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Baraqiel and Azazel
Disclaimer: DO NOT ask Neil Gaiman to confirm or deny any of this. He doesn't want you to ask. I don't want you to ask.
SO DON'T ASK.
Edit: Neil confirmed this theory and it's not my fault: see the reblog
Now, on with the meta.
Thesis and evidence below the cut:
Dominion...
Angel of the Sky...
Hair an eye-burning ginger, eyebrows like grisly slugs, often draped in redâŠ
Occasionally damp...
Most likely singedâŠ
Most likely singedâŠ
Most likely singedâŠ
Most likely singedâŠ
So that's everything from purely within Good Omens canon.
Baraqiel is described, additionally, in the Book of Enoch as:
Lord of Lightning
Who taught the forbidden knowledge of astronomy:
He is also the overseer of the Second Heaven, wherein lies the prison of Fallen Angels. More on that later.
The story of Baraqielâs ejection from Heaven is contained in the Book of Enoch, but heâs not a main character. In fact, heâs only one of twenty major fallen angels, specifically, the ninth. The tenth is Azazel.
Who, then, is Azazel?
Firstly, Azazel is a fallen angel:
Who is damned because he introduces humans to forbidden knowledge, specifically, the knowledge of swords [and other devices of warfare]:
And also the knowledge of adornment, specifically, âthe art of making up the eyes, and of beautifying the eyelids, and the most precious stones, and all kinds of coloured dyes.â
And insofar as Azazel is synonymous with Azzael, he denounces the authority of the Metatron:
In fact, Azazel is given all the blame for revealing the secrets of Heaven: âââthe whole Earth has been ruined by the teaching of the works of Azazel; and against him write: ALL SIN.â
and God orders Raphael punish Azazel: âAnd further the Lord said to Raphael: "Bind Azazel by his hands and his feet and throw him into the darkness. And split open the desert, which is in Dudael, and throw him there.ââ
We never learn in the Book of Enoch that Raphael actually does this (based on my reading), but it was commanded. In fact, Raphael would have had to throw Azazel into that prison which was in the domain of Baraqiel.
This puts Baraqiel!Crowley and Azazel!Aziraphale among the ranks of angels that went to Earth and delighted in Earthly pleasures, which caused them to be âfallen,â that God refused to speak to from then on, that Enoch!Metatron was ordered by God to tell that they were unforgiven and would never be forgiven.
Itâs worth noting that there seems to be some disagreement among rabbinical scholars over whether Samyaza, Azza, Azzael, and Azazel are separate entities or if these are different names for the same entity. We should also remember that in the universe of Good Omens, entities change names when they ascend to or fall from Heaven.
Tying this all back to the Metatron: In 3 Enoch, the book which describes the ascent of Enoch the man to Metatron the angel, we learn that the overseer of the Second Heaven is Baraqiel, angel of lightning. The description of the prison in the Second Heaven and the angels trapped within it is terrifying, but not more than Enochâs own actions when he is there.
At this point Enoch has not been transfigured into the Metatron yet, but when he passes by, the angels ask him to pray for them to the Lord; and he refuses, for âwho am I, a mortal man, that I may pray for angels?â He is told about them again in the Fifth Heaven, about their sins, how they followed Satan, and that they will be punished on Judgment Day.
So we have a lot of reasons here to see that there would be enmity directly between the Metatron and Azazel, for questioning his authority before God, and between Baraqiel and Enoch!Metatron, for either Baraqiel was guarding the prison or already in it when the human who would become Metatron was supplicated for prayers of redemption and refused. Either way, the Metatron is responsible for Baraqielâs fall, most directly because he refused to take the petition of the fallen angels before God and instead relied on his interpretation of a dream.
Thereâs been a lot of implication and even exposition throughout S2 that memory is vulnerable to erasure. Weâve gotten some direct hints that Crowley doesnât remember all of his past, but I would venture to propose that Aziraphale has a very troubled past that he does not remember, that the Metatron (and possibly Crowley) does, and that further, because his memory was [partially] removed, his name was changed to Aziraphale, for which we see precedent in Jimbriel and all the demons.
My absolutely unhinged, unsubstantiated S3 prediction is that Angel!Crowley sacrificed himself to rescue Azazel from damnation, and the price of Azazel remaining an angel was losing the memories of his transgressions, including (and especially) those he formed with Angel!Crowley. That at the Garden of Eden, Crawley!Crowley knew that these things had been erased, and that he was probably talking to a husk of his former friend, the way that Jim was a husk of Gabriel, but that when he learned that Aziraphale had given away the sword, realized that the soul of the person he loved was still in there.
Partner post: For a meta on why we should believe that Enoch!Metatron aka Human!Metatron is a possibility, go here.
Edit: I read the Book of Enoch from front to back, twice, but if you want to check my work (or write a response meta!) you can find the source material here and here.
If you liked this husbands-centric meta, you may like A Nightingale Sang in 1941
If you liked this historic event speculation, you may like Sodom and Gomorrah
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens meta#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#metatron#good omens theory#baraqiel#azazel#book of enoch#this took a really long time you guys so please leave a note <3#ivoc#erasure theory
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𧧠pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader 𧧠wordcount: 23.5k words
𧧠reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3! tumblr is based on reblogs not likes, and they help writers like me to get better reach. thank you ^~^
𧧠genre: best friends to friends with benefits to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut (mdni 18+)
𧧠summary: all it took was one kiss and suddenly you and Seungcheolâs friendship has turned upside down. 𧧠In other words: exploring how far the boundaries of your lifelong friendship can take the two of you, you and Seungcheol try to navigate what it's like to be friends with benefits. just because you're secrelty in love with each other won't fuck everything up...right?
𧧠tags: bsf!seungcheol, nonidol!au, rich!seungcheol, middleclass!reader, sml!wonwoo, jealous!cheol, possesive!cheol, mutual pining, SLOW BURN, ANGST, both mc's are heavily in denial, lotssss of miscommunication and misunderstandings, they are one year apart, jeonghan is the only sane person, hoshi is a clingy drunk, mona eisa makes an appearance!, its such a cliche story but i love it, they make bad decsions when theyre 'h' word... 𧧠smut tags/warnings: dom!scoups, sub!reader, multiple smut scenes, p in v unprotected sex, semi-public sex (sorry), slight mutal intoxicated sex in the first smut scene, choking, slapping, multiple positons, oral (f. receiving), fingering, creampie, praise and degradation, pet names (baby, angel, princess, love).
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As long as you can remember, Seungcheol and you have been attached to the hip. Even though he was a year older than you, you couldnât remember the last time you spent a day without him, starting all the way from the young, bright age of 5, when you and your family moved into the small, humble house across his. Although your parents werenât very well off, Cheol was. It was an odd thing that you two were neighbours because his house was much more grand and nicer kept than yours. This didnât really bother you growing up though, he always made you feel like an equal. Â
Seungcheol has been with you through it all, from the petty fights in middle school to the pains of adolescence in high school. Heâs seen you at your worst like the time you tripped and fell trying to impress a cute guy at school, which resulted in a nosebleed. You were so embarrassed but at the end of the day, Cheol was there to help you clean your bloody nose and pick you back up. A true night and shining armour in disguise. He was the one to patch up your heart, breakup after breakup. Always your shoulder to lean on when youâre feeling down, and especially when youâre happy.Â
A man and best friend like Choi Seungcheol didnât come around very often, and you took notice of that since you were young. You cherish every moment you have and will have with him. He is a true gentleman with a heart of gold, heâs handsome, smart, rich and caring. Every single box on your list is ticked off when it comes to him. Yet, you know that no matter how hard you love him, you will only ever be his best friend. The girl he sees is practically his younger sister. The bittersweet feeling of being so close to him tugs your heart till it's torn. It took you a long time to accept that all youâll ever be is his best friend, and even now youâre still trying to accept this fact.Â
I.
Fall freshly arrived in your city. The bustling sound of cars, the light whistle of the wind, the leaves that would crunch with each step. It is the perfect atmosphere for you and Seungcheol's weekend movie marathon. On todayâs agenda is Divergent, a series you loved reading growing up.Â
There you two sat, snuggling on the couch, wrapped in maybe ten pounds worth of blankets that could be someoneâs monthly rent downtown. This is why you loved having movie marathons at Seungcheolâs place, he always has the best blankets, the best pillows, the best snacks; you could go on for days with reasons.Â
Your head on his shoulder, his arm resting behind you on the couch, everything felt perfect. If you closed your eyes for just one second, you could pretend that you and he were together and that this was just a stay-at-home type of date. But, the moment your eyes open again you are faced with the reality of the situation.Â
âWow, this movie was a lot better when I was like 13âŠâ you snort after finishing re-watching Divergent for the first time in a long time. Only because Cheol hadnât seen it before.Â
âHmm, it's not that bad..?â He tries to defend the movie, but as someone who read all the books in middle school, you knew that it just didnât compare.Â
âNo Cheol you donât understand, itâs just gets worse from here. I really donât know why they didnât just decide to follow the book more properly. The first one was so good.â you huff with a frustrated sigh after finishing your rant.Â
Seungcheol can only chuckle, his voice sending vibrations from how close in proximity you two were. He didnât mind the physical affection between the two of you, after being around each other for so long, you two became accustomed to it. You were always the type to rant to him about the little things, and he just likes to sit there and listen. He always wants to be the person you go to when you want to let your feelings out, no matter how trivial your tangents are.Â
âY/n, if you hate the last two movies why are we watching them?â He asks you, his brow quirked up.Â
âYouâre right actually, maybe we can watch something elseâŠâ You agree, your head craned up to look at him from where youâre positioned. A small smile danced across your lips, so close to him you could feel his breath fan your face. The smell of his cologne tickles your nostrils.Â
âWanna watch Ponyo?â Seungcheol suggests he knows how much you love Ghibli movies. You always like to mention to him that youâre Ponyo and heâs Souske. He doesn't disagree with you, jesting that he would carry you around in a bucket full of water as Souske does.Â
Agreeing, giving an affirmative nod, you snuggle into him further as he changes the movie, exiting out of the dumpster fire they call the Divergent. As the movie starts to play, you think back to all the times Seungcheol was your Souske, and all the times he spent making sure you would heal from your hurt.Â
II.Â
Seungcheol has always seen himself as your best friend. The man that will be there for you when you have no one else to turn to. He has never seen you as more than his best friend, his y/n. He is a man who never second-guesses himself, always keeping a strong-willed sense of mind. Every time one of his friends asked him if he had feelings for you, he would simply answer no; and that you were like a younger sister to him.Â
That first year was lonely for him, he didnât really know anyone and all his classes kept him away from socializing. The only thing that seemed to have stayed constant was you. You face-timed him at least once a week before he went to bed, never forgetting to remind him how much you missed him, and how much you cared for him. In the simplest words, you were his rock for during first year.Â
Seungcheol was never warned about how lonely and jarring your first year could be. The change in place, people, and most importantly the change in the fact that you werenât there experiencing it beside him. He was never one to believe clichĂš sayings, but he finally understood what the saying âdistance makes the heart grow fonderâ really felt like. He had gotten so overwhelmed from the loneliness he even began to write you letters, ones he would never actually send out, as cheesy as it sounds. But knowing that he was addressing them to you brought him some type of solace in that first year.Â
 A year later you came to study at the same university, and he was elated, to say the least. Finally, he had thought to himself. The one person he hadnât been able to see, smell, or touch for a year was finally going to be in his proximity.Â
Unlike Cheol, you were only able to go to this school through bursaries and scholarships, your parents simply just couldnât afford to send you to school in a different city otherwise. It reminded you how lucky Seungcheol was to receive support from his parents, getting and going to school was nothing he had to ever think twice about. You knew you couldâve stayed with your family, and gone to school closer to your house, but with Cheol away, it just wasnât the same. Nothing had felt the same since he left. But this didnât matter to you the moment you felt his arms wrap around you again.Â
You stood there in the airport all alone, eyes searching for a head of freshly dyed blond hair. The moment you heard his voice call your name, you knew you were finally home.Â
âY/n!â An excited, deep voice calls out for you.Â
You whip your head around to see him. The man you hadnât seen in so long, the man you were so desperately in love with. Your best friend.Â
âCheol!â A squeal escapes your lips, you run to him. He pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping his large hands around your smaller frame. Swinging you around like crazy, a laugh bubbles up from your throat.Â
âIâve missed you so much y/n.â Cheol exasperates as he hugs you tighter, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.
âIâve missed you too CheolâŠâ You whisper into his chest, breathing in his expensive cologne, not caring that you are in public; staying there to embrace him for a weirdly long period of time. âNever leave for that long again.âÂ
III.
