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âď¸Mild arcane spoilers âď¸
Miiight ruffle some feathers.
Not EVEN going to lie, unnecessary ship wars aside, the fan base has developed such a deep love and understanding for these characters (because letâs be honest, there are some pretty intelligent people giving eye opening analyses) that after the finale, it appears that we have a better understanding of them than the actual writers.
We deserved better as the audience after all the hype over the years, all the waiting, even after some episodes got leaked a while ago, most of us remained respectful and waited to see what this season would bring us. The core characters ABSOLUTELY deserved better as well.
It felt as if I was watching all of the charactersâ development be erased in real time, or become sidelined and nearly mute after being propped up to appear as if they were going to have a significant arc.
With the amount of episodes we had, it felt like they were trying to cram a bunch of different storylines into one 9 episode season and that left us with annoying plot holes and rushed sequences.
And Iâm just gonna say it.
If a certain relationship needed to be sacrificed if it meant that other characters had the proper development they needed and DESERVED, then I would have preferred that much, MUCH more than that undercooked finale.
Donât. Even. Get me started on that caitvi scene. In the cell? Right after that conversation she had with her sister? Donât give me that nonsense about how itâs vi reclaiming her power or something. (An actual weird ass statement from Amanda Overton in a Q&A video about how that was Vi reclaiming and working through her trauma in that cell).
No apology? No groveling for forgiveness? That little argument they had lasted like five seconds and didnât even address the earlier conflict that happened in the show after cait left vi. And before any of you say âcait apologized with her actionsâ
I donât care. Two things can be true at once, she can and should have apologized directly as well as displayed that with her actions.
Moving on to Mel??? We did not nearly have enough time to explore her new abilities as a mage, her armor, and her connection to the black rose. As I said, the storylines this season should have been more refined so we could focus on a central group of characters. They did nothing but hint at her armor from the end of season 1 all the way up until now.
Also maybe Iâm hallucinating, but did we ever find out what happened to the firelightâs tree?? Thatâs one of the main reasons Ekko and Heimerdinger went to the lab isnât it? HELLO?
Next on my list, Jinx. This girl has suffered to no end.
- Lost her whole family except for Vi.
- Almost died once and was brought back to life.
- Tried to end her life several more times
And you slap us all in the face by writing her off?
âOh but she may not be GONE gone, look at the glitching at the end!"
I. Donât. Care. Itâs the principle.
Iâm sick and tired of seeing characters that struggle with mental health and keep having one bad event after another happen to them, never receiving a proper ending. What messages are the writers sending with this? That death is basically the answer because thereâs no hope for them? Cool. That was not an honorable act of self sacrifice, that was plain insulting.
Instead, if they still really wanted to have a Jinx redemption arc and a chance to rekindle her relationship with Vi, having her tap into engineering for the betterment of Zaun would have been the better route.
We should have gotten an extra extended episode since this is last season for the Piltover/Zaun region, and for Jinx and Vi's story. I really want to blame Riot for being greedy and possibly becoming too cocky with the popularity of Arcane that they think anything would suffice because It's Arcane.
#riot got greedy#arcane#league of legends#arcane league of legends#arcane ambessa#ambessa medarda#mel medarda#arcane Mel#arcane jayce#jayce talis#viktor arcane#jinx arcane#vi arcane#vander arcane#Warwick#vi and caitlyn#caitlyn arcane#hextech#timebomb#arcane silco#young silco#arcane season 2#riot games#fortiche#arcane spoilers#arcane zaun#piltover#arcane act 3#arcane act three#arcane sevika
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Feel free to ignore but I just have to get this out. I know this sounds mean but I´m happy that
a) Tim and Oliver lurk in fandom like no other and are seeing what people say about them and
b) Oliver had months of reprieve from the deranged people that make his following because they were turning all their guns on Lou. In fact he gained popularity because they convinced themselves (with his help, I add) that he is their champion and actually wants Buddie to happen. What does he think will happen now, when in a couple of weeks Buddie still has not happend? There is no Tommy standing in the way anymore and we will go right back to accusations of baiting and of people calling him fat and bald and almost too ugly for Eddie (yes, that happend). And when this happens and he has another whiny outburst on SM I will laugh until I fall over.
They droped the ball with every other LI before because they were to chicken shit to even try putting a stop to the endless harrassment. I think Megan West was the most egregious example of just leaving someone hanging and even encouraging the shit that went on online. They had a chance here, for the first time, to try to get out of this toxic Buddie brew they are in. If nothing else the way the relationship with Tommy was received, the way it garnered press by outlets other than glorified fan blogs like "Fangirlish" and gained them a new audience and the move to ABC all presented an opportunity to combat the toxicity by simply taking the fandom monopoly away from the crazies. But they just did not have the balls and now look at their pathetic attempts to make Brad happen on their IG. Engagement is low and what it there is the usual idiots screaming for Buddie and nothing else.
I hope it was worth it. I don´t see the show getting a 10th season, maybe not even a 9th. The spin off will be cheaper to produce, Peter talked about quitting before and the ratings trend downwards since S6. Not to mention the writing is absolute shit since Tim is back.
Maybe Oliver hopes that Callum Blue is the kind of guy that can get him a job after 911 gets canceled and is worth sucking up to. Last time I checked he couldn´t even get cast on a Hallmark movie so why not try, right? Buddie fans will not follow him either way, I hope he knows that.
Hey, hon. Thanks for the ask. Sorry I haven't posted this or replied before now. I haven't logged into my computer in a few days, have just been doing everything on my phone, and I didn't want to try to reply to this on my phone, that would takes ages.
I've been in the 911 fandom since two months after the last episode of season 1 aired. Oliver and 911 shot themselves in the foot by not shooting this Bvddie bullshit down from the very beginning. They've spent years leading Bvddie fans on, purposely having scenes with Buck and Eddie that cause the lunatics to see things that aren't there, because it gives the show more engagement.
Oliver and 911 know that Bvddie fans will never stop watching the show because they're so sure that at some point, 911 and Oliver will give in and make Bvddie canon because 'it's what they deserve'. At least, that's the bullshit I've read a lot of on Twitter and other places. What Bvddie fans don't understand, is they aren't owed shit.
I learned this the hard way when I was in the 100 fandom. I, and many other Bellarke fans thought that since we were loyal fans of the show, we'd be rewarded by getting Bellarke eventually. But just like Bvddie is never going to happen, Bellarke never happened. The writers and show runners had no interest in going there. They just liked to bait fans. Just like 911 does, with Buck and Eddie.
I personally feel like Oliver was relieved that all the hate was getting thrown at Lou and not himself, and he got a break from those assholes for a few months. But now that Lou and Tommy are gone, they're just going to go back to harassing him because Bvddie isn't canon and never will be, and those dumbasses can't cope.
Oliver knows that if he ever truly tells the Bvddie fans that it's never going to happen, he'll lose a large majority of his fan base. So, he just doesn't say anything. He encourages their twisted thinking and doesn't put them in their place when they're being assholes. Neither does Tim, so it's a monster of their own making. (The Bvddie fandom)
I can't speak on anything to do with the actresses of the other LI's. For many years since I started watching the show, I didn't interact with other fans much. The only time I did, was when I wrote fanfiction when I was a Bvddie shipper for 2 years, but after I found out what a bunch of toxic assholes they were, I ditched that fandom and am so glad I did.
Yeah, I check out the 911 IG page every few days because that's all I can stand. I can't look at it daily. All the Bvddie bullshit on every post claiming 'Bvddie canon, season 8!' It makes me roll my eyes so hard it hurts. Also, the way those idiots talk, like Buck and Tommy weren't in a relationship, like Buck is Eddie's one true love, and the other father of Chris.. God, I can't help but tell them how stupid they are for believing that. Especially since Ryan said in an interview that Chis has only one dad, and Buck sure as fuck ain't it.
The show will be lucky if it gets a season 9. This season is just not good, and I mean that honestly. Putting aside the BuckTommy of it all, it's crap. They focused too much on that Brad character which was a fucking waste of screen time. They traumatized Henren and their kids, had a plot that ended like within 5 minutes with Ortiz, had a decent start for Gerrard being a bad guy and dropped him for BRAD! Who the fuck cares about fucking Brad? No one.
When it comes to the IG posts, the first few days and maybe weeks after the BT breakup, both fans and GA made their feelings about the out of the blue breakup known, but after fighting the stupid Bvddie fans in the comments for a few days, most people backed off. I've gotten messages from people on IG who are BT and GA fans, who said that just like a lot of my comments on the IG page, their comments were removed for supporting BT, and for dishing out some of the bs that the Bvddie's have been doing for years.
Which once again shows that the people who man the 911 IG page, are catering to the most toxic assholes in the fandom. Every fucking post on the 911 IG has bullshit about Bvddie going canon, but people who talk about BT, or who even dare to criticize, in a nice way even, who criticize the plots being cut off, making no sense, the characters doing things that are out of character, they get deleted. But yet the lunatic's comments remain on the posts.
IF the show gets renewed for season 9, I'm betting it will be the last. This season so far has just been a shitshow. In terms of the writing for the show, and in terms of the Bvddie fans taking being complete assholes, to the highest degree imaginable.
I don't give a shit about Brad the character or his actor. I hate the character, he fucking annoys me. I didn't find any of this plot funny, just irritating and I want him gone. The mains were pushed to the background this season for Brad, some dumbass that's not some great character, but some idiot.
Also, Oliver is like a child. He only cares about praise and ass kissers. He says what will cause him to look good. I remember there was one time a few years ago, where he had some contact with a Bvddie fan and when the fan said that he was a dick for leading people on about Bvddie if it's not going to happen, he snapped back and said that he was just an actor doing this job and to stop being so mean to him.
In my opinion, he's a fucking moron who did it to himself. Him and Tim. As I said above, they could've gotten the assholes under control or even gotten rid of them from the start by being honest and just saying their stupid Bvddie is never going to happen. But no, they're too worried about ratings dropping, so they throw in Bvddie scenes every now and then to keep baiting those fans and they eat it all up.
Every time Buck and Eddie share a scene, those idiot's are all, "It's happening! Bvddie canon, y'all!" And then nothing ever happens, and those assholes get mad at being baited once again. It's been 7 1/2 seasons. If Bvddie were ever going to go canon, it would've happened by now.
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apologies, i literally just saw this because i haven't been on tumblr at all. i'd probably change the entirety of season 5 to be honest. before that even. but definitely everything that happened in season 5. its 4 am so sorry if im being really mean to ml. i actually really love her guys im serious. miraculous ladybug is my pookie. anyways i suppose here are some of my grievances:
marinette's main civilian conflict that drives almost every episodic plotline is the fact she just absolutely sucks at confessing to adrien. shes just truly dogshit at it. so one would think that if the first season set this up as her main Problem, she might change on this subject by the end. perhaps she would either learn to move on, or she would learn how to confess. no, the show makes adrienette the side that is canon and also marinette isn't the one to confess! adrien is the one who does it. at least adrien has some development here where he reevaluates his feelings in some way, but adrien confessing is absolutely nothing new for his character. i have been watching adrien confessing his love for ladybug for seasons. it isn't a conflict for him.
chat noir not being at the main fight with hawkmoth is actually crazy. im sorry. i don't care the justifications everyone has. "it has more seasons." it is just genuinely unsatisfying to set up a magic system with yin yang powers built around the romance/partnership where the whole point is that they're equals, and then allow one of them to wield both of them?! when the whole point is that hawkmoth is WRONG for wanting both of them, to want to use the wish at all. wielding both of them at once, quite frankly, should have serious consequences. they just shot every theme they ever set up in the foot. ignoring the fact chat noir is also hawkmoths son, it just doesn't make sense for him to not be there.
honestly they just wasted every potential fun dynamic they ever could have milked out of gabriel and adrien by killing gabriel before adrien OR gabriel learned anything about each other. there were so many avenues for interesting storytelling, but they decided to go with two au episodes to say "if gabriel learns adrien is chat noir, adrien is akumatized and the world ends." why do an au! why not ACTUALLY akumatize adrien in the main timeline, and make him possible to defeat? the world did not have to end, that was a writing CHOICE. how fascinating would it be for ladybug to assemble a superhero team because her partner was akumatized? or chat blanc to be a multi-episode or even a season antagonist. or use the sentimonster aspect in an interesting way. or vice versa, have adrien learn gabriel is hawkmoth and be genuinely conflicted about what to do. literally ANYTHING other than both of them never learning anything until gabriel kicks the bucket. every drop of that conflict was wasted. big L.
this is a nitpick but the entire point of the love square is that it is a subversion of the love triangle so why did they introduce two love triangles and then not even commit. why did they break up lukanette and adrigami in one episode. they ruined the subversion of the trope for shit that didn't even last. sorry that is so small but it makes me so mad for no reason.
uhhh develop the class in some way or cut them. i cannot take ladybug's entire squad its just too many of them and they're all archetype and one-note. and their superpowers are eh. spending a bunch of episodes giving the class jewelry was not fun for me. sorry.
Tell me, is there anything about Miraculous Ladybug that you wish had gone differently?
everything
#so much more. so much more. but this is off the top of my head#marinette keeping 500 secrets at the end of the season made me mad at first but honestly now its really funny#like the toxicity of it all like im sorry but is the answer to keep it secret forever?!#im obsessed with her. she should lie more.
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Iâm planning on making an incorrect summary of ibvs and this was one of the first ideas i had
THIS REMINDS ME OF THE TIME I WAS BORED IN CLASS AND WASTED LIKE TWENTY PAGES OF MY NOTEBOOK BY SCRIPTING A "IBVS IN A NUTSHELL" THING
tags are just me being nostalgic
#it was so fun but the only joke i remember from it was that i called the nevin goop ''gak''#and planned for someone to say ''the gak is back'' when it appeared again#but i got bored of the whole thing after season one so i never ended up writing that part of it#i made a couple little sprites as well but the lines were too thick and they looked bad. even for in a nutshell sprites.#man ive gotta go find that again. gonna search for it in my notebook.#okay its been two minutes since the last tag and i found it#okay highlights:#''the demon king of high school has decreed it. he says monday 8am i will be deleted'' (heathers reference)#*closeup of issac* *closeup of the door to the art room* *zoom out to show the closet door in between them* ''well frick''#oh god i was so hostile towards chris in this. not even pointing out actual flaws; i just went straight for the jugular. oh poor boy.#KIDS BOP XTALE i guess i couldnt be bothered to simplify his backstory#''haha magic? that's dumb. why would magic exist? magic doesn't exist. you're nor magical. i - definitely - am not magical.#why would i ever be magical? if i was magical you would know but i'm not magical so yeah glad that's settled.#*talking to viewers* my name is nevin jovel. i have magic powers and do an amazing job at hiding them.''#*also talking to viewers* ''my name is drew jovel and nevin's a fucking idiot if he thinks i'm falling for that''#''and i'm chris!''#CHRIS JUST SAYING ''ANIME FALL'' anime boy frrr#''i didn't. not at all. i am a normal human being. i cannot do that by myself. what do you think i am? a wizard?#because i am no wizard i have nothing to do with wizardry i-''#okay nevin definitely had my favorite running gags. running gaks. hah.#charlie: ''my anime senses are tingling'' it would have been such a good place for a 'ghost sense' danny phantom reference :(#nevin: ''day 4 of hoping nothing supernatural happens'' . monika: ''hello!'' . nevin: ''why''#okay so in between every chapter i planned for there to be a screen with the chapter number on it#''nah i'm good'' [CHAPTER 12] ''that was your cue to leave''#WAS IT EVER CANON THAT DEZ FOUND THE MONIKA RITUAL ON WIKIHOW OR WAS THAT JUST SOMETHING MY MIND MADE UP#there's a reference to it here and i swear i wholeheartedly believed it was canon for months#''never trust a wikihow ritual'' god that might be my favorite singular sentence ive written here#''what do you mean? nothing happened. it was just a normal day. nothing witchy happened i have nothing to do with witchcraft#it was just a stalker yes a stalker that i chased away with a hose not a witch that i scared away with witchcraft witches dont exist''#NOOO THATS ALL THE TAGS IT CAN HANDLE i'll have to reblog and add more
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THREE WEEKS & THREE DAYS - P.SH
pairing. best friend's ex!sunghoon x reader
genre. best friend's ex au, halloween au, smut, angst (if you squint).
word count. 12.2k+
warnings. alcohol consumption, drug usage, partying, driving under the influence, toxic relationships, themes of divorce, brief mention of physical abuse, smut [car sex, use of handcuffs, oral, praise kink/dirty talk, creampie]
summary. a stressful night at a Halloween party has you seeking comfort from the last person you should be involved with â your best friend's ex.
a/n. HIGHLY HIGHLY inspired by season 2 episode 1 of euphoria! this is a work of pure fiction and is NOT a reflection of how i view the members. despite writing this story, i DO NOT condone the dangerous choices the characters in this fic make and DO NOT encourage others to do so! read at your own discretion. also, very special thanks to @zreamy for beta-reading this for me!!
When you were six, you spent Halloween night lying on a hospital bed dressed as Hannah Montana.
Everything happened so fast; one moment, you were trick-or-treating with your father and younger sister while scarfing down a Snickers bar for the first time (a king-sized one at that), and the next, your dad was rushing you to the hospital in a panic, tears in his eyes as he encouraged you to stay awake in the backseat.
By the time youâd arrived at the hospital, your body had gone completely limp, and your father struggled to carry both you and your younger sister into the hospital lobby. From what you can remember, it was like a scene from a movie: seeing your dad cry for the first time, being wheeled into an unfamiliar bright room on a mobile bed, all while dressed as your favorite popstar.
The scariest part of the night was shortly after arriving at the hospital and catching a glimpse of your reflection, not recognizing the person staring back at you. The blonde wig and blue eye contacts were to be expected, but the swollen face and half-lidded eyes were another. Had you been able to breathe (let alone talk), you likely wouldâve given your sister a classic Halloween jumpscare.
Your mother had arrived only a few minutes after you did, yelling at your father loud enough to have the hospital staff threaten to kick her out. âYou forgot she was allergic to peanuts?! Where was her fucking EpiPen?!â
Your dad sighed, running a hand across his face, âI forgot to pick it up. Iâve been busy withâŚyou know.â
She scoffs, âYou donât think Iâve been busy too?! Especially now that we have to meet with the divorce lawyer once a week?!â
Your ears perk up at that, âDivorce?â
You hadnât known much about the true meaning of divorce, except that itâs something your friendâs parents had gone through, and now he gets two of everything. Two birthdays, two Christmases, two lives. So simple yet so perfect, what child wouldnât dream of that?
Your parents, who hadnât even known you were awake, silence themselves immediately. Tears quickly form in your motherâs eyes as she realizes theyâd been caught, trying their best to keep the news of their divorce as quiet as possible, waiting for the right moment to explain to you and your sister, Yuna, the real meaning of it, and how different your lives would be.
It dawns on them that thereâs no point trying to keep this secret any longer. You were a smart kid, it was probably only a matter of time before you found out on your own, anyway.Â
All in one night, you managed to survive a near-death experience, only to be followed by the news of your parentsâ divorce. And somehow, at twenty-three years old, watching Lee Heeseung flirt with random girls at a Halloween party is much worse than everything you experienced that cursed night in 2007.
âCan you at least pretend that youâre having a good time?!â You can barely hear Minjeong over how loud the music is, her words fading in and out as you take a sip from your cup.
âI am having a good time, isnât it obvious?â you reply, showing Minjeong your best fake smile.
Grinning, Minjeong shakes her head at you. âNot at all. Here, need a refill?â
Without waiting for your response, Minjeong hops off the kitchen counter and snatches the red solo cup in your hand. You donât bother protesting, sighing as you rest your weight against the marble countertop, while she adds a mix of different ingredients to your cup.
When sheâs not looking, you tilt your head in the direction of the living room, hoping to get a glance at Heeseung through the sea of drunken college students.
The only word that can be used to describe your relationship with Heeseung is âunfortunateâ. You were together for six months, and spent most of the time fighting, making up, and having sex. It was a relentless, tiresome cycle you allowed yourself to succumb to just for the sake of not having to be alone.
Most of the arguments would start with you questioning Heeseungâs loyalty, growing suspicious upon seeing his username pop up in the likes section of random girls on social media. In hindsight, it seems like a silly thing to get upset over. The entire purpose of social media was to connect and interact with others anyway, but, why was it always girls? And why would these girls suddenly start watching your stories?
Breaking up with him was harder than you couldâve imagined, and youâre sure you wouldnât have been able to do it without Minjeong by your side, encouraging you through the entire process.Â
The aftermath was embarrassingly excruciating. For two weeks, you locked yourself in your bedroom and fell into a cycle of sleeping and crying, occasionally taking breaks to eat or use the restroom. At one point, your phone spent a full forty-eight hours without being turned on at all, causing your loved ones to panic upon not being able to get ahold of you.
Slowly but surely you managed to build yourself back up, finally starting to feel like your old self when Heeseung suggested the two of you get back together.
You were hesitant, of course, telling Heeseung you were willing to work things out if he can prove to you heâs changed and ready to be the loyal, doting boyfriend he shouldâve been from the start.
So no, youâre not together. But youâre also not not together. Itâs confusing.
A football player is blocking your view of Heeseung (dressed as a cowboy), you have to stand on your tip-toes to catch a glimpse of him talking to â wait, who is that?
âPatrick would not stand for this.â Minjeong interrupts your thoughts, poking fun at your costume choice of a female Patrick Bateman.
You shrug, pretending to act clueless. âI wasnât doing anything.â
Minjeong rolls her eyes, shoving your cup back into your hand âSure, you werenât. Come on, cheers with me.â
âTo what?â you ask, suspiciously eyeing the drink sheâs just handed you. Minjeong isnât that great of a cook, so you can imagine sheâs not the best bartender either. In fact, itâd be best if she stayed far away from any sort of kitchen appliance.
She thinks for a moment then excitedly extends her cup out to you. âTo getting over our shitty ex-boyfriends!â
Minjeongâs ex was Park Sunghoon, they dated on and off for a year and a half before calling it quits over the summer. You donât remember the exact reason why they broke up, there were many different factors. It didnât matter, they were bad for each other anyway and the relationship was entirely too toxic for either of their wellbeing.Â
You donât know much about Sunghoon aside from the things Minjeong felt comfortable enough to share with you and the fact that he is on the universityâs hockey team with Heeseung. Youâve probably had a handful of conversations and interactions with Sunghoon in the entire time of knowing him, and are more than happy with things staying that way.
Holding your cup up high, you match Minjeongâs smile and tap your cup against hers. âTo getting over our ex-boyfriends!â
The drink is disgusting. You quickly turn away so you donât hurt your best friendâs feelings by gagging at the taste. She manages to down her entire cup while you make quick work of pouring a majority of yours down the sink behind you.
Minjeong stares down at her empty cup with wide eyes, licking the remains off her plump lips. âHoly shit, that was so good. Do you want more? Iâm gonna make myself another cup.â
âIâm good for now, thanks,â you say, snatching your cup away when she reaches for it. Minjeong raises a brow at you, and you follow up with, âI should wait before having another drink.â
She nods understandingly, and you give yourself a mental pat on the back for coming up with that so quickly.
While sheâs occupied with making another drink, your eyes trail back over towards Heeseung. The football player from earlier is gone, and now that your view is no longer obstructed, you watch in confusion as Heeseung now has this mystery girl by the waist, leaning his head down close to her lips as she whispers something in his ear.
This really is worse than Halloween 2007.
âHey.â You tap Minjeongâs shoulder. âIâll be right back, okay?â
She follows your line of sight, scowling when it lands on Heeseung. âYN, donât make a big deal out of this. You guys technically arenât even together.â
âRelax, Iâm just going to say hi.â You assure her, moving to head towards Heeseung when Minjeong stops you with a hand on your chest. âThink about this, please.â
You sigh, using your free hand to clutch hers and slowly bring it down from your chest. âIâll be fine. Be back soon so we can dance, okay?â
Minjeong knows she wonât be able to stop you once your mind is made up, all she can do is sigh and wish you the best as you make a beeline for your ex. Maybe not the greatest idea on your part, but youâre too tipsy to think rationally.
Heeseung doesnât notice you when you first approach, it takes the mystery girl awkwardly gesturing in your direction for him to finally look over at you, immediately dropping his hand from the girlâs waist. âYN!â He shouts, a little too excitedly, nervously scratching the back of his neck.
A few minutes later, you find yourself in an unfamiliar bedroom with Heeseung on step one of your toxic cycle â arguing.
âYouâre overreacting,â Heeseung claims. âWe were just talking.â
âAbout what, Heeseung? Why did you have to hold her by the fucking waist to talk to her?â
âBecause! She was drunk! I was holding her up so she wouldnât fall and hurt herself!â
âWho gives a shit if she falls? Sheâs not your fucking girlfriend.â
âYeah, well, neither are you.âÂ
His words shouldnât hurt as much as they do because heâs right; despite trying to work on things, you arenât his girlfriend. You were the one who said you werenât ready to get back together, not him. You shouldnât be upset with him for talking to other girls.
And yet, here you are with tears in your eyes.Â
You nod silently, avoiding his gaze as a lump forms in your throat.Â
Heeseung must realize how much his words have affected you if the way he curses at himself, and shamefully runs a hand across his face is anything to go by. âListen, Iâm sor-â
âDonât bother.â You stand from the bed, holding back a sob.âEverything about this was a mistake. Youâll never change.â
Heeseung reaches a hand out to grab your arm as you push past him. âYN, I didnât mean it.â
âYeah, Heeseung, you did mean it,â you say, pulling the bedroom door open.
There is no point in trying to reason with Heeseung. You know in a matter of time heâll apologize, youâll accept it like you always do, have make-up sex, then lecture him about how important it is that he changes before you can consider getting back together. Another endless cycle youâve fallen into.
Stepping back into the party, you head in the opposite direction of where Minjeong would be, not wanting to run into her in your current state and bump right into someone dressed as Spiderman, causing the little remains of your drink to spill over and knock to the ground. Youâre grateful that a crucial part of Patrick Batemanâs costume involved a plastic raincoat, or else your outfit would have suffered a dark blue stain.
âOh my God, YN! Iâm so sorry!â Spider-Man apologizes with a thick Australian accent.
âJake?â You question, gesturing for him to take the mask off.
He follows your command, face bright red from embarrassment or alcohol. Probably both.
âYeah, haha, hey. Really sorry about that, I can get you a new drink.â Jake turns in the direction of the kitchen before you stop him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
âItâs fine, Jake. Do you know where the bathroom is?â
Jake thinks for a moment, scratching at the small amount of stubble thatâs graced his chin. He really does make a perfect Spider-Man, and if you werenât so upset, you probably wouldâve stayed and told him that.
âUpstairs, all the way down the hall. Wait! Itâs occupied, people are doing coke in there, I think.â
Great.
You sigh. âDo you know if thereâs another one I can use?â
âIâm pretty sure thereâs one.â Jake turns, pointing to a door at the end of the hallway. âRight there. I saw a few people come in and out.â
Thanking Jake, you follow his direction and head to the door at the end of the hallway.
Itâs a garage, not a bathroom. But, as long as you get a moment alone, you donât really care where you are.
After shutting the door behind you, you sit on top of a washing machine and flinch at the cold metal sending chills down your thighs.
You shouldnât have come out tonight, you donât even care about Halloween to begin with. Itâs an overrated holiday, you wish you wouldâve convinced Minjeong to stay in with you and have a classic horror movie marathon while eating takeout and pausing to hand out (peanut-free) candy to trick-or-treaters.
Though, youâre sure you still wouldâve spent the better half of the night obsessively tapping through Heeseungâs Instagram stories or trying to spot him in the background of someone elseâs. It was a lose-lose situation no matter what, and you find yourself wondering if thereâs an end to this unhealthy cycle.
Despite being so young when it happened, youâre sure your parentsâ divorce obstructed your view of love and how a healthy adult relationship should work. Your father went on to have short-lived relationships with younger women who were using him for his money, while your mother remained single and chose to criticize her ex-husbandâs current lifestyle choices. They couldnât even co-parent in peace, always making petty comments to the other during drop-offs and pick-ups, finding any and every little thing to start arguing about.
One time in particular, after spending the weekend at your fatherâs house, your mother slapped him in a Dairy Queen parking lot upon realizing his new girlfriend had taken you and your sister to get your ears pierced. You didnât actually see the slap happen, but it was loud enough to echo through the empty parking lot and hard enough to leave a red mark on his face.
The memory has tears forming in your eyes for the umpteenth time tonight, but before any of them have the chance to trickle down, the garage door swings open.
You turn, and Park Sunghoon (dressed as a police officer) is staring back at you with a confused look on his face. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before pointing in the direction of the party. âUh, Jake said this was the bathroom.â
Shaking your head, you offer him a small smile. âNo, the bathroomâs upstairs but itâs being used. If you really have to go, Iâm pretty sure that door leads to the backyard.â You nod your head in the direction of the other door, and Sunghoon picks up on what youâre implying.
He thanks you before jogging over to the exit, setting his cup down on a metal dog crate before turning the knob and pushing open the door.
Sunghoon stands far enough out of frame that you only see a portion of his backside, and once the sound of him pissing on the grass hits your ears, you wonder why he didnât bother to close the door in the first place.
Men.
He clears his throat awkwardly, âSo, you sââ
You cut him off. âLetâs just wait until youâre done, please.â
Sunghoon nods, mumbling, âRight, right.â
He finishes up a few seconds later, zipping his pants back up and properly adjusting himself before returning to the garage, closing the door behind him and picking his drink back up in the process. âSo, Iâm guessing youâreâŚupset because of Heeseung?â
You let out a sad chuckle that sounds more like a sob. âLucky guess. Heâs just so fucking confusing, I canât take it.â
âYouâll be alright,â Sunghoon responds, slipping his phone from his pants pocket and unlocking it. âHeeseungâs a douchebag.â
This catches you off guard, and youâre laughing before you even realize it. âIsnât he your friend?â
Sunghoon shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at his phone as he scrolls. âNot really. We donât talk much if it isnât related to hockey or school.â
A beat of silence passes, then you ask, âWhen Heeseung and I were together, did he mention anything about cheating on me? Or talking to other girls?â
Sunghoon glances up at you for a split second, taking in how sad and hopeful you look before returning his gaze to the weather app heâd been using to distract himself.
He wasnât sure if Heeseung went as far as physically cheating on you, but he was definitely talking to other girls behind your back; proudly showing the hockey team countless nudes and vulgar photos they would send him, some of them coming from your own friends.Â
Sunghoon canât tell you this, youâre upset enough as it is.
âI wouldnât know, I always tuned him out whenever he talked.â
Though heâs not sure what answer you were hoping for, Sunghoon can tell youâre a little disappointed by his response. Truthfully, he didnât feel like getting involved in anyone elseâs drama. If you wanted clarity from Heeseung, you shouldâve gone straight to the source.
âSorry,â you apologize, feeling slightly embarrassed that you probably made things awkward, âhave you seen Minjeong?â
Your attempt to change the subject seems to work, because Sunghoon scoffs loudly at your question and shoves his phone back in his pocket. âHave I seen the girl that just spent ten minutes yelling at me? Yeah, we may have crossed paths.â He says sarcastically, shaking his head before taking a sip of his drink.
âYell at you? For what?â
âShe fuckinââŚI guess before we broke up she said I should dress up as a cop for Halloween and I mustâve said no, and now sheâs saying I only dressed up like this,â he gestures towards himself, âto spite her. Fuckinâ insanity.â
âWell, did you?â You canât help but ask, Minjeong would always go on for hours about how spiteful of a person Sunghoon was.
He shrugs, mindlessly tracing the rim of the red solo cup with his pointer finger, âMaybe, but this is all that was left in my size at the party store.â
Youâre surprised Sunghoon makes you laugh as much as he does, and maybe thatâs a bad thing since itâs making you enjoy talking to him. Though he technically isnât your enemy, heâs definitely not a person you should enjoy having a conversation with. Itâs not appropriate, heâs the ex boyfriend of your best friend; all your ties to him were cut the moment Minjeong broke up with him.
You should tell him to leave, that youâre really upset over Heeseung and prefer to be alone, but you donât. Instead, you keep the conversation going, laughing every joke he makes and completely forgetting why you were upset to begin with.
Halfway through telling Sunghoon about the horrid drink Minjeong had prepared for you, your legs grow numb from having been sat on for so long. You untuck them from underneath your body, not thinking much of it as you continue on with the story, legs dangling against the cold washing machine.
