can and 100% will help peter creating some new gear or with researching and stuff (kind of like what ned did in homecoming) •the whole trio knowing the secret and becoming so close and wholesome •their first kiss being super awkward because they’re teenagers and both awkward people. like they both lean in but like don’t know what direction to turn and they don’t really move but it still means so much to both of them •both of them insulting each other (as bffs do) •*insert cliche spiderman kiss* •100% michelle pulling up the mask to kiss him as good luck •helping each other when they’re stressed with whatever they happen to be stressed about •(i want to apologize before this bullet, because, i hate myself too) when tony stark inevitably dies in infinity war, michelle comforting peter and reassuring him that it wasn’t his fault and there was nothing he could have done to help and they just hold each other •on another hand, michelle congratulating peter on becoming an avenger (as long as he promises to be safe and not have to move away) •michelle nursing him back to health after a particularly big fight •#powercouple of the decathlon team •next movies will be junior/senior year soooo them slow dancing at prom? i think yes. •them on a date at night sitting on a bench together leaning in for a kiss but some bad guy comes in and tries to steal something/harm them and peter fucking flips shit and attacks the person to keep mj safe •flash forward like 6 years w them still being together in upstate new york and living together and being complete goals and going on fantastic dates and loving each other and cuddling and being supportive!!! •back to present. it takes them a long time to have the “what are we” discussion •kissing on roof tops and balconies. a lot. because they like the view (and each other) •after a year ish in their relationship michelle slips out that she loves him and peter gets so happy and says he loves her too