âY/n for fucks sake please stop asking me if we can match for Halloween,â Seungcheol whines, his hands running over his face in exhaustion.Â
âCâmon it be so fun please please pleaseee,â you beg, your âpleaseâsâ getting longer with each second he refuses. Youâre both sat on his couch, the morning after your movie marathon sleepover. Kneeling beside his spot on the sofa, shaking his shoulder excessively to get him to agree with you.Â
Itâs a week before Jeonghanâs infamous Halloween party, one that youâve attended every year since you moved here. It is known for being one of the biggest parties of the year, and Jeonghan is the most dramatic yet genius host on campus. Everyone goes, and you mean everyone. This year is no different than the previous ones. You and Cheol have gone together every year, and he has yet to do a matching costume with you. This year youâre simply not backing down from a simple no.Â
âBut Tom and Jerry would be so funny!â You attempt to reason with him, giving him your biggest doe eyes and sweetest pout. You looked ridiculous, begging like a Victorian child asking for an extra piece of bread.Â
âFine. Fine!â Seunghceol finally gives in. If there was something he just canât resist, itâs when you beg to him with puppy dog eyes. It somehow has always worked for you, even when you two were kids.Â
âYes! Finally oh my god, iâve been waiting for this to happen for the past 3 years!â You jump around victoriously in your fluffy pyjamas. Seungcheol canât help but laugh at your celebratory dance, especially when you wore fluffy bunny printed pjâs.Â
âOk ok calm down, Iâll only allow it if I get to be the stupid Jerry cat.â he grumbles, arms crossed as he leans against his couch.Â
âYou mean Tom you idiot..â You muttered under your breath as you sit back on the couch, returning back to the Ghibli marathon.Â
You werenât very slick though, Seungcheol weirdly had a great sense of hearing for someone who can act like an old man sometimes. He turns to you with a glare and you let out a squeak, ready to run away from his hold, wow he is really taking his Tom role seriously, you thought as he chased you around his apartment. The sound of child-like laughter fills the space, your Ghibli movie long forgotten.Â
IV.
Monday had finally rolled around the corner, which you dread even more after spending the weekend in Paradise a lĂ Seungcheol, a.k.a his apartment; which was a lot more fun to be at in comparison to your own. He lived on one of the highest floors in his apartment building, while you lived in the cheapest place closest to campus. It was kind of laughable how different your life is compared to Seungcheolâs, yet out of everyone heâs your bestfriend.Â
Whatâs even worse about this Monday is that youâre finally getting your assigned partner for the midterm project. With your fingers crossed you hope that the professor would pair you up with either Jeonghan or Seunghcheol. At least it would make doing the project a little bit more bearable, especially knowing that the whole project itself is worth fifteen percent of your grade. Not a lot but enough to make a dent in your average if you get careless, which you canât afford. Literally.Â
âOkay, so Iâm just going to start assigning people randomlyâŠâ The professor drones on before beginning to give out assigned partners.Â
âY/n L/n and Jeon Wonwoo.â Your name is finally called, and thank the heavens your partner is someone you actually know, and someone you know who is smart too.Â
In a hurried fashion, you make your way to sit beside Wonwoo. You two werenât really all that close, but you had mutual friends. He is often seen with Mingyu, considering the fact that they are roommates. You had only learnt this from Seungcheol, who was closest to Mingyu. A golden retriever turned person who he had become friends with at the end of his first year in uni.Â
Wonwoo is an attractive guy, and smart too, which you cannot deny. He was relatively popular for those reasons, but you never really paid much attention to him. Only ever talking to him at parties or in the student union centre eating lunch with Cheol, Mingyu, and Vernon. Honestly, you were just glad to be paired with someone who you know isnât going to make you do the whole damn thing by yourself.Â
You slip into the desk where he sits, exchanging a soft hello before bringing out your laptop to write notes. âHey Wonwoo, I donât know if you remember me but Iâm Y/n.âÂ
âYeah I remember you, youâre Seungcheolâs best friend right?â He asks, probably thinking you look familiar from all the times you had been seen walking around campus with Cheol.
âI am, unfortunatelyâŠhaha.â You laugh awkwardly along with your joke, trying to break the ice between you two. Wonwoo just nods his head at you slowly, aware of your attempt to make a joke. He definitely wasnât much of a talker. You picked up on that every time Mingyu had brought him around, and every time you saw him he was either on his phone or talking to a friend quietly in a corner.Â
You two got down to business pretty quickly after your lousy attempt to try and make conversation. This is definitely one of those moments that would potentially keep you up a night. The ones where youâre trying to fall asleep and suddenly remember an embarrassing thing you did or said.Â
On the other side of the room are Jeonghan and Seunghceol, and much to Seungcheol's dismay he got paired up with the one person he didnât want to be with. The moment the professors called out their names, Jeonghan turned around giving him the biggest shit-eating grin. With the professorâs queue, he makes his way to sit beside Cheol, sitting too close for comfort.Â
Jeonghan loves to tick Seungcheol off, he thinks itâs a great way to pass the time. Maybe even one of his favourites. There was something about getting under his skin that he just found so amusing. It doesnât really help that Jeonghan is one of Y/nâs closest friends, second to Cheol even.Â
He met Y/n in her first year at the University and even knew Cheol prior to Y/n, but the two men somehow never really got along. Jeonghan and Y/n shared an intro to psychology class back in her first year and became close for sharing an innate hatred towards their professor. After that, they were like two peas in a pod. Four years into their friendship, Jeonghan still relentlessly teases Cheol, especially when Y/n is around.Â
Jeonghan has always been an observant man, at least heâd like to think so. The first time he saw Y/n and Seungcheol interact he could tell from the beginning that they were hopelessly in love with each other. Although he would never outright butt into their relationship, he definitely knows how to push things along. Their body language towards each other really was the biggest giveaway and the way Cheol gives into everything Y/n would say. Whatâs even more laughable was the fact that they were both deeply in denial, for what reason? Jeonghan didnât know but he found their oblivious attitude to be insufferable. Call him bitter but after spending much time with the two of them he just wanted them to finally bite the bullet and date already.Â
âHmm look at Y/n getting all cozy with Wonwoo, they would be cute together wouldnât they Cheollie?â Jeonghan provoked, calling Seungcheol by a horrid nickname. He poked at Seungcheols arm, giving him a cheshire cat grin. The blond man was not very amused by Jeonghanâs antics, giving him a deathly glare.Â
âYouâre blowing this out of proportion you idiot, theyâre just partners for a project.â Seungcheol scoffs, rolling his eys at how fast Jeonghan is shipping you with Wonwoo. âAlso stop fucking calling me Cheollie, its such an ugly nickname.â
âWhy not Cheollie? You let Y/n call you thatâŠâ He wiggles his eyebrows. âIâm just saying people donât just start dating out of nowhere, plus theyâll be spending a lot of alone time together.â Jeonghan eggs on, nudging Seungcheol with his elbow.
Seungcheol moves his attention towards you, boring holes into the back of you and Wonwooâs head. Seeing you with Wonwoo didnât settle right with him, he wasnât sure why. Maybe itâs because of what Jeonghan said or the fact that imagining you so close with another man wasnât something he was used to. It doesnât matter anyways, theyâre just partners, nothing else, Seungcheol thought. He lets out a huff of vexation, bracing himself for the upcoming weeks he has to put up with Jeonghanâs antics.Â
X.
The day of Jeonghanâs party had finally arrived, and you couldnât be more excited. Midterms had just finished up and you were more than ready to drink away the stress. You hadnât been to a party in a while now, and you were definitely due for a good one. You were dying just to get your mind off school at least for one night, drinking with your friends and wear a skimpy halloween costume.Â
The walk to Seungcheolâs apartment isnât very long, a brisk five minutes and youâre already in front of the entrance. You were excited to see his costume, especially because you havenât seen him dress up for halloween since you two were kids. As you walked down to his apartment you couldnât help but appreciate the perfect weather for tonights party. The slightly chilly wind blowing through your hair, the moon full and shining bright in the already dark sky. You just had a weird flutter in your heart that gave you the impression that this party isnât going to be like any of the previous ones.Â
Walking down the hall to your best friendâs place always has you in awe, no matter how many times youâve been down the path to his apartment. Most of the time you felt out of place, everything is so extravagant. The doorman, the high-speed elevator, and especially Cheolâs large floor to ceiling windows. It had a whole view of the bustling city and it took the breath out of you everytime you would spend a few minutes appreciating the scenery.Â
You knock on his door, and not more than a few seconds later hes opening the door for you. A hearty laugh leaves your lips as your met with the image of him wearing grey cat ears. His cheeks rosy and the tips of his ears turn a hot red as he lets you in. you canât help but giggle as you make your way into his living room.Â
Seungcheol may be a little embarrassed by the cat ears but the real reason heâs blushing so hard isnât because youâre laughing at him. The moment he opened the door the first thing he notices is your costume. He mentally slapped himself trying not to drool at your figure. The brown corset you had on hugs your waist perfectly, the tightness accenuating your cleavage. Your breasts are practically spilling out of the top and the view is causing all the blood in his body to rush to his head. As you walked past him laughing he couldnât help but look down at how little your skirt covered. His heart was beating so fast, but he quickly masks his desire for you with annoyance.Â
âI think this is the first time Iâve seen you in cat ears.â Youâre practically creasing on his couch, laughing after every word.Â
âYouâre the one who wanted to do Tom and Jerry!â he defends himself, a displeased look plastered on his face.Â
âO-ok sorry sorry, itâs cute! Donât worry.â A giggle slips past your lips. You stand up and fix his cat ears, your smile widening at the fact that heâs not happy with how âcuteâ his costume is. âCâmon lemme draw some whiskers and a nose on you.âÂ
Taking his hand, you lead him to the couch. You let him sit down comfortably on the couch before you climb onto his lap, your eyeliner pencil in hand, ready to draw some whiskers. You focus on giving a cute circular nose, your tongue sticking out a little in concentration. Not wanting to mess up the whiskers, you dont pay attention to anything else as you draw three straight lines on each of his cheeks.Â
Seungcheol on the other hand is trying very hard not to focus on you. His hands are squeezing your hips with an iron grip. The direct view of your cleavage, the proximity of your body, it was getting too much for him. You were so in your own world, concerned by his cat makeup that you donât even notice your skirt riding up the slightest bit. He takes notice of this, his breath caught in his throat. With your legs straddling his, he has a good view of your panties peaking out from your skirt. Seungcheol can feel himself getting aroused but heâs trying his best to ignore it, his hands starting to sweat profusely.Â
âFuckâŠâ He mumbles under his breath, looking straight down at your exposed underwear. He felt a bit like a pervert but he just couldnât tear his eyes away from your body.Â
âShh Iâm almost done promise.â You assure him, oblivious to the fact that heâs not whining about the make up. âAnnnd done!â A satisfied smile spreads across your face as you get off his lap. Pulling down your skirt a little because of it slightly hiking up from being on his lap.Â
With a relieved sigh, Seungcheol gets up from the couch after you. He wasnât sure why heâs feeling about this away about you all of sudden. Maybe it was because you two were so close in such an intimate way? No that canât be it, Seungcheol thinks to himself, weâve known each other for so long. Maybe its because your costume was accenuating every attractive thing about you, he really didnât know. But what he does know is if that happened again he wouldnât know what to do with himself. With that last thought, he decides to just brush it off for now. He feels more than ready to get some alcohol in his system.Â
âLets go?â Seungcheol asks, lending you his bicep to wrap your hand around. You nod, taking his arm before walking out of his apartment, ready for the fun night ahead.Â
VI.Â
You two arrive in front of Jeonghanâs house. It isnât a far walk from Seungcheolâs apartment, maybe five to eight minutes and you were already there. As you stroll along the side walk the music exuding from his house becomes increasingly loud. The thumping of the bass echoing slightly throughout the neighbourhood, the halloween decorations hanging off the exterior. You are a little bit in awe at how many people are able to fit in a tiny bungalow, but despite the crowded atmosphere, a party like this is a perfect way to celebrate the end of your midterms.Â
As you and Seungcheol enter the house, you can already recognize a few familiar faces from your classes as well as some of your closest friends. The music practically enveloped you the moment you stepped into the room, the bass causing your heart to thump out of your chest. You squeeze onto Seungcheolâs arm tighter, not wanting to lose him in the crowd. He keeps you close, fearing that you may disappear the moment he lets you go. As you continue to scan the room for your friends, one person in paritcualr catches your attention.Â
 Soonyoung who was of course wearing a tiger onesie, is already in a drunken state, swaying around aimlessly, bumping into people and then proceeding to apologize with a hug accompanied by a kiss on the cheek. Watching this unfold causes a giggle to escape your lips, you pat Seungcheol and motion to the silly drunkard making his way out of the heaps of people. Seungcheol chuckles at Soonyoung as he ends up making his way over to the two of you. The drunk tiger yells out for you , engulfing you and Cheol into a bone crushing hug. Â
âTypical of you Hosh, youâre already drunk off your ass,â you scold him as you call him by his nickname, patting his fluffly tiger hood. âNow what are you doing going around and giving people kisses?âÂ
âY/Nie stop acting like my mom, câmon lets go find Hao and the others.â Soonyoung whines, tugging on your arm so that you would follow him. You give Seungcheol a look, and he just nods, you knew that meant he would go and find you later. So you let Hoshi pull you away, brining you over to your friends.Â
You spot Jeonghan and Minghao conversing in a corner of the room. This is the first time youâve seen an angel look like they were out to do more bad than good. Jeonghanâs angel wings and halo shaking as he laughs at something Minghao says. On Jeonghanâs left side is a Mona Lisa painting with the head and arms cut out. You laugh at the way Minghao is constantly keeping his hands in the same way as the original position of the painting as he talks.Â
âY/N! Finally the party doesnât really start till youâre here.â Jeonghan greets you, taking you out of Hoshiâs grasp to pull you into a hug. âYour costume is adorable but also really sexy, Jerry right? Whereâs your Tom?âÂ
âGoodevening to you too Hannie, and uhmâŠMona Lisa?â You giggle at Minghaoâs odd choice in costume.