Sunghoon takes notice, though, his eyes quickly darting down to the space between your legs and the white fabric thatâs suddenly visible to him due to the short length of your skirt. You miss it the first time he does it, but the second and third time are hard to ignore, especially now that he doesnât seem to mind being caught.
You really should cross your legs or call him out on his staring. Or maybe even get up and leave entirely.
To no oneâs surprise you donât do either of those things and opt to keep your panties visible enough for Sunghoon to see while you continue to talk his ear off about his ex-girlfriend. Thereâs something unspoken happening between the two of you, and itâs exciting yet confusing since this is the longest conversation youâve had with him in the two years youâve known each other.Â
The strangest part of it all is that youâre just now realizing how attractive Sunghoon is, Sure, heâd always been a good looking guy, but youâd always seen him as Minjeongâs property and never paid much attention to his face out of respect for her.
But Minjeong no longer has a claim on him, and now you really notice the perfectly placed moles that graced the side of his nose and under his eye. He really was a sight to behold, you often find yourself stumbling over your words as you speak to him, becoming flustered over the intensity of the eye contact heâd been making with you.
ââŚmy throat is still burning and itâs been, like, twenty minutes.â You say with a laugh, watching as Sunghoon finishes off his own drink.
He sets the empty cup down, licking the remaining alcohol on his lips before smacking them, âYeah, I wouldnât trust her in a kitchen. Iâm not that good either, though. There was this one time I had to make brownies for our hockey teamâs bake sale and they turned out awful. Itâs like, half of them were watery and the other half were burnt. So weird.â
âThat doesnât even sound possible.â
âIâm serious! Hold on, I probably have a picture.âÂ
It takes Sunghoon approximately forty-five seconds of scrolling through his Snapchat memories to find a photo of those godforsaken brownies, and sure enough, they really are a watery, burnt mess. Not that you can even focus on the picture to begin with now that heâs sitting next to you on the washing machine, and youâre finally able to see him up close.
Sunghoonâs words go in one ear and out the other, because now youâre close enough to smell the cologne heâs dabbed on the back of his neck, and notice the metal handcuffs hooked in his belt loop, and it makes it hard to focus on anything else. Especially his uninteresting story about those stupid fucking brownies.
When Sunghoon locks his phone, you take it as a sign that heâs finished with his story and let out another laugh, âNot sure what I was expecting, but it wasnât that.â
âIâm a man of many talents,â he jokes, slightly slurring his words.Â
Maybe itâs the fact that his voice sounds deeper than usual, or that heâs staring right at you with half lidded eyes, or that he's started playing with the handcuffs on his waist, but Sunghoon looks dangerously attractive right now.Â
You gulp, looking down at your lap, âWell, at least one of us had a nice drink.â
Sunghoon nods, running his fingernails along your plastic raincoat, âWanna taste mine?â He asks, eyes darting down to your lips for a split second.
If there was ever a time to get up and leave, it shouldâve been now. The rational part of your brain is telling you to push Sunghoon away and return to the party and forget this encounter with him ever happened. But you canât move, and if youâre being honest, you donât even want to.
Youâre stuck in place, heart beating out of your chest as Sunghoon leans in closer to you. You feel dizzy in the best way possible, and a part of you feels sick for enjoying the moment as much as you do.Â
His breath fans your cheek, and the faint scent of alcohol on it shouldâve been enough to remind you that you shouldnât be in this situation with him. Still, you donât move.
Right before Sunghoon has the chance to kiss you, the door swings open and you jolt away from each other out of shock, clutching your chest as you watch Jake jog into the garage.
âYou guys seen my vape?â he asks, a little out of breath.
âIâŚno, Jake. Why would it be in the garage?â Sunghoon asks, hopping down from the washing machine. He offers a hand to help you down and you ignore it, finally starting to come back to your senses.
âDude, I donât fucking know! It was just in my pocket and now itâs gone, it could be anywhere. Help me look!â
Spending your night in a garage helping Jake look for a strawberry-flavored vape doesnât sound ideal in the slightest; now is the perfect time to leave.
Heading in the direction of the party, you pause when Sunghoon calls out your name, a slight shakiness to his voice. âKeep an eye out for me, yeah?â
Another beat of silence passes, then you nod and say, âYeah.â
In your defense, thereâs nothing to feel guilty over. All you did was have a conversation with Sunghoon, and keeping an eye out for him doesnât necessarily mean anything else will happen, right?
You try not to think too much about it as you exit the garage, holding in a laugh when Sunghoon says something along the lines of, âYouâre a grown ass man, Jake.â
What Minjeong lacks in cooking, she makes up for in dancing.
While you wouldnât consider yourself to be on her level of dancing, youâd say youâre good enough to keep up with her at a crowded party. If swaying to the music, holding hands, and grinding on each other counts as dancing, that is.
âYouâre too stiff; loosen up, babe,â she comments, fingers interlocked with yours.
âSorry,â you reply, slightly frustrated since you donât feel like dancing in the first place. âWhat were you saying?â
âOh, yeah!â Minjeong turns to face you, moving your arms to drape them around her shoulders. âThen he said I was being crazy, and that he only got the costume because it was all that was left in his size, as if I believe that.â
âSorry that happened,â you say, and it comes out more sarcastic than you had intended it to.Â
Minjeong takes notice of this, raising a brow at you before slipping her arms under your raincoat and pulling you closer to her. âYou okay?â
The two of you are pressed so close up against each other that it almost feels romantic, and youâre sure if there was another drink in your system youâd probably lean in and kiss her.Â
You nod. âJust thinking about Heeseung.â
Fake offended, Minjeongâs jaw drops. âYouâre dancing with the hottest girl at this party, and all you can think about is your ex? Iâm hurt, YN.â
Truth be told, her ex was the one you were thinking about, certainly not your own.
Not a whole lot of time has passed since you left Sunghoon in the garage, but you make sure to keep your promise of keeping an eye out for him upon returning to the party. Youâre certain that on the outside you probably look panicked and frantic, eyes darting all over the place for any sign of Sunghoon.
âWell,â Minjeong starts, tugging on your tie. âSince youâre thinking about your ex, itâs only fair that I think of mine; and there he is.â
You stop yourself from excitedly shouting, âWhere?!â and watch as Minjeong subtly nods towards the staircase.
Sure enough, Sunghoon is leaning against the banister, eyes zeroing in on you with his hands shoved in his pockets.
âHeâs been watching me for, like, ten minutes. Probably wants to see if you and I will make out, fucking pervert,â she says, rolling her eyes.
Minjeong has it wrong, Sunghoon has been watching you for the past ten minutes. Ever since he finished helping Jake find that stupid vape, heâs had his sights set on you and you only.
That other part was probably true, though.
You swallow the lump in your throat and say, âSuch a pervert.â It comes out a tad more robotic than you were going for, but you tried your best.Â
Once Sunghoon is sure that Minjeong is distracted, he mouths, âBathroom,â before immediately turning around and jogging up the steps.
Fuck, are you really about to do this?Â
Your eyes dart from Minjeong to the staircase, and you canât believe youâre even considering going upstairs to meet her ex. Everything about this predicament is sick and twisted and perfectly on brand for Halloween.Â
But, somehow, itâs not sick enough to stop you.
âHey, I think Iâm gonna get some air; Iâm feeling kinda dizzy,â you lie, hoping itâs believable enough.
Minjeong stops dancing immediately, a look of genuine concern on her face. âHere, Iâll come with you.â
âNo, no. You keep having fun, Iâll be back soon. Make another drink for me, okay? Iâm sure Iâll need it,â you assure her with a smile, taking her hands into yours.
âFine, Iâll be here. But the only drink Iâm making for you is a Ginger Ale.â
Thank God.
After giving Minjeong a kiss on the cheek (feeling guilty as ever), you slip past her and head towards the direction of the backyard. Once Minjeong is fully out of sight, you switch paths and sprint up the staircase, bumping into and angering a few people along the way.Â
You keep your head down once you reach the second floor, speed walking to the end of the hallway and avoiding eye contact with everyone you walk by until you reach the bathroom.
The door is closed and locked, of course, and thatâs when it dawns on you that this could be one big, elaborate prank from Sunghoon. You could open the door and be met with a camera in your face with Sunghoon recording, laughing maniacally before mentioning something about telling Minjeong everything and that he stayed loyal to her the entire time.
Unfortunately for you, even that possibility doesnât scare you away from knocking on the door and saying, âItâs me, YN.â
The knob twists before the door is pushed open, barely enough room to slide in discreetly, but you manage anyway.
Using your body weight to press the door shut, Sunghoon reaches behind you to make sure itâs locked. âYou really came.â
You hate that he sounds shocked, as if he had some faith that you wouldnât risk your friendship with Minjeong for a few minutes with him, of all people. Heâs not even your type.
âDonât make a big deal out of this.â
Sunghoon scoffs as if youâve said the most obvious thing in the world. âTrust me, I wonât.â
You donât have time to overthink the meaning of his words because before you can even realize it, Sunghoon is pushing you further up against the door, and heâs kissing you, finally kissing you.
This kiss is everything but soft, and it knocks the wind out of you. Sunghoonâs hand cups your jaw, tilting your head sideways to allow himself further into your mouth. Itâs wet and sloppy, youâre certain that dancing with Minjeong was far more romantic than this. You kiss back anyway, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and grabbing a fistful of his hair, shivers running down your spine when he groans into your mouth. Without breaking the kiss, Sunghoon reaches down to slip the raincoat off of you, pressing your body closer against him to ease it off.Â
He pulls away slowly, his blown-out eyes focused on the string of saliva that connects your mouths to one another. âFuck,â he groans at the sight, moving his mouth to kiss along your jaw.
You let out a moan when you feel his tongue slide against a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, tilting your head back against the door. Sunghoon takes notice of this, focusing his attention on that same spot, sucking on it hard enough to leave a mark before teasingly scraping his canines along the area.
Quickly, your fingers move to unbutton your shirt, suddenly feeling warm all over. Youâre only halfway done when thereâs a sudden banging on the other side of the door, startling you enough to halt your movements.
âIgnore it,â Sunghoon mutters against your neck. âTheyâll go away.â
They donât go away, they actually start to bang louder and harder once a few seconds pass.
Sunghoon lets out a frustrated sigh, lifting his head away from you, âOccupied!â
âSunghoon?â You hear Minjeongâs voice on the other side of the door, causing you and Sunghoon both to freeze.
âM-Minjeong?â He stutters.
âI have to piss,â Minjeong whines, messing with the doorknob. âHurry up!â
Sunghoon must sense your panic and the fact that you feel like bursting into loud sobs, because he places his hand over your mouth before mouthing for you to stay quiet.
Minjeong doesnât let up on trying to open the door, and youâre sure that with just enough force, she could probably get it open.
âIâm using it! Canât you just go outside?â
âIâm a fucking girl, Sunghoon. Just hurry up and finish.â
âJustâŚjust hold on a second, Minnie.â
Minnie? Fuck is that about?
Sunghoon pulls you away from the door, keeping his voice and movements as low as possible. âYouâre gonna have to hide in the bathtub, just lay down flat and wait for her to leave.â
âWhat?! What if she sees me?!â You whisper, silently praying Minjeong canât hear you over the music.
âShe wonât, okay? Iâll pull the shower curtain back. Itâs the only option we have right now unless you want to jump out the window.â
You shake your head. âThere has to be a better idea.â
On the other side of the door, Minjeong begins to grow impatient, anxiously tapping her foot against the floor. Sheâs had three full drinks and is on the verge of busting the bathroom door down if Sunghoon doesnât open it soon. She focuses her gaze downward, raising a brow at a piece of plastic thatâs been slightly pushed under the crack of the door. What is it? A shower curtain? It canât be, why would the shower curtain be on the floor? It looks more likeâŚ
âFuck! The cops!â A drunk voice yells before the entire house panics, sirens and flashing blue and red lights fill the house.
Inside the bathroom, Sunghoon had still been trying to convince you to lay down in the bathtub when even more panic sets in.
Minjeong bangs on the door one last time. âSunghoon, the cops are here, you need to leave! Fuck, I gotta find YN!â She yells before taking off down the hall.
Police officers are raiding the house, and all Minjeong can focus on is finding you and making sure you're okay, while you were seconds away from hooking up with her ex. What a fucking nightmare.
âWe gotta jump out the window,â Sunghoon says, hurrying over to the other side of the bathroom and forcing the window open.
âWhat?! Why?!â
âPeople are doing fucking illegal drugs at this party, YN, and now the fucking cops are here. My dad works for the city and if-â He pauses to grunt, struggling to get the window all the way open. â-news spreads that his son was at a house party that was full of people doing fucking cocaine his career will be fucking over. Fuck!â
This doesnât explain why you have to jump out of the window with him, but you narrow it down to the possibility of Sunghoon just wanting to be around you for a little longer. And as pathetic as it sounds, you find yourself smiling at the possibility.
Sunghoon finally gets the window fully open, quickly hiking one leg over. âItâs not that far of a jump, weâll be fine. Iâll go first then let you know when to jump.â
âYouâll catch me?â you ask, buttoning your shirt back up. Now that the raincoat is gone, you probably resemble a perverted schoolgirl costume.
Sunghoon sighs. âYes, YN, I am going to catch you. Just be ready to run, my carâs down the street.â
He doesnât give you any time to protest before hiking his other leg out the window and jumping down; you watch in horror as he lands face down. If it werenât for your current predicament, youâre sure you wouldâve gotten the ick.
It takes Sunghoon a few seconds to get back up, brushing himself off before standing, âCome on! Hurry!â
Despite your hesitancy, you follow Sunghoonâs action and hike a leg out of the window, staring down at him. âAre you sure about this?!â
âIf you want me to catch you, you better jump now!â
Halloween fucking sucks.
You swear to yourself as you hike your other leg out of the window, saying a quick prayer as you brace yourself to jump.
Sunghoon doesnât exactly catch you, but he does brace your fall, which is good enough for you.Â
He groans in pain from the impact as you stand and dust yourself off, reaching a hand down to help him up. âSorry!â
Sunghoon stands, feeling a tad bit dizzy and lightheaded. âJust follow me.â
It isnât too late to turn around and find Minjeong and just leave with her. In fact, itâd be the morally correct thing to do in this situation. Not that you seem to care for morals.
You make a mental note to send Minjeong a text later as you run after Sunghoon.
Sunghoon is not that great of a driver, but this doesn't surprise you.
He's still somewhat tipsy, occasionally swerving along the empty back roads.
What makes it worse is that Minjeong has been calling and texting you nonstop, your phone practically burning a hole in your pocket as you ignore her relentless attempts.
Sunghoon is trying his hardest to stay focused on the road, but your phone ringing every few minutes was really starting to irritate him. "Just fucking answer her," he says, shaking his head.
"And say what? That I'm with you?"
Sunghoon isn't too pleased with your sarcasm and rolls his eyes, "Obviously not, YN; just do something to make her stop panicking."
That's way easier said than done, especially considering that you can barely even think about Minjeong without wanting to burst into tears. The guilt has already started to set in, and it has you questioning yourself and your morals.
You can't talk to Minjeong; it's too risky, but you can call your sister and ask her to cover for you.
Slipping your phone from your pocket, you force your eyes to unfocus and ignore the string of missed calls and messages from Minjeong, dialing your sister's phone number with trembling hands.
As always, Yuna answers on the fourth ring, sighing loudly into the phone before greeting you with a monotonous, "Hello?"
"Hey, um, I need you to help me with something," you keep your voice low, not wanting Sunghoon to hear your conversation despite being right next to him.
Yuna sighs again, "With what, YN?"
"The party I was at got raided by the cops, and we all ran, so if Minjeong calls you, I need you to tell her I'm with you," you say, your eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets when Sunghoon makes a sudden sharp turn.
"Sorry," he mutters under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
You hate that even now, you find him cute.
"Well, where are you?" Yuna asks, snapping you back to reality.
"I⌠it's not important, just please do me this favor."
Your sister scoffs, "You expect me to lie for you, and you can't even tell me the full story?"
"The full story isn't important, Yuna."
"Clearly, it is if you're asking me to lie to your best friend."
"Just tell her," Sunghoon groans, sounding slightly annoyed, "but make sure she doesn't tell anyone else."
Yuna doesn't have many friends, and the few she does have wouldn't even care about your drama, so it's not like she'd have anyone to share your business with. You hesitate anyway because of the principle of the situation, how just ten minutes ago you were unbuttoning your shirt for your best friend's ex. Maybe you're starting to come back to your senses because replaying the scene in your head has you cringing from embarrassment.
You lean your head against the window and squeeze your eyes shut, "I'm with Sunghoon."
The line goes silent for a few seconds, and you're worried you may have lost service from driving in such a rural area until Yuna sighs for a third time, "The pretty ones are never that bright."
"I swear it isn't like that," you plead, "just, please, help me out."
"And what will I get out of this?"
Of course, she wants something, classic younger sibling bullshit.
"Well, what do you want?"
"I don't knowâŚa normal older sister?"
"Yuna, I don't have time for this, will you help me or not?"
Bickering with Yuna was starting to give you a headache; you were seconds away from hanging up and coming up with a new plan entirely.
"After tonight, don't involve me in this anymore; I have my own shit to deal with."
You hold back a laugh at that as if Yuna does anything other than stay home and talk to the same two people. "I won't, I swear. I'll text you when I'm close to being home; let me know if Minjeong reaches out to you."
"Whatever, just get home safe and don't do anything else stupid," Yuna says through a yawn before immediately hanging up, not giving you the chance to say goodbye.
As much as you loved your sister, the two of you weren't exactly close. The divide started sometime during high school; your interests and friend groups never really aligned and only led you to stray further away from each other.
You being fairly well-known within your high school didn't help much, either. Countless random students would approach Yuna on the daily, asking if you were seeing anyone, begging her for your number, or even giving her small gifts and treats to pass along to you.Â
What annoyed her the most was that they never called her by her name, in their eyes, she was always known as "YN's sister", and nothing more than that.
You're sure Yuna doesn't hate you because of it, but it certainly didn't make her very fond of you.
"What'd she say?" Sunghoon asks, interrupting your thoughts.
"She agreed to cover for me tonight," you respond, gazing out the window, "pretty sure she's pissed, though."
"She'll get over it," Sunghoon taps the navigation system on his dashboard, "type in your address."
Despite making you jump out of a bathroom window, Sunghoon technically doesn't owe you anything. He never claimed he'd bring you back to his place to finish what you started; you quite literally only jumped because he told you to, under the pretense that maybe â just maybe â he'd want to hook up with you.Â
Clearly, that wasn't happening, at least not tonight. Having to jump out the window and then proceed to drive while tipsy must've knocked some sense into him, making him realize he'd been making way too many questionable choices all in one night.Â
You let out a disappointed sigh, hesitantly reaching out to type your home address into the car's GPS. The system buffers for a few seconds as it calculates the quickest route to your home before displaying an estimated travel time of thirty-eight minutes.
"Forty fucking minutes?!" Sunghoon shouts, causing you to jump.Â
He sighs, cursing under his breath before reaching forward and ending the navigation route. You sit up further in the seat, ready to ask Sunghoon what he's plotting before he starts typing "7/11".
You raise a brow at this, "Why're we going there?"
Sunghoon gestures towards the navigation system as if the answer is obvious, "Your house is forty minutes away, and I'm still kinda tipsy; I'm gonna need to pull over and get something other than alcohol in my system if I'm gonna be driving for that long." There's a slight slur to his words that had you weary about him driving, so pulling over to recharge isn't a bad idea.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Sunghoon managed to safely drive the two of you to the nearest 7/11, opting to pay seventeen dollars to park in a parking garage down the street instead of the shop's personal lot.
"This neighborhood isn't that safe; I don't want anyone breaking into my car," he claims, taking up two spots as he parks in the most secluded corner possible.
The neighborhood is fairly safe; he was just being dramatic.
The walk down the street is quick and slightly awkward, with you and Sunghoon stumbling every few steps yet refusing to hold onto the other for stability.
The two of you go your separate ways upon entering the shop, Sunghoon headed straight towards the snack aisle while you make your way to the slurpee machines. The difference in your priorities was humorous, with him wanting to focus on building up energy and you wanting nothing more than a quick sugar fix.
Blue raspberry isn't necessarily your go-to flavor, but it's the only flavor on the Slurpee machine that's currently working, so you fill your plastic cup to the brim before absentmindedly reaching for a straw.
Sunghoon is still prancing around the store by the time you've finished making your drink, and despite not being that hungry, you decide to kill time by strolling through the snack aisles.
The Snickers bars and Reese's Cups look tempting as always, but you refrain, sighing as you look over the selection of peanut-contaminated candy.
"Don't even bother," Sunghoon says from behind you, causing you to gasp in shock.Â
He pauses for a moment, staring at the array of snacks before grabbing a pack of Skittles and walking off.
The thought of Sunghoon being aware of your peanut allergy is as comforting as it is strange. You can't imagine this is something Minjeong randomly decided to tell him, and even if that is the case, why would he bother retaining that information? It's not like the two of you are friends.
Whatever, you're probably thinking about it too much.
After deciding on a package of powdered mini donuts and Haribo gummy bears, you proceed to the checkout counter and set your items down, looking over your shoulder at Sunghoon, who was selecting the last of his items.
The man behind the counter smiles at you, typing his employee ID number into the cash register, "How's your night going?"
"Horrible," you say, making the clerk laugh even though you weren't joking.
"Sorry to hear that," he responds, scanning your items, "your total came out toâŚ$6.12. Oh, hello, officer."
Despite not having done anything wrong, you nearly panic before remembering Sunghoon's unfortunate costume choice.
He nods at the man, setting his own items down on the counter, "Add these too. You guys take Apple Pay?" He asks, unlocking his phone.
"Oh, you don't have to pay for mine," you say, a nervous tremble in your voice.
Sunghoon shrugs, "No big deal."
Except it is a big deal. Sunghoon behaving like a boyfriend gentleman by paying for your items only made you like him even more, which is the exact opposite of what you need right now.
You sigh, taking a literal and metaphorical step back as Sunghoon taps his phone on the card reader.Â
"A cop and a schoolgirl, huh? These couple's costumes are starting to make less and less sense," the employee comments, eyes darting between you and Sunghoon.Â
"We're not a couple," Sunghoon responds, a little too quickly for your liking, but whatever.
The employee apologizes, embarrassed about his implications as he bags your items and wishes the two of you a safe trip home.
On the way back to Sunghoon's car, it dawns on you that Minjeong has stopped trying to get ahold of you, which is slightly worrisome considering that she's a person who wouldn't give up that easily.Â
Sunghoon climbs into the backseat this time, mumbling something about needing to rest and stretch out before driving you home. He sets the bag down on the center console, grabbing a few of his items before propping himself up against the door.
You do the same, retrieving your own items from the bag before slumping into your seat.Â
When you finally unlock your phone, a new voice memo from Yuna is waiting for you. Hesitantly, you hold your phone against your ear and hit play.
Yuna lets out a loud sigh, "So, you and Minjeong must have some sort of, like, telepathic connection because she called me as soon as I hung up on you. Anyways, I told her our cousin was also at the party and was able to, uh, give you a ride home once the cops came. Oh, and I told her your phone died and that you'd call her, um, later or in the morning. I'm not sure if she believed it, but she calmed down.
And, by the way, I meant it when I said I don't want to be involved in whatever this is after tonight. So, for everyone's sake, if something serious is going on, do not tell me about it. Get home safe."
You're not entirely sure if you deserve a sister like Yuna, who'd go against her own morals just to cover for you, but you're grateful you have her.
you [11:54 pm] : *you liked a voice memo*
you [11:54 pm] : thanks so much
you [11:55 pm] : i promise i wont involve u anymore. if minnie calls again u can just ignore it and lmk please
yuna [11:56 pm] : oh and she told me to let you know that she's safe. tho im sure that's not your biggest concern :/
Harsh but true.
You set your phone on your lap and tear open your pack of donuts, wiping away the powdered sugar that falls onto your blouse. Much like the blue raspberry slurpee, mini powdered donuts weren't exactly your go-to snack, but your options were limited, and you weren't in the mood to roam around the store any longer.
Suddenly, Sunghoon groans from the backseat and sits up, "Phone died."
Leaning over the center console, he plugs his phone into the car charger right underneath his navigation system, resting it on the dashboard before returning to his seat.Â
The car falls silent, and as much as you want to start a conversation, you're not sure where to begin. There's so much you want to ask, but you refrain, biting down on your tongue so hard you're surprised the taste of blood doesn't fill your mouth.
Sunghoon leans forward again, this time resting his cheek on the side of your seat, "What'd you get?" he asks, staring down at your lap.
You turn your head to look at him, holding up the half-eaten pack of donuts for him to see.
"Can I have one?" he asks, already holding his hand out before you could even say yes.
You hand him one regardless, watching the powder fall from the pastry as he pops it into his mouth.
Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you find yourself narrowing your eyes at him as you ask, "Sunghoon, can I ask you something?"
He nods, gesturing towards the remaining donuts in a way that tells you he wants more. You hand him the remaining three, nodding back when he mumbles "Thanks" under his breath.
"How did you know that I'm allergic to peanuts?"
Sunghoon pauses, brows furrowing in utter confusion as he looks up at you, "What do you mean?"
"Earlier in the store, I was looking at the peanut candy, and you told me not to bother. I'm assuming you must've known I'm allergic, right?" You ask, fully turning around in your seat to face him.
"Um��yeah. I know."
"OkayâŚhow?"
"I mean, was it supposed to be a secret or something?"
"What? No, of course not. Allergies are probably the one thing that shouldn't be kept secret," you respond, "I'm just curious about how you know. I don't think I've ever told you, and I can't imagine Minjeong randomly deciding to tell you."
Sunghoon awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as he avoids looking at you. It takes the tips of his ears turning pink for you to realize that he's embarrassed, which only confuses you even further.
Sunghoon shrugs, staring down at the snack you've just given him, "Whenever all of us would hang out, and there was, like, food involved, I just noticed you'd pay so much attention to the ingredients of whatever it was you were eating. At first, I thought it was a calorie thing, but you never really asked about the calories, only the ingredients."
"But, how'd you know it was peanuts specifically?" you ask, feeling embarrassed about how curious you were over something as silly as a peanut allergy.
"Remember the hockey team bake sale? The one I made those terrible brownies for?" He asks, continuing when you nod, "You were there, and I remember how excited you were to try the cookies that Jake made, but right before you bought one, you asked him if there were peanuts in them. That's when I knew."
You can't remember the last time someone had paid this much attention to you, and it's dangerous, considering how easily impressed you are by the smallest things. Sunghoon was by no means a friend of yours; you hardly knew anything about each other and often kept your interactions rather short, so his being able to pick up on your peanut allergy just by watching you was ⌠different. Maybe even nice.
You don't even realize you've been staring at him until he stops chewing and stares back, unblinking.
You look away, retrieving your Slurpee from the cup holder and taking a long sip as Sunghoon watches.
"Can I ask you something now?" he asks.
You don't respond, side-eyeing him as you continue to sip your drink.
Sunghoon smirks, amused by your sudden silence, "Why'd you meet me in the bathroom?"
You pull the straw away from your lips, voice barely above a whisper as you respond, "To see what you wanted."
He nods, taking the cup from your hands, "You knew what I wanted," he says, pausing to take a sip of your drink, "and you still came; why?"
When you don't respond, Sunghoon lets out a loud sigh and sets your cup back down in its holder, "It's okay, YN."
"It isn't."
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I guess we'll never know, huh?"
This is a test of your morals, and Sunghoon knows this. Every decision you've made tonight has led you to this exact moment. There's still enough time to redeem yourself and make an excuse for your actions. You could easily lie and say that making out with Sunghoon was just a result of being tipsy and vulnerable. But now, with the two of you in his car, sobering up and coming back down to your senses, you won't be able to use those same excuses.
Realistically speaking, what are the chances of your ex's finding out? Heeseung probably wouldn't care, but Minjeong was an entirely different story.
In your defense, they've been officially broken up for three weeks and three days, so you wouldn't technically be hooking up with her boyfriend. Right?
Sunghoon must've sensed the gears turning in your head because, after a few seconds of staring at each other in silence, he leaned over the center console and pressed his lips against yours.
The kiss is softer this time, nothing like how it was in the bathroom as if he's trying to coax you in and convince you it's okay, that you're doing nothing wrong.
You find yourself slipping under his spell, eyes finally fluttering shut as he gently swipes his tongue across your bottom lip. The faint taste of alcohol is still on his tongue, but he does taste much sweeter now, like the blue raspberry slurpee he'd just had. A part of you wonders if he'd done that on purpose as if tasting better would make you enjoy kissing him like this.
He pulls away, scooting farther back into his seat, "C'mere, climb over."
You do as you're told, slipping off your shoes with Sunghoon guiding you right onto his lap as you climb into the backseat. You can't help but squirm on his lap, and he can still sense a slight hesitancy in your actions, the way you shiver when he touches you, how you initially pulled back when he tried to kiss you again.
"You're nervous," he comments, eye flickering across your face.
You shrug, holding onto his shoulders for support, "I can't help it."
Beneath you, Sunghoon reaches down to unclip the handcuffs from his belt loop, "You're making it hard to focus."
"The fuck am I supposed to do, then?!" You didn't mean to shout, but your patience was starting to run thin. You felt guilty enough as it is, and Sunghoon reminding you of how nervous you are certainly didn't make it any better.
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, undoing the handcuffs before grabbing your left hand. He tightens the cuff around your wrist, "Just trust me," he says simply. He sits up further in his seat, grabbing your cuffed wrist as he pulls down on the car's grab handle. He slips the empty cuff through the slot before gesturing for you to give him your free hand.
Fuck.
"SunghoonâŚ"
"Just trust me," he doesn't wait for a response, grabbing your wrist and bringing it up towards the empty cuff. It locks around your wrist with a click, causing him to smile in satisfaction.Â
You're sure that with just the right amount of force, you could easily snap the handcuffs in half, but it's the thought that counts. With your arms and hands restricted towards the ceiling, all you can do is stare down at Sunghooon and await his next movement, his very calculated movement.
He presses his cold lips against your neck, simultaneously using his hands to slowly unbutton your blouse. The mark he'd left on your neck earlier was as prominent as ever, and it pleased him to know you were okay with him marking you up like this. He swipes his tongue against the sensitive spot, hardening in his pants when you squirm on top of him.Â
His nails trace along the bare skin of your waist once he's finished unbuttoning your blouse, your bralette â that was a few sizes too small â fully on display for him. He's practically salivating at the site, his tongue sliding across his canines, completely in awe of your breasts spilling out of the flimsy, white material.
Sunghoon can't unclasp and slide off your bra, or else it'd be awkwardly hanging in the air, and trying to slip it through the handcuffs would take too much effort. Instead, he apologizes under his breath before his hands reach the front of your bra.
"Wait, Sunghoonâ!"
Without warning, he stretches the fabric until it finally rips, seemingly pleased with himself if the cocky smirk is anything to go by. "Relax," he says, "I'll buy you a new one."
You don't have time to scold him because before you can even process what's happening, Sunghoon's tongue is swirling around your nipple. You swear at the sudden contact, arching your back and pressing your chest further into his face. It's almost embarrassing how such a simple act already had your head spinning.
His hands trail downward until they reach the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing it upwards until it's bunched around your waist. He traces the tip of his finger across your clothes cunt, pleased with how wet you've already gotten without having done much.
Your hips buck up into his hands on instinct, desperate for the friction, borderline craving it.
Sunghoon releases your perked bud in his mouth, looking up at you as he asks, "You want me to stop?"
"No, please don't." You beg.
"So this is okay then, right?"
If your wrists weren't handcuffed to the grab handle, you're sure you would've reached down and choked him for all the teasing. "Yes, Sunghoon, it's okay! Just hurry up and do something!"
Sunghoon shakes his head at you, mumbling, "So impatient." as he moves to lie flat on his back.
You stare down at him, confused, when he doesn't immediately start undoing his pants but instead positions his head right between your thighs.
It's funny, Minjeong claimed Sunghoon wasn't really into giving head and only gave it to her a handful of times during the course of their relationship, claiming he preferred to save it for special occasions.
But yet, here he is, willingly pushing your thighs further apart before pressing his lips against your clothed cunt.
The action sends shivers down your spine, and the handcuffs around your wrist suddenly feel tighter. He presses his tongue flat against you, groaning at the taste of your slick that's soaked through your panties. You grind down on him instinctively, your body trembling with anticipation as you squeeze your eyes shut.