âMona Eisa actually.â He corrects and you donât even think to ask any further questions.Â
âWell⊠he wouldâve been here if this intoxicated hamster didnât pull me away from him.â You reply to Jeonghan, giving Soonyoung a look, seeing that heâs already cuddling up to Minghao, who doesnât seem too pleased by the sudden affection. âSoonyoung stop trying to strangle Hao, heâs not going to disappear.â you scold him again, resulting in a pouty tiger.Â
âJesus Soonyoung let go of me that onesie you have on is like a fucking space heater.â Minghao complains, trying to push Hoshi away. Hoshi only whines, holding on tighter. Looking at the situation unfolding, a stranger would think Minghao is the older one of the two. You have always known how much of a lightweight Hoshi is, but tonight it seems heâs had more than usual.Â
âY/N stop calling me a hamster, and Hao whatâs wrong with a hug? I thought we were friends..â He continues to whine, his cheeks red from the alcohol.
âWe wonât be if you keep holding onto me like that you idiot,â Minghao replies, giving Hoshi a warning look. He let Minghao go with a mope forming on his lips. Minghao can only laugh and pat his head. He wasnât a big fan of physical affection but he still adored Hoshi even if he was clingy. Y/N found their friendship amusing, they would always quarrel with one another yet still show affection when it really mattered.Â
âOk ok, break it up you two. Y/N over here is way too sober, letâs fix that.â Jeonghan suggests, and you happily agree. Hoshiâs face lights up and he attempts to follow the two of you. âNo Hoshi, not you, youâve had enough. Go find Seungkwan Hao, this guy needs to be put on an alcohol ban.âÂ
Soonyoung sulks even harder, causing his chubby cheeks to accentuate. It made you giggle at how cute he gets when heâs drinking. You bid your goodbyes to Hoshi and Minghao and follow Jeonghan into the kitchen. As you trek towards where the alcohol is you say hello to some of the people you were friendly with, complimenting the pretty costumes you saw on the way.Â
 When you finally reach the kitchen, the countertop is filled with bottles of every type of alcohol. You end up spotting Seungcheol standing around the island, talking and drinking with Mingyu, Vernon, and Wonwoo. They notice your presence immediately giving you a polite wave. Wonwoo on the other hand takes a longer than normal look at you. This catches Seungcheolâs attention, causing him to grip his red cup harder till it is slightly crumpled in his hand.Â
âCheollibee! I didnât see you come in earlier.â Jeonghan snickers, taking a good glance at his costume. This only makes Cheol scowl at him, muttering about the wretched nicknames Jeonghan is always coming up with.Â
âHello Jeonghan.â Seunghceol deadpans, still leaning leisurely against the island.Â
âYou wanna take a shot with me and Y/N? Itâll be fun, promise.â Jeonghan urges, a mischievous glint twinkling in his eyes. You watch the two and laugh, Seungcheol never fails to show his disdain for Jeonghan, it was kind of their thing.
âSure why not.â Cheol shrugs, coming up to the two of you. He stands behind you, your body pressed against the counter, you can feel his breath fan the back of your neck. Stiffening at the feeling, you watch him grab a bottle from in front of you before pouring out three shots. For some reason the music was nothing compared to how fast your pulse was beating in your ears right now.Â
Seungcheolâs strong bicep wraps around you to pour a sufficient amount of liquor in each glass, his cologne engulfing your senses. It makes your knees weak, the proximity of his body pressing up against you has your mind running laps. It was so close you could feel his front side brush up against your behind. The thin material of your skirt feeling the texture of his rough jeans.Â
âYou ready?â Seungcheol whispers in your ear as you look down at the shot glass that heâs trying to hand you. The way his breath fans across your face makes you shiver inwardly. You only nod, taking the little shot glass out of his grasp.Â
From Jeonghanâs point of view you look like a deer in headlights, he canât help but smirk. Seungcheolâs presence obviously affecting you.Â
You turn around to face Cheol, and he backs away a little bit, taking the space beside you; one of his hands gripping the counter beside your waist. His blond hair pushed back, the soft cat ear headband hes wearing contrasts against his hard features. As you throw back your shot, you canât help but keep your eyes on him. His strong jawline becomes more prominent as he takes his own shot, the liquor dripping a little bit off his chin onto his shirt. Fuck, you thought, iâm not drunk enough for this.Â
Jeonghan sees you ogling and canât help but chuckle to himself, he pours another set of shots before handing them off to the two of you. Taking the shot, you wince one again as you feel the alcohol burn down your throat. Two shots arenât enough to get you drunk but you were definitely starting to feel a light buzz. Your surroundings start to become a tad bit hazy, but in a good way.Â
âCheollie why donât you take Y/N to dance?â Jeonghan suggests, his cheshire cat like grin returning. The look of his mischievous smile in juxtaposition with his innocent and pure white angel costume.Â
Your eyes light up the moment âdanceâ slipped out of Jeonghanâs mouth, causing you to tug on Seungcheolâs sleeve, urging him to take you to where everyone else is dancing. The alcohol running through his system and the way your eyes sparkle under the kitchen lights is enough for Seungcheol to agree. He could feel his buzz coming on now but he knew he is far from drunk.Â
âFine, letâs go.â He allows, pretending not to be a little intrigued on what your definition of âdancingâ is. Â
You smile excitedly and take his hand, leading him to the dance floor, your hips already swinging along with the music. Which was more like the middle of Jeonghanâs living room with the couches pushed to the side. The crowd of people in the middle of the room are moving with the groove of the thumping bass. You start to do the same, letting your inhibitions go. Taking Seungcheolâs hands you place them on your hips, your body's flush with each others. You snake your hands around his neck, holding onto him as you continue to move with the music. The grasp of his large hands holding your hips tight ignites sparks in your stomach.Â
Seungcheolâs throat goes dry as you turn around, your back facing him. Your ass flush with his front, causing him to hold onto your hips even tighter. What the fuckâŠ, he thinks to himself. The feeling of arousal sneaking up on him for the third time tonight. As you continue to grind on him, he canât help but let out a low groan, your ass moving against his growing hard on.Â
âYou enjoying your self princess?â Seungcheol whispers in your ear, his hands starting to move up and down. From your hips to your waist, up then back down to your hips once again. Your breath hitches, the tips of his fingers leaving a searing heat on your skin in its wake. The buzzing haze clouding your thoughts, the pounding of the music, the feeling of his hands on you, it was too much all at once.Â
âMhmm..â Is the only thing you can say in response as you continue to dance against him.Â
Seungcheol chuckles, he can sense your arousal too, with the way you put your hands over his, guiding them back to your hips. Keeping your hands on top of his own, you let the music take over you. You close your eyes to really savour the moment; just because youâre not sure when the next time you will get to experience this with Cheol again.Â
The more you dance with him, the warmer you get. The heat of his body radiates onto you, his hands move from your hips down to your exposed thighs then back up. Who knew that two shots in, you would be dancing (grinding) on your best friend in the middle of Jeonghanâs Halloween party? As time goes on, you feel your clothes stick to your skin just a little more than before, as well as the heat brewing in your stomach.Â
âCheollieâŠâ You look over your shoulder to meet his gaze. With a seductive smile, you give him bedroom eyes, not caring that youâre in front of so many people you know. Or the fact that youâre feeling extremely attracted to your best friend right now. âIâm feeling a little warm, can we go somewhere a little more quiet?â you ask, feigning your timidness.Â
âYeah if thatâs what you want.â He nods, giving you his charming, dimpled smile.Â
You take his hand, leading him down the hallway to Jeonghanâs room. But before you enter you send a text to Jeonghan, asking if it was ok to stay in his room for a bit. He replies promptly saying that it was fine and to drink the water in his mini fridge if you needed to. After reading that you had permission to enter, you bring both you and Cheol into the room, closing the door promptly behind you.
âYou feeling better in here Y/N?â Seungcheol inquires, grabbing a water from the mini fridge and handing it to you. You simply nod, grabbing the water from his and taking a sip.Â
âYeah thank you, it was getting really hot out there. Thank god Hannie always keeps his room freezing cold.â You shrug before taking another sip of your water as you sit down on his bed. You admire Seungcheol as he walks toward you, his tight shirt highlighting his muscular biceps, veins running down his forearms. You mentally shake yourself to stop the drool from dripping past your lips.Â
He towers over you, standing in front of you as you sit on the bed. You clear your throat before putting the water bottle down on the bedside table. Seungcheol grabs a piece of your hair, tucking it behind your ear, his hand moving down slowly to get ahold of your jaw. His grip is firm but gentle, forcing you to look up at him from where you sit. You gulp, frozen, his actions not clear enough for you to predict what heâll do next.Â
âYou have been teasing me a whole lot while you were dancing, did you know that princess?â He asks, looking down at you while he runs his thumb over your lip, pulling it down slightly.
He relinquishes his hold from your face, going to sit beside you on the bed. Your heart beats out of your chest as your eyes meet his. Seungcheolâs pupils are enlarged, his brown eyes lidded with lust. You arenât sure what to do, but whatever he has planned you really wouldnât be opposed to any of it. Although you were having fun dancing with him, a part of you knew if you kept on grinding against him like that, his self-restraint would break.Â
The muffled music and the sound of your heavy breaths are the only things to be heard in the room. You bite your lip, not sure how to answer him, your cheeks heating with a little embarrassment, apprehension, and excitement.
 âNo Cheol I didnât mean to,â you murmur, your face dangerously close to his. He shakes his head with a chuckle.
âDidnât mean to what? Get me hard from having you grinding on me like that?â he retorts, his hand comes up to grip your cheek, squishing it between his thumb and forefingers. âI think you did mean to, I only have so much self-control princess.â Â
He lets go of his grip on you, caressing the spot on your cheek where he pressed his thumb. With one swift motion, he grips your hips and pulls you onto his lap, moving your thighs to straddle his. You yelp due to how quickly he got you into the position, your skirt riding up once again.Â
âMm.. Maybe just a little bit, I guess I got caught up in the momentâŠâ you admit shyly, averting his hard gaze as you play with the hem of your skirt.Â
âWell your actions have consequences sweetheart, so what are you gonna do about it?â He whispers into your ear. A shiver runs down your spine, and the feeling of his hot breath fanning your face causes the heat to pool in your core, staining your panties.Â
âCheollieâŠâ you whimper, his hands back on your hips, his grip tightening with every second that passes. Embarrassed, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, not wanting to look him in the eyes. You were just so embarrassed at how turned on you are, the feeling of his body so close to yours has your walls lining with arousal.Â
âYou gonna fix what you did princess?â He continues to whisper to you, making you feel like you two are the only people in the entire house. The feeling of his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly has you leaning more into his touch, his fingertips leaving sparks as he continues. You nod into where you buried your face into his neck.Â
âWith words.â His tone is firm and another shiver runs through you, but instead, it runs straight through your hot core. His hands now running over your bare thighs, squishing them ever so slightly, as he admires how they look smushed onto his lap.Â
âIâll fix it, I want to.â You whisper as you look down at his full lips, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. âI really want you right now CheollieâŠâÂ
âI want you too, are you sure princess?â He asks, keeping a safe distance until he receives some verbal consent from you.Â
âYes, I want it please.â Youâre practically begging, whimpering as you lean in closer, your nose touching his.Â
Lost in his scent, you can feel the blood rush to your head at how close you are to him right now. His hands gripping onto your waist, his lips so close to yours but still not touching. The alcohol, your beating heart, his touch, itâs making your head dizzy with arousal. You wanted this so bad and you didnât know much you needed it up until this point. Out of all the people youâve been with before, nothing compares to how much youâre own best friend is turning you on right now. Something about him intoxicates you way more than the two shots you downed less than half an hour ago.Â
With that last thought, Seungcheol finally crashes his lips into yours. The moment he felt your lips on top of his it was like a fire ignited in him, one that he couldnât seem to light properly till you. Heâs only been kissing you for less than a minute but youâve already got him hooked. He knows that theres going to be no one after you. The feeling of your body against his is making all the blood rush down to his dick.Â
You place your hands on both his cheeks, pushing him into your face even more. Tasting the remnants of alcohol on his tongue, the flavour of him and what he drank making you whimper into the kiss. Seungcheol pushes his tongue into your mouth, exploring the softness of your lips. You couldnât comprehend how delicious it is to kiss Seungcheol, like he was some nectar youâve been deprived of all your life.Â
He groans as he feels you grind your clothed heat against his growing erection, the friction causing his head to spin. Gripping your hips even tighter, he continues you to kiss you with while moving your hips back and forth with ease. The hard motions causing you to pull back to let out a moan.Â
âHavenât even touched you properly and youâre already moaning like thatâŠâ Seungcheol groans, kissing up exposed cleavage and collarbones. âFuck angel youâll be the death of me.â
He adores the corset you have on, the fact that your tits practically spilling out right in front of his face made his dick even harder for you.Â
âMmmph, Cheol pleaseâŠâ You whine as he continues to suck on your exposed skin, leaving red marks all over. Gripping on his biceps to stabalize yourself, the feeling of him sucking harshly on your soft skin makes your eyes roll back. As you continue to grind on him you could feel him growing harder underneath you, it nudges against your cunt but barely, teasing you even further.Â
âTell me baby, what do you want?â He chuckles against your skin, leaving kisses along your neck and face.Â
âI need you to fuck me pleaseâŠâ You beg, your eyebrows scrunching in frustration, the kissing and grinding just isnât enough for you.Â
âAre you sure princess?â He asks slowly, trying to make sure that is something you really want. You look into his soft brown eyes with desperation, nodding to let him know that you need him right now.Â
âI do I do please Cheol, cant take this teasing anymore.â you complain, grinding your hips to urge him to take you already.
âYouâre a needy little slut arenât you darling?â He smirks, placing his lips on yours once again. This time he doesnât hold back with his actions, untying your corset from the back before taking it completely off you. He groans into the kiss as he places his hands your breasts, playing and tweaking with your pebbled nipples. You moan into his mouth as you feel him grope at your chest, fondling them in his hands expertly.Â
âP-please I need you now Cheol,â you whine harder, gripping onto his strands of blond hair, trying to ground yourself in this moment of increasing pleasure. His lack of touch where you need him most is frustrating you, he may be sucking on your tits but you want him to be sucking on your clit instead.Â
Youâre irritation forces you to seek relief for yourself, your hand snaking down past the bottom of your skirt, pushing your thong to the side. Placing your fingers on your sticky clit you let out a sastified moan. Cheol catches on quickly to your attempt to pleasure your self. You barely got to go in a full circle on your throbbing bud before he throws you onto the bed, laying you on your stomach. Dizzy from the sudden change in positions, you yell out a yelp as he forces your skirt cladded ass in the air.Â
âWhat a naughty girl you areâŠâ Cheol mutters to himself.Â
He tugs at your skirt so it bunches up around your hips, exposing your bare ass for him. Smirking to him self, he starts to caress the supple skin, that is until he brings his hand back to slap your ass with full force. It was so agressive that it jiggles from the impact, leaving a read hand mark on the soft surface.Â
âAh! Cheol please âm sorry, didnât meant to touch m-myself,â you cry out, the tears stinging your eyes. The cries turning into moans as he continues to smack your ass oneâŠtwo⊠three times⊠until its too much for you to count. Youâve never been hit like this before but you canât deny how good it feels.Â
âThis is what happens when you act like a fucking whore princess.â He chuckles, rubbing your hand print covered skin, trying to soothe you. âTell me you wont touch yourself without my permission again.âÂ
âI-I wont, p-promise. Please Cheollie I need you.â You blubber, the tears falling down your face. He hasnât even touched your needy pussy and youâre already a mess for him.Â
Seungcheol is satisfied at how pliant youâve become, crying and apologizing for him like a good girl. He thinks of all the things he wants to do to you, but ultimately he decides to reward you first. You had taken his slapping so obediently, he thought, wanting to giving you a prize for enduring him. So he turns you around, your back against the mattress, legs spread wide apart for him. He finally gets a good look at your face, becoming more satisfied seeing that the tears are staining your make up, your nose red, and your eyebrows knotted in sexual frustration as you pout for him. Cute, he thought.Â
âDont worry baby, iâll eat you so good youâll forget all about the pain.â He laughs as he lowers himself until heâs face to face with your heat. His warm breath fanning against your folds. His hands gripping your thighs tightly, keeping you spread for him. He licks his lips, wetting them before he indulges into your hot cunt.Â
Your underwear already pushed aside, he begins to lick a long fat strip against your wet lips. Letting out a wanton moan, you hold onto his hair, your thighs trying to close but his grip only becoming more tense.Â
âFuck Cheol⊠so good.â you moan out, your eyes rolling back with pleasure. He hums against your core, sending vibrations. His actions continue to make your walls build up with more arousal. Youâre so immersed in the feeling of his tongue, he decides to take it up a notch. Choking on air, you feel him insert a finger into your dripping hole, hooking it so it rubs against that spot that sends you into heaven. As his finger slides in and out of you, he suckles on your bundle of nerves. This is the moment you begin to see stars, and you start to feel that familiar build up below your stomach. Cheol adds another finger, picking up his pace a little bit.Â
âHmmph Cheol please⊠need to cum.â you beg him, and he speeds up. He speeds up so much you almost black out. Screaming his name, he puts all his force into getting you to the edge, it makes your toes curl. And then its gone.Â
âWhat the fuck?â you ask him, you face flushed from the moments before, but also with frustration. He can only smirk at you as he licks his fingers clean, his jaw wet with your arousal. Seungcheolâs eyes darken as he takes in your small frame below him, your wetness still glistening off his chin. His cat ears long gone, you admire his muscular build as he begins to take off his clothing.Â
âJust wanted to see you come on my cockâŠâ He mumbles, lining up his member with your entrance. Its large and the girth of it causes your breath to catch in your throat. Youâre a little scared how much of it is going to fit without it stinging, but at this point you canât bring yourself to care. All you want him to do now is to fuck you dumb.Â
Seungcheolâs self control is thinning second by second, he wants to take his time with you. Playing with you till his touch is burned into your skin. Till his length is burned in your pussyâs memory. So he teases you more, rubbing the tip of his hard member against your dripping folds. He loves how he can hear your lips squelch with every movement he makes.Â
Savouring the feeling of his cock head bumping into your clit, he places his hands on the mattress beside your waist. He moves his hips back and forth, letting his length glide against your lips but never going into your needy hole. The underside of his dick nestled within your folds, hitting your clit with each thrust.Â
âOh hmph⊠Cheollie please⊠inside please.â you moan salaciously, as you peak at how his cock is rubbing you. It looks so pornographic you almost come just at the sight of all.Â
âSorry baby, I just want to savour you for a bit.â He apologizes, his voice wavering as pleasure radiates through his body. The pre cum beading off the tip of his hardness. He relents his teasing, pulling back a bit to sit on the back of his heels. He stares at your knotted brows, the anticipation clearly written all over your face. Chuckling to himself he enters your tight cunt in one go. âSo fucking tight for meâŠâÂ
âCheol!â you yell his name, your legs held up to your chest by his large hands, folding you in half.Â
âHoly fuck princess, your pussy is perfect.â He praises into your ear while moving in and out of your entrance with ease. You clench around him after hearing him compliment you, your brain going blank with pleasure. The feeling of his cock makes you dizzy, especially with how perfectly he fills you. His large member stretching your walls deliciously, the tip grazing against that one spot that makes you weak.Â
âYou love taking this cock like a little slut donât you.â He mutters, letting go of your legs to put one against his shoulder. You can only nod and make sounds of approval.Â
Seungcheol admires the way his thick cock is spreading your entrance, making him groan. The white ring forming around the base of his dick makes his push into you faster. Your moans increase as you feel him speed up, the sounds of skin slapping fill the room. The echoing sounds of your wet pussy being filled by Seungcheolâs cock grows louder, making you even more horny than before.Â
You are so fucked out, you couldnât even form words of praise for him. The ridges of your walls being filled up by him is something you didnât know you needed until now.Â
That feeling you had in your chest on your way to Cheolâs place resurfaces, is this the night your friendship with him changes forever? You think to yourself while looking into his eyes, your eyebrows scrunching as you moan.
 The sight is so lewd, his member twitches inside your heat. He knows heâs close, but he doesnât want this to end. As he continues to thrust into you, he canât help but admire your beauty. Seungcheol was always aware that youâre an attractive person, but something about you being under him right now, drunk off his cock, basking in the moonlight that spills through the semi-closed curtain is really doing something to him. The feeling in his stomach only intensifies as he watches you moan his name deliriously. So fucking pretty, he thinks, the image of your coming undone burning into his memory.Â
âYou close princess?â He asks you, watching the way your legs are starting to shake a little. You nod as you look at him, silently pleading for him to make you cum. He flashes you a smile as his free hand goes to rub circles on your clit, continuing to piston in and out of your tightening hole. Eyes rolling with pleasure, your back arching off the bed as you lean into his touch even more. Clenching and then unclenching, your pussy is pulsing as it greedily sucks him in.Â
Seungcheol curses under his breath at the grip you have around his hard length, your walls pulsating with each circle he rubs into your clit. âIf you keep doing that, Iâm gonna come,â he warns you.Â
You smile at him mischeviously, repeating your actions again and again, watching his strokes becoming sloppier by the second.Â
âCome inside me Cheol, wanna see it drip out after,â you beg him, staring at him through your eyelashes innocently. He doesnât have to be told twice, his speed increasing once again. This shuts you up quickly, as you whine at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix. You feel him twitch in you again, and you know heâs close, so are you. Letting go, you orgasm, letting the high wash over your whole body. Your orgasm triggers his, causing him to spurt his hot load into your spent pussy, creaming you.Â
âThat wasâŠâ you say with a sigh, the exhaustion starting to catch up with you. Seungcheolâs breathing is heavy, his cock still buried in your cunt, his cum starting to seep out of the edges of your folds.Â
âYeah it was.â He agress with you, finally pulling out. He takes a tissue from the bedside table, wiping off his softening member and then you. Kissing your forehead, he collects your clothes as well as his own.Â
You watch his muscular back as he picks up each article of clothing. A cold shiver running down your spine as the realisation washed over you, causing your heart to skip.Â
I just fucked my best friend, you thought to yourself. Your cheeks heat up profusely at how lustful you two became, but also your bashfulness turns into embarrassment and a little bit of worry. The talks youâve had with Jeonghan and the others about hooking up with a close friend flood your mind. You know things like these never end well, but at the same time this isnât just any other friend. This is Seungcheol, and for some reason you canât pinpoint whether thatâs a good or bad thing.Â
Seungcheol finishes picking up everything off the floor, handing you your corset as he puts his own clothing on. You untie the strings and clasp the front parts easily, only to struggle with re-tightening the back. With a meek expression, you stand in front of Cheol with your back facing him.Â
âUh, do you think you can tighten the back for me.â your voice sounding small. He smirks at how shy youâve become after the fact he fucked you shamelessly less than fifteen minutes ago.Â
âOf course princess,â he leans in to whisper in your ear. His breath fanning against your neck, causing you to shiver visibly. He lets out a low chuckle before tying up your corset, his fingers gliding agaisnt your skin. The touch is hot but gentle, yet the feeling lingers for a few seconds. You canât help but gulp, thinking about how just a few moments ago his grip was harsh and possessive. Before you could register what was happening next, he steps away, asking if you want to return to the party.Â
âThank you,â you mumble before taking his hand and leaving Jeonghanâs room.Â
It isnât long before you find the host of the party. He is leaning against the counter, laughing about something with Joshua. The party had dyed down considerably, the only people left were a part of your friend group. You leave Seungcheolâs side to go talk to Jeonghan.Â
âNow where have you been?â Jeonghan asks as you walk up to him, his smirk increasing as the blush on your cheeks grow. Your eyes are wide, as if he caught you doing something you shouldnât.Â
âU-um well me and Cheol just hung out in your room for a bit, the party was getting overwhelming.â you mentally curse yourself for stuttering.Â
âUh huh⊠hanging out. So do I or do I not have to wash my sheets?â Jeonghan presses, smiling deviously at how your mouth opens and then closes. Your eyes are wide with embarrassment, you can feel the heat radiate off your entire face.Â
âJeonghan!â You squeak, before grabbing his arm to pull him aside, leading him away from curious ears. âOk yes, please wash your sheets. Iâm sorry I don't know what happened, one thing just led to the next⊠and then yeah.â
You admit to your actions, feeling guilty for staining your best friend's sheets. Your eyes are glued to your twiddling thumbs, waiting for his response. Jeonghan laughs, he laughs. A hearty, bent over clutching his stomach type of laugh.Â
âFucking finally, oh my god Y/N. Sorry but it was bound to happen, you should've seen the way he was looking at you tonight. I swear to god if you didnât fuck him anytime soon he was going to eat you whole.â He giggles, his hand on your shoulder to support himself, as he tries not to double over again.Â
âW-what?â Youâre confused, you werenât really sure why Jeonghan said all that, from what you can remember Cheol was acting perfectly normal.Â