"Fuck." You whisper, tugging at the handcuffs in frustration.
The sound of the metal clinking makes Sunghoon chuckle, pressing a final kiss against your damped underwear before mumbling, "Cute."
He makes quick work of sliding your underwear off your legs, tossing them to theÂ
front seat with a grunt as you wait for him to continue. Sunghoon settles himself between your thighs again, groaning in annoyance as you hover over him. "Stop fucking hovering," he demands, attempting to pull you down directly onto his face, "it's fine."
It's too intimate; you've never even sat on Heeseung's face before, and you're sure this isn't something he's done with Minjeong.
"But, I don't wanna cru- fuck!"
Sunghoon dismisses your worries, forcing you down onto his face and instantly wrapping his lips around your clit. You barely have any time to process that this is completely new territory for you, being this intimate with a man, sitting right on his face while he drags his tongue along your cunt; gathering your wetness and dragging it up towards your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more.
You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at that, leaning your head against the cold window as your face heats up. This only encourages Sunghoon even further, and his confidence grows, feeling bold enough to tease the tip of his tongue into your hole.
You jolt up at this, biting back a moan and wishing you could reach down and grab a fistful of his hair and properly ride his face. He licks another stripe up your folds, gripping your thighs and holding your body in place when you try to squirm away.Â
"Stop trying to run from me," he groans into your pussy, the vibrations from his voice sending a shiver across your body.Â
He presses his face further into your cunt, moaning at how much wetter you've gotten since he's started. For a man who apparently wasn't one to eat a girl out, he sure did seem desperate and eager to have you come on his face. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was doing it for his own pleasure rather than yours, which only turns you on even more.
After a few more slides of his tongue, you finally feel your orgasm approaching, your thighs tensing around Sunghoon's head.
"I know you're close," he whispers, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, "go ahead, use me. I know you want to."
He's practically begging at this point, big, wet eyes staring up at you in pure adoration as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. That's your breaking point, the knot in your stomach finally untying itself as your orgasm washes over you.
You let out a moan so loud that your throat hurts shortly afterward, your wrists going limp in the handcuffs as you ride out your high.
Sunghoon doesn't let up until you're practically shaking from overstimulation, your body naturally twitching and squirming away from his greedy mouth as he cleans you up. He pulls away finally, his mouth and chin completely coated with your slick as he leaves a trail of kisses on your bare thighs.
You can't help but stare down at him in awe; he looks completely dazed as if he's running off, nothing but pure desperation and lust for you. You.
"Sunghoon," you say, trying to get his attention, "IâŚdo you keep condoms in here?"
He flutters his eyes open, shaking his head, "No, but 7/11's just down the street. I can go-"
You interrupt him with a shake of your head, "I don't wanna wait; we don't need one."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm on the pill. Just, please, fuck me already."
It's music to his ears, really.
Sunghoon slides himself back up the seat, reaching up to release you from the handcuffs. You groan at this, having gotten used to them and quite frankly enjoyed the temporary feeling of restriction.
"You liked the cuffs?" Sunghoon questions, dropping your wrists from the grab bar.
"Yeah," you admit, "I liked it more than I thought I would."
He nods at this, and you realize now that one of the cuffs is still clasped around your wrist. Sunghoon also notices this and smirks as an idea forms in his head. "Turn around."
You comply with no further questions, groaning when he suddenly pushes your body down into the seat. He brings your arms behind your back, handcuffing you once more as he lets out a sigh of pleasure. "I knew you'd like it."
Sunghoon pushes your skirt back up, straddling himself around your things after pulling his pants and boxers far enough to allow his cock to spring free. He steadies himself with a hand on your shoulder, using the other to teasingly drag his fully-hardened cock across your slick folds.
Sunghoon shivers at this, cursing at the sight as he repeats his movements. He knows he won't last much longer; he was practically seconds away from coming in his boxers just from eating you out, so he really should quit with the teasing for his own sake.
Minjeong had never allowed him to fuck her without a condom, so this type of intimacy was new and overwhelmingly good.
He finally pushes himself into you, his tip alone causing you to bite down on the leather of his seat. You already felt so full, and he wasn't even halfway inside yet.
"Ah fuck," he groans, "you're so tight, you're soâŚfuck." He can barely even form a sentence, biting down on his bottom lip as he further inches himself inside of you.
You're not doing any better, feeling as if you're already seconds away from your second orgasm when he's hardly even done anything. It takes a minute before he's fully inside of you, pausing before he leans down and asks, "Can I move?"
"Please, I need you to."
Sunghoon nods at this, pressing a kiss against your ear before sitting himself back up. He angles your hips off the seat but presses your chest further into it, giving you (and himself) the perfect arch to comfortably slide in and out.
The first few thrusts are slow, as expected, but just enough to get you used to his size. Even this was all too much for Sunghoon; he was already dangerously close to his orgasm.
He didn't intend on speeding up his thrusts already, but he really can't help it. Everything about this feels too good. The way your walls perfectly wrap around him, and the way you're moaning and cursing for him to keep going are overwhelmingly good.
"Fuck." He moans, squeezing his eyes shut as he presses you down further into the backseat. He pulls his cock all the way out before pushing himself back in, which you seem to enjoy. He does it a few more times, mostly to humor himself since it's something he assumed you would've been annoyed by.
"Sunghoon," you pant, "I'm close."
"Already?" He asks, pushing your hips downwards until you're lying flat on your stomach.
He tries to come off as cocky and frustrated, but he really is grateful you're already so close to your orgasm, seeing that he felt like he could burst at any given second.
You nod, "Please, keep going."
He doesn't respond, opting to remain silent as you pull his cock out of you before ramming it back in at a pace much harder and faster than before. His thrusts are sloppy and borderline desperate, the sound of skin slapping and grunts filling the air shortly afterward.
The two of you could hardly keep your eyes open, too lost in the pleasure of your approaching orgasms.
Your's hits first, and Sunghoon's follows shortly after, practically filling you up to the brim with his cum. You've never felt so full and warm, heat spreading through your entire body as you slowly calm down and regulate hour breathing.
Sunghoon doesn't feel like moving, but he does anyway, slipping himself out of you with a wince, watching his cum drip out of you and onto the seat of the car. He curses at the sight, stopping himself from leaning forward and eating it out of you.
He undoes both of the handcuffs this time, helping you sit up as you avoid eye contact with each other. "Hold on," he says, re-adjusting his pants and boxers, "I should have a towel or something in the trunk."
Sunghoon steps out of the car, returning a minute later with a towel in hand. He leans down, prepared to clean you up, until you stop him, "It's okay, I got it."
He shakes his head, "I can do it for you."
"It's fine," you say, buttoning up your shirt, "I'd prefer to do it myself, actually."
Sunghoon finally gives in, handing you the towel before leaning over the center console and retrieving your panties from the passenger seat. He waits patiently for you to finish up, instructing you to just drop the towel on the floor as he hands you your underwear.
"Hey, have youâŚdo you think you've sobered up yet?" He asks, watching as you slip your panties back on.
"Yeah, why?"
"Before I met you in the bathroom, I took a few bites of an edible, and I think it's starting to kick in. I think you should drive."
You sigh, mostly because this was not at all what you'd been hoping he'd say. "Drive where? To your place? Then where would I go?"
"I can pay for your Uber home."
"Sunghoon, it's past midnight, and I'm a girl; taking an Uber this late is too dangerous."
"Then drive back to your place; I'll sleep in the car and drive off in the morning."
You groan, "No, Minjeong might visit me in the morning. What'll she think when she sees your car in my driveway?"
"Dammit, YN, then just spend the night at my place. You can take my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch; just please drive us somewhere, for fuck's sake."
Bickering with Sunghoon somehow doesn't annoy you; in fact, it feels almost domestic. Going back and forth like a real couple.
"Fine." You say, climbing into the driver's seat.
Sunghoon's phone falls off the dashboard in the process, now charged at twenty-eight percent, and apparently, a missed text from Minjeong that was sent a few minutes ago.
The jealousy that fills your chest is downright abnormal; Minjeong is your best friend; there's no real reason for you to feel jealous of her in the first place.Â
In fact, you shouldn't feel any sort of guilt at all; it's not like they're still together. They've been broken up for three weeks and three days.Â
Three weeks. And Three days.
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(BAU Headcanons) If you fell asleep on them
A/N: So... guess who fell into another fandom? I blame everyone on here and their amazing fics for convincing me I need to give this show and wonderful cast a chance. I may have binged 13 seasons in like a month... oops? I'm also looking at my fav BAU bunch here but I'm open to writing for other characters from the show
Aaron Hotchner
Just like some of the other members of his team, Hotch has a hard exterior that very few people manage to crack through.Â
If you and he are in a relationship then I can bet youâve already had to chip away at it, so youâre already pretty intimate with one another. Falling asleep on him is nothing to bat an eyelid at. If anything, he would welcome the opportunity to relax and hold you close to him. Â
It also gives him an excuse to steal a few moments of sleep himself, not daring to move and wake you from your rest.Â
He loves holding you close, letting himself listen to the steady beating of you heart as it gently lulls him to become calm enough to shut his eyes.Â
However, if you werenât in a relationship or if it happened in front of the others at the BAU then you know heâd immediately react by saying something about âwork place conductâ.Â
However, heâs clearly saying it for the sake of it as heâd make no effort to wake you or remove you from him.Â
In fact, he makes sure to stay still and let you rest peacefully, making sure your neck isnât bent so you donât wake up in pain.Â
Heâd also make sure to lay his jacket over the top of you, a clear sign that you are not to be disturbed - under pain of death.Â
David RossiÂ
Rossi would be the first to complain if you ever fell asleep on him but itâs all good natured. In fact, he only ever complains about it to you after youâve woken up and only as a joke between the two of you.
âWhat am I? Just a pillow to you? Are you trying to say my cooking has made me plump?âÂ
Itâs hard to resist his charming smile, especially when he actually is rather comfortable to lean on. His expensive shirts are always soft to the touch, and the cologne youâd brought him last Christmas lingers as you nestle in close.Â
He always make you feel safe, and that is an honour greater than any heâd ever been awarded.Â
If it happened in front of the others you know heâd roll his eyes and mutter about the cheek of it all. However, his smile would be enough to tell the others he didnât mean it.Â
âI started reading my manuscript and this is what happens⌠guess thatâs one way to leave a review.âÂ
Heâd be sure to shoot daggers with his eyes at anyone else nearby who looked like they would wake you up.Â
Heâd also shoot down any possible jokes being made at your expense, his parental nature coming out in full force.Â
Derek Morgan
This boy would be so smug if you ever fell asleep on him. Like, if you imagine a Labradorâs tail wagging with one of those big dopey grins, then thatâs what he is.Â
He is keen to try and capture the moment with a picture, setting it as his phone background to prove to himself it really happened.Â
If it happens in front of the rest of the team then you know he is going to keep reminding you and everyone else whenever he gets the chance.Â
However, you know that for all the bragging and teasing Morgan is actually super touched by the fact you fell asleep on him and he is keen to offer you a place to lay your head whenever you look like you need to take a beat.Â
He even has a blanket and pillow in his go-bag especially for you.Â
âOnly the best for you, hot stuff.âÂ
He will never complain about it and - considering how much torture and pain we know this man can endure - he is more than capable of handling any cramp or pins and needles he gets as a result of you lying against him.Â
Eventually, he would take the opportunity to try and sleep as well. With his job and his manic lifestyle, if he gets the chance to close his eyes he knows better than to waste it.Â
Emily Prentiss
She would be shocked at first, especially if itâs early-on in your relationship. She isnât really used to public displays of affection and you sleeping with your head on her shoulder is pretty public.Â
She would stay as still as possible, though, scared of disturbing you or ruining the moment. Sheâd also probably be panicking internally, unsure what she was supposed to do.Â
However, she soon takes a breath and relaxes. After all, you look so cute when youâre asleep and she is honoured you feel comfortable enough to relax around her like this.Â
She doesnât often get the chance to just sit and be peaceful so she savours the moment youâve given her.Â
Sheâd end up watching you for a while before relaxing and trying to adjust you so that youâre both comfortable.Â
She would also take the opportunity to be affectionate, loving that she can run her hands through your hair and kiss your head without any fear of being embarrassed or rejected.Â
After all, we know Emily has a soft centre underneath her tough, bad-ass exterior. She just needs to know she is able to express it.Â
JJ
JJ is such a mom to everyone including you, so is over the moon the first time you fall asleep on her. She welcomes it with open arms, happy to melt into the embrace.Â
It doesnât matter if youâve been together long or not, or if youâre in public. Either way, it feels like a personal badge of honour to be trusted in such a way, whether or not you meant to do it.Â
She has enough patience not to move a muscle in case she disturbs you and ruins the moment. She knows that if you fell asleep like this then you probably need the rest.Â
JJ would totally form a blanket cocoon around you to keep you warm and toasty as you sleep, wrapping her arms around you and cradling you close.
Sheâd smile the whole time, pressing kisses to the crown of your head and gently murmuring in your ear whenever you seem to stir.Â
âSsssh, Sleepyhead. Itâs ok. I got you. Go back to sleep, honey.â Â
If it was just the two of you then sheâd be sure to try and move you somewhere more comfortable after a while, like the sofa or your bed.Â
However, if you were in public then she would turn into a full mama bear and threaten anyone who came close or tried to disturb you. She has that angry mom look down to a fine art and has made grown men wither with it.
Penelope GarciaÂ
This beautiful baby angel would be so delighted if you fell asleep against her that sheâd probably wake you up by accident after squealing a little too loudly.Â
âOh, oh, sorry. Sorry! Go back to sleep. Iâm staying as still as a statue, you precious angel, I promise. So you just close your eyes and let me hold you.â
Sheâd probably manage like five minutes before she moves again and wakes you up, but it was enough time for her to steal a few private photos to commemorate the moment.Â
They will most definitely be the background on her computer the following morning, and possibly yours too.
She would also be sure to make sure she has a blanket and pillow stashed away for you if you ever felt like taking an impromptu nap again when you werenât at home.Â
If you worked at the BAU theyâd be kept in her lair - or your private napping room, as she tells you.Â
Theyâd also be brightly coloured and super soft, chosen specifically by Penelope to make you as comfortable and as happy as possible, even whilst at the government building.Â
âJust so you know, I gave them a spritz with this gorgeous lavender mist spray to help you knock right out the moment your pretty head hits the pillow. So, sweet dreams honeybun.âÂ
Dr Spencer Reid
Spencer is a precious boy and would be utterly baffled at first if he looked down and realised you had fallen asleep on him.Â
He would be surprised he hadnât noticed you drooping against him sooner, or that your breathing had slowed as you fell asleep.Â
At first he thinks it must be a mistake, immediately trying to ease you off of him. After all, he wasnât the most comfortable person to sleep on and people are far more likely to find his company irksome rather than soothing.Â
However, after you start doing it more often he realises that isnât the case.Â
In fact, he feels rather proud that youâve got the point in your relationship where you arenât afraid to relax around him.Â
He also learns how not to let it over-stimulate him. It takes some time to train his mind to not think about the possible pathogens that could be passing between you or the way your hair tickles his face. Heâs also able to talk to you about positions to curl up in if you ever want to sleep against him again, that he feels more relaxed in.Â
Heâd also totally be happy to tell you all about whatever his latest hyper-fixation is, knowing the sound of his voice helps you settle better than any lullaby.Â
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Summer of love | B.B
Just before summer break you think you will spend all day in front of the television with lot of ice cream and even more romantic movies to dream about. Little do you know that your ex-boyfriendâs rival will turn your summer into a dream itself.
Pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x College!Fem!Reader
Wordcount: 11.106 Words
Warnings: college au, football captain Bucky, ex-boyfriendâs rival!Bucky, break up (not Bucky), fluff, love, bit angst, Bucky being emotional, love confession, more fluff, so much more fluff, did I mention: fluff!
Authors Note: The biggest thank you to @thevillainswhore for the title, for helping to decide pictures and proofreading. Iâm so grateful and I love you!â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Events: Writing Challenge | College Au; saying âI love youâ for the first time | @elixirfromthestars
Bucky Barnes Bingo | B023 | Y2 | AU: Sports | @buckybarnesbingo | Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of love | G5 | unlikely friendship | @seasonaldelightsbingo | Multifandom Flash Bingo: Compliments | Row One-Three | Iâll take that as a compliment | @multifandom-flash
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Your world broke down when you looked at your phone and saw the message your boyfriend â now ex-boyfriend â sent you. It was just after the last lesson of the day â summer break had started.
You were sure as hell that he was going to fuck every girl that had an interest in him, which were a lot considering he was the captain of one of the collegeâs football teams.. He was handsome and well trained but his character? Well, that was something you would prefer not to talk about.
John was a nice, gentle boy when the two of you were alone. He took care of you and made you feel loved â most of the time at least. But whenever he was around his friends or anywhere the two of you could be seen together, he kept his distance. He didnât bother to hold your hand or kiss you in public. When you had dates outside your dorms, it was mostly in small coffee shops or the next town where no one would see you together.
When you repeatedly asked him if he was ashamed, he would just shake his head and tell you that you overreacted, that he just has to keep his image, he couldnât just date anybody. You tried to tell him that other boys show off their girls too but he still kept your relationship as much a secret as possible.
Even though people heard the rumor that the two of you were dating â some of them having seen you âhe never made it clear that you belong to him. So you often had the bitchy girls who laughed at you, gave you side eyes or commented on your relationship with John. âHow fake it wasâ â and maybe they were right.
However, while John was probably using his whole summer to have fun and fuck around â having the best time ever â you would probably sit in your room and cry until your eyes burned. He hadnât treated you as perfect as you wished for, like men do in your romantic books or movies, but he still ripped your heart out and shattered it into tiny little pieces. So, chocolate and lots of ice cream would become your best friends during your summer break, giving you the comfort you so desperately sought. You were sure you wouldnât find a man who would love you.
Maybe it wasn't even that he broke up with you that hurt you so much, but the way he did it â through a message. He didnât even have enough balls to tell you personally that he was done with you. No, he sent it as a message â two messages in fact, which now that you thought about it, made you want to punch him in his face. Hard.
You figured that was the reason why he hadnât told you face to face. Because he didnât want the backlash of your reaction. You may have been angry, but you would never lay a hand on him â even if he did deserve it. He may have broken your heart but you werenât a monster. But for now, you were still sitting in school, staring at the message to try and find a little hint that it all was a joke. Your eyes were teary and your vision blurry when you re-read the message over and over again. There had to be a hint that it was a joke. He wouldnât break up with you, right?
The feeling that John really meant those words settled heavily into your stomach. You inhaled deeply to try and stop your body from shaking. He couldnât mean it â he just couldnât. The two of you were together for two years already and he threw it away like it meant nothing to him. Or maybe the reason he mentioned in his messages is true and he just wanted to have a summer break.
Your eyes roamed over your phone once again. The screen was blurred by your tears but you could still read it. Over and over again but it didnât change a thing, it only made your thoughts run faster and louder, but nothing else.
John: Hi, Iâll make it short. Things between us became boring and I know you wouldnât allow me to have sex with anyone. Even though there wouldnât be any feelings, I have to break up with you.
John: Itâs neither your nor my fault, we just remind me of old people. Weâre always doing the same things and I need action. So if you give me the summer break, we can date after the summer again.
He was your first real boyfriend but you didn't want to be second best. Thatâs exactly what you would be if you went back to him after summer break. He broke your heart, and he hurt you a lot â but that didnât mean you were a naive, little fucktoy for him to use becuase it was easy to date you. You never complained much and he always had you when he didn't feel well or frustrated.
And John may have been right that things between the two of you became boring, but he never had time for you in the first place. Everything else was more important and when he did have time for you, it was mostly sex or he came over really late. The dates became very rare, and you just wished he would have had more time for you but you didnât want to push him or force him either.
You lowered your phone and inhaled deeply. With one hand you wiped the tears off your face, trying to calm down before you felt ready to go home. They all were right, he played with you, or at least he was ashamed to be with you and you never noticed â or just ignored it.
âWhatcha doinâ here?â A rough voice came from next to you and you immediately tilted your head to look at the young man who took a place next to you on a chair. His brown, long hair was tied to a bun, just a few strands fell into his handsome face and framed it. He smiled softly at you, leaning on the table with his head still turned toward you. âWhoâs causing those tears?â
His smile slowly faded when he noticed your red eyes and the traces of tears over your cheek. Almost instinctively, he brought one of his hands to your cheeks, cupping it softly. His thumb caressed your cheek, removing the tears. The brown haired man was gentle, his ocean blue eyes pierced into yours and when you finally offered him a soft smile, he grinned at you, again.
âSo, who caused this pretty girl to cry at the beginning of summer break,â he asked, his voice rough but so soft. You almost melted into his touch, his warmth sending shivers through your body and you needed a moment to gather your thoughts before you spoke.
âIâ my boyfriend or now ex-boyfriend. He sent me a message that he wants to have the summer for himself and after we could date again,â you answered, smiling softly at the man in front of you. He shook his head, knowing that the smile on your lips was nothing but fake, and as much as he loved to see you smile, he didnât want you to force one onto your lips to play your hurt off. âWhat are you doing here still, James?â
Jamesâ eyes widened when his name slipped past your lips. Before he could stop himself, he grinned even wider at you. âYa know my name, huh, babydoll? I had something to clear up with the coach.â
âOf course, I do. You're one of the most famous boys in college,â you said and he nodded. You werenât wrong. Even students who didnât follow football knew of him too. On the other hand, your ex-boyfriend was James' rival. âYou're the captain of the football team, or the captain of one of them. The other is JohnâŚâ
James nodded again, then he cleared his throat and tilted your head up with his hand that still captured your cheek. âYeahâŚâ he trailed off slightly. âSo, can we get back to ya statement, that he sent ya a message to break up with ya. Ya know thatâs how little school boys do it.â
You chuckled softly, nodding. You definitely knew that it wasnât a nice way to break up with someone you used to love but you couldnât change it. You let your eyes trail over James' handsome face for a moment, taking in every small detail of his pretty face. You had never been this close to him before and he looked even more stunning up close.
âYa droolinâ, babydoll,â James pointed out and used his pointer finger to close your mouth. Your eyes widened and you wiped over your mouth, growling at him when you didn't feel the saliva. âJusâ wanted to warn ya before ya make a fool out of ya'self.â
You nodded, glaring at him for a moment longer before you finally found the courage and the words to tell him what was on your mind since he mentioned that John's behavior was kind of childish. You inhaled deeply, letting your eyes wander back to his beautiful blue ones. Your tongue poked out, wetting your lips and you noticed with a giggle that James eyes immediately darted down to your lips.
âIt's not the only shitty thing he did,â you mumbled. James' eyes widened in curiosity. He didnât want to push you to tell him, but he would have loved to hear what his rival was like when he had such a pretty girl like you by his side. âHe said we became boring, and that's neither mine nor his fault. Maybe he is right, but he never had time, it was mostly about sex, or nights together but otherwise he was always busy.â
You werenât even sure why you told James about that but he was the only one who seemed curious and you just hoped he wouldn't use it against you. If anything, he would probably only use it against John.
James nodded, his eyes narrowed and he looked away for a moment. His hand never left your cheek and it gave you more comfort than you thought it would. But you were glad he sat down next to you and used his time to let you talk about John, offering you the comfort you were seeking so badly. When he looked back at you, his eyes glistened with something you had never seen before but it made you feel warm and safe with him.
âWhat a shame, with such a pretty girl by his side tooâŚâ he mumbled more to himself. âDid he at least introduce ya to his friends and family? The two of ya were together for over two years, right?â
You nodded slightly, definitely surprised by James' knowledge of your and John's relationship. âYes but he didn't introduce me to his family. I know his friends but not really, he always tried to meet up when no one else was around.â
âSoâŚ.â James trailed off, he already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it again â he wanted to hear that John was a dick who couldn't treat his girlfriend like a man but like a school boy. His ocean blue eyes were piercing into yours again, his lips were slightly curled up. âHe didn't show you off â neither to his family, nor to his friends, when possible â not to the world?â
You shook your head. âN-No, not once⌠his friends saw us together maybe once or twice but we never went to their birthdays together. I-I was invited too, but John said I wouldn't like it there so he already told them I wasnât interested in coming to their parties.â
âDickhead,â James mumbled under his breath. His eyes never left yours and he inhaled deeply. âHe's an idiot.â
You shrugged, smiling softly. But as much as you tried to hide the pain, it didnât work with Bucky looking at you so intensely like he could read your soul. His fingers still caressed your cheek, two of them moving to your jaw and wandering along to your chin and back to your ear. âIt's not that much of a big dealâŚâ
James huffed with an amused expression on his face, shaking his head slightly. The few strands that hung in his face moved with his head from side to side. You wanted to wrap them around your fingers and play with his brown strands. âOh, ya don't know how much of a big deal that is when a boy doesn't show off his girl by his side. If ya were mine, I would show you off to everyone â would make sure everyone knows you belong to me. I would even kiss ya in public, so everyone would know that this pretty girl is mine â would show ya off to everyone! Whatever ya ask for, wish for, it would be yours so ya know how much I care about ya.â
âWhat ifââ you thought for a moment before speaking your thoughts out loud. âIf I would ask for the world, or for the stars? You canât give them to me.â You chuckled softly, your heart beat faster when you heard his words. But at the same time you knew that he couldnât give you everything. As much as a person loves someone, no one can give one the world, or the stars right?
âTrust me, babydoll, if you asked me for the world, I would get it for you. You want the stars? Oh, babydoll, you would get even those. A man has to carry his princess in his hands or else he isnât worth her attention and love,â James said, he let his hand travel from your cheek to your chin. He tilted your head up with his hand underneath your chin, getting all of your attention. âHow about that⌠ya put your stuff into ya bag. And then I invite ya to get ice cream with me.â
James pulled your stuff closer and waited patiently for you to put it into your bag. He leaned back in his seat, his ocean blue eyes roaming over your body, mostly over your face. You put your things into your bag, his offer is too good to say no. With one smooth movement you closed the zipper of your bag.
You got off, and swung the bag to carry it over your shoulder but James grasped it with one hand and took it out of your hand. With a smirk he got up as well and walked towards the door of the classroom, waiting for you to follow him.
âWhatcha looking like that? Ya cominâ or want to stay there all day?â He grinned at you. With his free hand, he tucked a strand of his long, brown hair behind his ear. âTold ya, a man has to carry his girl in his hands, now get ya pretty ass over here or Iâm gonna eat all the ice cream by myself.â
Your mouth dropped open at his words, clearly to his amusement. You walked toward him, closing your mouth slowly before you reached for your bag but James turned to the side and trapped it between him and the door. He smirked at you, holding his hand into the direction he wanted you to walk. James' slightly raised eyebrow gave you no room to argue with him.
âYou donât know if my ass is pretty, maybe you donât like it,â you said with a shrug. James waited a moment before he followed you, his eyes roaming down your back to your swinging hips and your ass. He had to hold back a moan as a response to your beauty and the way your hips swayed from one side to the other.
He then walked through the hallway, following you until he walked next to you. âYa have the most beautiful ass Iâve ever seen. But I couldn't have imagined it otherwise, yaâre the prettiest girl.â
It wasnât like he had checked out a lot of girls, almost none since he had a crush on someone. James couldnât look at another girl the same anymore after he fell in love, it felt like he had cheated and he didnât like the feeling, even though the girl didnât even know he was in love with her.
âDo you have a girlfriend, James? I mean, you're a football captain, handsome, nice. You should go to her instead of getting ice cream with your rival's ex-girlfriend,â you asked, curious about the captain's answer. You didnât know much about him, he wasnât a playboy â that was for sure. You had only seen him fielding once with a girl, maybe it was just talking to her.
âNo girlfriend. Have a crush on someone but she doesnât know about it,â he said with a shrug and opened the front door to let you walk outside first. You thanked him, feeling butterflies in your stomach about such a small but meaningful gesture. âYa can call me Bucky. Most of my friends call me Bucky.â
âOkay, then, Bucky, who donât you tell her?â A groan left his plump lips and you giggled softly. That was the topic every guy tried to avoid when he talked to girls. But since it was just you and him, he would maybe tell you more about her. âYou look good but donât talk to girls, thatâs definitely a good thing when it comes to girls.â
Bucky nodded. He knew what girls liked and what they didnât like â mostly because of his friends in the team who had girlfriends. He was not just once in the middle of an argument where he had to assure the girl that the team went out without other girls.
âI know, but ya know. Donât think she even noticed me.â Bucky said, leading you to his car. His big hand had found its way to the small of your back after you had left the building with him. His hand was warm and comforting.
âHow can someone not notice you? Youâre the captain of the football team.â You were almost shocked about his statement. Everyone who wasnât completely new in school knew about the captains of the teams â mostly even knew about the other members of the team. They were all pretty handsome and the typical guy girls read in books when they tried to make their perfect boyfriend in their minds.
âBecause not everyone likes football? Some people ignore us too,â Bucky said. He opened his car, letting you sit before he shut the door and walked around the car, getting into it as well. He had a dark blue Jeep, it was clean and you were surprised that it was really that clean.
Bucky was a college boy, a football college boy. So you thought he would have a messy car, but instead it was even cleaner than yours would probably be.
âYou really love that car?â You earned a nod, followed by a chuckle. Bucky's cheeks heated up and he wanted to hit his head against the steering wheel, he made a fool out of himself with you being so close to him.
âYeah, donât like it messy. Ya, donât look at me like that, I know whatcha wanted to say!â Bucky laughed, starting the car to drive the two of you to his favorite ice shop. âYou will love the ice there, they have more flavors than you can imagine.â
The two of you stayed silent for a moment, both stuck in your minds and thoughts. Your eyes were focused on Bucky while he was focused on the street. Even though he didnât turn his head, he watched you out of the corner of his eye, smirking to himself when he noticed that you stared at him once again.
After a few minutes you cleared your throat, getting him to turn his face for a moment toward you. Bucky offered you a soft smile before his eyes darted back to the street, but he was still letting you know that he listens to you with a hum.
âWhy are you doing this for me? I mean, you donât know me and Iâm just the pathetic ex-girlfriend of your rival,â you asked, smacking yourself mentally for even asking that. But you didnât want him to do that for you because he felt pity.
âI will tell ya at the end of the summer break,â he said, his eyes finding yours once again. He could see the way you were looking at him, that there was more behind the question than just curiosity. âYouâre not a burden and I donât do it because I feel pity for you, so get those thoughts out of your pretty mind immediately, babydoll.â
You chuckled, eyes still remaining on Bucky while he drove the two of you to the ice cream shop he loved so much. Little did you know, it was also your favorite one, only when you arrived did your eyes widen and you stared at Bucky with an excited glisten in your eyes. He grinned at you, getting out of the car to almost run around so he could open the door for you, while you stared at the shop with a huge grin on your face.
âMy lady,â Bucky smirked and offered you his hand to take. He helped you get out of the car, his lips curled even further up when he noticed that you couldnât take your eyes off the ice cream shop. âLike that?â
âIââ you trailed off, letting your eyes wander to meet Bucky's ocean blue ones. You smirked at him, raising an eyebrow before clearing your throat to hide the excitement. Even though you were pretty sure Bucky knew how excited you were already. âI don't just like it⌠I LOVE IT. That's my favorite ice cream shop!â
You had always wanted to go here with John, but he would just shake his head and tell you that the one closer to your apartment was just as good or that this one was too expensive for just ice cream. He wasn't wrong, it wasnât as cheap as other smaller ones. But the others didnât have that amount of different ice creams and they didnât taste as good as they did in your favorite ice cream shop.
Bucky nodded, taking your hand into his and interlacing your fingers. His grip was firm but so comforting that you didnât even think about removing your hand from his. The two of you walked then slowly to the entrance of the little building. It wasnât as full as you thought it would be, even a few tables were free and you already looked around to find the best place before you had even decided which ice cream you wanted.
âYou already know what you want?â Bucky asked and got your attention back. He had already pulled you toward the counter, greeting the woman behind it. The brown haired man didnât offer her the smile he showed you, she only got a small grin which didn't even reach his sparkling eyes. The moment his eyes landed on you, his eyes were even softer and his smile bigger, lighting up the blue in his eyes. âYou can have as many as you want.â
âI know I'm gonna pay for my ice cream myself.â You mumbled and looked at all the different ones to decide which ones you wanted. Bucky grunted, he would definitely pay for the ice cream, he wouldn't have asked you if he let you pay for it yourself. He nodded slowly, glaring at the woman behind the counter, letting her know that he would pay. You looked up at her, smiling softly. âIââ
You stuttered when you tried to decide if you really wanted those flavors or different but then you let her finally know which you wanted. Your eyes wandered to Bucky, who had a mischievous grin on his face and you rolled your eyes, letting your head fall against his shoulder and looked up at him.