âYou really are so oblivious arenât you Y/Nie.â He sighs as he pats your head. âIâm just glad you got that out of your system, you havenât gotten laid in so long.âÂ
âHey! You donât have to say it like thatâŠâ you pout, âHannie, I donât know what to do now though? Frankly, Iâm scared, this is obviously going to change thingsâŠâÂ
âYouâll be fine, trust me. Just talk to him, itâs only Seungcheollie after all.â He comforts you, and it admittedly it does help. You knew if there was anyone you could talk to about this it would be Jeonghan.Â
âOk, Iâm going to his place after anyways. Thanks, Hannie. Also please donât tell Soonyoung and HaoâŠâ You plead.Â
âDonât worry darling, your secret is safe with me.â He smiles softly, pinching your cheek. You give him a hug, thankful you have someone to lean on when youâre feeling distraught. Especially because you canât get advice about Cheol from Cheol, even if heâs your best friend too.Â
âY/N letâs go home?â Seungcheol interrupts your embrace with Jeonghan. You pull away and his mouth is pressed into a thin line, the possessiveness obvious to anyone but you. Jeonghan playfully kisses your forehead, knowing how much it will piss Seungcheol off.Â
âOk, bye Hannie, Iâll see you on Monday ok?â you wave goodbye as Seungcheol takes your hand in his.Â
âBye Y/N, iâll speak to you later Seungcheollie. Get home safely you two.â He smirks, eyes connecting with Cheol. His face is hard with an unreadable emotion, he only nods at Jeonghanâs statement before leading you two to the front door.Â
You bid your friends farewell as you walk towards the entrance of the house, your eyes drifting over to see the drunken tiger sleeping peacefully on Minghaoâs shoulder. You wave goodbye to him as well before youâre engulfed by the chilly fall wind.Â
Itâs quiet as you continue on the path to his apartment, your footsteps echoing along the pavement. The city lights shine all around you, the moon gleaming in the dark sky. It really is a perfect day for Halloweekend, you think, hearing the cars zip past you along the street. It is nearing 2 a.m., and the streets are not as busy as they were while you were on the way here. Â
âYouâre not too cold right?â Seungcheol asks awkwardly with his hands in his pocket.Â
âA little but itâs only a couple blocks till your place so itâs okâŠâ you mumble, aware of the stiff atmosphere. He only nods before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, sharing his body heat with you. As you two stride down the pavement, you lean into his touch more. The silence between you two becomes more comfortable, admiring the scenery even more as youâre wrapped in his warmth.Â
VII.Â
The morning after you lay peacefully asleep on Cheolâs king sized bed. Your breathing steady as Seungcheol observes your soft features. Without even thinking his actions through, he pushes your hair so itâs not in your face. He takes in the way your brows are scrunching, the pout clear on your face even in your sleep. Cute, he thought.Â
It was a normal occurrence for you two to sleep in the same bed, platonically. A tradition that carried on from your child sleep overs to adulthood.Â
Reminiscing about the events from last night, Seungcheol feels a tug at his heart, heâs confused. Never have you two been that intimate with each other before, and heâs surprised at how much heâs thinking about what happened. The visions of you under him playing over and over again in his brain. This is the first time he has hooked up with someone thats made him think about his actions so intensely. But knowing that its you, out of all people, complicates his feelings even more.Yet he still forces himself to acknowledge the fact that your friendship has changed, but heâs still not sure if itâs good or bad.Â
â đ flash back to seungcheolâs freshman year.Â
beep. beep.Â
With a heavy heart Seungcheol hangs up the facetime call. You had to go to sleep early, and he only hung up a few minutes ago, but he already misses you.Â
The emptiness of his apartment was harrowing. The silence began to amplify, and the lack of noise caused his ears to buzz. The steadiness of his breath was the only sound keeping him grounded in his forlorn reality.Â
In his 18 years of life, he has never felt more alone. He was in his first year at University, in a different city full of strangers. Most importantly, he was thousands of miles away from you. You had been with Cheol for the better part of his life, and not having you close was a foreign feeling for him.Â
Pulling out his journal, he begins to write every single thought and feeling down, just needing a way to let go of all of his feelings. Telling you up front was scary for him, he didnât want to burden you with his problem especially since you had many of your own.Â
Itâs your last year and highschool and when you two were on the phone talking, it was mostly when you were studying for your next test or something along those lines.Â
Seungcheol wished that he could tell you everything that he held in his heart but it was just something he couldnt bring himself to do. You seemed so stressed and busy trying to make sure you were able to get into the same university as him, that he just didnât want to add on to the baggage that you were already carrying.Â
The familiar pang in his heart resurfaced once again, it ached in a way he couldnât really describe. The feeling of being somewhere unfamiliar as well as being around unfamiliar people just made him feel so alone, secluded. It started out with a simple âdear y/nâ.Â
Dear Y/n,Â
Today was just like the previous ones. I spent most of my time adjusting to my classes, going over lectures, and like every other day, I still miss you. I actually met someone new today, his name is Jeonghan, and I don't really like him all that much. Although heâs not my favourite person in the world he seems to make me feel less alone. His constant need to pester me about the dumbest things remind me so much of you. He has a childish attitude and I think you two would get along really well. Although in front of him I show distaste for his antics, I'm still thankful that he keeps me company. I wish I could just tell you whatâs happening but I want to stay strong. I want to stay strong so that when you get here I can be the one you lean on. I want to be the one that you can talk to when you become overwhelmed with your first year.Â
Just because I feel this way right now doesnât mean that you have to go through the same things as me. I just want you by my side. So hurry up and graduate so i can finally see you in person again.Â
Always yours,Â
Cheol.Â
â đ end of flashback.Â
Before he could wake you up for breakfast, his phone chimes with a notification. He picks up his phone, reading the name only to roll his eyes after, âYoon Jeonghanâ.Â
âHad fun last night Cheollie?â Jeonghan chuckles over the line, Seungcheol can already invision the smirk on Hanâs lips.
âSo much Jeonghan. Why do you ask.â Seungcheol says sarcastically as he gets up to leave the room, not wanting to wake you up from the phone call.Â
âIm going to need you to send me $50.â Seungcheol scoffs at this.Â
âThe fuck? Why?â He presses, pinching the bridge of his nose, he can already feel the headache coming on.Â
âBecause you and Y/n stained my sheets. Obviously.â Jeonghan says smugly.Â
Cheol rolls his eyes once again, he can already envision the look on Jeonghanâs face. He shouldâve expected that Y/n told him. He wasnât mad at her, but he knows that Jeonghan is never going to let this go. He sighs, it was the right thing to do, he literally fucked you on Jeonghanâs bed.Â
âFine fine, just donât call me again. I hear your voice enough at school as it is.â Seungcheol grumbles, knowing that even though he warns him, Jeonghan will continue to do what he wants. Cheol curses you in his head silently, wondering why a sweet girl like you became friends with the devilâs spawn.Â
âSoâŠyou gonna finally tell Y/n youâre in love with her?â Jeonghan asks in a non-chalant manner.Â
âJeonghan. Iâm not in love with her.âÂ
âSure youâre notâŠbut Iâm sure youâre pissed as hell knowing Wonwoo was admiring her all night.â Jeonghan teases, causing Seungcheols ears to heat up. He noticed it too, the way Wonwooâs eyes lingered on you for an abnormal amount of time. Multiple times that night Seungheol had caught him staring .Â
âWhatever man, Y/n is my best friend. I want it to stay that way.â Seungcheol huffs before hanging up, the agitation never leaving his body. Agitated at Jeonghan for spitting nonsense and agitated at Wonwoo for looking at you so intensely last night. He doesnât know why the latter has him so worked up, but he canât shake the feeling off so easily.Â
On the otherside of the door, you stand there, your heart sinking all the way down to your feet. You woke up shortly after Seungcheol went to pick up his call but decided to stay in bed a little longer. Now youâre fully awake, trying to keep your eyes dry after hearing the words that your best friend just uttered.Â
It shouldnât even hurt this much, you think. You know that all youâll ever be is Seugncheols best friend, but why did it feel like you have just been hit by a ton of bricks?Â
Before you could finish your thoughts the door slowly creaks open, so you blink away your unshed tears, coming face to face with your Seungcheol.Â
âOh. Didnât know you were awake.â Seungcheolâs eyes are wide, heâs wondering if you overheard his call with Jeonghan.Â
âY-yeah I just came from the washroom.â You stutter. A wave of relief washes over Seungcheol.Â
Whilst talking to Jeonghan over the phone, it felt like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone that he doesnât have feelings for you. It was like the words were practically being forced out of his mouth. The guilt was knawing at him, but why? Why should Seungcheol feel guilty for telling the truth? Youâre Y/n, his bestfriend Y/n. The Y/n he fucked deep into Jeonghanâs mattress last nightâŠÂ
âI feel like we should talk about last nightâŠâ He says after his train of thoughts.Â
Wide eyed and rosy cheeked, you didnât expect him to bring up the events of last night so early on. The visions of you and Cheol tangled in the sheets of Jeonghanâs bed starting to leak their way back into the forefront of your memory.Â
Instead of saying anything more, you just nod. Making your way to his couch, sitting at the corner where the back of the couch and armrest connected. Seungcheol follows suit. He looks serious, lips press into a thin line, eyeing you for some type of indicator that you feel the tension as much as he does.Â
âAbout last nightâŠâ you begin, not sure how you want to proceed, but you continue to talk anyways, âDid you enjoy it as much as I did?â
With that question, your heart stops momentarily, preparing for Seungcheol to tell you how much he regretted what happened.Â
âI did like it. But I just donât want this to ruin our friendship Y/n. Youâre my best friend.â Seungcheol confesses, youâre nerves put at ease momentarily. He keeps repeating those dreaded words âYouâre my best friendâ.Â
With every breath you take its like a stab in the chest.Â
âIf you regret it thatâs ok. We can just leave it in the past, but I just want to be honest with you CheolâŠâ you gulp, trying to find the right words to express how you feel,
âIâve never felt that good before, and if there was some way we could arrange something between us. I wouldnât be opposed.â You finally huff out. Gnawing anxiously at the inside of your cheek, you wait for his response.Â
Seungcheolâs heart skips a beat, heâs quick to agree. âIâm ok with that.âÂ
âI-Wait? Really? You wanna do thisâŠ?â youâre dumbfounded.Â
The man of reason himself, is agreeing to a friends with benefits situation. Huh?
Seungcheol is someone who is very aware of how âFWBâ tends to ruin friendships, but he canât resist this opportunity. Especially after last night.Â
âI do. I would be lying if I said I didnât want a round two of what happened at the party⊠but if we want to do this I feel like there should be some rules.â He concluded.Â
VIII.Â
âSo you are and Seungcheol are fuck buddies now?!â Jeonghan exclaims, you try your best not to slap the incredulous look off his face in the middle of the student union centre.Â
âOh my god why donât you just tell the whole world while youâre at it,â you seethe, shoving his shoulder lightly as he leans over the table, forcing him to sit back in his chair. His sandwich long forgotten.Â
Jeonghan has known the feelings youâve secretly harboured for Seungcheol for years now. He expected that after what happened at his halloween party you and Seungcheol would finally confess to each other. What he didnât expect were for the you to do to the exact opposite. Iâm surrounded by idiots, he thought to himself.
âYou two are the stupidest people alive I swearâŠâ he mutters under his breath. Youâre close enough to pick up what he said, giving him a glare from across the table.Â
That previous saturday morning you and Seungcheol hashed out the details of youâre enhanced friendship. It was a pretty simple set of rules:Â
No strings attached. If one person catches feelings then the agreement is null and void.Â
The ârelationshipâ is strictly exclusive. No fucking other people.Â
No one is to know about this. Exception: Jeonghan.Â
There wasnât really a point hiding anything from Jeonghan, even if Seungcheol was against him knowing, he knew that Jeonghan would find out one way or another.Â
âWeâve been friends for so long Hannie, this is just an added bonus.â You tell him, although a small part of you knows youâre convincing yourself more than anyone.