âYou won't let me pay for my ice cream, right?â He shook his head, looking down at you with the most intense but softest expression you had ever seen on someone's face. You were not sure what there was between you and him but it gave you the comfort you were always looking for â you didnt really know him but it felt like you had known him forever already.
âI asked you out, so I'm gonna pay. No discussion, just get your ice cream and get us a table,â Bucky said and leaned his head against yours for a moment until the woman behind the counter gave you your ice cream and you did as you were told after mumbling a soft âthank youâ into Bucky's shoulder.
â â
The first few days of summer break you spent in your apartment, wrapped into a blanket and watching a lot of movies while eating even more ice cream. But instead of crying your eyes out, you had company from your â now â best friend. After your ice cream date with Bucky the two of you walked through the park until the sun went down and even then you two had so much more to talk about â so you offered to meet him the next day. And that's exactly what the two of you did, since then you met every day.
Bucky always brought you small presents and gave you a lot of compliments. You could stand in front of him in a dress or in your pajamas with messy hair â he always told you how beautiful and stunning you were. You first didn't believe him, thinking it was just a joke but whenever you looked into his ocean blue eyes, there was nothing but the truth and love visible.
Today he asked you to go out with him again. He had a surprise and who were you to say no to such a sweet and gentle man? Bucky didnât just help you to forget about John, but he also showed you what love and affection really meant. He wasnât afraid to show you off to the world, even though you were not his girl, yet.
âBabydoll, are ya ready?â he asked, peeking through the door of your bedroom with a smirk. Bucky knew that you were at least dressed, otherwise he wouldn't look without permission. When his eyes met yours you blushed softly but shook your head.
Bucky's eyes widened, he then narrowed them and took a step into your bedroom. You looked so perfect in your outfit â just like always, so why werenât you ready? He noticed the slight struggle in your eyes when he let his roam over your body. Without a word he understood what was stopping you from being ready for your date with him.
Bucky walked closer, his arms reaching out and pulling you toward him. He snook his arms around your waist, pressing his broad chest against your back before he turned the two of you around so you were looking at the two of you in the mirror. âYou're beautiful, look at ya. Yaâre the most beautiful and I'm honored that you allow me to take ya out. Don't ya think you look pretty?â
You swallowed thickly. Bucky looked stunning, always so perfectly fine and every girl was staring at him. He could have anyone and the feelings you developed slowly for him didnâtÂ
 help your running thoughts â they only made it worse. Especially because John had never asked you out like that, he never wanted to show you off to anyone. But Bucky acted like you were the only girl in the world â little did you know, in his world you were the only one.
âY-You're so prettyâŚâ You mumbled, causing Bucky to chuckle into your neck. He had his head placed on your shoulder, staring at you in his arms through the mirror with a smile. He wouldnât leave the room, not until heâs sure it was what you wanted too â otherwise he would just carry you into the living room and cuddle with you all night. âYou're so perfect, stunning. Every girl is always staring at you, and you could have them all⌠And I am just me.â
âYa don't understand, do ya? I don't care who is looking at me, they can look all they want,â Bucky said into your neck, trying to hold himself back so he wouldnât confess everything. âDo ya remember the day where we went the first time to the ice cream shop? Ya said it yaâself, that I'm not a playboy. Let them look, they aren't out with me, are they? Plus the thing Iâve planned for the two of us is just ya and me.â
He wanted to say so much more, but he just couldnât. At least not right now, it wasnât that he didnât mean it or is scared, but he wanted to prove it all to you, before he made the next step. Bucky wanted you to see that he meant everything he said and then â then he would do the next step with you.
You nodded softly, letting Bucky lead you out of the bedroom. His arms were still around your waist, his chest pressed against your back while the two of you walked through the floor toward your living room to pick up your phone and his bag.
âDo you trust me, babydoll?â With a soft smirk you turned your head to face Bucky, nodding slightly once again. âThen trust me that you're stunning and you are you but that's the point, that's what makes you special. You make yourself special.â
Buckyâs expression was soft but serious. You didnât have words, knowing that he meant every single word he said without doubt.
âT-thank you,â you mumbled, sending a shiver through Buckyâs body. He adored the way you reacted whenever he made a compliment, so shy and just cute.
He led you to his car, still being such a gentleman and when you first thought it was just to impress you, you were now pretty sure that Bucky was always like that around someone he likes. He didnât promise you too much when he said that a man had to carry his girl in his hands â you may not have been his girl but he did it anyway.
As much as you tried to find out where the two of you were going, he didn't tell you. Bucky was good at changing topics when it came to a surprise and you didn't get the tiniest of information out of him.
Bucky kept his soft smile the whole time while he drove the car through the streets of the town, you were pretty sure you sometimes drove in circles so he could confuse you because everything looked alike. When he stopped the car in a quiet, almost empty parking space.
âSo, ya can either close ya eyes and promise me to keep them close, or Iâm gonna use that pretty scarf to cover ya eyes until weâre there.â He held a soft, fluffy scarf in front of him and you trusted him enough that he wouldnât let you run against something. You knew you would try to sneak, so you had to decide that Bucky should use the scarf to cover your eyes.
âI- maybe⌠I wonât sneak?â You giggled, it didn't sound serious enough for Bucky so he just wrapped the soft fabric around your head and tied it together. You felt his warm breath against your cheek, your breath hitched and you dug your fingers into your thighs, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach.
âSo, how many fingers do you see?â Bucky chuckled, leaning back to hold his hands in front of your face. Instead of fingers he made a heart with his hands, smirking at you.
Your chuckle brought him back to reality, his eyes shot from your lips back to your covered eyes and he waited for an answer. âMhmâŚ. Three?â You giggled, not seeing anything because of the scarf in front of your eyes.
âGuess again,â he smirked, letting his hand fall down before he got out of the car. Bucky walked around, opening the door for you to help you out as well. He took care that you didnât hit your head somewhere. âWe are walking a bit but itâs not far, and I promise I wonât let you run into something.â
With that he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you tight against his chest to make sure he had control where to go and that you wouldnât fall or hurt yourself somewhere.
You had never trusted someone before that much that you would have let them cover your eyes and lead you somewhere. But with Bucky it felt different, you knew that â you felt it â that he would never do anything where you could be in danger or hurt yourself. You trusted him with everything, and you used every opportunity to show him just that.
Bucky led you a bit, holding you firmly pressed against him. His fingers played with the fabric of your dress, tickling you softly. âDonât squirm, babydoll.â
âThen donât tickle me,â you giggled, trying to get away from his tickles. Bucky laughed, pulling you even closer but stopped tickling you.
âCanât keep my hands to myself when it causes such sweet noises from you,â he mumbled into your neck. The two of you walked a bit further and when you inhaled deeply you smelt some flowers but also water. You didnât know where you were, but it had to be pretty because Bucky told you that he had never brought people there with him before.
When Bucky stopped he took a step backwards, one of his hands remaining on you, while he untied the scarf around your head. The soft fabric fell down your face and you caught one side of it with your hands, the other was stuck in Buckyâs big hand.
You needed a moment to get used to the sun but when you opened your eyes and looked around your mouth drops open. Bucky had brought a blanket and food there. In front of you was also a small lake surrounded by trees and some floors in front of it. It was the most beautiful place you had ever seen.
âB-BuckyâŚâ you said quietly, turning your head to face Bucky. He grinned at you, his eyes shining beautiful in the light of the sun combined with the way he smiled at you. He was proud of himself for making you happy and impressed with such a small gesture. âThis is⌠itâs amazing. I love it, itâs so beautiful.â
He let go of you to take a step away, taking out his phone. He opeed the camera and turned around, pulling you in front of him, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist as he snapped a photo of the two of you. Only when he showed you the photo did you notice why he took a step to the side â it now showed everything, the trees, the flowers, the lake, the blanket with the food and the two of you with a huge smile across your faces.
âYa know, itâs my new background now,â Bucky explained as he made it his new background. Now you were smiling at him every time he turned his phone on. And everyone knew you were his.
You smiled, already decided that you were going to use that or a picture you would take of him or him and you as background as well. It was such a sweet idea and you would love to look at him whenever you looked at your phone.
âNow sit down. I made the cake myself!â Bucky said with a proud smirk on his face as he pointed at the cake. It was your favorite one, you told him about it and you already noticed that it just looked like the description you gave him.
âYouâre the best.â With a giggle you sat down, Bucky did the same, taking a seat next to you and offering you some food and drinks.
The cake was perfect, just like you described it and you wouldnât have know better, you would have guessed he bought it from a baker. You suggested that Bucky could become a baker, he would be rich in no time. But he just chuckled and shook his head.
His eyes roamed over your face before he looked into your eyes once again. He was the first person you didnât mind staring into one anotherâs eyes for hours. âIâm only baking for my best girl.â
Your cheeks heated up and you had to look away. You were still not used to all his compliments and sweet words. And Bucky used every opportunity to make you blush, loving the way you smiled shyly at him before you had to look away for a moment. But then, you couldnât even look away for long, and he adored the effect he had on you, he could spend all day just watching you giggle and blushing. Bucky wouldnât mind listening to you all day either, as long as it was you who was around.
The two of you sat there, talking about everything and nothing. You had never laughed that much with someone like you did with Bucky. He knew all your weaknesses and strengths, the two of you hadnât even talked for over two weeks but he was your best friend already. The only one you knew you could be completely honest and open around, he could read you like a book anyway.
When the sun went down, you were sitting between Bucky's legs, your back pressed against his chest. He drew small circles on your stomach while you watched the sunset. It was the most beautiful yellow followed by red until it was only the clouds that were still painted in a slight pink before it became dark around you.
You shivered lightly in Bucky arms, pressing yourself further against him. With a smirk he removed his hands from you, grasping his bag. âI have a present for ya,â he told you before he placed his bag in front of you. âOpen it.â
Your slightly shaking hands opened the zipper of his backpack and your eyes narrowed when you saw just some fabric inside until you noticed what it was. Your eyes widened when you tilted your head slightly and took it out of the bag. In your hands you held a hoodie, and it wasnât just one. It was Buckyâs football hoodie, where his number and his name were big on the back. You pulled it closer, burying your face in his hoodie and inhaling his scent. Bucky chuckled, he looked at you like a puppy in love â and he was exactly that. âY-You give me your hoodie?â
Bucky leaned his head on your shoulder, nodding. âIf ya want to. Ya can also have another one or just for yet so ya won't freeze. But actually I thought I would love the sight of my name on ya back.â
Sometime at the start of the summer break, the two of you made that unwritten plan to spend all the time together. You never asked him if you could spend some more time, neither did he. He just took you out, making sure you wanted to but slowly he had the feeling you could have moved into his apartment with him. He knew he hugged you all the time, made sure youâre happy and the urge to tell you about his true feelings got bigger with every day.
But as much as he wanted to tell you â he didnât want to do it just yet. He wanted to give you the whole summer break to see that he didnât have the intention to get into bed with you. Bucky wanted you to see that you were worth so much more than what John was willing to give you. Bucky wanted to show you what real love meant, he wanted you to crave him just as much as he craved you.
This night Bucky spent at your apartment, he made pudding for the two of you. The two of you were wrapped in a blanket together and he held you as close as possible. You had the best sleep in years, knowing that Bucky would be still there in the morning when you woke up. And you were right, he had you pulled onto him, your head resting on his chest and you listened to his steady heartbeat. His heartbeat and his scent had such a calming effect on you, and you used every opportunity to be as close to him as possible. His arms, his embrace felt like home.
His morning voice was the hottest you could imagine, it was slightly rougher than his usual and it sent shivers down your spine every time. Bucky almost moved into your apartment with time, he brought most of his stuff like clothes so he could spend all day and all night with you. And even though he allowed you to take his clothes if you wanted, he didn't realise he would have to wash them so often because you stopped wearing yours. So you both wore Bucky clothes â you offered him to wear yours and he once tried a dress of yours.
You took a picture of him, making it your new background. Or it was more a picture of the thick, muscular football captain in a red dress of yours, while you wore the hoodie with his name and number on his back. The two of you stood in front of the table, your chest pressed against Buckys, while he held the phone and took the picture.
As much as you loved to go out with Bucky, you also loved the times when it was just the two of you. Bucky was a perfect cook and baker. So he either cooked for the two of you or you did it together, same went for baking.
The two of you ended up as snowmen one time, it started with you accidentally blowing the flour at Bucky. He then took way too much flour and let it fall down over your head with a huge grin across his face. Little did he know that you would grab the whole bowl and throw it at him. His reaction was to run away and into the wall by accident so he was trapped between the wall and the fridge.
It was a lot to clean, especially because Bucky hugged you and was smearing all the flour he had on his clothes on yours. You were sure you could have baked a whole cake with the amount of flour the two of you used for our little snowman action.
But the most special moment for you was two weeks before school started again. Your best friend has asked you out so often, you made trips together and spent every minute together. But when he asked you to come to Steve's birthday your mouth dropped open and you didnât know how to respond. Of course, you would have loved to but John never wanted to have you around his friends â around his team. And Steve was one of Bucky's football team members, so there would be a lot of other people too. With a lot of assurance from Bucky you agreed and there you were now.
Bucky stood with his big hand on the small of your back next to you, looking down. The two of you were in front of Steve's house and you knew that you could still say no and Bucky would have immediately drove you back home. âI-I⌠Are you sure you want to be seen with me, Bucky?â
His eyes widened and he narrowed them. His hand wandered up to your shoulders to turn you toward him. His other hand settled itself on your chin and made you look directly into his intense blue eyes. âI'm more than sure that I want everyone to see us together. Babydoll, Iâm not ashamed of ya, but if ya don't feel comfortable we can go home and watch movies.â
Home. You could go home. Yours, Buckys. It was more than just your apartment now, it was everything because even Bucky called it home.
âN-No, I think I can do that,â you mumbled nodding with a soft smile. You inhaled deeply, feeling Bucky's big hand take yours and interlacing your fingers with his. He then leaned down and kissed your cheek softly. You felt a shiver run down your spine, you were so in love with him but too shy to tell him â it would maybe ruin your friendship so you just enjoyed him being so close to you.
âIf ya want to go home, ya gonna tell me,â Bucky said, his voice soft but leaving no room for discussion. So you nodded once again. Bucky smirked at you, knocking at the door which swung open almost immediately. The man grinning at the two of you was just as big as Bucky, his hair was way shorter and blond. His eyes were as blue as Buckys and you looked him up and down for a moment.
âThought you wonât like to come in,â Steve said with a chuckle, letting both of you walk into his house. His eyes roamed over his friend, then over you until he noticed your interlaced fingers. Bucky squeezed your hand even more, pulling slightly you closer to him with a raised eyebrow at Steve.
They both have a moment of silent communication. Steve knew what was going on, he knew who you were. Not because you were John's ex-girlfriend. He knew you because of Bucky, who just couldnât stop looking at you. The two men had a lot of talks, where Bucky just needed to tell him about you, that he had to have you and that he was so fucking in love with you.
âHappy Birthday,â you said after a moment, getting both men's attention. Steve smiled at you nodding.
âThank you. Now get inside, the others can't wait to get to know ya girl, Buck,â Steve said and walked in front of the two of you. He knew that Bucky was going to mention that you were not his girl â at least not yet â but you were his best friend. To Steve's surprise the statement never came, and Bucky just grinned down at you, his eyes shining when he led you through the hallway to the living room where the others were.
âYa donât mind him calling ya my girl, do ya?â Bucky asked, knowing that you didnt mind it. None of the two of you had ever said those three words yet, but he knew you felt the same for him. Bucky had seen you shivering and giggling enough whenever someone mentioned that you and Bucky were a couple. But he also noticed the soft, sad flash across your face when someone did, knowing that you were scared to fully give in to your feelings without having any voices in your mind that told you you were not worth it.
You just didnât understand that you were everything for Bucky. You always were, you always would be. But you were sometimes stuck in your mind, thinking about all the girls who looked better than you â all the ones he could have. And then you didnât notice that he didnât m care about a single one of them, for Bucky it was just you. You were his one and you Would always be his one â he would spend his lifetime to make sure you understood that there could be everyone but he only wanted you.
âI don't mind that,â you giggled, following Steve further into the living room. âI actually love it when people notice that I belong to youâ.
Every pair of eyes was on you and Bucky when you walked into the room. Some of them were curious, some of them had an expression on their faces like âknew it, palâ. Through the whole evening and night Bucky introduced you to everyone with a proud smile. His hands were always somewhere on you, either around your waist or holding your hand.
His teammates were really nice, they were interested in you. And you had a lot of fun with them all, no one was mean and even the girls â mostly girlfriends of the other boys â were nice. They never looked at you with judgeful expression but they talked and laughed with you. No jealousy, no hate â just fun and a bunch of new friends.
You never would have thought it would feel amazing to be shown off by a man who owned your heart. But with Bucky it felt just perfect.
After the party you spent a few more nights with Bucky and the others, they became your friends and everyone knew that the two of you really needed to confess your love for one another. Most of the time Bucky was either hugging you from behind or you were sitting on his lap. There was no just you or just Bucky â it was always you and Bucky.
The weekend before college started again Bucky had to go to his apartment again. He called you every night, sleeping with you on the phone or he just watched you half of the night because he still couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Heeas addicted to you, you were like his air â he needed you to live.
So while he had some talks with the team and the coach and also organized all of his school stuff, you did the same. Most of the time you wrote him messages and waited for his response. Until the sunday before school, where you felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest.
John: Hey, I'm sorry I broke up with you. It was a shit decision and I couldnât stop thinking about you all summer break. I love you.
John: I know you love me too. You know there is no one who loves you, they all just play with you. You're pretty but they only want to fuck you, come back to me and let me make it better this time.
Sobs and tears wrecked your body, you couldnât believe him. He hadnât tried to talk to you the whole summer break and suddenly he wanted you back. And maybe he was right, no one else showed any interest in you, only John. But now you had Bucky, who spent all summer break with you, he showed you what it meant to be loved even though he was âjustâ your best friend. Bucky could have asked to have sex with you the whole time but he never did, he just wanted to cuddle, to see you happy, so maybe John was wrong and there was someone who loved you without just wanting to have sex.
Bucky wrote you a few â a lot of messages â and tried to call you but you didnât answer him. Maybe he wanted to tell you that he had enough of you, that he was going to be happier with someone else. You didnât want him to hear your broken voice and you didnât want him to see your tears because of John's messages.
You didnât love him anymore, but the voices in your mind â the ones John could control so perfectly â screamed at you, that he was right. So you just wrapped yourself into a blanket and watched all the movies Bucky loved, making your heart ache even more, especially when his scent came into your nose whenever you moved because of the hoodie you were wearing â his hoodie.
Bucky told you that he would be busy all day with the coach and the team but it didn't stop him from sending one after another message, calling you every hour until he started to speak messages on your voicemail.
Bucky: Hi, babydoll. How are you? Just checking after you before the next meeting starts, would prefer to be cuddled up with you.
Bucky: Are you okay? Do you need anything?
Bucky: I asked the coach to make it short so I can come over but he has a lot more shit for us to do, I'm sorry.
Bucky: Fuck, are you alright?
Bucky: Please, answer me. I come over!
You read the messages but never opened the chat. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you stared at your background and the incoming messages. 10 missed calls: Bucky. You just couldnât bring yourself to answer him, to tell him what was going on and you knew you couldn't find an excuse to tell Bucky.
Around half an hour later Bucky knocked at your door, calling out your name. He called out your name. Bucky always used your pet name, the one he gave you but right now he called you by your name. His voice was broken, Bucky sounded worried but you didnât want to move, your body felt way too heavy.
After a moment you heard the familiar sound of the key in your door. You gave Bucky your keys a while ago so he could come home whenever he wanted. He stormed into your apartment, shrugging off his shoes and jacket before he literally ran to you into the living room. His heart broke at the sight of you laying there, crying and wrapped into his hoodie and a blanket.
âBabydoll!â He said, crouching down next to you. Bucky eyes roamed over your body, trying to find something that could have hurt you but when he didnât notice anything he narrowed his eyes. He brought one of his big hands to your cheeks, wiping away the tears and a few strands out of your face. âLook at me please, what's going on?â
You hadnât even noticed that you closed your eyes until he asked you to look at him. You inhaled deeply, your body shaking as you slowly opened your eyes. His blue eyes pierced into yours immediately, he looked worried. You had never seen him like that, almost broken. More tears fell down your cheeks as you looked at him, noticing the love and care that's mirroring in the eyes you fell in love with.
You shook your head slightly, you didnât want him to hear your broken voice. Bucky got up, wrapping his arms around you to lift you and sit down with you on his lap. Your head fell down against his shoulder and you inhaled his scent, feeling the warmth of him against you. Bucky wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you as close as possible.
âYou cameâŚâ you mumbled into his shoulder.
âYou didn't answer,â he replied, leaning his head against yours. You felt a bit of wetness against the side of your forehead, noticing that Bucky was finally relaxing since he had you safe in his arms. You never thought he would cry because he was worried about you, but he did â maybe even relieved that you're fine.
âBut the meetings. He could throw you out of the team,â you said, leaning back slightly. You looked into Bucky's face, seeing the soft smile on his face but also his red eyes. Slight trails of tears slid down his cheeks and you captured his face to wipe them away. Bucky tilted his head slightly, leaning more into your soft touch.
âIt doesn't matter. Nothing matters when it comes to you, babydoll.â You inhaled deeply, leaning your forehead against his. âBut I told him that my girl needs me and that I will win every fucking game this season when you're at the side in my jersey. You will watch the games, right?â
You chuckled softly, nodding. Bucky just came because he was worried, he didn't mind that he could be thrown out of the team â he came because he was worried. And you planned to go to his games anyway, but now it made your heart beat even faster. His girl. His jersey.
âAre you going to tell me what happened? You won't just ignore my messages and calls,â Bucky asked, his voice soft. His breath was warm against your lips and you closed your eyes for a moment.
âJohn wrote meâŚâ you mumbled, feeling Bucky tensing. Without him asking you knew what he wanted to ask âWhat did he say? Did he hurt you?â âHe said⌠he said that he wants me back and that no other guy wants me anyway. Unless it's about sex, so you knowâŚâ
Bucky nodded, leaning back on the couch. He brought some distance between the two of you to look into your eyes. âDo you want to go back to him? Whatever your answer is, IâŚâ Bucky trailed off, closing his eyes to take a shaky breath before he looked at you again. Something in his eyes switched and you squirmed slightly. âWhatever your answer is, I want you to know that you're really loved by me. And I want you for more than just sex. If you want to go back to John I will accept that, but I justâ I want you to know that I love you, forever already and it will never change.â
Bucky's confession caused your jaw to drop open. You thought about a lot that he could say but hearing him confess his feelings for you wasn't one of them. It was the most obvious but you felt so insecure, so scared that it wasn't what you thought.
âIâ You love me but you would let me go back to John?â You asked, you had so many thoughts but that was the first that came past your lips. Bucky nodded, a sad smile flashing over his face.
âI don't say I would like it. But I donât want to be the barrier that stops you from being happy. When you love someone, you're willing to break yourself to see them happy,â Bucky said, another tear rolling down his face. He was scared to say those words, he was scared you would go back to John but he knew he had to accept whatever you thought was best for you. âI'm willing to give everything for you because I love you.â
You smiled softly, the urge to punch him grew about his words. You were never more happy than the weeks of summer break with Bucky. So how could he even think about breaking himself for you? âYou're an idiot.â
âAt least I'm your idiot,â he smiled softly, shurgging. You stared into his eyes, nodding while he brought your hand to his chest, pressing it down just above his heart. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heart against your hand and you sighed softly.
âI canât give ya the whole world⌠not the one ya think at least. But I can give ya my world â our world. I can make everything shine for ya like I took every star and gave it to ya,â he mumbled, reminding you of what he said before summer break. âBut I can tell ya, I'm so in love with ya. My heart, it's beating for you â only for ya. You're my world, everything for me.
You leaned closer to him, until there is barely an inch between the two of you. You smiled softly, his words and gesture making your heart beat faster and a warmth spreading inside of you. âWhen you're willing to break yourself for me because you think I would ever be happier with someone who isnât you, then I have bad news. There is no one who makes me happier than you. And I'm willing to fix everything that broke when the thought that someone could be better than you crossed your mind.â
âCan I kiss you now, or do you want to tell me you love me in another way than you just did?â He asked, chuckling softly. You didnât say those three words but you didnât have to. You told him that you loved him with so many more words but in the most perfect way he could have ever imagined.
You leaned even closer, allowing him to finally press his soft, plump lips against yours. You could taste both of your tears while he deepened the kiss softly. Bucky pulled you even closer, your hands wrapped around his neck and you played with his bun, making him growl playfully into the kiss.
After a moment you pulled away, panting softly. Both of you had heated cheeks and you leaned your forehead against Bucky's shoulder to hide your growing smirk. âI know that ya smiling,â Bucky said, his accent back and you melted into his embrace, giggling softly. Neither of you had to say anything about the kiss â it was indescribably perfect. âHow long have you been in love with me already?â you asked, turning your head, still resting it against his shoulder. Bucky drew small circles on your back, a low chuckle escaped his lips.
âForeverâŚâ he said. âI'm not sure, but it's like forever. And then before summer break, my heart broke when I saw you there so sad. I could have told you I love you, fucked you and could have helped you to get over John but I wanted to show you what love means before i confess my feelings. I could have told you at the beginning of summer break but I wanted you to know how it feels to be loved and cared for, how to treat the girl you love right. I wanted you to be just as much in love with me as I am with you.â
âThen congratulations, you made me fall in love harder than I thought I could ever fall in love. And I don't love John anymore, long ago I did but I don't, I justâŚâ you trailed off, letting your fingers wander over Bucky's neck, admiring the goosebumps. âHis words, they just hurt.â
Bucky grinned, having already a perfect idea for the next day. âBabydoll, i don't want you to feel that i just use you to make you jealous, because I really fucking love you, butâŚâ
âI love you too, but what?â You giggled, wrapping your arms tighter around Bucky's neck. You kissed your way along his jaw, pulling him in another kiss before you listened to his plan.
â â
The next day â the first day of school you were walking next to Bucky from his car toward the building. He held your hand tightly and you felt a lot of people staring at you, maybe it was because of the man next to you, but maybe it could have also been because ofâŚ
âY/N!â John shouted behind you and when you turned around his face was pale. He thought you were wearing the hoodie with Bucky's number and name on your back to make him jealous but when he saw the thick man next to you, holding your hand, his eyes narrowed. âWhy are you wearing his name, why are you holding his hand?â
You didn't plan to have that conversation in front of everyone but you didn't mind it either. Bucky gave you a strength you never thought you had. With a soft smile and a look at Bucky you inhaled deeply before looking at John, smile fading away.
âI wear his name on my back because it belongs there. I hold his hand because heâs my boyfriend. And instead of being ashamed and hiding our relationship like you did, he likes to let everyone know that I belong to him. Bucky doesn't mind, that everyone sees us together.â
âI actually do love to let everyone know that this pretty girl is mine. She is mine and she will be forever. And ya, Walker, can fuck off. Ya didn't know how to treat her right but don't worry, I love her enough to make ya shit up to her,â Bucky growled before he grasped your chin.
It wasnât part of the plan, you knew what he was going to do but you didn't care about the plan to just wear Bucky's hoodie to show John that you were with Bucky now. Bucky turned your head toward him, pressing his lips to yours and you sighed softly, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him even closer.
The people around you clapped and screamed about this news. Who watched Bucky knew that he had the biggest crush on you. Even Bucky's whole football team jumped and shouted like they just won a game. You heard John muttering âbut he is my rival, and so are you nowâ but you couldn't have cared less.
Bucky smirked against your lips. âMine, all mine, babydoll. You belong to me, just like I belong to you, I know.â He chuckled and pulled you into another kiss, letting you know that everything he said was true. He loved you with his whole heart, his soul.
You could feel his heart against your chest, feeling it beating the same rhythm yours was beating. His words from the day before where he confessed his love echoed through your mind. And suddenly everything made sense, everything lit up â no fear, no doubt. Bucky loved you â he really loved you. This was different, it was more than you ever had with John, more than you ever felt for the other one. Buckys and your heart beated in the same rhythm, they were connected â you were connected. He had used his whole summer break to prove that he loved you, to let you see how much worth you had, how much you meant to him. And finally, he was able to let his girl know, to show you his real feelings. This man â your man, your Bucky â he belonged to you, just like you belonged to him. You would take care of one another, love one another like nobody else ever did. He showed you the whole summer break that you were his one and now the two of you had the rest of your lives to be just happy with one another. Your journey, your life together had just started â in the most perfect way ever.
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when in france
nfl! joe burrow x fem! reader
wc: 3.1k
tags! established relationship, college sweethearts (because i said so), đ hint hint, no smut!
notes! abby try not to write sickening fluff challenge failed horribly. i keep going back and forth about whether i like or not but i hope you guys do! mwah đ
when joe told you heâd be attending and modeling for fashion week, you were ecstatic. youâve been encouraging him to step out of his comfort zone, and it seemed like he was finally listening during this offseason.
when he told you the event was in france, you were even more stunned. you were so excited for him. there was no one more deserving of these opportunities than your joe.
and when he asked you to accompany him, you were absolutely floored. sure you knew he loved you. youâve felt it every day for years. but an experience like this, you were so grateful heâd even consider sharing this with you.
âare you sure? really babe itâs okay, i wonât be upset.â you had reassured him the day he found out about the opportunity.
joe just looked at you like you had three heads over his dinner, his fork clattering as he dropped it onto the plate. he reaches his arm across the table and clasps your hand with his, âhey. donât be silly. youâre my girl. thereâs no one, and i mean no one, iâd rather do this with.â
thereâs something about joeâs soft, steady voice that always reassures you in the way he knows you need. he places a delicate kiss to the back of your knuckles. you donât worry about it again.
your time in france is an absolute whirlwind. joe had warned you that his schedule was pretty packed, but you didnât mind. after all, youâve grown used to the hustle bustle of football season. nothing like the fast life. dinners, meetings, panels, runways, and parties. youâre supporting joe through it all, and he notices. hell, everyone notices.
the first dinner you all have together is after a runway show in cannes.
youâre chatting with a woman sitting next to you, laughing and sipping a glass of white wine. joe is on the other side of you, catching up with JJ and some of the other guys. of course the topic has reverted back to football, hard to avoid with those two at the table together. JJ and another friend are in a heated discussion about the rules surrounding taunting when the food arrives.
when the plates hit the table, joe watches your actions from the corner of his eye. you pick at your side choice, before putting the smallest bite into your mouth. reaction almost immediate, you turn to joe with a grimace that he knows all too well.
he clicks his tongue, shaking his head back and forth as he begins to eat his own meal, âi told you. i knew you wouldnât like them cooked that way.â
you did this every time the two of you had dinner somewhere new. you like to order something youâd usually never try on the menu, in hopes of enjoying it. and joe, who knows you better than anyone, always warns you against it. then every single time, you flash him an adorable smile and say the same thing, âwell, when in___â
this started when he brought you to ohio for the first time. the two of you were having lunch in cincy before heading to athens to meet his parents. you inquired about âcincinnati chiliâ, to which joe explained and confessed that even he didnât enjoy chili served over spaghetti. but you had said âwell, when in cincinnati!â with such excitement, that he didnât have the heart to argue further.
the hometown specialty almost made you puke all over his childhood bedroom hours later. flash forward some years and the song and dance was still the same.
you shake your head, trying to lie. youâre stubborn. the last thing you want to do is admit he was right about thisâŚagain.
you attempt another bite, poking the food around your white, porcelain plate. âitâs not that bad joeyâŚi kinda like itâŚâ
youâre lying through your teeth. joe knows. he always does. the man has been reading you like a playbook since college.
so with a sigh he picks up both of your plates, making easy work of switching them. this is also a reoccurring affair. joe always orders something he knows youâll enjoy, pretty much expecting you not to like your exotic choices. he never tells you this of course. but heâs not picky, so no harm no foul.
you frown down at your new dinner, as much as it looks delicious, you feel bad taking your boyfriendâs food. âno joey you donât have to do that. iâll eat it i swear!â
joe just gives you an affectionate eye roll, tapping your thigh a few times under the table, âeat baby.â he gently commands, picking up a fork and beginning to eat your rejected meal. his hand lingers, and you intertwine it with yours, leaning over and placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. you murmur a thank you against his skin, joe hums in response.
unbeknownst to you both, the people across from you were tuned in to the entire exhange. sharing amused glances with JJ, who just shrugs, âtheyâve always been like this.â
the two of you resume eating, when the man across from joe speaks up in an amused tone, âso how long?â
joe looks up, confusion written on his face, âexcuse me?â he swallows a bite and decides youâre right. this isnât good at all, but heâs gonna eat every bite.
the man chuckles, sipping his drink. âsorry i didnât mean to pry. itâs just, you two remind me of me and my wife early on in our marriage. i just assumed you must be newlyweds.â
the words catch your attention and your eyes turn into saucers. newlyweds? did the two of you really act married? the idea of being joeâs for life, officially; your stomach twists in lovesick knots. sure youâve definitely thought about it. after all, youâve been by his side for almost 5 years now. but you didnât know where joe stood when it came to life long commitment. the idea that he might not want that with you, is sorta frightening. you donât have time to overthink it though, a couple of ladies pulling you back into busy conversation.
justin gives joe a knowing smirk. he holds a hand up and wiggles his fingers, pretending heâs wearing a ring. an action he used to do back when joe would ditch them to hang out with you after lsu practices.
youâre so preoccupied you donât notice joeâs hand playing with yours a little later into the meal. he takes one of your daily rings off of your index finger, slipping it onto the special one next to your pinky. he twirls it around a couple times, smiling fondly.
the rest of your days abroad pass in pictures of time. you and joe eating croissants early in the morning. sneaking kisses in your hotels elevator. joe asking if he had anything in his teeth before walking in a backless suit.