âGood afternoon to you all.â A cheerful voice interrupts your conversation. Soonyoung walks towards your table with a cheeky smile on his face. Minghao trails behind him, looking exhausted.Â
âAh so the tiger finally is out of his den huh?â Jeonghan chuckles, referring to Hoshiâs weekend long recovery after the halloween party. The three of them took time out of their saturday nursing Hoshi back to health.Â
âWell what can I say? You canât keep me tame for long.â He practically growls. Minghao side-eyes him, the look of disgust and worry painted all over his face.Â
â...Ok! So what were you two whispering about?â Minghao asks, wanting to stray as far away from the tiger discourse as fast as possible.Â
âIt wasnât anything important. Well would you look at the time! Jeonghan we gotta go or weâll be late to our class.â You try to avoid the conversation, the guilt start to boil in your stomach.Â
Of course you wanted let Minghao and Soonyoung know whatâs going on, but itâs just not a good idea. Especially after having a mutual agreement with Seungcheol not to tell anyone, other than Jeonghan. The more people know, the more blown out of proportion things could get.Â
âWell thats my queue, see you two love birds later!â Jeonghan waves at the two frenemies, knowing it would piss Hao off.Â
âHey! Yoon Jeonghan come back here!â You can hear Minghao yelling from across the room as you tug Jeonghan along. The only thing he does is throw his head back laughing, while Soonyoung looks around cluelessly.Â
IX.Â
âSo what should our research proposal be?â Wonwoo asks, looking at you for ideas.Â
After entering class the professor allowed time for partners to start brainstorming for the midterm project. With everything that has happened during the weekend you hardly had time to think about school again. You actively recall the events in your head, thinking about the way Seungcheol towered over you. The thought of it all causing your cheeks to heat.Â
âY/n? You still there?â Wonwoo calls out for you, waving his hand in front of your face.Â
Your eyes go wide, and you shake your head slightly, waking up from your self induced trance. Wonwoo on the other hand looked confused.Â
âYeah I was just thinking about something.â you mumble, your cheeks blushing even further. The fact that you were thinking about fucking Seungcheol while you were trying to work on a project made you feel bad for Wonwoo. Clearly you werenât focused on the task at hand, which was more important than your mid-day fantasies.Â
âOh ok. Anyways what do you think about doing child development and growing up with pets?â Wonwoo looks for your reaction, trying to gage whether you thought it was a good idea or not.Â
Internally, Wonwoo became curious on what has taken up half of your attention. He finds you interesting to say the least, and pretty. He doesnât know why it took him so long to realize how fun you are to be around, but a part of him wants to get to know you more. The other part conflicted, knowing that all your friends believe that you and Seungcheol are meant to be. Yet he canât help but wonder if he could be the one to make you fall instead of Cheol.Â
âThat actually sounds really interesting! I'm down to do that.â You smile at him, thankful heâs a good partner, and not someone who just makes you do all the work.Â
âPerfect. Honestly Iâm glad I have you as a partner Y/n. Youâre a lot better than the ones Iâve had in the past.â He confesses, putting a hand on your shoulder, his warm smile causing you to blush hard.Â
You glance over at his hand, before looking up at him once more. Wonwoo is an attractive man, you can admit that much. The time you spend with him is enjoyable to say the least, but to you heâs like any other guy friend you have. Seungcheol being the one exception, who has been on your mind since youâve met him. A man whoâs been able to woo you since you were kids, in the most silent and gentle ways too.Â
You leave your train of thought to answer Wonwoo once more.Â
âY-yeah same! Weâve had the same friends but for some reason we were never that close. Maybe we can change that.â You return his friendly affection. At least thatâs what it seems like to you, friendly affection.Â
âIâd like that a lot actually. I'm sure youâd be better company than the boys, or at least cleaner.â He laughs. You laugh along with him, not really thinking much of his words.Â
ïżœïżœ
Seungcheol was annoyed, he watches the way you and Wonwoo are laughing together. The blood in his veins already starting to curdle and boil. Who does Wonwoo think he is? His habit of wanting to be around you at all times kicks in once more.Â
Cheol is aware of his possessive tendencies, but he doesnât ever admit about them out loud. It wouldnât be fair to speak on your actions when you arenât dating him romantically. Although he convinces himself heâs only your best friend, he canât help but refuse to push aside his jealousy of seeing Wonwoo spend time with you when it should be him instead.Â
âYou know Wonwoo isnât going to spontaneously combust the longer you look at him. Youâre going to have to try a different tactic.â Jeonghan mutters beside him, trying not to laugh at Seungcheol.Â
âI dont know what youâre talking about.â Seungcheol crosses his arms, pouting, looking like a cranky child who didnât get his way. He knows Jeonghan is right but he canât help but try to blow up the whole lecture hall in his mind.Â
âOh please, cut the act Cheollie. We both know youâre jealous of them. Wonwoo isnât even doing anything and Y/n seems to already be falling for his charms.â
âJeonghan whatever you have planned I donât want to be apart of it.â Seungcheol quips, but he can still see the mischievous grin begin to form on Jeonghanâs face within his peripheral vision.Â
âWhat plan?â Jeonghan gasps, putting his hand over his chest, feigning an insulted expression. Trying to keep up the act, as if Cheol didnât have him all figured out.Â
âŠ
âThanks for today Wonwoo!â You beam at him, sitting up from your desk to collect your things. He smiles back at you, the crescent shape of his eyes emphasizing.Â
âMaybe next time we can go to a cafe for our next study session?â He suggests, looking at you for a sign of approval.Â
âYeah that sounds like fun actually!â You agreed, feeling happy that youâre partner is actually wanting to put in the work for once. âAnyways, I gotta go meet up with Cheol, see you soon!âÂ
âSee you Y/n.â He smiles at you politely, like always, and you find it quite endearing.Â
You wave him one last goodbye before finishing up packing your things, and putting your laptop in your bag.Â
âY/nie!â Jeonghan calls out for you, standing by the door with Seungcheol.
You turn around and spot them, waving at them with excitement. Focusing more on your best friend than the person who called your name. His blond hair flowed, the tight polo shirt hugging his large biceps. You drooled inwardly, trying not to get caught practically eye-fucking him.Â
He catches you staring at him, smirking at you as you continue to get closer. Pulling you in by the waist he hugs you. This caught you off guard, Cheol was never one for affection in public. Even as friends, itâs always been within privacy, unless there was some type of special occasion.Â
âAlways wearing a tight little skirt for me arenât you princess?â He whispers in your ear, causing you to blush.Â
 Oh. His voice is low enough that youâre the only one that can hear him. So this is why he hugged you? Because of the outfit you have on? You really hadnât thought much of it, the skirt didnât seem short in your own opinion, but you became flustered knowing it was turning him on.Â
âY/n and I gotta do something, see you later Jeonghan.â Seungcheol dismisses him quickly, tugging you past the lecture doors without another word.Â
You begin to follow him down the long corridors of your University, pushing past crowds of people as they all herd towards their next class. The opposition of the two of you moving in the other direction causing you to bump into each person you pass. A string of ââexcuse meâsââ and âsorryâsâ leaving your lips. The handsome and strong man pulling you by your waist doesnât care who he bumps into, his mind only on one thing and one thing only.Â
It happens all within a blink of an eye, and before you can become fully aware of whatâs going on, you find yourself in an empty classroom. The door locks with a click behind you.Â
âDid you enjoy your study session with Wonwoo?â Seungcheol inquires out of nowhere, feigning nonchalance. Just saying his name is starting to piss him off. Yes he sees Wonwoo as a friend, but he wants you to only see Wonwoo that way too.Â
âIt was normalâŠwhy?â youâre suspicious. Since when did he care about the fact that youâre partners with Wonwoo? You wonder to yourself, but he continues to try and close the distance between you two.Â
âI could see the way he was looking at you, even though I was across the room.â He huffs, like a spoiled child who was told to share.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about Cheol.â you sighed. âSounds like youâre jealous.âÂ
Your heart skips a beat as you utter those words. If Seungcheol is jealous of Wonwoo what does that mean for the two of you? Does he wants you more than as someone to press into his mattress each night? You pondered it for a moment, but youâre highly doubtful of that being the case. It just canât be, Seungcheol grew up as an only child, he probably just doesnât like to share, you try to justify.Â
âJealous? Baby of course Iâm jealous. I donât like to share.â He scoffs, fuck not voicing out my jealousy, he thinks. Itâs like you were reading his mind. Â
He begins striding his way over to you till your back is pressed against the desk behind you.Â
âItâs not like we were going to hook up, heâs my partner?â It was your turn to scoff at him, trying to ignore your pulse quickening as his face inches closer to yours.Â
Seugncheol looks down at your lips, admiring how your teeth graze against them as you bite down. He likes that he has an effect on you, especially with knowing that heâs the only one who gets to see you like this. Just thinking about being the only one making you come causes the blood to flow down straight to his already hardening member.Â
Placing his large hands on your hips, he tugs you closer to him. A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his hard on against your thigh. Your eyes staring up at him, admiring how he is towering over you, the stern look on his face causing warmth to pool at your core. Youâve always loved how much larger he is compared to you, his shoulders and arms enclosing you completely.Â
âThat better be all he is to you angel, this pussy is mine.â He mutters against your neck, trailing kisses on your delicate skin. As your eyes roll back, you whimper, relishing in the feeling of his lips and the tightness of his grip on your waist.Â
He pulls you on to the desk, causing you to sit, your legs spread wide enough for him to slip in between. Caressing your exposed thighs, he canât help but let out a groan as he feels the softness of your skin. Everything about you and your body made his head dizzy with lust, especially when you look at him so innocently with anticipation. Youâre alway so eager for his next move.Â
âI love how wet this pussy gets for me. Barely touched you and youâre already soakedâ He mumbles, grazing a finger ahaisnt your underwear clad wetness. The feeling of his fingers make your knees weak, and he hasnât even put them inside you. He continues to move his fingers against you while kissing you tenderly. After what happened at Jeonghanâs, Seugncheol has been dying to get his hands on you again, savouring the taste of your lips even more.Â
The smack of your lips moving against his fill the quiet classroom. It was so eerily silent through out the room that you become paranoid that someone might catch you two. Knowing how much your reputation matters for your scholarship, you wonder what the reparations would be caught having sex in public.Â
âHmm Cheol.â You whine, but your legs spread further instead of shutting closed. âWeâre at school, we canât be doing this.âÂ
Your brain is fogged by his touch even as you try to think rationally. With every kiss and every stroke of his finger, your mind begins to slip into a state of pleasure. The outside world becoming a muted background as Seungcheol is pulled further into the forefront of your mind.Â
âBut look at you all needy. Would you rather I just leave you like this?â He practically purred into your ear, licking up the side of your neck as he sucks behind your ear. The hotness of his breath and the heat of his kisses makes you give in to him completely.Â
Fuck it felt so dirty being here, but you canât bring yourself to ask him to stop.Â
âThis pussy needs tending to doesnât it baby?â He chides, his tone of voice causing to whine against him once more. You decide to let your morals go for just one moment, spreading your legs further, giving him full access to where you needed him most.Â
Instead of staying anything more, he takes the opportunity to press his lips against yours once again. The urgency of the kiss causing you to moan against his mouth, feeling the way his tongue pushes past your lips, caressing your mouth with passion and vigour.Â
His hand snaking their way down to your skirt, pulling off your lace underwear without any hesitation. You lift your hips to ease their removal, excited to feel his fingers fill you.
 As he pushes a finger in, you gasp into his mouth, the squelch of your wetness echoes within the walls of the classroom. His finger pumps your hot pussy, your core clenching and unclenching with each thrust of his hand. Seungcheol continues to add more fingers until heâs able to fit up to three comfortably. Your moans never ceasing for a single moment, the euphoria of his long digits massaging your soft spot causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.Â
âWant you.â You somehow were able to voice out, begging him for his length to fill you instead.Â
âBe clear with your words princess. Iâm already giving myself to you.â He plays dumb, continues you finger you as his thumb circles your clit.Â
âI want you inside me please.â You let out another moan, the stimulation of him pumping his fingers into you, while rubbing your sensitive bud has your mind going blank.Â
âI am inside you love.â He chuckles, enjoying you beg for him. His member straining against his jeans. Seungheol could continue this for hours, but he knows the moment you ask, heâll be fucking you with his hard length instead.Â
âWant your cock please Choelieâ You whine louder, your hands making their way to unbuckle his belt.Â
âGood girl, thats what I wanted to hear.â He mutters against your neck, finally moving his hands away from your body to remove his jeans.Â
The absence of his fingers make you whine, but youâre quickly silenced by the feeling of his thick length pushing past your wet pussy lips. It makes you gasp and lean black slightly, your arms locked at the elbow as you try to support yourself.Â
âS-so good.â Youâre words practically imcomprehensable as Seugncheol pumps himself inside and out of you. His length leaving your warmth only to push back into you fully once more. Over and over till a creamy ring appears at the base of his cock.Â
âWhoâs pussy is this princess?â He asks you, his hand making its way to your neck, holding onto you tight, but only enough to make your head go fuzzy.Â
âMmph Yours!â You sputter, only able to think about the way his hardness is caressing against that one spot against you. He hits it once more and before you know it youâre coming all over his length.Â
âFuck youâre so tight angel.â He praises you, snapping his hips till heâs filling you with his hot white seed.Â
âAh Cheol.â You call out slaciously, your head falling against his shoulder, tired from how hard he fucked you.Â
âYouâre always so good for me arenât you?â He kisses your cheek as he takes a tissue from your bag to clean you up.Â
Too tired to respond you let him take care of you, it causes your pulse to beat against your veins hard. Hiding your face in his chest, he helps you get dressed after your classroom quickie.Â
You jump off the desk, his hand wrapping around you to ensure you donât fall. Knees wobbling slightly you hold onto him for support. One thing you canât seem to get over is how caring he is after heâs pumped you full of his come. In a fucked up way it makes you fall for him further.Â
âYou ok to walk?â he cautioned, not wanting you to fall to the ground. You only nod and simply wrap a hand around his bicep, stablizing you.Â
âIâm fine, but can we go home now?â You murmur, placing a kiss on his cheek as an unspoken thank you.Â
âOf course.âÂ
X.Â
After getting home from school and Seungcheolâs place, you decide to give Jeonghan a call. You didnât know how to feel about what happened today, especially after Seugncheol had expressed his jealousy for Wonwoo. Maybe it really isnât that deep, but the fact he acted so possessive made your stomach flutter, but also confused you even more.Â
Jeonghan is the only person who knows whatâs been happening, so you turn to him in your time of need. What you didnât expect was from him to yell into your ear instead.Â
âWhy are you fucking in a classroom, are you insane?!â Jeonghan yells at you through the speaker of his phone. Your cheeks turning a bright pink at his words.Â
âOk I know it was a bad idea, but its fine we didnât get caught!â you try to justify your actions, but you agree it is pretty insane to fuck in a classrom, especailly during school hours. It was like you were possessed in the heat of the moment, nothing couldâve stopped you from letting Cheol fuck you.Â
âY/n you canât just be making bad decisonms because youâre âHâ word!â He scolds you, sounding like your mother for a second. You canât help but giggle at the fact that he hates saying the word horny. Jeonghan once telling you someone like him should never say such an ugly word.Â
You roll your eyes even though he canât even see you. Youâre phonecall with him quickly turning into a lecture because of how hard heâs scolding you right now.Â
âDonât you dare roll your eyes at me young lady.â He warns you, causing you to jump and look around your room. You know hes not here but somehow youâre spooked.Â
âYou canât even see me so how would you know?â You bite back defensively even though you know hes right.Â
âBecaue I know you! Oh my Y/nie one day this whole situation is going to bite you in the ass. You and Cheol should jsut be responsible adults and confess already.â He groans, he isnât even the one in this predicament and yet hes the frustrated one.Â
âOk Han, you were literally on call with him the morning after your party. You heard him! He only sees me as a friend.â You counter, not wanting to have to remind yourself that your best friend doesnât like you back.Â
âOh please Y/nie, we both know he was lying out of his ass.âÂ
âHow would you know? He sounded pretty confident to me.â You mutter, absentmindedly playing with the drawstring on your shorts. The scene continues to replay in your head, he obviously doesnât like me, you think. You can still recall the way your heart stopped beating for a millisecond as you heard him utter those words.Â
âYou two are impossible.â Jeonghan sighs, thinking hard. And with that, it was like a lightbulb went off in his head, with a large ding and everything. âY/nie donât hate me but I have an idea.âÂ
âHuh? What is it?âÂ
âWhat if you try and make him jealous.â He chuckles, itâs soft but there was an evil sound to it all. Â
âJeonghan whatever idea you have brewing in the scheming head of yours, I dont want to hear it.â You warn him, already not liking where this is going. The thought of seeing Seugncheol jealous is intriguing indeed, but what happens if you realize you donât even have that effect on him? It would be so embarrassing.Â
âYouâll never know what could happen unless you try!â He concludes in a sing-song tone, you can already invision the menacing look on his face.Â
âHannie itâs so highschool, I donât think itâd be smart to do something like that.âÂ
âOk but youâll fuck him on campus grounds?â He rebuttals, shutting you up quickly.Â
âI-â You couldnât even defend yourself.Â
âNight Y/nie! See you tomorrow.â The line goes dead, and you curse out at your blank phone screen. Leave it up to Yoon Jeonghan to put bad ideas into your head.Â
XI.
The next day you sit with Wonwoo in a coffee shop that is only a few minutes away from campus.The city had gotten more chilly with each day that passed, and the cafe was a perfect meeting place to do your project. The warm atmosphere enveloped yout two into a perfect working rhythm. Your partnership with Wonwoo was a lot better than the previous ones youâve had for classes, you agree to spend the majority of your time going over what to add to the presentation, as well as how it should be presented. Hours felt like minutes, and you two ended up finished earlier than you had anticipated.Â
âIâm so surprised how quickly we got through everything! We even finished everything early,â you rejoiced, happy that Wonwoo is such a productive partner.Â
âHonestly we make a really good team.â Wonwoo compliments you, giving you that same polite smile. You end up blushing, his eyes staring at you with so much kindness.Â
âI agree, hopefully we get paired up more for the rest of the semester.â You giggle, shying away from his gaze.Â
As you spent more time with Wonwoo, you realized how nice it was to be around him. He makes a good friend, and heâs definitely a lot more than just the quiet guy in the group. His personality more complex than what you had previously assumed, and it makes you wonder why you two werenât really all that close in the first place. The two of you have the same friends, take the same classes, and enjoy the same things. So what was the one thing blocking you two from becoming closer?Â
âWell thatâs all for today. I can walk you home.â He clears up his things, ready to leave the serene environment of the cafe, throwing away his cup along with yours.Â
âOh no you donât have to! Cheol is actually going to pick me up!â You tell him, seeing his black BMW sitting idle in front of the cafe already.Â
âSounds good. Let me walk you out at least.â He gestures to the door, allowing you to walk in front of him. He follows you suit till youâre in front of Seungcheolâs car. âIt was fun, Iâll see you tomorrow. Same time?âÂ
âYeah sure! Iâll be free.â You beam up at him, his frame towering over yours.Â
The wind is blowing slightly, causing your hair to get in your face, whipping at your eyes. Wonwoo is quick to react, taking the strand and placing it softly behind your ear. The heat begins to crawl up your neck fast, making you realize how close you two are standing together.Â
Wonwoo leans in a touch more to place a soft kiss on your cheek, and the blush on your face is definitely evident now. Before you can say more, hes walking away with one last good bye. Leaving you there standing with a shocked expression painted all over your face. Quickly you shake your head of what just happened before heading into Seungcheolâs car.Â
âWere you two on a date?â His voice is stern, obviously pissed off at what he just witnessed.Â
â...No just working on our project.â you say with a dazed look, watching Wonwoo's figure get smaller the farther he walks away.Â
âOkâŠbut he kissed you on the cheek? I thought he was just your partner.â Cheol presses for answers, he really wasnât impressed of having to witness such an intimate moment between you and Wonwoo. His blood curdling as the grip on his steering wheel tightens. The flesh on his knuckles turning a ghostly white.
âHe is just my partner, I really donât know why he did that.â You mutter as you try to recall all of the events that couldâve led up to this moment. It didnât make sense to you, did Wonwoo have a crush on you or something? Heâs never made any advances towards you before. So what changed that?Â
âHe obviously likes you. Do you like him back?â Seungcheol is too jealous for his own good. His pulse reaching new heights with how fast the blood was pumping through his veins. You canât like Wonwoo, thereâs just no way. Right?
âWell no. I see Wonwoo as a friend.â you admit, and the relief sped its way through Seungcheolâs body.
Although another side of him is wondering why it made him so angry to see Wonwoo act so flirtatious with you. He concludes that he just donesnât like it when peoples are touching whatâs his. Wonwooâs his friend and you and Cheol are intimate with each other, it would just be weird for Wonwoo to try something with you too, at least thatâs what Seungcheol says to himself as he tries to calm himself down. Youâre his best friend, nothing more, he keeps repeating it in his head. And if you decide to break off the arrangement with him to date Wonwoo, then he canât complain.Â
âOh. I see.â He mumbles as he starts the car again, taking the route to bring you back to your apartment.Â
âŠ
You and Seungcheol sit against your sofa watching a yet another ghibli movie. This time it is Kikiâs Delivery Service. Cuddled up in your blankets, your Friday movie marathon happening like clockwork at this point. Nothing can make you feel more content than feeling Seungcheolâs heartbeat as you watch your favourite movies with him.Â
His breathing is steady as his arm holds you close to him, his attention focused on the moving flashing across your tv. On the other hand, you continue to stare at him, his strong brows and nose bridge has always been your favourite feature of his. You love how manly he appears, but you know on the inside he like a big ball of fluff, so warm and inviting. He just smelt like home, even though your real home is miles away, heâs a piece that you can carry around with you anywhere you go.Â
As the movie continues to play in the background your attention is forced away from admiring your best friend and brought towards your phone. It lights up with a text notification from Wonwoo.Â
Wonwoo: Hey Y/n. I know this is sudden but Iâd really like to take you out sometime. Would that be ok with you?Â
Your eyes practically pop out of their sockets as you read the text over and over again. It kind of makes sense that heâs asking you, especially with how he acted today. But what does this mean for the situation between you and Seungcheol? You decide to respond anyways, not wanting to flat out reject him over text.Â
Y/n: uhhmm iâm not sure, can i have time to think about it? :)Â
Wonwoo: Sure. Take your time.Â
Beside you, Seungcheol sits with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. He knows he shouldnât look at your texts but he canât help himself. The moment he decides to, he begins to curse himself mentally, reading the text over and over again just like you. It pisses him off, seeing how forward Wonwoo is about his feelings towards you.Â
He ultimately decides not to say anything the moment you reply to Wonwooâs text, why did you even need to think about it? Shouldnât you have said no if you donât have feelings for Wonwoo? His heart falling all the way down to the pit of his stomach. The familiar feeling of the tug on his heart coming back to haunt him once again. Instead of asking you, he decides to call in early for tonight.
âHey angel I think iâm gonna head home early tonight.â He whispers to you, stroking the back of your head softly. The stinging behind his eyes doesnât leave, he just canât seem to get rid of it. He looks at you with such tenderness, from an outside perspective someone would mistake his stare for utter and complete love.Â
You look up from your phone, locking it before looking at him with a worried frown strewn across your lips.Â
âIs everything ok? Youâre not sick right?â you ask, placing a hand against his forehead to check his temperature. He shakes his head, taking your hand and placing it in his. His long fingers wrapping around yours, squeezing them reassuringly.Â
âNo no, iâm fine. Just gotta wake up early tomorrow.â He attempts to give you a convincing smile. You donât know why the mood has changed all of a sudden but you begin to worry even more.Â
âCheolie is something wrong?â You press the issue, not wanting for him to leave just yet.Â
âNo nothingâs wrong. Trust me Iâm ok.â He insists before getting up to to grab his jacket and leave. And just like the seasons passing through the city, he left with a swiftness you couldnât seem to comprehend. The hurriedness of his movements leaving you dazed and confused.
The guilty pit at your stomach only seemed to grow the longer the silence filled your tiny apartment. Seungcheolâs once warm presence left a dent on the cushions beside you and a cold cup of tea on the coffee table. You frown at the now empty living space, as well as the empty hole in your heart, which can only be filled by the man who left without another word.Â
XII.Â
The snow began to fall in your city. It came unexpectedly, and left just the same. This winter being colder than most, you started to feel the seasonal depression coming on a lot faster than usual.Â
Seungcheol left so abruptly that day, and with the midterm project you werenât able to reach out to him since then. It felt weird because this is the first time in a long time youâve gone without talking to him. The week dragging along as you head into midterm break, trying to think of what to say to him the moment youâre able to talk to him again.Â
For some reason, ever since that night you have had a weird feeling in your stomach. Call it intuition but it felt like Seungcheol was avoiding you. Even though you werenât able to reach out to him, he also didnât try to do so either. The predicament you find yourself in causing your thought to stray as you study for the second round of midterm exams.Â
You would see him often, in class, or eating with friends, but strangely enough he was gone before you could muck up the courage to approach him. The two of you stuck in an odd limbo that feels like it wonât end.Â
During this time in previous years, it would be you and Seungcheol studying together in the library, but with your current situation you knew it wasnât going to happen. So instead you sit with Jeonghan and Minghao, figuring out how to cram as much information as you can for the statistics final.Â
âY/n? You keep gazing out the window, is everything ok?â Minghaoâs voice cuts off your thoughts. His eyesbrown knotted together in worry.Â
âHuh? Oh yeahâŠeverythingâs ok.â You mumble, your eyes still looking out the window. The campus now coevered in a layer of snow, students walking around, bundled up in winter coats.