âwere you planning on smiling on the runway babe?â you teased.
joe just shrugs, âmaybe. itâs hard not to when i know youâre watching me.â
before you know it, itâs the vogue world after party, marking your last night before returning to the states. the night is lots of fun, full of mingling and laughter. althoughâŚthereâs something up with your boyfriend. youâre not sure what, but he seems almost anxious. itâs usually out of joeâs character to be antsy, they call him joe cool for a reason. heâs been fidgety, bouncing his knee up and down every time the two of you were sitting. heâs quiet, but still sweet to you in a way thatâs reassuring you that heâs okay. you blame his odd behavior on exhaustion, or maybe his social battery draining. maybe even the strobe lights are giving him a headache, which is bittersweet because they make his blues shine so well.
itâs well past midnight, and youâre sitting on joeâs lap wearing a black dress that compliments his outfit. youâre chatting with some people while
your boyfriend sits silently. you have no idea, but his mind is running a mile a second. one of his hands is wrapped around your waist, the other twirling stands of your hair that sit against the back of your dress. his heart thumps against his chest as he uses his leverage against you to raise himself up. he takes a deep breath, and leans his body forward to reach your ear. âyou wanna get out of here?â deep voice rumbles from his chest and tickles your ear. it makes a shiver run up your spine.
you turn your head to look behind you, your noses are almost touching this way. the loose curl sitting against his forehead is begging you to brush it away. you resist the urge.
âsure babe, if youâre ready?â
joe looks at you with a look so full of adoration you think you might melt. he presses a quick kiss to your lips, âiâm ready. i already called the car.â
paris is stunning late at night, lights twinkling across the city. joe watches you stare out the cab window. he looks at you the way he has all night, full of love and an indescribable devotion. youâre so mesmerized by the landscape you donât even notice youâve passed your hotel until joe clears his throat.
your eyebrows furrow in confusion when joe turns your head to face him. âdo you trust me?â the question is serious, but his voice is kind of rocky. like heâs nervous. but what for?
you nod your head with a laugh, âof course joey. why?â
joe smiles and deflects from the question. âalright. close your eyes for me then.â
now youâre really confused. you tilt your head at him, watching as the smile remains on his face. heâs really waiting on you to close your eyes. well, you choose to honor you words, closing your eyes tightly. youâre guessing a surprise is in store.
you feel the car slow to a stop. your hands drum on your lap, anticipation building in your gut.
joe places a hand on your thigh. âdonât get out yet, iâll come around and get you.â
you nod your head, eyes still clenched to prove your honesty. you hear a car door shut and footsteps coming closer.
joe takes a deep breath, crisp night air filling his lungs. a shaky hand grips your car door, pulling it open.
you hear joe thank the driver, before he gently takes hold of your hands. he guides you to stand and step out of the car. you hear the cab drive away and your heart thumping in your ears.
the warmth of joeâs hands covers your eyes, making you laugh. whatever this surprise is, joeâs pretty adamant in not wanting you to spoil it.
you begin walking forward at joes command. âwe almost there?â
you feel your body turn to the right, and suddenly the presence of his hands disappears.
âalright. open emââ he backs away from you, hands shoved into black pants.
you open your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the lights blinking all over the place. you gasp at whatâs in front of you, your eyes trailing upwards. âjoeâŚyouâŚâ
he grants you a chuckle, eyes crinkling in the way you adored. âyou didnât think weâd leave before i let you see the eiffel tower did you?â
you just stare at the beautiful structure in front of you, trying to convince yourself it was real. thereâs something so breathtaking about being in front of something youâve only seen in photos.
joe is staring at you with the same fascination that youâre giving a wonder of the world. 5 years and you still make the confidence flee from him. you take his breath away simply by being well, you. heâs been a nervous wreck all day. but staring at you right now, in the middle of paris. heâs never been so sure of anything.
youâre rubbing your bare arms, but the cold isnât even bothering you.
that doesnât matter to joe. he slips his charcoal jacket off, draping it over your shoulders. you feel strong arms around you, a comfortable warmth covering you. joe rests his chin on your shoulder, turning and placing a few kisses on your cheek. his nose cold against your skin, but you still welcome the contact.
a content sigh escapes you, âitâs so stunning, isnât it? thereâs something so romantic about it.â
joe nods, but to be honest heâs barely even glanced at the tower. he calls your name, his voice cracking is like a bullet shooting through his ego.
you turn to face him, a grin on your face. âi know i keep saying it but thank you. thank you so much for bringing me here.â
joeâs response doesnât miss a beat, âiâd take you anywhere. i want to take you everywhere, show you the world. thatâs what you deserve.â
the sincerity of his words coupled with the setting make your heart soar. suddenly he unravels himself from you. you turn around to face him confused. you open your mouth to question him but he interrupts you by grabbing your hands, squeezing them with his own.
âi love you. iâve loved you for 5 years and somehow i still love you more each day. youâre the best part of me. you make me a better man, and i wanna be that man for you, always.â joeâs voice is strained as if heâs getting emotional. itâs so rare to see from him. the fact that heâs getting choked up over you. his love for you nonetheless, you feel your own throat tighten. you feel your eyes well up with tears. joe brings your intertwined hands to rest against his chest, his heart pounding in a way heâs sure you feel. the night air sweeps his hair around, that single curl waving at you.
âthe first time i thought you to ohio, i saw howmuch my family loved youâŚand i realized something.â
that was only 6 months into your relationship. a spring break in march that joe wanted to spend with his family. he asked you to tag along and although you were petrified, you agreed. youâve never felt nervous around his family after that, quite the opposite actually.
suddenly joe steps back from you, a hand reaching into his pocket. the implication of whatâs happening makes your mouth dry up. itâs like youâre frozen, just staring at him with wide eyes.
âiâi went out and got this as soon as we got back to baton rouge. iâve held on to it all this timeâŚ.and i brought it with me because i thought well, when in france. right?â joe tries his best to keep his voice steady, a nervous chuckle escaping him. and sure enough, a little black, velvet box appears in his hand.
a hand flies to your mouth, and you look around as if a camera crew is going to appear and tell you youâre being pranked. but alas, itâs just you, joe, and the eiffel tower.
âjoeâŚ.â the tears are definitely flowing now, silently down your face. you couldnât believe your eyes. this was really happening. right now. in paris at almost 2 in the morning.
you watch as joe gets down on one knee. he tries to tame his trembling hands as he opens the little box, but to no avail. the quarterback that is usually so collected, has crumbled down to mush that you hold in the palm of your hand.
joe perches the box in between his hands, early morning moonlight dances across the diamond ring.
he breathes your name like a prayer, âi meant what i said. i would want to do this. or anything, with anyone else. i want to be yours forever if youâll have me. so angel, would you do me the honor of being my wife?â
joe flashes you that boyish smile that you fell in love with all those years ago. itâs then that you realize it isnât just joe kneeling before you.
itâs the handsome transfer student from ohio that asks you where bronson hall is. itâs the boy that invites you to watch him play football, and forgets to mention heâs the new star quarterback. itâs the guy your friends ask about when youâre blushing at brunch. itâs the teary eyed heisman trophy winner who thanks you in his speech. itâs the cincinnati bengal who trusts you decorate the new apartment you share together. itâs the guy that plays catch with your younger family members at thanksgiving. itâs your boyfriend that invited you to france. itâs your joe.
this is the easiest question youâve ever been asked.
âyes. oh my fucking god! a million times yes!â you exclaim, heels clicking the pavement as you jump up and down a couple of times. youâre confused when you look down and see joe still kneeling below you, his grin rivaling the city lights. then you realize, you donât have the ring on yet. âoh fuck which hand is it?!â your brain is so frazzled, you just stick both hands out toward him.
joe gently grabs your left hand, ring perfectly slipping onto your ring finger. he admires it for a moment and places a kiss on your knuckles.
heâs standing up straight for less than a second before youâre pouncing on him, throwing your arms around him. you pull his neck down toward you, crashing your lips together in a bruising kiss.
joe returns your affection quickly. hands find home holding your face, thumbs dusting away tears. this kiss is different than any youâve had in the past. itâs a seal. a promise. a sign of your devotion to one another deepening after tonight.
the two of you stay like that for a moment. so caught up in one another. the anticipation of a lifetime together makes you feel as light as a feather.
the two of you break away with sharp inhales, crisp air filling your lungs. you remove your hands from his neck, instead grabbing his in your own and giving a laugh at their state, âbabe. youâre shaking.â
joe nods, tongue darting out to lick his lips. he gives your hands a squeeze. âyeah well. good thing i got you to keep me steady.â
the ride back to the hotel is full of giggles and light touches. the ring on your finger is like a magnet to your eyes. you canât look away, even as joe is extra affectionate; kissing all over your cheek and the side of your neck. youâre so full of love it feels hard to breathe.
âhey joey?â
your boyfriend fiancĂŠe pulls his head back to look you in the eyes, âyeah, pretty?â
you put your now ring clad hand on joeâs chest. he looks down at it with a smirk, before meeting your eyes once again.
âwhat do you think about that backless suit for the wedding?â
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Anonymous: PLEASE MORE DAD ART AND PREGNANT READER
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Notes đ : fluff | breeding kink-ish | dilf Art | I think we all can agree Art is a certified girl dad, so this is heavy on that. Also ! Since in my first dad Art fic he and reader have a two year old, weâre gonna continue that plot line & also give her a flower name to match Lilyâs đ¤ this was cuteee to write.
You and Art couldnât say youâd been too taken back by your little surprise.
Everything had just been getting settled when Lily began tennis lessons after school and Paisley, your smallest baby, had been getting out of the way just in time for the news. It wasnât that you and your husband were even trying for another baby, especially with how your busy family life could be. And soon enough, Arts championship season being only just around the corner â but you could actually admit, you did often dream of another baby to keep you and your husband on your toes.
So, with the last couple of weeks, that rooted feeling deep down that you just knew you were pregnant was getting harder and harder to ignore.
The night you found out your womb had in fact been no longer empty, youâd been coming home from dinner with Art when not even a couple seconds after stepping through the front door you got sick. And without any precaution, Art rushed to the store to get a handful of pregnancy tests for you. Each of which all came back with the same result. And your poor overtly anxious man couldnât take the responsibility of waiting for you to tell him what the results were showing â Art even wanted to be in the bathroom with you while you were taking them, read your expression right then and there so his heart would stop beating in anticipation so quickly. But being the princess you always could be, you made him wait outside anyways.
âBaby.. Baby, whatâs going on ? Talk to me.. are you okay ? Is-is it positive ? â Arts concerned muffled voice from the other side of the door chimed in every couple of minutes that weâre probably only seconds, heâs preciously just been begging you to let him, he promised to turn around even while you took the tests. And though you werenât in complete shock of the results in your hand, that feeling still wouldnât ever become not indescribable. You chuckled softly with steadied tears forming in your ducts, as you knew you husband had to have been freaking out on the other side of that door.
âArt, youâve got to chill. Okay ?â You say as you were completely not chilling.
Art went from having his ear pressed against the wood to hear you, to resting his forehead there with a deep exhale. His palms clenching and unclenching. âCan I just come in ? Please ?â Your husband asked softly, and you sincerely couldnât hold off the news from him any longer as you stared at the three positive tests in your hands.
âOkay, fine..â
When Art finally opened the door slowly, he saw you look up at him as you stood with your smile ear to ear while you wiped away a tear falling down your face. He could feel his heart skip a couple beats right then. Art walked over to you with his wide doe eyes already being filled with euphoria.
âYes ? Is- - it a yeah ?â Your husband whispered out as he searched your face for more signals and you bit your lip feverishly with a joyous smile tucked underneath, nodding as your husband approached you and you stood to your toes, wrapping your arms around Arts neck and he practically swung himself around your figure. The man blissfully lifted you up from the ground, leaving squeals to exit your lungs along with the happiest tears.
âWeâre having another baby!â You choked on your own giggles mixed with sobs, Art closed his eyes and brought you in to plant his face into your shoulder as he hugged you tighter than he maybe ever has. He just let the wondrous news wash over him right then.
âOh, baby,â your husband breathed out in the heat of your skin as he held you, his everything, carrying his third child.
The blonde pulled back to look at your expression again. He panted as his excitement was bouncing within him and it was almost like had to make sure he wasnât just about dreaming by now. Your own eyes glistened with your ecstatic smile, you cupped his face in your palms, noticing your husbandâs teary eyes looking into you.
âweâre having another ? Really ?â Art questioned with a soft but breathy tone.
âYes. My love, round two is happening. For real.â You beamed and Art melted into you again as you laughed fondly and squeezed your arms around him.
âMy god, I knew it.. I just knew it, baby.â Art peppered kisses down your shoulders like he could worship your being right then. Taking your hands and kissing them too. âYouâre so beautiful, the babyâs beautiful, this is all- - amazing, I canât believe it.â Your smile grew along side Arts as he set you down on the bathroom counter behind the two of you.
âYouâre not even a little bit upset, are you ? I know it wonât be like planned⌠since your gonna play this season you wonât be home as much before the birth like you were with Paisley.â
You eyes followed Art as he shook his head and snaked his hands around your waist, thumbs even gently caressing your tummy which made your blush heighten.
âNo, no- this is like planned, angel. We wanted another little one at some point and the âright timingâ is just a myth. I donât care, I promise Iâll make time, love. Yeah ?â
You felt butterflies fill up your senses as Art spoke so tenderly to you, eyes full with emotions of gratitude for you being the one he gets to bring love into the world with. Grateful for you letting him be the father to your beyond gorgeous kids. You couldnât have gotten luckier.
You rested your forehead against Arts as you simpered under his caress and he brought his lips to smooch yours sweetly.
Being a wife was always in your queue for your future â but being a mother to the tennis starâs children was a true blessing with just how much Art truly loved being a dad. When it was time for you both to tell Lily about her new sibling, explaining to her that her dad was having another baby with someone who wasnât her mom was always interesting to see the way her little brain could comprehend it all, but she handled it so well. Lilyâs a sweetheart and she loved you like a mom, and you loved her as one of your own.
Art reminded her that she was always going to be his greatest love in life â it was achingly sweet to see her feel so safe with the two of you and her half sister also being her best friend. They grow together every day. Youâre a family and bringing a new addition to something already so perfect was going to be that next chapter of your lives making it all tie together.
A couple months passing by and there had been so much your little crew had been up to with all the perks of getting ready for the new baby, and even just getting around all of your schedules. You told Art you wanted him to be able to play this season, feel like you were secure enough even in your second trimester to be home with the girls and handle the pregnancy alone on the day to day. But Art was always thinking ahead â made sure you knew heâd pass up. Tennis could wait if something as important as you going through any difficulties carrying the baby, or simply anything that heâd need to be home with you for. So even though all your checkups and ultrasounds went stunningly, youâd been feeling better than ever before with a healthy baby and a bump that was perfect to your body and daily lifestyle, once it was confirmed you were having another baby girl, Art stepped down from campaigning to compete this season.
He was too over the moon about it all. He became a full time stay at home dad to be with all four of his girls.
One afternoon when youâd been taking a rest with your two year old who was napping alongside you, and Lily bad been with her mom for a few hours â youâd noticed Art disappeared for a while not just so he didnât wake you and Paisley, but busy with something else. So when you waddled your way around to search for him, you found your husband in the nursery. Hunched by Paisleyâs crib with a measuring tape in hand, wearing his glasses that he brought out when he was getting serious with his cooking skills or helping out around the house. It made your smile widen across your lips as you leaned in the door frame to observe how occupied he was with whatever he was doing.
âWhat are you up to, Mr. Donaldson ?â
Art heard your sweet yet sleepy voice, like honey to him, the blonde faced you with a grin as you strolled over while holding your stomach.
You reached to run your fingers through his curls, disheveled as he started letting his hair grow out now that he was home and you were more than into how it took on his boyish but manly look in a new way. His eyes ran over you, icy and in love with just the way you looked at him.
âIâm starting on our little girls crib. I wanna do it by hand, and- - you can paint it however you want.â He beamed down at your figure as his sideways smile showcased his teeth, you giggled softly.
âIâm sure itâll be just fine if she and Paisley share a crib, right ? Sheâll be closer to her sister and itâll save you time, energy.. building a crib from the bottom up is a lot of work.â
Art pulled you closer into him with one hand, the other placing his pen just above his ear and you bit down on your bottom lip at just the sight. âBut I have enough time and energy to put towards it, sweets... If I can give my girls the world, I will. And I want to do that for her. Itâll be so fun. You know it will.â
Art was the kind of man who just wanted to give to the people he loved. The ones most important to him and it was a priority that since he had the funds and the access to give you and his daughterâs whatever was needed to make you the most comfortable and happy, he would. It was why you didnât mind giving him as many more as he wanted. He was the best husband and dad a girl could ask for.
He leaned in to kiss your cheek then near your ear, warm hands on you immediately and your fond smile grew as they went to rub around your bump with tenderness. Art wanted to stay connected with his new little girl as early as possible. Always kissing, hugging and talking to your tummy on the daily like sheâs already been born. It could of made you cry that someone loved you, and all versions of mini youâs so much. These past few months with him has been the softest youâve ever experienced with your lover.
It was a little hard not to constantly get emotional on how grateful youâd been â but you blamed it mostly on the fact that you are pregnant after all, and can get away with tears.
Art still made you get flustered even now when he did little gestures like this with you.
Your husband took your hands in his as he led you to the rocking chair nearby the crib and sat, of course bringing you to relax on his lap with him while going in for another kiss. Holding the back of the blondes head with a sugary smile you melted your lips with his till you only pulled away to speak. âYou sure Iâm not too heavy ?â
âNever,â Art chuckled as he went to peck your girly smile again. âLetâs not pretend like you wonât end up here again anyways, I ought to get used to it.â
âArtie!â You pushed on his chest as he laughed and you joined him, not even surprised by the fact he was already thinking about getting you pregnant again while being less than six months in with his current baby.
âWhat !? Wouldnât you agree ?â
âI mean, I canât say Iâd be up to stop any time soon..â you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip while holding your own wrists around his shoulders. Art held you close, thumb rubbing at your waist like always as he eyed you down, tongue darting out just before licking over his lip in carnality of you. It was like you could feel the exact moment when your face had the reaction of falling flustered under his gaze. Thinking about the day Art wouldnât make you blush terribly was non-existent in times like these.
âYeah ? You gonna make me a daddy a couple more times, pretty girl ?â Arts tone lowered as he grinned into the side of your neck, going to pepper kisses on to your skin as he held you on him. You were so used to the way he could go from zero to a hundred once he was alone with you. You laughed and leaned into his tender smooches, but kept a hand on his torso to keep the man at a warning distance.
âCareful, Donaldson⌠Iâm learning that I get pregnant very easily and this baby needs her daddy first.â
Art chuckled but slightly groaned as he let up only a bit from nibbling on your neck, his hand rested there on your stomach due to your caution, âmmm, but you know that doesnât scare me, baby. I donât want to be careful. Wanting to have a fuck ton of babies with my gorgeous wife canât be a crime.â
âYou canât say that in the babyâs room!â You laughed.
âWeâre the only ones in here!â
You two were a giggling mess in the corner of the nursery. Youâd blushed like crazy at your husbands choice of words and feverish attraction to you like this. All pretty, in his lap, with your flowy dresses, healthiest smelling hair, belly round and full with his love for you, he couldnât even fathom getting tired of it any time soon.
The blonde never even dared to keep his hands off of you, ever. No matter what time of the of the day or night, he was getting you somewhere private and alone. Even if it was just under an hour, he couldnât resist. In moments when you felt your most unworthy of a fun time, Art still had it over you that he was so down bad for your sexiness even domestically. It drove him to be painfully obsessive with wanting you all to himself. So he was totally right.
You would end up here again in no time.
It had partially been your fault with the way you egged him on. It was radical the way Art loved just being called daddy. By the girls, you saw the way his face lit up and the sparkle in his eye enhanced whenever they called him just by seeing him first thing in the morning as he made breakfast for you all. Proud and ready to kiss your two year old. Make her heart or princess shaped pancakes. He adored her and Lilyâs âadd more sprinkles, daddy.â even at eight am. His endearing smiles and effort would confirm it all. And of course even when you referred to him as daddy, especially in other settings, heâd be precisely pleased as well.
With the maids you usually had around the house being paid but laid off seeing as Art thought there would be no need since he was home to clean up after the girls â you always naturally fell into picking up their toys and doing their hair, dressing them every day as a motherly instinct, but Art wanted you off your feet as often as possible.
He made it his responsibility to clean up around the place before you could get to it and even make fun games out of it with the girls so theyâd get used to tidying up even without a maid. Brushing their hair at night before bed he never skipped, and attending to their bath time on the dot. Of course you couldnât help yourself to help out even if he insisted, it was in those little moments you got to cherish Art for all he was as a husband. It was the sweetest you might had ever seen a man in your life put into his duties.
Shopping was plentiful of fun too when Art wanted to take you and the girls out for the day. He figured the baby would need new clothes once she arrived as youâd been nearing your third trimester and making room for it even with the shower gifts youâd surely receive.
âHold hands, girls.â
âOkay, mommy!â came from Lily and Paisley as they hurried out of the house before you and Art. They were always over the moon to go shopping knowing Art would get them whatever it was they wanted, even if you protested because they have more than enough doll houses and friendship bracelet kits. Heâd still find a way to sneak them toys and Barbieâs being as you couldnât complain once he already bought it. You should of learned to give up now when it was obvious heâd never stop spoiling all of you.
âYou canât spoil them to death this time, Art.â
âI canât keep any promises, you know that.â
Your husband scoffed and you rolled your eyes playfully with a small titter. One of his hands carrying the car seat and the other was placed on the small of your back as he guided you from the front door towards the car, his pearly smile showing as he kept an eye on the girls.
Art opened up the doors for the three of you, âalright, ready ?â He grinned before reaching to pick up the little girls in his arms, they bursted in squealed and giggles as he loaded them into the car. You got yourself in as well and the corner of your lips stretched with a smile as you observed the way he made sure every day was special for them â their faces showing just how much they adored their dad.
âGive the Cinderella one to daddy,â you heard Lily mention to her sister while Art was finishing up buckling her into the car seat. Paisley causally took the sticker and placed it on Arts cheek while giggling through her pacifier.
âThank you, princess.â The blonde laughed before reaching over to make sure Lily put her seatbelt on correctly, he carried a soft smile. âI want you to start making sure your sisters are all buckled in when we go on car rides, sweets. Youâre getting bigger and mommyâs going to need your help watching for the little ones, okay ?â
âOkay, daddy.â Lily nodded gladly in response to Art. You admired the way he spoke to her so gently about everything and maintained their relationship beautifully. You had no doubt in your mind heâd keep it up years from now with all of your kids. He circled the car to check on you with an endearing little look on his face. âYou all good, my love ?â Your husband spoke to you with lightness as he placed his hand on the top of the car to lean into you a bit and your eyes meet his lovingly, heâd been taking you in as he always did and you simper at his charm.
âIâm okay, Prince Charming.â You noted to the sticker stuck to his face with a soft giggle, Art smirked before pressing a kiss to your lips tenderly.
âOne for you.â He never forgot to kiss your stomach as well, making you feel treasured for the last couple of months of this new journey with him. âAnd one for you.â Art happily prided himself before closing your door to get in the drivers seat. Not even a minute after youâd been out the driveway, he grabbed your delicate hand to hold in his, pressing a few kisses there as he drove.
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I have a request could you do where the reader is dating Jack Hughes and she is a singer and she is on tour and the whole Hughes family pull up to her concert and Trevor and Cole come too and he just can;t stop smiling up at her and after the consent they have a Taylor and Travis moment where he is everyone is waiting for her and she runs up to Jack to hug him
[ the alchemy ] j. hughes
âž paring : Jack Hughes x famous!fem!reader
âž summary : after boyfriend Jack, his family and a couple of his friends, reader runs up to him after and confirming the rumors surrounding their relationship
âž warning(s) : a pov switch, an occasional use of ây/nâ in Jackâs pov
âž authorâs note : been wantinggg to write something like this so ty anon for sending this in. also, iâm just using the alchemy as an original song for our reader in this fic. literally no other taylor song will be used lmaooo
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âŚJackâs POV âŚ
He hasnât been back to Jersey since before the shoulder surgery that took him out for the last handful of games of the season. There's a sense of dĂŠjĂ vu when his flight from Michigan lands. Jack feels good though, unlike the last time he was in Jersey, and has been medically cleared to resume light activity.
Light activity means attending his girlfriendâs first show of three at MetLife without his sling on. He has yet to see her play on this insane tour sheâs been on for the past few months because of the surgery and watching the Canucks in the playoffs.
Jackâs been good and has been following his doctorâs orders so he feels like this would be a good way to celebrate.
After reaching out to his girlfriendâs security team, Jack got his family and a couple of friends permission to be in the VIP tent for one show. He has full access to the tent being her boyfriend, but he has to get permission to bring friends or family that arenât her friends or family that is already on the list. He asked for his request to be kept between them since heâs trying to surprise her.
Will she find out anyway? Probably. Heâs a big name in the hockey world, especially in New Jersey. Jackâs pretty sure the news will spread when he shows up before her set with his family. Especially with all the rumors surrounding their relationship.
Trevor and Cole even fly into Jersey after Jack told them that they could come to the show if they wanted. He picks them up from Newark International that morning. He goes to Lukeâs apartment instead of the apartment he shares with (Y/N) since the two of them might want some privacy after the show. Quinn and his parents are already there when he walks in with his friends.
His mom sits with Quinn and Luke on his couch when he walks in with his friends. Trevor and Cole greet the oldest and youngest Hughes while Jack collapses on the couch beside his mom.
âDoes your shoulder hurt?â Ellen questions. âBecause I brought your medicine with us-â
âItâs okay,â Jack tells his mom. âI brought some with me and took one before I picked up Trevor and Cole. It feels good right now.â
She nods while Trevor and Cole put their things away in Lukeâs only extra bedroom.
Jack has no idea what their sleeping arrangements are going to be tonight but he knows that their parents got a hotel room nearby while Quinn, Trevor, and Cole all stay at Lukeâs. He offered them the extra bedrooms in the apartment he shares with his girlfriend but they told him that they werenât interested in hearing what happens when they get home after the show. He wasnât going to press on the issue so he dropped it.
Around three, Jack leaves Lukeâs apartment with Trevor and Cole. The trio head to his shared apartment because he knows that (Y/N) has left to go to the arena. Jack is very much aware of when she leaves for shows. She likes to get there early to soundcheck, costume try ons, do a little rehearsal backstage, and decompress before a show. Especially one this big.
He changes out of his casual t-shirt and loose sport shorts into something more presentable. He throws on a dark blue button up and a pair of jeans. He puts on a hat and a pair of white sneakers to complete the look.
Of course, his friends tease him about his outfit.
âYou could go without the hat,â Trevor says. âI mean, youâre seeing your girlfriend for the first time in how long and youâre wearing a hat? She likes your matted hair for whatever reason.â
He rolls his eyes. âMy hair is not matted,â he retorts. âSometimes a little greasy from sweating and being trapped under a helmet but not matted.â
Cole laughs and Jack grabs his keys from the little table by the door. âJust saying,â Trevor replies. âJust looking out for you, Jacky. All eyes are going to be on you until your girl comes on stage tonight.â
He nearly shuts and locks them in his apartment for the night after that.
â§ď˝Ľďž: *â§ď˝Ľďž:*
⌠readerâs POV âŚ
Another show, another city. She loves touring and love interacting with the people that gave her this opportunity, but it takes a toll on her after a while. Sheâs exhausted and she hasnât even made it to the European leg of the tour yet.
Plus, itâs hard being away from family and friends for weeks and months at time. She hasnât seen her parents since before she left to tour and FaceTime has become her best friend when she wants to talk to any of her friends or her boyfriend. Especially her boyfriend.
There are no words to express how much she misses Jack and being able to be with him.
She misses their movie nights where they'd fall asleep on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on one of their laps and the next morning it would be all over the floor. She misses the late night cuddles and morning kisses. She even misses when Jack would be late for bed after coming home from a game and he'd just watch film from said game. She loves to join him and he just talks her through every play. It's how she learned more than just the hockey basics that she already knew from watching with her dad when she was younger.
While she's in her dressing room after rehearsals and soundcheck, she pulls out her phone and text Jack since he's been on her mind for a little bit.
hughesy ⥠- 3:04 pm miss you. wish you were here tn
hughesy ⥠- 3:06 pm wish i was there too. you're gonna kill it like you always do (i've been living on tiktok since tour started so i can watch videos people post)
hughesy ⥠- 3:10 pm still. wish you could be here tn. i'd like to see you in the crowd at least once before i leave for the european part of the tour :((
hughesy ⥠- 3:13 pm you will. pinky promise
hughesy ⥠- 3:14 pm can't break a pinky promise, jack
hughesy ⥠- 3:16 pm you know i don't. i love you. see you soon đ¤
With a light sigh at Jack's promise to see her on tour, she puts down her phone and leans back where she sits on the loveseat. Her eyes close for a second and she imagines Jack being in the crowd for one of her shows. Especially after she debuts her new song tonight that she wrote with Jack in mind.
She should probably tell him that she wrote a song about him that will basically confirm their entire relationship. She wrote it to sound like sports in general but everyone will know that it's about Jack. They've all but publicly confirmed their relationship at this point so everyone will absolutely know that the song is about Jack.
The next few hours fly by as she begins to get into her first costume of the night -- a sparkly silver bodysuit made with thin fabric and a pair of matching heeled ankle boots. Hair and makeup come in as soon as she's dressed to get her ready for the several hour show she's about to put on in the hot New Jersey air since it's the dead of summer.
By eight, she's itching to get on stage in front of her hometown crowd. She's underneath the stage with a microphone waiting for her cue to go up.
Her music begins to play and the lights go out. The crowd screams as her platform begins to rise. She pops up right before the lights go on and she opens the show with one of the first songs she ever released when she was literally a 16-year-old out of New York. No one had ever heard her before and a record label took a risk on her after a couple of YouTube covers that got maybe 100 views each.
After her first song, she glances at the VIP tent to see who decided to come. She sees a handful of her Hollywood friends that live in New York City, one or two of her friends that she's made in Jersey over the past few years.
Then she sees Trevor Zegras. Cole Caufield stands in front of him. Luke and Quinn come into view next. Jack is right behind his brothers. Ellen and Jim are with them as well. She can't help but smile when she sees Jack.
The crowd around the tent turns and looks to see what she's smiling at. They lose it and she hears shouts of "Jack Hughes" from that area of the crowd.
Her band begins to play the next song and she jumps right back into the show. Jack being at the show is on the back of her mind. She forgot how good he looks without his arm in a sling. He looks really good, and she can't do anything about it right now.
The surprise portion of the night comes too quickly, but she's excited now that she knows that Jack is in the crowd for her debuting song.
She stands in front of her microphone stand and glances toward the tent where Jack stands. The crowd talks amongst themselves while she prepares herself for the next few minutes.
Everything is going to change in about five minutes.
"I have been debating giving you guys this song since I wrote it a few months ago," she begins to say into her mic. "It's one of my favorite songs that I have ever written, and you will understand why soon. This song is very much unreleased and this is the first time it has ever seen daylight so please be gentle with her. This is my gift to you for everything you have given me over the last few years. This is called 'The Alchemy'."
The crowd absolutely loses their minds when she's done talking. The beginning chords begin to play and she begins to sing these words live for the very first time.
This happens once every few lifetimes These chemicals hit me like white wine
What if I told you I'm back? The hospital was a drag Worst sleep that I ever had I circled you on a map I haven't come around in so long But I'm coming back so strong
Every so often, she turns her head toward the tent like she's singing the song to Jack. It's really to check on his reaction to the song. She spots the huge smile on her boyfriend's face and she mirrors it as she sings.
Flashlights are in the air as she sings since the crowd doesn't know the words. This is what she means by the connection she has with her audience. They always find a way to participate in the show, and she loves them for it. They are what makes this fun.
So when I touch down Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team Ditch the clowns, get the crown Baby I'm the one to beat Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?
The crowd loses their minds when they hear the sports reference. She grins before she begins the second verse, once again glancing over at Jack. Trevor is saying something to him, but Jack's eyes are on her. He nods at whatever Trevor is saying without even looking at him.
Her smile grows as she begins her favorite part of the song. She turns her head and looks directly at Jack in the tent.
Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads Beer sticking to the floor Cheers chanted, cause they said There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me
As soon as the last line leaves her mouth, the crowd is deafening. She smiles as she's met with such a positive reaction to the song. The crowd gets even louder when the song actually ends. She takes a step back and takes in this moment because it's going to live with her for a very long time.
The crowd keeps the same kind of intensity for the rest of the show, which is about another hour at least. She may have pushed it a little longer as a thank you to the crowd for being so kind to her.
A part of her can't wait to get off stage to greet her boyfriend for the first time in months. She told security to go get him, his family, and his friends from the tent during the last song because she can't wait any longer to hug him, kiss him, and tell him how much she loves and missed him.
She doesn't care how many eyes will be on her when she goes running to him backstage. She just confirmed their entire relationship to millions of people, maybe even billions of people. The last thing she's worried about is how many pairs of eyes are on her when she sees Jack for the first time since his surgery.
The platform she's standing on at the end of the show goes down under the stages once she's done thanking the crowd, her band, her dancers, and her backup singers. She scrambles off of it before it stops moving and is off running to find Jack.
Her heels click as she runs under the stage. She's blinded by the stadium lights when she emerges backstage. Some of the crowd that can see her cheers for her when they see her. It happens at all of her shows. Her eyes scan the entire area before they land on Jack talking with younger brother Luke outside the tent that leads back into the stadium and the dressing room areas. She takes off sprinting.
Jack glances in her direction and smiles when he sees her. The crowd notices him and gets even louder when they realize who is waiting for her.
When she gets to him, she throws herself around him. Suddenly, it becomes just the two of them alone in the world. She buries her face in the crook of his neck and closes her eyes. Jack wraps his arms around her, one of his hands cradling the back of her neck.
"Told you I never break my pinky promises," Jack mumbles into her ear through her hair.
She pulls back and cups his jaw in her hands. Jack dries the tears that she didn't even know began to roll down her cheeks. "You're really here," she says, her voice shaky and hoarse from the show. "I can't believe you're really here."
He grins and nods. "I'm here, and I'd really like it if you would kiss me because I have been waiting months to kiss you," he tells her.
She captures his lips in a long kiss with no hesitation. The remaining crowd loses their minds above her and she smiles as Jack reciprocates the kiss. It's a kiss that's on the quicker side but it feels like an eternity.
"Are you ready for all this?" she questions, motioning around her as she asks the question. "You've always been watching behind the curtain but are you ready for all the eyes to be on you?"
"It's not much different than the eyes I already have on me," he admits. "I already have a ton of eyes on me so yes, I'm ready to share this entire life with you. Now that I've seen you on stage, I don't think I'll be able to stop watching you. You looked stunning up there."
The biggest grin forms on her face. "I missed you, Jack," she tells him. "So much."
"You're not going months without seeing me again," he promises. "I'll make sure of it."
And she believes every single word.
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The Metal Touch
summary: What begins as intrigue and banter with Jinx quickly turns into something deeperâa mix of fire and vulnerability as her metal touch becomes both comfort and thrill.
Pairing: Jinx x Fem!reader
Wordcount: 6.5k
Authors note: I don't I really feel like I gave her finger justice but oh well, I tried. more fics are on the way guys I just cant stop writing with the new amazing content of season two đ also I didn't proof read 3 times, thats what I usually do, so if its bad thats why.
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The dimly lit workshop buzzed quietly with the sound of metal grinding against metal. Jinx tinkered with her mechanical finger, her expression an intense blend of fascination and frustration. Every so often, she muttered something under her breath, adjusting a bolt or tightening a screw, her usual bravado toned down by the meticulousness of her task.
âAlmost got it,â she mumbled, her fingers moving with surprising finesse over the intricate mechanisms. Sparks flickered, and you instinctively reached out to brush them away from her, grinning when she looked up with a smirk.
âAfraid Iâll break, toots?â she teased, her eyes glinting with that familiar, playful gleam.
âNot afraidâjust making sure my girlfriend stays in one piece,â you reply, nudging her shoulder. âBesides, not everyone has a cybernetic finger to work with.â
Jinx rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. âCome on, whereâs your faith?â she quipped, giving her finger one last twist and holding it up for a test. She flexed it, and to your relief, it worked without a hitch. âSee? Perfectly fine.â
âYeah, for now,â you teased, reaching out to take her hand in yours, feeling the cool metal of her finger against your skin. She didnât pull away, her gaze softening as you laced your fingers together, careful of the mechanics but not the least bit shy.
She grinned, standing up from her chair and tugging you closer by the hand until your faces were inches apart. âGuess I should thank my pretty assistant, then,â she murmured, her voice low, as her free hand reached up to cup your face.
Your cheeks warmed under her touch, and before you could come up with a clever reply, she closed the gap, kissing you softly yet confidently, Her lips curled into a smile against yours. Your hands found their way to her waist, holding her close
âYou make this stuff look easy, you know?â you whispered when you pulled back, catching your breath.
Jinx shrugged, as if it was nothing, but the way she held onto you said otherwise. "I donât know, you make it easier.â
She kissed you again, and as the machines hummed around you, it felt like, for a moment, the whole world was just the two of you, tucked away in the quiet workshop, right where you belonged.
The workshop seemed to shrink, leaving just the two of you in the dim light and soft whirring of machines. Jinxâs lips brushed yours again, but this time, there was a fierceness that hadnât been there beforeâa sense of urgency you felt all the way down to your toes. Her hand, warm and steady, slid to the small of your back, drawing you in closer as the kiss deepened. It was full of all the unsaid words she rarely let show.
You felt her smirk against your lips, her metal finger tracing along your jawline as her other hand tugged you even closer, leaving no space between you. Your heart pounded, and every nerve seemed to come alive under her touch. She broke the kiss only long enough to catch her breath, her gaze dark and heated as she looked at you, her purple eyes blazing in the dim light.
âSee? Iâm not all that dangerous,â she murmured, her voice low and breathy as her lips found your neck, leaving a trail of heat with every kiss. Her mechanical finger traced up your side, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and you couldnât help but tilt your head, giving her more access as her lips and teeth made quick work of your senses.
You tightened your grip around her, pulling her impossibly closer, losing yourself in the warmth and intensity of her embrace. Her breath was warm against your skin as her hands roamed with an expertise that had you forgetting everything else, her laughter soft and thrilling as she felt your heart racing against hers.
Jinxâs kisses intensified, her lips pressing hungrily against your skin, making your pulse skyrocket. Her metal finger traced down your spine, the coolness a sharp contrast to her warmth, igniting shivers along your skin. Every graze of her mechanic middle finger was electrifying, a reminder of both her strength and the tenderness she only shared with you.
She pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her breathing heavy, her gaze intense. âYou donât mind a little metal, do you?â she teased, a wicked grin flashing across her lips as she lifted her metal finger to gently hold your chin, her thumb brushing over your lips.
You barely had a moment to shake your head before she kissed you again, deeper this time, her mechanical finger trailing up and down your side, their cool touch making you tremble.
 It was as if she knew exactly how much pressure to apply, a calculated intensity that left you breathless. Her hand moved from your chin to your shoulder, holding you firmly in place as her other hand slipped beneath the fabric of your shirt, exploring with a confidence that made your knees weak.
âFeels different, doesnât it?â she murmured against your lips, her metal finger pressing into your skin, creating a contrast that drove you wild. She leaned in, her mouth brushing your ear as she whispered, âBet no one else could make you feel like this.â
You couldnât form a coherent response, too caught up in the heat of her touch and the rhythm of her breathing. She chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as she pressed you back against the workbench, her metal hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck, keeping you firmly in place as she kissed you again, her lips urgent and unapologetic.
âSee?â she whispered, her voice a low growl. âTold you I wasnât dangerous⌠unless you like it that way.â
Her words sent a thrill down your spine, and you gripped her tighter, pulling her close as your lips met hers again in a kiss that was as wild and intense, just as she was, both of you losing yourselves to the heady mix of passion and abandon in the quiet of the workshop, with only the flicker of lights and hum of machinery as witness to the fire between you.
The intensity between you built, filling the workshop with a charged silence that only quickened breaths and the hum of machinery could break. Jinxâs fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, her touch both familiar and thrilling, and she paused, her eyes meeting yours with a spark of mischief.
âMind if I make things a little⌠warmer?â she asked, her lips curving into that wicked smile she wore so well. Her hands, both warm flesh and cool metal, gripped the fabric and, without waiting for your answer, began lifting it. You raised your arms as a sign of permission, letting her pull it off in one smooth motion, and she tossed it aside, her gaze sweeping over you with an unmistakable glint of admiration.
She bit her lip as her fingers trailed over your bare skin, her metal fingertip cold but thrilling as it traced along your collarbone. âDidnât think Iâd get this lucky in the middle of a tune-up,â she murmured, her eyes never leaving you as her other hand went to her own shirt, tugging it over her head with practiced ease. You felt your cheeks heat up, unable to hide your appreciation as her shirt joined yours in a messy pile on the floor.
Before you could catch your breath, she pressed against you, her bare skin warm and firm against yours, her lips finding yours again with a hunger that made your pulse race. Her metal finger found your waist, the sensation sharp and grounding, while her other hand cupped your face, guiding you deeper into the kiss, her mouth capturing yours with a fierceness that felt like it was made for you alone.
You slipped your arms along her sides, savoring her closeness as her breaths mingled with yours, her laughter soft and thrilling. Jinxâs lips moved to your neck, pressing heated kisses along your skin as her fingers traced patterns down your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.Â
âStill sure youâre up for this?â she teased against your ear, her voice barely more than a whisper, filled with both daring and tenderness, her hands roaming, claiming every inch of skin as if she could never get enough.
âAbsolutely,â you whispered back, pulling her in closer as the world outside faded to nothing but the heat between you. And in that moment, there was only the two of you, tangled together in the dim light, lost in each otherâs touch and the thrill of being exactly where you wanted to beâright there, in her arms.
Jinxâs fingers explored every inch of your skin with a blend of precision and intensity that sent a shiver through you. Her metal hand rested at your waist, the coolness making each touch more vivid, a thrilling contrast against her warmth. Her other hand traced a line up your spine, pulling you closer until you could feel her heartbeat, fast and strong, mirroring your own.
She leaned in, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to fuck you with my new upgrade.â Her lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of soft, heated kisses that made you melt under her touch. Her metal hand tightened on your waist, steadying you as your knees went weak, her gaze holding you captive as she grinned, clearly enjoying the effect she had on you.
You slipped your arms around her, fingers tracing the lines of her back, her muscles tensing under your touch. Her mouth returned to yours, this time fiercer, more urgent, as if she was pouring everything she felt into that one kiss. You matched her intensity, letting her press you back against the workbench, your bodies moving together in a perfect rhythm.
Jinxâs metal hand slid up to your side, the cold touch sending a thrill through you, grounding you in the moment even as her other hand moved with care and confidence exploring your breasts. She deepened the kiss, her lips hot against yours, her fingers now tangling in your hair as she held you close. Every touch, every brush of her skin with yours left you breathless and wanting more.
âGuess youâre not so afraid of a little metal after all,â she murmured with a grin, her eyes dark with something deeper, her voice thick with desire.
âNot when itâs you,â you replied, barely able to keep your voice steady, drawing her back to you as the two of you lost yourselves in the electric pull between you.
Jinxâs hands, both flesh and metal, continued their exploration, her fingers tracing patterns that left your skin tingling. Her smile held a daring glint as her hands dipped to your hips, fingers hooking onto the waistband of your jeans. She met your gaze, a mischievous question in her eyes, and when you nodded, she didnât hesitate.
Slowly, she slid your jeans down, her hands gliding over your thighs as she dropped the fabric to the floor, leaving you exposed to her smoldering gaze. The intensity in her eyes made your pulse race, your breath hitching as she took in every inch of you with a quiet reverence that sent a thrill through you. She stepped back only long enough to tug off her own pants, and when she pressed close again, the feel of her bare skin against yours was intoxicating.
You couldnât help but pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her as her hands settled on your waist, her metal fingers cool against the heat of your skin, grounding you in the moment. She grinned, her usual playful confidence softened by something deeper as she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss that left you breathless. Her hands roamed with practiced ease, each touch sending a shiver through you as her mouth moved from your lips to your neck, then lower, to your collarbone, pressing heated kisses along your skin.
The moment you pulled her even closer, the air between you thickened with anticipation. You could feel the heat of her body pressing against yours, the thrum of her heartbeat matching the pulse in your veins.
Her fingers skimmed your waist, sending sparks of sensation wherever they touched. She didnât rush, taking her time, savoring every second as if she were memorizing the way you felt. Her breath was warm on your neck, sending a delicious tremor through your body.
âGod, youâre perfect,â she murmured, voice low and rough, sending an ache through you as her lips found yours again, soft but charged. When you kissed her back, there was a hunger in itâa craving for something deeper. Her tongue met yours, slowly at first, tasting, exploring, before it deepened, pulling you closer as if she couldnât get enough.
Jinxâs hands glided down your body, her fingertips tracing the curves of your hips before slipping lower to your thighs, igniting a thrill that left you breathless. She paused, her lips hovering as she looked at you, her eyes dark with need, but there was something else there tooâsomething tender, something dangerous in the way she gazed at you.
âYou donât know what you do to me,â she whispered, her voice a heady mix of lust and something raw that made your heart race even faster.
You swallowed, your breath coming faster as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. âI think Iâm starting to get it,â you replied, your voice trembling just slightly, betraying the heat building between you two.
Jinx chuckled, a soft, sultry sound that made you shiver. Her hands moved lower in her gaze that was soft, almost vulnerable, like she was savoring this moment as much as you were. The mix of tenderness and hunger in her eyes made your heart race even more than before, if thatâs even possible. She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, "You sure you're ready for this?"
You nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you replied, "More than ever." The words hung in the air between you, a promise you were both eager to fulfill.
Without another word, Jinxâs hands slid lower, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, sending a wave of heat through your body. She paused again, looking up at you, her gaze seeking permission. You met her eyes, steady and sure, and without hesitation, she leaned in to kiss you again, her lips pressing against yours with a desperation that spoke louder than words.
Her fingers, both warm and cool, massaged your bundle of nerves, her touch a perfect blend of confidence and care, even when she pushed them in you, allowing a loud moan to escape your mouth. As she explored you, your senses heightened, each soft caress sending ripples of pleasure through you. You gripped her waist, pulling her closer as the world around you faded, leaving only the two of you locked in this moment of raw, unfiltered connection.
Every movement, every touch, felt like a dance, a rhythm you both knew instinctively. Jinxâs lips trailed down your neck, her kisses slow and deliberate, each one sending a wave of heat straight to your core, your hips bucking and sweet nosies leaving your mouth.Â
She smiled against your skin, a wicked grin that made your pulse spike with anticipation. "I love it when you lose control," she murmured, her lips brushing your ear. "Makes me want to take it even further."
You gasped, your body instinctively arching toward hers, urging her on. Her name slipped from your lips in a breathless moan, and that was all the encouragement she needed. her fingers exploring deeper, hitting all the right spots, the mix of warm and cold from her metallic finger inside you made your legs feel like jelly.
Her fingers pushed deeper, and a soft gasp escaped your lips. The combination of her warmth and the sensation of her touch sent a wave of pleasure coursing through you, making your pulse race. Jinx didnât stop, her movements steady and confident as she sought to draw you even closer to the edge. Her lips parted from your neck, her breath warm and uneven against your skin as she whispered, âYou feel incredible.â
The connection between you both electric. She took her time, making sure every moment was felt, every touch adding to the growing intensity between you. Her name escaped your lips once more, barely a breath, and it seemed to spur her on.
Jinxâs eyes met yours, a dark spark of something mischievous in them. âYouâre mine,â she murmured, her voice low, sending another shiver down your spine. Her fingers moved with purpose, hitting places you hadnât even known you craved.
You couldnât help but let out a breathy laugh, caught somewhere between pleasure and disbelief. âAlways,â you managed, your voice thick with need.
The world outside the bubble you shared faded completely, leaving only the two of you, entwined in each otherâs presence, moving together in perfect synchrony.
Jinx paused for a moment, her breath ragged as she took in the intensity of the moment, her gaze never leaving yours. Without a word, she lifted you up, her hands gently helping you to sit on top of the workbench.
You felt the cold metal against your ass as she sat you on it, pushing your legs apart so you were perfectly positioned, one of her hands steady as she helped you get comfortable while the other one continues its thrusting, sending a shiver through your body.
Jinx bent a little so that her mouth was right besides your ear, her breath fanning over your skin as she leaned in, her lips brushing your earlobe. "This feels like the perfect spot," she whispered, her voice low and teasing as she pressed herself against you. Her tits meeting yours, the heat of her body undeniable as she took her place between your legs.
"Perfect," she repeated, her lips brushing against your ear as she nipped at the lobe, her fingers working at your hole, sending jolts of electricity through you. "Iâve got you exactly where I want you," she murmured, the palm of her hand massaging your clit.
You could barely catch your breath, every movement of hers driving you crazy with desire. You wanted moreâwanted all of her. And Jinx was more than ready to give it to you.
Her lips twitched into a grin as she saw the look on your face, her fingers still dancing against you, pressing you deeper into the moment. âCanât get enough, huh?â she teased, her voice a low murmur, full of playful arrogance. She shifted her weight slightly, the motion making your body heat up in ways you didnât know were possible.
The air between you thickened with anticipation, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Jinxâs mechanical hand moved with a fluidity you couldnât ignore. She paused, giving you a look that was equal parts teasing and uncertain, before slowly pressing her palm against your clit with her fingers still deep inside you.
Everything went still, a moment suspended in silence. Then you felt itâa faint hum, a vibration that seemed to travel from her finger, right into your core. It wasn't just a mechanical shift; it felt like the worldâs pulse, steady, and in sync with the beat of your own racing heart.
She smirked, watching your reaction. âHowâs that feel?â Her voice was low, filled with something dangerous and playful as her gaze flicked from your face to where her hand lingered.
the vibration echoed through your body, intensifying with each slight movement of her hand, a sensation so intense it sent shivers down your spine. You couldnât hold back a soft gasp, your breath hitching as the sensation became more than just a touchâit felt almost electric, like it was pulling at every nerve in your body.
Jinxâs smirk deepened at your reaction, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. âLike it?â she asked, her voice dropping lower, almost a growl as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear once again.
You nodded, your body trembling as it arched toward her, a silent plea for more. The vibrations surged again, sending a wave of heat coursing through you, pooling in your lower stomach, igniting something wild inside you. Your fingers curled into the edge of the workbench, your knuckles white as you gripped it, trying to steady yourself.
âItâs... itâs amazing,â you breathed out, your voice trembling with the intensity of it. You met her gaze, eyes wide with desire, your lips parted, whimpers coming out of your throat as the hum of her hand against your skin grew more pronounced, each pulse pressing deeper into you.
Jinxâs grin deepened, her eyes glinting as she reveled in the effect her touch had on you. âI thought you'd like that,â she murmured, her breath hot against your skin. She moved her palm slightly, adjusting her touch, allowing the vibrations to increase in speed, pushing you further into the moment.
The feeling was like nothing youâd ever experienced before. It wasnât just physicalâit was sensory, every inch of your skin acutely aware of the vibrations, the heat of her body pressed against yours. You were lost in it, every pulse, every movement of her mechanical finger drawing you closer to the edge, both mentally and physically.
Her lips were close now, just a whisper away from your neck as she whispered, âTell me what you want, and Iâll make it happen.â
âPlease,I want the more- FUCK!â you couldn't even finish your sentence before her ministrations became more frantic, the vibration growing harder and faster.
You couldnât help the way your body reacted as the vibrations became more intense, the hum of her mechanical hand resonating deep within you. It was as if sheâd tuned into something inside you, something raw and primal that made it hard to think, let alone speak. Your breath hitched again as the sensation surged, sending a rush of heat coursing through you, you let out laud moans to escape your throat.
Jinxâs eyes never left yours, her smirk widening with satisfaction. She could feel your body respond, could see the way you shifted beneath her, wanting more, needing more.
"Is that what you wanted?" she whispered, her voice low, teasing, yet filled with that dangerous edge. "Tell me, what exactly do you need?" Her mechanical fingers tightened slightly, pressing deeper, as if testing your limits.
At first, you couldnât speakâyour chest heaving with every shaky moan, your body caught between pleasure and need. But eventually, you managed to get the words out, your voice trembling, raw with desire.
"More," you gasped, barely able to keep your voice steady. "Please, Jinx... more."
Her eyes flickered with something mischievous, a spark of delight that only made the tension in the room thicker. With a swift, fluid motion, she leaned in closer, whispered again, her breath hot on your skin.
âDesperate, huh? I like that,â she murmured, voice low and playful, words sending a shiver down your spine. She paused, letting the moment hang in the air, her hand still pressing against you, the vibrations now steady but undeniable.
She could tell you were on the edge, and she reveled in it, enjoying the control she had over the situation, over you. But, with a shift in her posture, she moved slightly away from you, breaking the connection just enough to allow you to catch your breath.
"Now," Jinx purred, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned back, giving you that signature, dangerous grin. "Tell me again. What do you want?"
You struggled to steady your breathing, her words lingering in the air, making your heart race even faster. The weight of her gaze felt like it was pulling you in, making your skin burn, every nerve alive with anticipation. She was waiting, holding you at the edge, giving you no choice but to beg for more.
"I... I need you," you whispered, your voice barely audible, shaky with the intensity of it all. "Please, Jinx, I canât take it anymore. I need you... every part of you,â you breathed, the words barely leaving your lips, heavy with desire
Her eyes glinted, a predatory smile creeping onto her lips as she leaned in again, close enough that you could feel the heat of her breath against your face. âThatâs what I like to hear,â she murmured, her voice low and silky, the words wrapped in the promise of something dangerous.
Her mechanical hand shifted again, pressing deeper, the hum intensifying as it surged through you, each pulse igniting every nerve in your body, like it was seeping into your very bones. The pressure of her hand against your skin felt almost unbearable, but you didnât want her to stop. You needed more.
"Youâre mine now, youâve always been mine" Jinx whispered in your ear, her voice thick with both satisfaction and something darker, something that made your pulse quicken even further. She pulled back just slightly, enough to watch you, her eyes dark and full of mischief. âTell me what you want me to do next,â she purred, her fingers still sending jolts of electricity through your body.
Your body was already aching, the need for her so overwhelming that it was all you could think about. Every part of you screamed for release, for connection. But Jinx wasnât giving you any space to breathe, and you didnât want it any other way.
âMore,â you gasped again, your voice thick with need. âI need you... right now.â
A low, throaty laugh escaped her lips, and she leaned back in with a smile that made your heart race. "Youâll get what you need... but on my terms."
Jinxâs smirk widened, her eyes sparkling with something dangerously playful as she hovered above you. She could feel the way your body trembled beneath her touch, the way your breath quickened with each passing second. It was as if she had you exactly where she wantedâteetering on the edge, desperate for more.
âYouâre so eager,â she murmured, her lips brushing lightly against yours before pulling away just enough to look into your eyes. Her thumb grazed over you clit, sending another rush of heat coursing through every nerve. âI like it.â
Her fingers shifted, the vibrations quickening, more insistent, yet her thumb stayed still. You gasped, your back arching involuntarily, as the heat inside you grew even more unbearable.
âJinx, please,â you breathed, your voice a mixture of frustration and need. You couldnât think of anything else anymore, the world reduced to the feeling of her hand, the pulse of her touch, and the hunger for more of her.
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she whispered, âPatience, toots. Youâll get it... but first, I want to hear you beg for it.â
A shiver ran through you at the sound of her voice, dark and velvety, as though each word she spoke sent a spark straight to your core. You were trembling now, every muscle tight with anticipation.
âPlease,â you repeated, your voice shaking, unable to form anything coherent beyond that desperate plea. You didnât care anymoreâthis was all you wanted, and youâd do anything to make her give it to you.
Jinxâs breath hitched at your surrender, and she pulled back just enough to get a good look at youâface flushed, eyes wide with desire, lips parted in need. âYouâre so beautiful when youâre like this,â she purred, her voice dripping with both affection and something much darker. âBut you still havenât told me exactly what you want.â
There was a brief, agonizing moment of stillness as her hand paused, the hum dying down just slightly, making you ache for more.
âI want you, Jinx,â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âI need you to make me feel... everything.â
Jinxâs eyes flashed with triumph, and she leaned down to kiss you deeply, her lips demanding, as if she was finally giving what you both needed. As she deepened the kiss, her thumb started to move slowly, moving your clitoris in circles, sending waves of electricity through your body once again.
The moment Jinxâs lips met yours, the world outside seemed to fade away. Everything was consumed by the intensity of her touch, the warmth of her body pressing against you. It was like a spark igniting a wildfire, every nerve in your body lighting up with the need for more.
Her lips were fierce and demanding, claiming you with a hunger that matched your own. The kiss was messy, full of urgencyâher teeth grazing your lower lip as she pulled you closer, her body flush against yours.
But even as she deepened the kiss, she kept her hand where it was, the hum of the vibration slowly building, and her thumb brushing over your clit sending ripples of heat throughout your entire body. It was maddening how much you wanted her, how she had you wound so tight, barely holding it together.
Her breath came in quick, uneven gasps as she pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. She studied you with that dangerous, teasing grin, her lips swollen from the kiss, her chest rising and falling with every breath.Â
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her gaze on you, the heat from her touch radiating through your body. But you needed more.
âDonât tease me, Jinx,â you managed to whisper, your voice trembling with the intensity of it all. âI want you... now.â
Her smirk only grew wider at your words, and she leaned in again, her lips brushing your lips as she whispered, âYouâve got me. Just remember, you asked for this.â
And with that, she moved her hand again, the vibrations increasing, sending an intense pulse through you that made your breath catch, her thumb moving faster and harder. You gasped, your hands finding purchase on her hips, gripping her desperately as your body arched towards her.
âYouâre so responsive,â she murmured, her voice teasing as her lips traced down your neck, leaving a trail of heat. âI could make you beg for more, but I think youâre ready, arenât you?â
Your fingers gripped her tightly, the vibrations becoming nearly unbearable, tightening the anticipation in your chest. Every nerve in your body was alive, begging for release. The desire in your eyes mirrored the hunger in hers as you nodded, breathless, unable to form anything else.
âIâm ready,â you whispered.
And just like that, Jinx moved again, every single movement intensified, pushing you toward the edge, both of you lost in the moment, in the desire that was palpable between you.Â
Her rhythm quickened, every movement sending you spiraling closer until, with a shuddering breath, the pleasure crested, overwhelming you. A cry escaped as your body tightened, lost in wave after wave, pulse racing as Jinxâs touch lingered, grounding you even as the world blurred around.
Your body trembled, small aftershocks rippling through you as you struggled to catch your breath. Jinxâs hand remained steady, grounding you in the haze, her thumb tracing gentle circles that sent tiny jolts of lingering pleasure through you. She watched you, a satisfied grin on her lips, clearly enjoying the way your body reacted to every subtle touch. Even as the intensity faded, your skin remained sensitive, every brush of her fingers drawing out little shivers, keeping you tethered to the sensation long after the peak had passed.
The world slowly came back into focus as Jinx pulled away slowly, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. Her touch lingered, leaving a hum in your body, each breath feeling heavier. Her fingers stayed still, a faint, steady pulse mirroring the beat of your heart.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence hanging thick and warm between you. Jinxâs breath was slow, almost unsteady, and you could feel the faint tremble in her fingertips as she picked them out, leaving you breathless and still wanting more. She slipped her fingers into her mouth, slowly drawing them out to trace light patterns across your skin. It was as if she was waiting for you to catch your breath, or perhaps for the moment to settleâeither way, you could feel the weight of everything unspoken, the lingering heat of the connection youâd shared.
Her eyes softened, the usual mischief replaced with something quieter, more vulnerable. âYou okay?â she asked, her voice quieter now, softer than before. It was a rare moment of care from someone who often lived in the chaos.
You nodded, the intensity of the moment still settling in your chest, and you took a slow, deep breath. The touch of her hand felt grounding, like an anchor that kept you from floating too far away. âYeah, just... catching up,â you whispered, unable to fully explain the whirlwind of emotions swirling in your chest.
Jinx gave you a small, almost imperceptible smile, the kind that only she could pull offâteasing, but also a little fond, a little more tender. She didnât move away, her body still close to yours, her fingers lingering on your skin as if she wasnât ready to break the connection entirely.
She leaned in, her forehead resting against yours for a brief moment, just enough for you to feel the warmth of her skin, the steady rise and fall of her chest against yours. âI donât think Iâll ever get tired of seeing you like this,â she murmured, her lips grazing your ear. There was no arrogance in her tone, only a quiet truth.
You smiled softly, your fingers lightly brushing the edge of her jaw. âI think I could say the same.â
And for a while, there was nothing else but the quiet, the two of you wrapped up in each otherâs presence. No rush, no urgencyâjust the softness of the aftermath. The kind of peace that only followed something that felt as real and raw as what youâd just shared.
The air between you both was thick with a new kind of tension, one that felt softer but still undeniably electric. Jinxâs fingers lazily traced patterns on your skin, her touch light but knowing. She could sense the undercurrent of desire that still simmered beneath the calm. The intensity had faded, but that connection was still there, like an unspoken promise.
Her lips brushed against your ear again, this time with a lightness that made your skin tingle. "You sure youâre okay?" she asked, her voice low, almost playful, but there was something deeper in her gaze. âI mean... Iâm pretty good at this.â
You could hear the teasing note in her voice, but there was something more to itâa quiet challenge in her words that made your heart race, just like it had when this whole thing started. She shifted slightly, her body pressing closer to yours again, her breath warm against your skin.
âIâm more than okay,â you whispered back, your lips curling into a smile as you met her gaze, knowing exactly where this was heading. âBut... I think Iâm ready for round two, if you are.â
Jinxâs eyes darkened slightly, that familiar glint returning with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. Her lips parted in a grin, the mischievous spark reigniting, but it was softer now, more controlled. âRound two, huh?â she murmured, her fingers tracing a line down your arm before resting at your waist. âYouâre sure youâre not just saying that because I know exactly what you want?â
You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise in your chest, your body reacting to her presence, her words, the closeness. âI want you,â you said, your voice low and steady, a hint of challenge in it now too.
Her grin widened, her eyes tracing your face with a predatory curiosity, as if studying every part of you. "Well then..." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against yours, her hand sliding down to your waist, pulling you in as she deepened the kiss, slow and deliberate this time. The warmth of her body pressed against yours once more, the vibrations from her hand a steady hum beneath your skin, just enough to tease and tempt.
But this time, it wasnât just about urgency. There was something more in her touchâa slow burn, a promise of more to come. She pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, her expression both confident and a little softer than usual. âYouâve got me. And if you think youâre ready for more... Iâm more than happy to oblige.â
The words hung in the air, heavy with implication, as her hand rested lightly on your hip, her thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin there. The fire was reigniting, but now it was a steady, controlled burn that left you wanting more.
âLetâs see how much you can handle,â she whispered, her voice a hushed promise, as she pressed her lips to your neck, and you both dove right back into itâcloser, deeper, with that undeniable chemistry still crackling between you
The room was quiet now, save for the sound of your breathing, slow and steady. Jinxâs fingers trailed over your skin, her touch almost reverent, as if savoring the moment. Her lips brushed the edge of your ear, soft but with an underlying tension that you could feel deep in your chest.
"Didn't think you'd be this responsive," she murmured, voice low, a touch of surprise in her tone.
You turned your head, meeting her gaze, your fingers lightly grazing her wrist, urging her to stay close. "I told you," you whispered, "I want more."
Her smile was small but knowing, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. She leaned down to kiss you again, not as frantic as before, but deeper, lingering. Her hand moved from your side, slowly threading into your hair, holding you gently as she deepened the kiss, as if testing the waters for what came next.
When she pulled back, just enough to look at you, the look in her eyes was different. There was no teasing now, just something raw, almost protective. "Youâre not gonna get away so easily," she said softly, her voice carrying that same dangerous edge, but there was a tenderness to it now.
You felt the heat rise between you both again, and even though you both needed a breath, you could sense that the hunger wasnât quite finishedâit was only changing shape. Her fingers traced the curve of your jaw, her lips pressing against your forehead in a sweet, gentle kiss.
For a moment, it felt like everything had calmed, but it wasnât over. The space between you still buzzed with energy, something unspoken lingering there.
"Iâm not going anywhere," you said, your voice steady but thick with desire. "And I donât think you are, either."
Jinx gave a soft laugh, but it was full of promise. "You know me too well," she replied, her smile now a slow, deliberate curve. âGet comfortable, toots... this isnât over.â
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Hi Neil.
I know you are flooded with asks and this somehow became extremely long. Too long. âWhy am I suddenly telling this poor man my life story?â too long. âI think Iâd rather he work on the GO3 script than read this wild beastâ too long. âHeâs going to think youâre criminally dangerously insaneâ too long. If you never get to it, Iâm good with never seeing a response from you. Maybe itâs better that way? Maybe an anon would have been nice here. But, itâs 2024, so I say âwe ball.â Itâs a privilege to be able to send this to you at all. You get a lot to this effect and I hope they give you good feels, so maybe whatâs the harm, yeah? Because this is not an ask. This is a thank you letter.
First, thanks for reblogging my therapist post, I hope it amused you. I nearly sent you âHow am i supposed to explain this to my therapist?!â But refrained. At that time.
So, therapy. What is therapy really? WellâŚ
Things have been really rotten for as long as I can remember. Bad health, bad doctors, bad relationships, bad coping mechanisms, bad all kinds of things. (Yeah, bad is a weak and unhelpful word, my therapist reminds me, but weâre doing this.)
Well, things got even more really really rotten and BAD these last few years. Health declined further, coping mechanisms declined further and more intensely, packed up my life, applied for disability, moved back in with my parents across the country.
Then 4 years ago last week I watched my fiance die of a sudden heart attack. I was 29. Two years later my best friend died. Then last summer I sauntered vaguely into a cancer scare. Not long before an operation my cat who has been my companion through so much garbage died as well. Iâm not entirely in the clear on the cancer scare front. All my attempts at going back to work, volunteering, going to grad school - they collapsed on me because I couldnât get through this STUFF.
(Sometimes when I talk about this, when I tell people, I think âthey are going to think you are a raging pathological liar.â Because Iâm not sure I would believe someone if they told me all of this happened to them. In such a short time period. All before they were 35. And hell if that hasnât been isolating. You know how it sounds? Lonely. And it is.)
I did the hypervigilant and sensation/experience chasing stage of PTSD. It got me in a lot of trouble in all kinds of ways. I had to do a lot of medical and psych advocating because things kept getting worse. That was exhausting. Then that peaked. I went into the thick of the âI feel absolutely nothingâ stage for a long time. I didnât feel fatigue or hunger or thirst. Not people, feelings, a reason. Not hope.
But of course, like seems be for a lot of us, I somehow found Good Omens at just the right time. I was a very âIâm so cool and intellectual I mostly consume non-fiction mediaâ person for too long. Like, what? How is that even a real thing? And it wasnât real. It was just part of this curated autism mask that I donât think anyone really bought anyway.
I think I got to a point where Iâd just had too much reality. I needed fantasy. I didnât realize I always needed it. But I denied myself for too many odd and painful reasons. Maybe I thought it was an escape I didnât deserve.
But as it turns out, it wasnât an escape. I watched both seasons last fall, and then this light came on. I watched it again and again.
I came to tumblr because I needed more. I found this fandom. I stepped into this beautiful world of fanart and fanfiction and brain flexing meta writing and a sense of community and wonder that you and Terry created - that everyone involved in the show inflated - exploded in the right way - like fireworks if fireworks were some kind of autocatalytic reaction - a self perpetuating force.
Itâs not a âsaved my lifeâ feeling. Not a âgetting my life backâ feeling. Itâs been a âmaybe itâs time for you to have the life youâve always been denied - that youâve denied yourselfâ feeling.
Iâm creating. Iâm not âgreatâ yet. Not terribly âgoodâ at all. Maybe âbehindâ as far as the âproperâ timeline for starting. I know there isnât one, not really, but boy does that society machine make ya feel like there is. And sure, I started and stopped a lot in the past. But the second it got hard I always gave up. I felt like if I didnât get it ârightâ to begin with, then I just didnât have it in me at all. But for once Iâm really in it. Iâm writing and trying to draw things that look less like fever dream five year old drawings. (Not that thereâs anything wrong with those, is there? đ) Iâm eating better. Iâm sleeping better. I reach out to old friends more. Iâve made new friends who share this love of Good Omens.
My therapist has been floored by the change in me. After that first funny mini flop, he has been so encouraging about it. I saw him this week and I said âMaybe this is helping me get prepared to start living again. Maybe itâs a springboard.â And he honest to god said âBut You ARE living. This is YOU LIVING. Why does it have to be a springboard? Why do you have to turn this into âwork?â Just let yourself have this for once in your life.â
But there were two more added elements that made it all work. And I canât help but think this whole brainrot thing wouldnât have happened without them. So many things just happened all at just the right time - a proper coincidence.
In all of the madness of the last few years I finally got the memo that I'm autistic. i figured I was for a while. But it finally sunk in for me and my docs and my people. So Iâd been working on unpacking that. Grieving the life that could have been entirely different, shedding the mask. I let myself hyperfixate openly instead of hiding it and hating myself for âspirallingâ or âobsessingâ like others -!like âIâ always punished myself for before we knew that it was a trait and not a personality flaw.
Then over the last few months my therapist and I started trying this new exercise. One session he stopped me and said âin the last 20 minutes you have responded to what Iâve said with 9 âI knows.ââ My response to that? âUgh, I know.â So we started this âI knowâ swear jar type situation. Really, Iâve been afraid of not knowing. I couldnât let myself ânot know.â Because it meant I was âdumb.â I was just drowning for so long in guilt and self loathing for the âI knew better and screwed up anyway.â Or âI shouldâve known better - I should know that by now.â
As it turns out, thereâs a lot of things I donât know. That I didnât know. Things I will never know. And refusing to admit all of that kept me from learning a damn thing. Kept me from asking questions. Kept me from trying new things because it was scary to do something new - something unknown - and I "knew" how it would all turn out anyway. Kept me from connecting with people because it was painful or embarrassing when they knew things I didnât and it seemed like I already should have. Kept me from getting better at making art, music, writing. Kept me from forgiving myself. Kept me from growing. And kept me from moving forward. Maybe not on. I donât know if we ever âmove onâ from things. But we can move forward as we carry them. And as we do, the weight gets less. Weâre able to carry it better. But only if we can admit that we donât know how. Only if we donât treat ourselves like this is something we do know or should know and weâre just failing because weâre less than. Not good enough. Not strong enough. Not deserving. We have to be able to say âI donât know how to do this.â And then we can start looking for the answers. We can ask. We can learn.
I thought about the apple. Being able to tell the difference between good and evil. Aziraphaleâs years and years of watching what he âknowsâ to be true be proven wrong. Crowleyâs need to ask questionsâŚ
The simple and enormous gift of âKnowledge.â The âKnowledgeâ of the difference between Good and Evil. The âKnowledgeâ that can only be gained by realizing, accepting, admitting that there are things we donât know. Asking the questions. Sometimes we get answers we donât like. Sometimes the consequences of asking hurt us. And unless you want to stay in that painful place that painful knowledge got you, well, youâve got to let yourself learn how to get out.
So all of this good? I never expected this. I never thought I deserved it. Joy and belonging and this sense that âYeah, maybe things can get better. Maybe things can be good.â Because I said those things, not truly believing them, to the people I thought needed to hear it. But it couldnât save them. It was hollow. The proof for us wasnât really in our orbit or on our radar at the time. And now theyâre gone.
People always say âitâs never too late.â
One of the people I lost said âitâs later than you think.â
I jokingly would respond âitâs already too late.â
It was for him in the end. For them. For some people I guess it really is. But maybe a lot of the âtoo lateâ people are there because they think âthey knowâ that things will never be good for them. So they stop looking, they stop asking, stop finding. And eventually they just stop.
Then there came Crowleyâs âItâs always too late.â The first time I heard it I thought âFor sure, Crowley-cakes, I KNOW.â
But thenâŚI just needed to rewatch the whole thing. And lines like thatâŚfamiliar thingsâŚfamiliar themesâŚI was suddenly identifying with these characters. I suddenly saw myself. And the realization hit - I connected with something! Something new. And I FELT THAT. And that tiny little crack that made in the wall was just enough to start breaking it down. Yeah, when you start letting yourself feel after not feeling for so long, opening up to the good feelings means opening up to feelings and then the bad ones come out too. But when there IS good ⌠it helps you balance. You can deal with the bad a little better because youâve got the good thing to lean against when it gets too much. And now youâve got feelings. Youâve got good and bad. Youâve got sticky foggy grey. Youâve got life.
Whew.
So, TLDR, thank you. From the bottom of my slowly healing heart, thank you.
And to sign off with some shits and giggles⌠I couldnât find this in existence as a sticker so I had to custom order. Perhaps this will spread misery and panic among the humans of my city - or at least a malignant and creepy sense of unease.
Or maybe theyâll say âwtfâ and go home and google it and theyâll fall into the Good Omens hole they never knew they needed too.
Thank you for this. I never quite know what to say to messages like this apart from I am really glad that it helps. (It becomes the weird extra piece that I worry about when writing season 3 -- hoping that it will be that thing again. Not just a story, but something that helps people feel and helps with healing and helps with love.)
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đđđđşđşđŽđżđ: you can't remember the last time you've gotten to spend more than three days at a time with both of your boyfriends. you understand how demanding their job is but, you just can't remember the last time they really exhausted you...pleasurably. and then winter break comes around , and they have all the time they need to make you lose your mind. đđ°đźđťđđ˛đťđ đđŽđżđťđśđťđ´: 18+ only. explicit. overstimulation. light dom/sub. quickies. cunnilingus. vaginal fingering. vaginal sex. unsafe sex. safewords. creampie. come eating. squirting. hand job. masturbation. dacryphilia. mention of taking explicit photos. praise kink. aftercare. set after the 2023 season. no beta we die like carlosâ fuel system. đđđźđżđą đ°đźđđťđ: 6.5k words đđ˝đŽđśđżđśđťđ´: daniel ricciardo/max verstappen x black!fem!reader đđ´đ˛đťđżđ˛: oneshot. đđđźđđťđąđđżđŽđ°đ¸: take me away ⢠daniel caesar
đ˝đżđ˛đłđŽđ°đ˛: set post 2023 season. mm, i luv me some danny caesarâi got to see him live this year đ i was originally gonna pick a classic country song in true american fashion to show some patriotism for the austin gpâas a black woman, i can attest that we love our country bangersâbut take me away just fit perfectly. and daniel is definitely taking yall somewhere this uploadâmax and reader are just along for the ride đ. i tried to write sub!max, i think it came across well, and ahead of time i sincerely apologize to the maxiel truthersâŚi think i may have slayed. i will not be paying for your therapy < 3 đ (and if you think i changed the summary, stfu no i didnât đ) enjoy y'all !!!!
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this past racing season was long; daniel knows that well; he went from being the third driver at red bull, to having a seat at alphatauri, to breaking his wristâand still managed to recover to drive in the last five races. max can also account for how lengthy this season was; he dominated every race illustrated by his 10 consecutive wins, won his team the constructorâs championship 16 races in, won his third world driverâs championship the following week through a sprint race, and still had to stick around for five more races. but, daniel and max both know who has the best firsthand account of how prolonged and draining the formula one 2023 season was.
you.
daniel knows that youâre theyâre biggest supporter; youâre a sweetheart. and while you havenât vocalized your displeasure for the twenty-three races this yearâhe can feel your dejection. at the start of the season, everything was seen through rose-colored glasses; max was winning, the three of you were having champagne-drenched celebrations in hotel roomsâso filthy the poor staff probably had to incinerate the sheets. you were satisfied; and daniel was with you whenever red bull didnât want to parade him around at a grand prix. but as the months progressed and as daniel got a seat, the demanding nature of formula one was observable. the longer season had stolen them from youâthey were flying from country to country, the gaps between races only long enough to only have them home for two or three days at a time, before they had to fly out and adjust to a new time zone. leaving your two boyfriends unable to make a mess of you as often as you all crave in doing so. phone sex is hotâbut it can lose its luster over almost nine months. theyâve been neglecting youâeven though every time either one of them suggests that notion, you disagree vehementlyâ but, itâs the truth.
they pride themselves on the fact that they used to make you beg for them to stop drawing orgasms out of you...but recently your sex life has consisted of dry-humping like horny teenagers, frantic pussy-eating and cock-sucking, and quickies in the shower. so, max and daniel formulated a plan.
after abu-dhabi, the three of you returned home to maxâs monaco flat and fell into bed. youâre comfortably laying completely on top of daniel, front to front, and your head is tucked under his chin, turned to the side to face max, whoâs settled on his side facing the two of you, arm draped over your back, with his hand squeezing at your waist randomly as he talks to daniel. youâre fighting sleep and losing; eyelids fluttering closed every now and then against your will, breath slowing as you edge closer and closer to sleep. you're floating on the brink of unconsciousness until you're dragged away at the soft sounds of daniel and max rousing you.
âthere yaâ go, honey,â murmurs daniel, his voice rumbling in his chest underneath you, âwe got somethinâ to ask you, before we let ya sleep, sweet girl.â
maxâs hand shifts to rub at the length of your back, and you clear the sleepy haze from your mind enough to nod your head and hum softly in question, âmâkay.â
daniel gently pulls your head from his neck with his tattooed hand on your nape, making sure your pretty eyes, foggy with sleep, make eye contact, âhow do yaâ feel about spending december in australia, hmm? a sunny christmasâon the ricciardo ranch; you, me, max and our familiesâainât that perfect, honey?â
max smiles softly at your poutâyouâre never one to appreciate having your sleep interruptedâbefore adding on to danielâs question, âjimmy and sassy can stay with the sitter; i already spoke to her a few days ago. sheâd be thrilled to have them, so you donât have to worry about whereâd they stay. i donât think i can get pet passports in three days nor do i want to see how two bengal cats act on a private jet for twenty hours.â
a few seconds pass, max and daniel searching your face for any hint to a possible answer. you blink a few times, before you murmur faintly, ââm okay with itâŚcan i go to sleep now?â
max laughs tenderly, guiding your head back into danielâs neck before he scoots closer and rests his own head on the australianâs shoulder, âyeah, mijn schatje. sleep well.â
daniel wraps the arm pinned under max around him, pulling him closer to drop a kiss on his forehead. his other hand falls on your back over the dutchmanâs, caressing it softly. he holds the two of you as tight as he possibly can, the big grin on his face only seen by the ceiling. he has his whole world in his arms right now, but come christmas time, his whole universeâhis familyâwill be under the same roof back home in australia.
the next three days are filled with an absurd amount of packing. max and daniel have five suitcases between the two of themâyou have five for yourself; it doesnât hurt to be prepared. the night before your flight, they watch you pace around the bedroom making sure thereâs nothing important youâre forgetting. jimmy and sassy had been dropped off at the sitterâs, and max and daniel had already moved all the luggage to the entryway for the early flight. the two drivers had stopped trying to convince you to join them in the bed and cuddled together, knowing itâs best to let you work out your anxieties now so you donât overthink on the flight.
as you start combing through the closet again, max whispers to daniel, âwe could fuck the nerves out her right now, danny.â
daniel smacks maxâs hip, smirking when he whines quietly, âno, maxy. she has to sit for an almost twenty hour flight, we canât make that any more difficult for her.â the dutchman huffs, unhappy with the answer even though he knows it's the logical course of action.
dan continues, âremember: as soon as we get to the ranch and settle inâwe'll be alone for a week before my parents come ân join us. weâll have plenty of time to take her apart and put her back together.â
daniel was wrong. after yâall landed in perth, and made the drive out to the countrysideâit was apparent that the three of you werenât the only ones at the ranch. his parents had come early to make sure the ranch was prepped and fully stocked for your vacation, and prepared a home cooked dinner to welcome you in. dan canât help his big smile from becoming a permanent fixture on his face as he watches his mom and dad fawn over you and max. grace pulls you into the house, instructing the men to bring the luggage inside while she gets to fixing you a plate heaping with barbecue. joe affectionately calls max âsonâ with a tight hug, congratulating him on his third championship before they all make their way into the house.
the original plan is put on the back burner as daniel watches you and max bloom under the loving attention from his parents. the days passed quickly, all of them spent horsing around the farm; horseback riding, dirt biking, atv riding, making a trip out to the beach, eating good food, and sleeping well. dan sees maxâs pale skin pinkening and your melanated complexion glowing with warmth from the caress of the australian sun. your afternoon naps are taken underneath the warm rays, stretching out in any slice of sun you can catch, bathing in it like a cat. max and dan do as many things as they can shirtless attempting to get their tan in as quick as possibleâdan tans gracefully, max, on the other hand, burns like a lobster first before his tan becomes apparent.
they fucked you on the second day after your arrival, but not exactly how they were hoping too. itâs still a relatively short affairâfor their standards, at least. while it quieted the need within you, it didnât completely satisfy the urge for any of you. daniel had to coax you into biting a pillow to muffle your squeals, and have max nearly choke on his tattooed fingers to quiet his whiningâdan himself clenched his jaw so tightly to prevent his own moans from escaping that heâs surprised he didnât crack a tooth. he loves his parents, but heâs genuinely going to snap if he doesnât get to ruin you and max without worrying if they could hear how he makes you and max beg for him.
on the fifth day, you wear your first sundress to lunch and max pulls daniel in the kitchen to muffle a scream into his chest.Â
âdan, babyâi love your parents,â max starts, his eye twitching, âyou know i do! but, i canât go another day without hearing her scream for meâfor us.â
theyâre only men. very desperate men. and you had the nerve to parade yourself in this flowy, yellow, strapless sundress at a meal they have to suffer through. they canât even tear it off of you after, because danâs parents have a chance of overhearing. but, what forces the australian to kindly kick his parents out of the house, is how you fail to stop yourself from drooling over them playing around in the poolâstruggling to continue speaking with his mom as you sit on the poolâs ledge.Â
before dinner, dan showers by himself first, changing into fresh clothes. he then ushers you and max into the shower, âto rinse off the chlorine and sweat from the day,â he says. but, he could care less about that. as soon as he hears the shower start, he practically sprints to the kitchen to see his mom and dad put the finishing touches on the burgers they fixed up.
daniel skids to a stop in the doorway, leaning against it in faux-relaxedness, and says, âhowdy.â itâs silent for a minute; his dad stares at him blankly, and his mom eventually breaks and speaks plainly, âwhat is it, danny?â
daniel gasps in mock-disbelief, âwhy dâya always think i want something from you? i canât just be greeting my wonderful, loving, and understanding parents?â
grace stares at him, not fooled, âare you just saying âhiâ?â
daniel stutters aimlessly looking to his dad for help, but joe just shrugs at him in a âyou did this to yourself, sonâ manner.Â
âmaybe! well, no, actuallyâŚâ daniel sulks, slinking into the kitchen, and resting against the counter next to his mom.
his mom hums knowingly, and gestures at him to start speaking.
âuh, so, you know i love having yâall around, right, and uh, itâs nice yâknowâi mean, i donât see yaâ as often as i want to, but uhâdonât get me wrong, youâre my parents, but uhmââ
joe sighs, âdaniel, cut to the chase, please.â
daniel groans, before he leans his head back to look at the ceiling, âfine. lookâwe just expected to at least have one week to ourselves when we got here. not that yâall being here to surprise us is bad! you know that. but, uhmâŚwe just made plans, i guess. a-and we kind of canât do it, because, wellâŚâ
grace washes her hands as daniel continues to ramble through an unnecessary apologetic explanation. she turns the water off, drying her hands on a towel, and turns to her husband, pointing at daniel while rolling her eyes teasingly, before she cuts her son off, âdaniel, we can leave tonight.â
daniel stops, head dropping to look at his mom in shock, âwhat?â
âwe can leave tonight, if thatâs what youâre trying to ask. your father and i donât mind,â grace smiles gently, âwe werenât supposed to stay for this long anyways, we were just trying to get the ranch prepared for yâall, and you know how enamored we are with your girl and boy; we overstayed our welcome. we can go and come back a week before christmas with the rest of the family, danny.â
daniel perks up, âyou guys donât have to leave for that long, i donât wanna kick you outââ
âdaniel, please,â joe scoffs, walking over to clap daniel on the back, âyouâre not kicking us out. weâll be back on the seventeenth, alright. hopefully, that gives yâall enough time to work out your frustrations. we really donât want to overhear or see anythingââ
daniel pales, âokAY, thank you, yesâplease donât comeback until as late as yâall want, jesus christ. waitâdid you hear the other night?! ohmygodâŚtheyâre going to kill me.â
joe and grace laugh, âno, we didnât hear anything, danny. we just figured from how they were following you around in the morningâmax couldnât even look us in the eye, son.â
daniel groans, embarrassed, âdonât tell them anything about this okay? theyâll break up with me if they know i asked you to leave so i could have sex with them.â
his parents' laughter only gets louder, but they agree eventually after they indulge in teasing their son a little more.
dinner is pleasant; you and max remain unaware of the ricciardoâs intervention, enjoying the well-cooked meal and lighthearted conversation. when everyoneâs stomach is full and the conversation quiets, grace and joe break the news that they unfortunately have to return to perth. you and max sadden, trying to convince danielâs parents to stay a little longerâmaxâs eyes fail to hide his eagerness at their announcement, even though his voice manages to be completely sincere. daniel watches as his parents formulate a fake excuse about their departute before he gently reminds you two, âtheyâll be back for christmas, babes. youâll see them again.â
the two of you calm at danielâs statement, and walk his parents out to the car, exchanging hugs and kisses before they drive off back to the city. daniel leads you two back into the house after youâve watched his parents disappear down the road, and the shift in energy as soon as the door locks is missed by you.
you mindlessly amble back to the dining table, stacking the emptied plates and glasses and wandering into the kitchen to clean them. as soon as you turn the sink faucet on, a strong body pushes against your back, and presses you against the edge of the counter as their hand reaches around you to shut the water off. you turn around to tell-off whichever boyfriend did that, but before you can get any words out, youâre pulled into a filthy kiss.
your shocked gasp is muffled by maxâs lips, and you half-heartedly attempt to pull away, but the dutchman chases your lips, not allowing you to stop. you give in with a sigh, allowing max to continue kissing you. he buries one hand in your hair, tilting your head to the side for a better angle, and licks at the seam of your lips. you squirm against him, not quite giving into the coaxing of his tongue, and max hums softly before he tugs at your bottom lip. you turn your head to the side, panting softly to suck in a few desperate breaths before max pulls you back and invades the opening of your lips. you squeal at the feeling of his tongue laving against yours, the lewd wet sounds of your mouths have your thighs pressing together. max brings his other arm to grasp around your waist, and pulls you against him, groaning into your mouth at the smallest amount of friction that movement provided. you feel lightheaded, your knees weakening, but max firmly holds you up, not letting you slip from his grasp. your hands come up to wrap around him, one feeling up his chest before resting around his neck, and the other hand digging into the meat of his back in search of stability. he hums at the ache of your nails and drops both of his hands to cup the back of your thighs right under your ass. he lifts you onto the counter, spreading your legs and shoving his body between them, while still managing to not break the kiss. at the show of strength you arch your back, whining highly, pushing your chest against hisâheâs so strong. he eagerly starts tugging the sundress up your legs, making to expose your panties before heâs interrupted by a sudden heavy hand on the back of his neck.
max jerks away from you (you can finally catch your breath), his chest heaving, and his own whine fills the air at the weight of danielâs hand.
ânow, darlinâ,â daniel addresses max with a smirk, âthis wasnât part of our plan, was it? you forget the script, maxy?â
max blushes a pretty pink, and murmurs, âno, danielâsorry, danny.â dan hums at the apology, pressing a kiss to maxâs warm cheek.
âw-what plan?â you timidly ask, still sitting on the counter, legs spread obscenely, dress skewed messily, and lips swelling from maxâs ambition.
daniel chuckles, eyes shining at you hungrily, âmmm. how âbout we make our way to the bedroom and âll show ya, sweetheart?â
youâre spread eagle in the middle of the bed, completely naked, with daniel fully dressed in between your legs sucking marks and pressing kisses on your thighs, max stripped down to his boxer-briefs on his side next to you, doing the same to your neck and chest. youâre squirming viciously just from the feeling of his beard scraping against your inner thighs, squeals ripping from your throat when he leaves a hickey or bites at the meat of your thigh. the australianâs pupils are blown wide, as he watches you try and muffle your cries behind your handâif this is how youâre responding to the two of them thoroughly refreshing their claim on you, heâs thrilled to see how youâll lose your mind as the night goes on. pulling his head away, daniel presses his thumb into one of the bruises he left and your back arches deeplyâyou choke on your squeal, thighs slamming shut around his hand.
ânone of that now, sweetheart,â dan instructs firmly, ââs just me, you, and max, honey. no need to quiet those sweet sounds of yours, alright?â
you nod wildly, stumbling over your agreement, ây-yeah, danny. âll be- iâll be loud for you guys.â
max moans at your words from where his lips were tugging at your nipple, pulling away to raise himself back to your lips, thirstily tasting your desperation from its source. dan allows max to bruise up your mouth, and leave his own beard burn around your lips, as he undresses himself down to his briefs.Â
âmaxâŚmax, maxy, babe,â daniel softly calls a few times, failing to get the impatient manâs attention, âmax, look at me.â the switch from danâs soft tone to a deeper, base filled sound has max snapping away to look at daniel, panting roughly.
âbe good fâme and give yourself a hand, darlinâ,â dan commands, and max sighs lovingly at the endearment, âyou can manage that right, maxy? while i get our sweet girl ready to take you, hm?â
max whimpers, âyes, danny,â and shifts to sit upright, pulling his underwear off and wrapping his large hand around himself. dan purrs, âgood boy. her sweet cuntâs already drippinâ for us, maxy. won't take me long to stretch âer open for you.â you keen, humiliated at the way dan speaks about you like youâre not in the room with them. daniel tugs your legs open again, hiding his laughter in the plush meat of your thigh, but you can feel the smirk against your skin.Â
embarrassed, you whine hushedly, hands fisting into the sheets by your side, âmean.â
daniel hums uncaringly at your remark, âmean? donât worry, honeyâwhen i finish with you, youâll think âm mean for a very different reason.â he doesnât give you a chance to ponder his words, and a firm drag of his tongue across your cunt destroys any chance for your thought processes. this time around, your moans are clear, echoing around the room. the press of danielâs tongue is unforgiving and working intently at your clit. your thighs clamp around his head, not allowing the australian to escape even though he can feel your hips bucking away, trying to escape the consistent stimulation on one of your most sensitive spots. when one of your hands flies down to tug at his curls, he relents his assault and switches to prodding his tongue against your opening. he moans depravedly against your entrance, the noise vibrating through you, causing your shriek to pierce the air. he eats you out like a man starved; savagely shoving his tongue deeper inside you, curling against your walls, nose bumping against your clit, mouth moving like heâs truly trying to eat you alive. he ignores the ache of his jaw, the tightness of his briefs, how his beard scratches your skin; and he smoothly slips a finger into you, beginning thoroughly stretch you out.
itâs absolutely obscene-sounding. daniel works his way up to three fingers, and any previous qualms he had about you being too quiet are resolved. your whines are constant at the insistent invasion of danielâs curling digits, and based on the way your legs are trembling, he can tell you're nearing the precipice. whatâs even more erotic, is the way your cries harmonize with maxâs own grunts of pleasure; the dutchmanâs hips buck into the frantic pace of his hands and danny wouldnât be surprised if max comes before he even gets inside you. daniel sits back on his heels, his fingers still digging deeper inside you, forcefully pressing against your g-spot. with his left hand, daniel knocks maxâs hand away, ignoring the responding yowl of displeasure, and fists maxâs cock on his own, âdoinâ a little too much, maxy. our desperate girl deserves to come first, anywaysâlemme set the pace for you, darlinâ.â max suffers under dannyâs ministrations; the extreme shift down in tempo, the constant attention on the head of his cock, a finger pressing at his slit or the vein along his underside alternatingly. you, on the other hand, are being pushed closer and closer to your orgasm. danielâs thumb joins, rubbing quick circles of your clitâand you scream out, pleasure overriding you. when your moans start to blend into breathy little ah-ah-ahâs, he slips his fingers free from the tight clasp of your cunt, and releases his hold on maxâs cock.
you sob achingly, begging daniel to make you cum, dismayed cries of, âno! danny, whyâd you stop, please, make me cum,â falling from your lips as max mewls next to you, his own hands trying to force dannyâs back around him. daniel shushes you, and motions for max to come closer. max flies forward happily, his whines cutting off at danielâs attention. he man-handles max into hovering over you in missionary, his cock resting against your fluttering cunt, waiting for permission. your cries quiet, and your heart races with anticipation for max to bury himself in you. dannyâs left hand grips at maxâs corresponding hip, and his right hand slips in the narrow space between you two, and he presses the flushed arousal in you. and the australian cannot stop running his mouth.
âthatâs ât, babyânice nâ easy for yaââmmmâheâs splitting you open isnât heâyeah, soak âim, babe, get him nice and wetâno, sweetheart, donât run from itâyeahhh just like that, you take ât so wellââ
your own orgasm suprises you, otherwise you wouldâve at least made an attempt to tell the two men. max hasnât even gotten halfway inside you and youâre cumming; back-arching, toes-curling, hands rushing forward to scratch down maxâs back, eyes screwed shut, and walls clamping tightly around him. max is whining above you, flinching away from the hot grasp of your inner walls, but daniel wonât let him pull out.
âdanny, danny! pleaseâohâi-i-iâm gonnaânot gonna lastââm gonna cum, if i stay inside her,â max admits, sobbing embarrasingly.
daniel laughs softly from behind max, and shifts so his front is pressed to the dutchmanâs back. max shivers at the sound, the hair on the back of his neck rising. âaww, you canât handle it, darling? donât worry, iâve changed my plans for you, anyways,â daniel smugly whispers into maxâs ear. dan brings both of his hands to the youngerâs waist, and forces him deeper inside of you, ignoring the way max cries sensitively and keeps pushing him forward until he bottoms out. you and max let out twin squeals from the white-hot flash of pleasure; you struggle to adjust to his size as quickly as daniel forced him inâyou pulsate around him, itâs like youâre still trying to drag him further in and push him out at the same time. daniel presses a kiss to maxâs shoulder blade and praises him, âsee, maxy? i knew you could do itâsuch a good boy fâme.â
maxâs eyes roll back, and he canât fight itâhe cums, loudly. his limbs weaken and his body collapses over yours, head falling into your neck, and his lewd moans vibrate through your raw skin. the youngerâs body covers you completely, and your knees come up to cradle maxâs hips, encouraging him to thrust through the aftershocks. daniel leans back, continuing to bathe the two of you with praise as he lets you guys shudder through the come down. a couple minutes pass before your legs relax and maxâs moans die down to breathy hums, as both of your chests heave as you try to regulate your breathing.Â
âfeelinâ good, my loves?â daniel questions tenderly.
youâre the first to respond, a sated smile sent the australians way, âso good, danny.â max sighs out a breathy âyeah,â muffled into your chest. daniel brightens, âalrightyâmaxy, fuck her properly now, and make her cum again.â the dutchman grunts in disbelief, âwhat? no, i-i canât, i just cameââ
dan cuts max off, âyou canât or, you wonât?â maxâs breath stutters at the sudden dominance in danielâs tone, sitting up to turn his head to look at the older man incredulously. the smile on danâs face is gone, his expression suddenly firm and unyieldingâmax can only drop his gaze away from danielâs eyes, avoiding the piercing gaze.
âmax, look at me,â the australian states unflinchingly, and the younger manâs eyes fly to meet his at the command.
âwhatâs your color, darlinâ?â
with his tongue flicking out to wet his lips nervously, max mutely whispers, âgreen.â danielâs piercing gaze drops to you and he repeats the question, âsweetheart, whatâs your color?â
you squirm under his intense attentionâmaxâs hips stuttering at the stimulation, and your bruised brown thighs squeeze at his waist until he stopsâbut the slight flare of pleasure that races up your spine decides your answer, âgreen, danny.â
a smirk spreads across danielâs lips, âsee, you can, maxy,â the younger blushes deeply at his teasing croon, ânow, be a sweet prince for me, and fuck our sweetheart, hm?â and with a pinch to maxâs hip, he sinks in you deeply with an oversensitive sigh, before he pulls out and sets a slow rhythm to allow you both a little more time to recover. the drag of his cock is coaxing soft shuddery breaths out of your lips, and sharp over-sensitive whines from max. his hands are trembling from where theyâre grip flexes on your waist, veins popping with the strength of his grasp, sure to leave a mark on your darker skin. danâs hands halt the gentle roll of his hips, before the man leads him at a quicker pace. max throws his head back onto danielâs shoulder, overwhelmed at the feeling of your tight, soaking wet cunt, and cries out âtoo muchânghâi-itâs too much!â but aside from all of his whines, heâs getting hard again. unlike max, the sensitivity from your orgasm had faded quicklyâif anything, itâs doubling the amount of pleasure youâre feeling. desperate for more, you plant your feet on the bed and start rolling your hips to meet max halfway; moaning yearningly at the change in position.
the younger man frantically tries to force your hips back down, the friction added from you meeting his thrusts is too great. âheyheyheyânone of that, prince,â daniel quickly tugs maxâs hands away from your waist, one hand firmly holding them against the youngerâs chest, âremember, we made a promise to give her so many orgasms to make up for how mean weâve been to her. you donât want to break that promise; right, darling?â max tries to hide his face in danâs shoulder, but itâs too lateâhe starts sobbing. daniel watches how the tears rain down maxâs cheeks, and how his face crumples so prettilyâis it weird that making his usually unbothered boyfriend cry, turns him on?
max sniffles, ân-no, danny. -ll do it, i-i wanna make her cum.â not wanting to disappoint you any further, he starts quickening his strokes on his own, eventually outpacing the rhythm daniel set for him. it dawns on max quickly; heâs not going to last, again. he makes the mistake of looking at the blissed out expression on your face, the knot in his tummy tightening as he watches how your mouth falls open in a moan, wet and inviting. he drops his eyes away, but they fall on where the two of you are connected; the sight causes him to choke on his breath. his own thrusts have forced his cum out of you, frothing at your entrance, smeared all over your labia and staining your inner thighs. if he could eat you out and fuck you at the same timeâheâd be doing it. max urgently asks daniel, âd-danny, âm gonna cumâplease, can i cum?â ignoring max, danâs hand lets go of maxâs, and falls to let his middle and ring finger rub vigorously at your clit. your body jackknifes, a scream leaving your lips at the sudden addition, you choke out a warning, âgâna cum! pleasepleasepleaseââ and when danielâs thumb sneaks down to press gently at where you're wrapped snugly around max, almost like heâs trying to slip in alongside his cockâwhite flashes behind your eyes and youâre cumming hard.Â
daniel hums, satisfied, ânow, you can cum, maxy.â the younger had already started coming the second he started speaking. itâs eroticâhow the two of yoursâ orgasm feeds off of each other. every clench of your cunt has you squeezing tightly around max, causing him to thrust in you deeper, which in turn has you pulsating around him tightly, and the cycle continues. max rides out the two of your orgasms viciously this time around, his hips slamming into you, forcing himself as deep as possible wanting to empty every last dreg of his cum within you. you can only whimper brokenly, not making an effort to calm his grinds, wanting to savor anything you can get before he pulls out of you. with maxâs last pump of his hips in you, daniel slowly guides him out of you. the two of you hiss, extremely over sensitive from the two times youâve cum, so daniel tries to make the affair as smooth as he possibly can. with a squelching pop, max is freed from the tight grasp of your cunt, and dan leads him to lie down next to you on the bed.
youâre still floating, not a single thought in your head, a deep sense of satisfaction coating your mind, but you can vaguely hear daniel checking on max, making sure he didnât push him too far. you hum quietly under your breath, almost like a purr, eyes shut blissfully as you allow yourself to relax in your afterglow. you faintly register daniel slipping in between your legs, his broad shoulders pressed against the underside of your thighs. you feel his left hand gently press at the raw skin of your thigh, and you fuzzily manage to move it over for him, thinking that heâs trying to clean you up.Â
daniel can only stare. the pink skin of your hole has turned to a deeper red, with how max bullied your cunt. his mouth falls open, entranced, at the sight of your bruised pussy winking at him, struggling to close, and he moans softly as the pulsing of your cunt starts pushing maxâs cum out of you. the creamy, frothy, white fluid slowly sliding out of you and down your ass. his tongue wets his lipsâhe wants a taste. dan drops the towel he was holding in his right hand, and brings the now empty hand up to spread your lips with a âvâ of his fingers. his eyes flick up to your face, and once he sees that you're still floating, he takes a gentle pass over your entrance with two fingers, collecting yours and maxâs combined release. he sucks the mess clean, and a groan rumbles through his chest. fuckâhe needs more. daniel quickly finds himself breathing softly over your cunt for the second time tonight, and he can feel how your thighs already start shaking at the exhales of his breath against you. he laps his tongue once in a broad stripe over you, and moans depravedlyâand then, he pretty much forced to eat you out; why let this go to waste.Â
the minute his tongue slips inside you, your thighs slam shut around his head, trying to halt his overeager movements. daniel doesnât care, heâd happily suffocate in your cunt if it meant he got to eat maxâs cum out of you for the last time. when he slips two of his fingers in to coax more of the cum max fucked deep in you out, your hand flies down and tugs at his curls. daniel pulls his mouth away, growling sharply at the pain from the grip of your hand, but he steadfastly dives back inâheâs going to swallow every last drop youâll give him. âhnghâtoo much, âanny, canât take itâmy tummy feels weirdâit hurts!â danielâs hips starting grinding against the bed, and heâs made aware of how painfully hard heâs gotten throughout the night; he hasnât cum once. daniel moans against your cunt, panting against you, âya got one more fâme right, sweetheart? yeah, ya doâjust let me taste you, yeah?â daniel tunes out your cries again, and brushes his nose against your clit as he laves his tongue over you picking up every drop of cum the two of you have spilled on your swollen cunt. his fingers start to curl upwards as he pulls them out, dragging wetness out from the depths of your walls, and you squeal, any pleads that you planned to say have been suddenly erased from your throat at the sudden pain-pleasure that bursts behind your eyes. your core tightens, and you seize against the bed cumming for the third time this night at danielâs insistence. this is the most intense orgasm all night, and it feels never ending; all of your senses feel like theyâre burning hot, nerves tingling from your scalp to your curled toes. what youâve failed to recognize is that you're gushing all over danielâs face. he practically gets waterboarded from where he was pressed against your cunt, but once he realizes that heâs made you squirt, he happily starts drinking down each spray of your fluid, uncaring of how his beard is drenched with your release, and how it puddles underneath your ass.Â
he swallows you down to the very last drop, plump lips massaging your labia sweetly. he backs off your pussy, switching to your thighs to collect any wetness he missed out on. when your hand tugs at his curls again, pulling him away when the beard burn gets too much, daniel rises to his knees over you. he tugs his cock out of his briefs, the tip flushed the deepest red heâs ever seen it, and it throbs hotly in his grasp. he uses the hand soaked with your squirt to roughly rub himself off, tattooed thigh spasming, and it takes less than ten pumps of his hand before heâs cumming. with every spray of his hot cum that lands against your swollen cunt, your hips jerkâeven that feels too much.
when daniel finishes, he moans at the picture he painted on youâwould you let him take a picture if he asked? but his fantasy is disrupted when you squirm up the bed, your hand falling to cup protectively over your cunt, thighs tightening around your hand, and you murmur repeatedly, âno more, no more.â max coos quietly from where heâs laying, still just as fucked out as you, but he tries to soothe your cries. he sweetly pulls you into his chest when tears slip out of your eyes, petting at you clumsily, not quite yet having regained complete control of his limbs. âdid so good, schatje. daniel did just like he promisedâi-if, if you let him clean you up, we can cuddle and go straight to bed, ok? be good, j-just a little longer.â
you sob messily into maxâs embrace, but after a few minutes with max and daniel both reassuring you that theyâve finished pulling orgasms out of you, and comfortingly massaging the already setting soreness of your musclesâyour cries die down to sniffles, and you slowly spread your legs open for danny. daniel stares at the mess he created this time around, but dismisses the urge to lick it off you; his only goal right now is to properly clean you up, and make sure you go to sleep feeling satisfied and worn-out. as gently as possible, he takes turns wiping both your thighs and cunt, and maxâs thighs and cock, switching when either of you says itâs too much. it takes longer than it usually does, but it doesnât upset daniel as long as it means the two of you are comfortable.Â
âokay, okay,â daniel soothes sweetly, âiâm done. you both did so good for me tonight.â
max blushes at the praise, and with a voice as airy as silk, you whisper, âyou âere good too, dannyâmade me feel râlly good, thank you.â daniel smiles, his heart warming at your sweet words, âthank you, honey. youâre always so sweet to me.â
ânow, letâs move this party to the bathroom so both of you can pee, and take a bath before we sleep, iâll get some snacks for you to eat too,â daniel orders softly, âi took a lot from the two of you tonightâso let me make sure i put you back together, okay?
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request for reader having dated spencer (early seasons) and then she finds out what happened w lila </3
hi hi hi!! sorry this took a while hun :( you were vague with your req so i just wrote whatever i wanted to write and because of that i meant for this to be a drabble but it didn't work out that way... enjoy!
secrets. spencer reid
part 1 | part 2
pairing: spencer reid x jealous fem!reader, 1.8k
summary: spencer will never be able to escape the effortless wrath of derek morgan, not even when it's the weekends and breaking bad is playing and you're pulling on his hair.
warnings: no smut you filthy animals, though i did intend there to be smut im just in a fluffy mood rn :// tiny angst if you squint, spencer's blushin a LOT, morgan's evil, bickering and just cutesy couple stuff. me when.
spencerâs secret was the last thing that you were, and you know this.
you and spencer have been dating for three months now, not including the two months talking stage because spencer is deadly afraid of commitment, and between all that time, youâd say youâve gotten to know spencer pretty well. you know him well enough to trust that he knows whatâs best, anyway. itâs been three months, and spencer hasnât uttered a word about you to his team, his family, and you understand why.
really. you do.
âtheyâll never let me live in down,â spencer had whined, one person imminent on his mind. derek fucking morgan. spencer dreads just thinking about it, the teasing, the inappropriate jokes, the winks and the whistles. itâs dehumanizing. âwhen someone ask me or mention something about it, i will tell them. until thenâŚâ
the unspoken reason was there. spencerâs a talker, definitely a talker, but he doesnât spend much time talking about himself. he never reveals a bit of himself unless heâs directly asked it, and he feels uncomfortable sharing otherwise. the teamâs too used to spencer being physically and emotionally repellent to the female race to really ask about stuff like you anymore, and spenderâs not too eager to share neither. not out of the blue. itâs unlike him. this you understand. 100%. locked safely in the noggin.
you never think much about it anyway. it doesnât bother you. what bothers you, though, is secrets.
you know spencer has loads of those, tucked behind that carefree and open-hearted smile and attitude of his. you examine him carefully, searching his face for ticksâokay, maybe you were just looking really creepily because heâs pretty and you try to commit every feature into memory but you are, searching for ticks that is.
you know he hides things. somethings not worth bringing up again because itâll only bring up bad memories. some other things, however, definitely worth mentioning again. you just have to find the right target questions. sometimes it feels like youâre dating a stranger, with how little you know about spencerâs life. sometimes it feels like youâre dating the love of your life. itâs all very relative.
you and spencer are cuddled up on the couch, breaking bad playing on the tv. itâs one of the shows spencer doesnât like pointing out the scientific inaccuracies of because heâs too fond of the main character to really say that heâs wrong, and sometimes you miss his voice chiming in between all the movieâs dialogues, but you think the reason why heâs quiet today is because heâs not in the mood to talk. the last caseâs gotten him pretty shaken up, and heâs still healing, head in your neck every night and when he pulls away your skin is damp with tears.
âyou okay spence?â you say, moving your hand to tangle your fingers in his hair. he hums softly, and then you both suddenly hear the vibration from under your asses. spencer shifts around, digging his phone out from where itâs lodged in a random cushion of the sofa.
he groans inwardly, showing you the screen, not having to explain. in big letters, the caller says: bau--derek morgan.
âhe usually never calls me on weekends,â spencer frowns, watching the phone vibrate. âyou think i should answer?â
âheâs a friend,â you say, tucking a stray strand of hair under his ear. âanswer him.â
âokay,â spencer says hesitantly, then swipes the green button on his screen. he clears his throat as the call connects. âyouâre on speaker,â he warns, looking at you anxiously and then back to his phone again. morganâs a wildcard, and spencer would have to hide his face everyday for the next three weeks in front of you if morgan happens to drop something embarrassing about him just out of pocket. spencer isnât ready.
ânot like thereâs anyone with you to hear,â morgan scoffs, and didnât let spencer answer before continuing. âthe teamâs planning on a bar night tomorrowââ
âthe team?â spencer questions, suspicious. morgan sighs loudly.
âgarcia and i,â he corrects reluctantly, âare planning for a team bonding night tomorrow. what do you say?â
âno.â spencer says immediately, looking at you and hope you get his unspoken answer. spencer never goes out on weekends, not unless itâs with you. with his highly demanding schedule at the bau, itâs rare that he has any time off at all, and itâs hard to maintain a healthy relationship that way. any time he gets to spend time with you heâd take.
âcome on,â morgan says, enthusiastically. âwhen was the last time you properly went out, huh?â
âlast month, when you and garcia planned another of these team bonding bar nights,â spencer says monotonously. he rolls his eyes. âmorganââ
âdonât be rolling your eyes at me now, genius,â morgan warns. you stifle a laugh, and spencer sends you a wounded look. you forget that theyâre basically family, like siblings to knows each other to a tee. âlisten, have some fun in your life. who knows, maybe we can find you another lila at the bar.â morganâs tone is suggestive. and now, that got your full, undivided attention.
and spencer, predictably, looks like a deer caught in the headlights, looking at you in horror was you narrow your eyes at his screen. you prod at his leg, prompting him to answer so morgan can elaborate.
lila?
âi donât thinkââ spencer starts, but got immediately cut off.
âdonât lie and say you didnât like it, lover boy,â morgan whistles and spencer cringes. ânow that weâre talking about lila, actuallyââ spencerâs mind is screaming, shut up shut up shut up! as morgan proceeds to feed you more information, completely oblivious to his sins. âdo you guys still keep in touch? she looked pretty into you. never knew you had it in you til then, man--â
by now spencerâs beet red head to ears to toe and you can feel the heat radiating off of him, but also off of yourself. youâd say youâre a jealous woman. not too jealous but definitely not not jealous.
âmorgan,â spencer starts again, voice a little wobbly and embarrassed and morgan laughs.
âseriously though, do you guys still talk? them eyes never lie,â and morgan sounds so casual, so nonchalant while destroying spencerâs life.
itâs not that spencer doesnât want you to know about lila. he couldnât careless if lila waltz into his life right now because he knows they would be nothing more than friendsâyouâre all heâs ever wanted and he would trade you for nothing. itâs just embarrassing, is all, him being exposed like this, and he feels smaller, feels like heâs actually 5â3 with the glare youâre sending him.
âanyway, that donât matter,â morgan remains completely ignorant and in his own world and still on speaker. oh morgan. âi want to see you at our bar tomorrow. itâs a yes, right? good. iâll tell garcia you said yes.â
âmorgan!â spencer says quickly. âi have a girââ
morgan hangs up.
spencer dreads looking at you, so he takes his time getting out the app and then clears all of the background apps on his phone. he doesnât like seeing you mad and he can basically sense it, the fumes blowing out your ears.
âwhoâs lila?â you say casually and he looks up. he doesnât mistake your tone for friendliness, your eyes are narrow and suspicious.
âsomeone on a case a while ago,â spencer responds honestly. because thatâs all there was to lila. itâs not like heâs never had his first kiss before her, so she doesnât even count as his first kiss (sheâs his second) and other than that minute-long moment they shared there was nothing else remarkable. she just happens to the only girl the team knows about whoâs spencer been involved with and they are encouraging to help him find another âlila.â
itâs all very complicated. and humiliating. he shouldâve definitely told you the entire backstory beforehand, because itâs not scandalous or weird or anything. itâs innocent and harmless. but now the problem seems to be blown out of proportion.
âjust someone?â you press. spencer hesitates. he hates lying, especially when heâs lying to you. his hesitation gives you all the answer you needed.
âwe kissed once,â he says, and gawks at you for approval, for forgiveness. âbut that was it. i swear.â
something awful bubbles in your stomach. you know spencerâs not lying, and itâs not worth getting upset with him about because itâs all in the pastâitâs not like you go talking about your precious conquests to spencer anyway. but you canât help the envy and jealousy boiling so hotly it makes you dizzy.
spencer feels obliged to fill you in, to patch up the little bump and to get back the sweet atmosphere that was before morgan called. he knew morgan would somehow manage to ruin his life in some kind of way. he knew it before he even accepted his call.
âshe was an actress in this case we were working on and she just, i think, really liked me or something and she was in a pool when i came to see her just to ask some questions and she just pulled meââ
his rant got interrupted by you seizing him to a rough kiss, hands coming up to rest behind the nape of his neck and nails unconsciously digging into his skin. spencer remains mostly unresponsive and soft, surprised and don't know how to respond. you keep prying, teeth digging into the soft of his bottom lip and spencer starts nipping at you back, gentle like he always is.
it frustrates you, how hard it is to be frustrated at spencer. you pull away from him and spencer tilts his head curiously, lip shiny and eyes looking at you like he's never seen you before and he just looks so sweet, so innocent and eager, like a precious pup. you roll your eyes, swatting at his chest, annoyance and jealousy and anger evaporating from you like a cloud.
spencer licks his lips and you collapse back into him again, returning to the position you were before morgan so unmindfully interrupted your weekend. breaking bad continues to play on the tv. long limbs wraps around you and spencer presses a kiss in your hair.
"i'm not going tomorrow," he declares.
"you should," you say nonchalantly. you cuddle up closer to him, turning around until the both of your are facing each other, wiggling your way on top. you begin to trace stars on the exposed skin of his shoulder. "and maybe you should bring someone with you. just to act as a guard for future lila's. maybe you can introduce that person too," you flick your hair behind your back and shrugs at spencer's amused smile. "it's just a thought."
"okay," he says quietly, eyes so soft. "okay. who do you suggest i bring?"
"that's for you to figure out, doctor reid," you say flippantly, turning back to the tv. "now shush."
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Hii !! From the smut prompts (stop rolling your eyes, I know Im predicatable!) could I request "Accidentally Sending Nudes", "Sexting" and... a secret third thing (the choice is yours, go hogwild) for Jason x Fat Fem Reader? I'm leaning more towards sub!reader but shes def a little shit about it :3
Thank you in advance if you write it !! ����
See, this is why it pays to send in a request with me, because even if I don't answer it right away, I keep requests in my inbox for months and come back to them later!!! (This is from December 2023)
(Also this request is just plain fun) (because Star knows exactly what buttons to push to get me lmao)
DC Titans Requests - OPEN
How would Jason react to you accidentally sending him a nude?
(Jason Todd x Fem!Thick!Reader)
Warnings: set specifically in the Titans!verse - set during season 3/mentions of season 3 plot points; spoilers for major plot points of Titans (including character deaths on the show); this is kind of enemies to lovers? (enemies to fwb, I guess); the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; the reader is described as being fat/plus sized; passing mentions of Gar x reader (I couldn't help myself); dubious consent - because of the nature of the trope, Jason sees the reader naked without her explicit consent, and he decides to keep the picture without her consent - but it does spark a consensual sexual relationship between them; passing mention of using nudes for blackmail (that does not happen); this isn't really proofread; (generally, I consider this post to be a fucking mess because it was written in Tumblr but I was still trying to have fun with it lmao.)
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Jason is minding his own business when it happens.
(For once in life, he is fully, completely, minding his own business.)
He's back in Gotham and he hasn't seen you in months - and if asked, he would say that he hasn't thought about you. He doesn't have time to think about you because he's been too busy with this therapy bullshit, training, trying to get back his title of Robin. Trying to get back in the cape. (And trying to get back in Bruce's good graces.)
But that's not exactly true. He's thought about you a lot.
(Most of those times have been with his hand around his cock, but again - he won't admit that.)
There is an occasional time that you cross his mind and it's because he's wondering genuinely how you're doing - wondering if you're well, how your training is going, wondering if you're doing okay under the Dickhead's reign. But he can't ever pluck up the courage to text you and simply ask. Because that would be admitting that he cares, and that would make him look like a weak little prick.
And that's why he's so damn surprised when you text him first.
He hasn't heard from you since he left the Tower (well, since he stormed away from Donna's funeral in what you called a 'toddler fit' - something that ended in a rather vicious text argument between the two of you). In fact, the last thing in the text history between the two of you is you calling him a 'giant, petty, whiny baby who can't deal with his own emotions'.
(You had no clue what had happened between him and Rose, so that did inform a lot of your opinion on the matter.) (And that was probably the reason why Rose still had all of her teeth after you had seen her at the funeral.)
But all of that was aside from the point.
The point being - Jason found himself smiling when your contact name popped up on his phone.
He has you in his phone as 'Pretty Girl' - along with a contact picture of you sticking your tongue out at him in response to having his phone shoved in your face with the knowledge that he was taking a picture of you. (That tongue always makes him think certain things, so even though you intended for it to be some rude thing to ruin the picture, it makes it so much better for him.)
(1) new photo
That instantly catches Jason's attention.
Perhaps you were sending him a picture just to flip him off, or sending him a picture of a dumpster to ask him if it reminded him of home - a common joke you used to make when he still lived at the Tower.
Jason grabbed his phone and opened the message, expecting another tired joke, and-
Holy fuck.
The last thing he was expecting - your naked body. Your gorgeous naked body.
(He likely would have expected a nuclear blast or for the Joker to clean up his act and actually become a decent, sane citizen before he expected this to happen.)
Jason brought his phone closer to his face, making the picture full screen in order to examine it better - he needed to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating, or that this wasn't some weird dream. But fuck, he definitely wouldn't be able to dream up this.
You were so perfect - so fucking perfect in a way that was so very real.
The picture was a fucking stunning side profile of your body - rolling curves, lacy underwear that could clearly barely contain your impressive hips with sweet little stretch marks jutting out from the fabric (jagged little marks across the softness of your skin that made Jason want to act up) - soft fat for him to grab onto, and the perfect teardrop shape of your breast, now bared to his eye in a way that he had only dreamt of before. Something that he had stared at through the oversized tee shirts you wore to bed without a bra, just wondering what you looked like underneath.
And fuck, this was so much better than anything he could have dreamt up.
Jason's cock began to harden almost instantly, and laying in bed, he reached over to his nightstand for some lube, ready to milk that picture for all it was worth, when-
His phone buzzed again.
Pretty Girl: 'Delete that.'
Jason hadn't even considered that you had sent it to him by mistake. He had been far too busy enjoying to even consider the intention or the psychology behind it.
So, he took his hand off the waistband of his sweats and texted back the first thing that came to mind.
'No.'
(He didn't hear your annoyed growl on the other end, frustrated at his downright typical Jason behaviour.)
'It's not my fault you made a dumbass mistake. Besides, it's the least I get after all the nagging from you.'
Then, something else came to mind as the bubbles popped up, meaning you were busy formulating a reply - an annoyed one, no doubt.
'Who did you mean to send it to anyway? Who are you fucking whose name starts with J that's not me?'
(You hesitated.)
Pretty Girl: 'I didn't type in J.'
'???'
Pretty Girl: 'I typed in G. And it turns out the first contact that popped up was Giant Baby. That's you.'
Jason felt annoyed and insulted on all levels. The fact that you were going to Tiger Boy for dick instead of him, and the fact that you had used such a mocking contact name for him. But when he realised that such a pathetic string of events had caused him to accidentally see you naked, he couldn't be too upset.
'I'm still keeping the picture đ'
Pretty Girl: 'You're such an asshole' Pretty Girl: ... Pretty Girl: 'You owe me one'
'Fine, I'll owe you one'
Jason shrugged it off, thinking he had won, until -
Pretty Girl: 'No, you owe me a cock.'
This made Jason's stomach jump. You couldn't possibly mean-?
Pretty Girl: ... Pretty Girl: 'You owe me a picture of your dick. You know - an eye for an eye type stuff.'
Jason wanted to ask questions - what did you plan to do with the picture? Should he shave his balls first? Did you want more than one?
But his cock got even harder at you asking for a picture, at you demanding to see his cock, and he couldn't properly think - he couldn't even reason that you might later blackmail him with the picture.
No, instead, he found himself ripping down his pants and turning on the bedside lamp for good lighting, pumping himself up to peak rigid hardness and grasping the base of his cock in hand. And then, without hesitation, he snapped a picture for you. He made sure to get his abs in the photo - a collection of his best assets, with his pants pulled down to mid-thigh, showing off his tight stomach, the deep V leading down to his dick, and his thick seven inch cock in hand surrounded by some well-kept dark pubic hair.
(He was proud of it - and that ego was one of the things that annoyed you most about him.)
He sent it without hesitation and then you began typing several times and stopped once again. Jason's stomach churned with nerves until -
Pretty Girl: 'Fuck you' Pretty Girl: 'I thought it would be smaller'
Jason had no clue how to respond to that, and he was busy racking his brain for some clever reply, when -
Oh. Oh fuck.
(1) new photo
You had sent him another picture. And this time it was definitely on purpose.
It was a view between the plump, beautiful thickness of your thighs - your hand was inside the pretty lace of those panties, and your fingers were visible working on your clit while your needy hole dripped wetness onto the fabric.
So you had liked what you had seen.
Pretty Girl: 'What would you do if you were here right now?'
Jason's brain short-circuited then. He thought of so many things - eating your pussy until you screamed, flipping you onto your stomach and fucking you until you begged him to stop, gripping onto those gorgeous thighs, pinning them to your chest and pounding into your cunt until you finally surrendered and said that you had liked him all along, fucking your smart little mouth to finally shut you up-
Pretty Girl: 'Come on, Jay. Don't disappoint me.'
Oh, he won't.
(Another thing Jason won't admit - he came back to the Tower just for you.)
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Welcome to My Collection of Random Thoughts during my nth* rewatch of Good Omens Season 2
*only amazon prime knows the exact number at this point but Iâm fairly certain itâs in the double digits
Episode 1: Gabrielâs fly lurking in the box when Aziraphale first takes it inside đ
Crowleyâs promise of âtwo minutesâ basically means that heâs been homeless and living in his car for the past 4 years strictly so that he can be within 2 driving minutes of Aziraphale at all times in case his angel needs him Iâm not crying you are
So here I think the key word is âfragile,â Crowley knows they are ostensibly safe from their respective sides but that could change at any moment so heâs basically spent the last 4 years in anxiety-ridden terror hovering as close to Aziraphale as he can to try and protect him from heaven, hell, and anyone else that would want to bring him harm after all that business they pulled in season 1 with stopping Armageddon
Episode 2: I just happened to pause the episode while Aziraphale is lying to the angels about his miracle and LOL Michael really outdid himself here (Sheen, not the Archangel)
Gabriel trying to swat flies and almost smashing the repository of every single one of his memories
Iâm cAckling
So if Good Omens exists in Good Omens, does that mean Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett exist in Good Omens?? Do you think they based their Aziraphale and Crowley characters on Aziraphale and Crowley??
Episode 3: So Iâm trying to find any hints or foreshadowing of the Gabriel Beelzebub thing bc tbh I did kind of feel like it came out of nowhere which is really the only issue I have with them. I found this one scene where Beelzebub almost ?? seems to be concerned about Gabriel ?? But itâs blink and you miss it and there could be lots of other reasons why Beelzebub doesnât want to fail in locating Gabriel (pressure from/leverage over heaven, etc) so idk
More Foreshadowing Fly content đŞ°
Episode 4: So here weâve seen that Shax can just appear inside the Bentley bc she did it earlier to talk to Crowley. Shax only pretended to be a hitchhiker so she could be invited in because Azirpahale was driving so technically she needed permission to cross the threshold of an angel đ
This scene will never not destroy me the 1941 flashback is the absolute sOFTEST thing ever to happen on this show
We really need more context here I need to see the Crowley-Furfur Monkey Rides
Episode 5: ahahaha thank you google translate for absolutely destroying my sanity this evening
POP goes the Ziraphale
Okay I know you canât hear it in the gif but just before Nina takes Maggieâs hand, thereâs a very quiet miracle noise, like Azirpahale literally MADE Nina dance with Maggie, he said Iâm writing a Mina Jane-Austen-Ball-AU and my otp will KISS godDAMMIT
Azirpahale seems lowkey kind of manic this whole scene tho, heâs controlling literally everyone to force Nina and Maggie together and whenever Crowley says anything that pokes holes in Aziraphaleâs Magical Jane Austen Ball Fairytale, Aziraphale just straight up denies it. He wants Nina and Maggie to dance and he wants him and Crowley to dance and he refuses to acknowledge anything beyond that.
Is this just Shax insulting Crowley for how much of a nuisance heâs been or a reference to his former status as an angel ???
Theyâre both completely dismissive of each other when theyâre trying to say something important and thatâs the main issue theyâve been having this entire season tbh
Episode 6: I think itâs funny that Crowley describes the angels as bees here because in the book, Neil/Terry describe humans the same way. Guess we have more in common than we thought huh?
So the metatron was the one who originally decided Gabriel would be memory wiped and not sent to hell, and he was also the one that decided not to sound an alarm about Gabriel for some reason and said âjust go find him yourselfâ instead. The metatron has definitely got his own agenda and you can bet he doesnât want Aziraphale up there in heaven because heâs a âleaderâ and heâs âhonestâ like thatâs exactly what Gabriel was and look where it got him đ
Thereâs just something I canât quite put my finger on about the metatron bringing Aziraphale a coffee from âgive me coffee or give me deathâ and then asking Aziraphale if heâs going to take the coffee heâs giving himâŚ
I have not seen a single person talk about this since s2 came out but Nina literally calls Maggie âangelâ because thatâs the term of endearment they hear Crowley using for Aziraphale !!!! Iâm still going fERAL over this and I canât believe no one else is eitHER
Something about this part of The Final Fifteen compared to this scene from the first episode is so representative of the entire season. Azirpahale keeps saying âmy way or get outâ and Crowley finally hits a wall and can follow Aziraphale no further. So he does just that. He goes.
Iâm sure a lot of us by now have seen this post that brings up how Aziraphale literally pushes the remains of Crowley into his mouth and swallows and itâs the only thing I see when I watch this now
We still donât know for certain if Crowley queued up this song to play on their way to the Ritz or if the Bentley started playing it all on its own and itâs driving me insane
Basically how I am doing after my Truly-Alarming-Number-th watch of this traumatizing episode/season. WELP hope you enjoyed this garbage dump of my thoughts and feelings time to go cry for a bit again BYE
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