âYou sure? Youâve been staring out there for almost fifteen minutes now.â He checks on you again. You can only muster up a sound of approval.Â
Thankfully Minghao isnât one to push to get an answer so he leaves it there. The sudden urge to pee overcomes you, causing you to walk over to the libraries bathroom. But before you could reach it, two people walk into the library, causing you to do a double take.Â
The last person you expected to walk in is heading towards an empty table. Your heart beat stuck in your throat, the urge to use the bathroom is long gone. As you watch Seungcheol sit down with a girl, you feel the tears start to well. You were so confused as to why he has time to ask this random ass person to study with him, when he couldâve sent you a text instead. It made no sense to you, and with that, you leave the library without another thought.Â
The tears falling down your cheeks with every step you took. Seeing him with another girl pulled hard at your heart strings, unsurfacing a feeling you thought you got rid of long ago. You continue to walk with your head down, just trying to think of a private space to let out your emotions. But before you could do so, you bump into something hard, which turns out to be a manâs chest. Looking up you realize itâs Wonwooâs chest.Â
âY/n? You ok? Why are you crying?â Wonwoo speaks so fast, the worry spilling out of his mouth in words. His hand flying up to your face, wiping any tears that fall before they could roll down any further.Â
âI-I donât even know why iâm crying. This is so stupid my god, iâm sorry you have to see me this way,â youâre hicupping through your words. You begin to sob, and you feel wonwooâs strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close. Giving you the comfort that you would usually receive from Seungcheol.Â
Wonwooâs large frame squeezes you in, giving you that secluded space that you were once searching for.Â
Behind you is the frame of a man who is your usual safe space, your usual secluded corner. The one to help you deafen out the world from its ugliness and anger. He stands there watching you trade his comfort for Wonwooâs. Heâs never known what itâs like to be on the outside perspective and witness your hurt in this way. In the arms of another. With every moment passes as he watches Wonwoo comfort you instead, he feels his whole world crumble and fall at his feet.Â
XIII.
â đ flash back to seungcheolâs freshman year.Â
âYou talk a lot about this y/n person. Is she your girlfriend by chance?â Jeonghan asks Seungcheol.Â
âNo dumbass sheâs my childhood bestfriend. Iâve known her for a long time.â Seungcheol tries to clarify his relationship with you, not wanting others to mistake you two for something more.Â
âI dont know man, you only ever talk about Y/n.â Jeonghan shrugs before going back to his paper.Â
Seungcheol thinks about Jeonghanâs words, âwhy is she always popping up in my conversations?â, he wondered to himself. He canât help the fact that he talks about you so much, youâre all he knows after all. The only one to experience anything and everything with him. He canât help but want everyone to know what an amazing person you are, and the fact thatt everything around him somehow reminds him of you. It was like an empidemic. You conquered all corners of his brain, always with him, but far enough for him to miss you all at the same time.Â
âYou know, itâs not a bad thing if you have feelings for her. She seems like a great girl.â Jeonghan pipes up after realizing how little work Seungcheol gotten done due to his rampant thoughts.Â
âYeah I guess if i did, it wouldnât be a bad thing.â He mutters, attempting to focus on his work once again.
â đ end of flash back.Â
XIV.Â
For the majority of midterm break, you spent it cooped up within the confines of your room. Wrapping yourself in enough blankets to put a bear into hibernation. Youâve gone back and forth with your own thoughts. Calling yourself dramatic for crying over pretty much nothing, to crying again because you canât just invalidate the pain you felt when you saw him with someone else, and you donât even know what she is to him. Long story short, the over thinking is getting to you, but calling him up is the last thing youâre about to do.Â
Although youâve never really fully admitted or denied it, you know youâre love for Seungcheol goes beyond friendship. Youâve known for so long, and kept it to yourself for so long, and yet youâve never known whether he felt the same way. His actions always contradicting his words.Â
The clichĂ© trope of the pain of falling for your best friend is as old as the bible. The story of the unrequited love you convince yourself youâll never have reciprocated, and yet at the end of every story everything works out, the two friends turned lovers. The end. But what about you? What about the fact that this isnât some story and you wonât be able to get ahold of your own clichĂ© best friends to lovers ending.Â
Before you could spiral even further a notification dings, your phone screen lighting up.Â
Cheolie <3: im outside.Â
Seeing the text makes your heart drop, but you canât seem to stop yourself from climbing out of bed and opening the door to let him in. As you did so, you take a good look at his state. In fairness, he looked just as shitty as you did, if not worse.Â
The eyebags accenuating how tired he looks, his cheeks slightly sunken in. Probably from lack of sleep, and not to mention the way his hair seems to stick up sporadically, you know immediately itâs because he keeps running his hands through it.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You cut to the chase, your heart already pounding out of your chest.Â
âI-um. Iâm not sure actually.â Seungcheol admits, his head falling as he stares at his feet nervously. You sigh, opening the door wider to let him through.Â
He looks lost and not like his usual self, which makes you feel even worse, but what could you even do to help him? You two werenât even mad, or had a fight, everything is just weird. So vague and hard to explain. All you knew is that youâre hurt and heâs at the root of it all.Â
âI donât have all day, Seungcheol.â You call him by his first name, and you can see how it pains him. The way his frown deepens with each moment you two stand there in the foyer, not exchanging the words youâre meant to say.Â
âIâm sorry, I know we havenât spoken in awhile and I just- fuck I dont even know man. I saw that text with Wonwoo and I just freaked out.â He puffs out, running his hand through his hair once more.Â
âSo thats why youâve been acting weird? Because of Wonwoo?â The look on your face is unreliable and Seungcheol feels the knot in his throat begin to form. Your hand come to cross in front of your chest and you scoff. âJust because Wonwoo shows interest in me doensât mean I have feelings for him.âÂ
âWhat? But you didnât reject him?â He presses on the situation even further.Â
âI just didnât want to be an asshole and do it over text.âÂ
âYeah right, I saw you two cuddled up last week!â He dejects, his arms flying around as he speaks. He doesnât know why you decided right now is a good time to lie to him, but he knows what he saw that day.Â
âAs if you werent spending time with some girl instead of communicating to me whatâs wrong in the first place? Youâre unbelievable. I canât read your mind Seungcheol, and why do you even care about what happens between me and Wonwoo? Weâre just friends remember? Or do you only say that when youâre on the phone with Jeonghan?â You spat, the words on your tongue coming out as fireballs of hurt. Every single one hitting him right in the chest.Â
âWe are best friends. I canât explain why I was so worked up, but if you were going to start dating him, you shouldâve broken off what we had first.â Seungcheol attempts to defend himself, spewing out whatever he can to justify his acts of stupidity. He knows himself that what heâs saying wasnât what you wanted to hear, but he couldnât bring himself to tell you how in love he is with you.Â
âOk so because of that, you just get to do whatever the fuck you want then huh? The rules just donât apply to Choi Seungcheol do they? It doensât matter if I get hurt in the process of it all.â You sneer, the cold look on your face never faltering.Â
âNo Y/n, I know we made rules but you broke them first. I just copied your actions.â He replies, it makes you mad that he lashed out because of a misunderstanding. You feel fed up, too tired to talk to him or argue further. The tears already threatening to spill the more you look at him.Â
You and Seungcheol never fought, you canât even remember the last time it happened. It was probably when you two were still kids, fighting over something silly and not talking for an hour, only to make up the same day. This fight is different though, so many things said out of anger, you knew it wouldnât just be forgotten the next day.Â
âI really canât stand you right now.â You say as a lone tear slips out, the salitness of it hitting your lips.Â
âThen sit.â He bites back, his facade almost cracking as he sees your tearful expression.Â
âFuck you. Go home Seungcheol.â You walk to the door, opening it enough to allow him to exit your home. He doesnât protest, his anger and sadness bubbling up faster with each second that passes. Heâs smart enough to not let his temper overcome him completely.Â
As the door closes on him, you let out an agonizing cry. Your sobs raking through your body as if the whole earth had crashed ontop of you. The echo of your cries filling the room, mocking you, reminding you of your loneliness.Â
XV.
Seungcheol hasnât been feeling well since the argument that went down a few days ago, but he canât bring himself to contact you again. The anger and sadness he felt quickly dissipated into nothing but shame. He knows itâs his fault. Its his fault that he didnât communicate with you properly, and the fact that he couldnât bring himself to tell you he loves you. He doesnât even know who he was trying to convince, but that argument with you made him realized so much about himself, you, and the friendship you two have.Â
The constant sleepless nights were starting to catch up with him, the bags under his eyes more prominent than they were the last night he saw you.Â
There are times he catches glimpses of you on campus and it pulls on his heartstrings, especailly because half the times he seen you, youâve been with Wonwoo. It pains Seungcheol to know that youâve been hanging out with him since the fight had gone down, but he has no right to stop you. After everything, he should be understand to let you do what you want freely.Â
âWell donât you look like shit.â Jeonghan interupts his train of thought, sitting beside him in the library. He takes out his notes and laptop, ready to work on their project for theri psychology class.Â
âWow thanks, I didnât know.â Seungcheol grumbled, hating how cheerful Jeonghan looks in comparaison to his own gloomy expression.Â
He takes out his tablet, pulling up their project. As much as he wants to ponder about you some more, he knows that he should probably focus on the rest of the project they need to complete. But everytime he tries to focus on anything other than you he ends up failing.Â
âSo what happened to you?â Jeonghan asks. He can tell something is wrong, both Seungcheol and Y/n have been looking so down in the dumps lately, and Y/n is flat out ignoring him, Soonyoung and Minghao.Â
Seungcheol canât even hold it in anymore, if there's anyone he can talk to about what happened, he knows it's Jeonghan. Despite their quarrelling, he finds Jeonghan to be a trustworthy person.Â
Before he can even speak, he recalls your face, the tears that were about to spill, and the way your voice sounded when you two were fighting. He doesn't even recognize either of you from that day, it was just so out of character for the two of you to fight like that. And the only thing he can do is blame himself for everything that happened.Â
Seungcheol feels his throat constrict, and his eyes start to sting. He hates that feeling, the feeling of crying and being vulnerable. In all four years of knowing Jeonghan he never thought heâd be crying in front of him. But once he asked that question it was like everything came crashing down upon him once more. All the memories of you, especially the ones from your fight make his heart ache so bad he has to clutch his chest.Â
âUh.. Y/n and I, we fought. It was a huge fight and it was really bad. I donât know what to do and iâm so scared Han. I-I think I love her.â He confesses to Jeonghan, as the tears begin to slip down his cheeks.Â
As he explains what happened that night, Jeonghan canât help but feel sad with him. The way Seungcheol speaks about the events leading up to the fight and the fight itself makes his heart ache for the two of you. He also canât help but mentally scold you two. He knew from the moment that Seungcheol and Y/n decided to partake in becoming friends with benefits, that it would just blow up in flames in the end. They love each other too much to say what's really on their mind. So afraid to ruin their friendship that choosing to become friends with benefits did that for them instead.Â
âThen let her know how you feel.. God Seungcheol, Iâve been telling this to the two of you for years now. You need to tell her, before it's too late.â Jeonghan is practically begging him, pulling Seungcheol into a much needed hug.Â
âŠ
You sit there, Wonwoo sitting beside you at the same cafe you two have been going to for the past week now. He always does the same thing, ordering your matcha latte and keep you company while you re-think your fight with Seungcheol. He can see that youâre hurting but he doesnât ever overstep any boundaries youâve set up. Instead he just sits there, waiting for you when youâre ready to talk to him.Â
You called him after your fight with Seungcheol, not knowing who else to turn to. You know that Jeonghan wouldâve been available but you werenât ready for the lecture that he wouldâve given you. Calling Wonwoo that one night turned into every night, and every night turned into daily trips to the cafe. He sits there, keeps you company, you thank him and he goes home. As much as he likes you, he realizes that youâre deeply in love with your best friend, even though you wonât directly tell him.Â
Wonwoo knew something happened between you and Seungcheol, especially because of how red your eyes were that night you called him for the first time. As well as the fact that he caught glimpses of Seungcheol staring at you with so much longing during class, it even makes Wonwooâs own heart ache.Â
âWe fought over you.â You finally speak up, not bothering to stare into Wonwooâs eyes, instead opting to swirl your latte with your straw.Â
âWhat? Whyâ Heâs confused, why me? He asks himself.Â
You finally look at him, letting out a bittersweet chuckle, you wish you kenw too. Seungcheolâs distaste for you becoming closer with his friend seemed uncalled for, especially because youâre under the impression that he has no romantic feelings for you.Â
âBeats me.â You mutter.Â
âIâm sorry Y/n, I shouldâve never asked you out.â He says apologetically, the remorse filling his chest. He feels bad knowing he started this fight between the two of you, but he's also mad that Seungcheol just wonât admit his feelings for you. He just doesnât understand what was stopping him, especially since itâs so clear that you like him back.Â
âIt's not your fault.âÂ
âI know but you guys wouldâve never have fought if it werenât for meâ He sighs, looking down at the his hands, picking at them.Â
âNo, Iâm sorry that I even roped you into all of this. I shouldâve just been a normal person and tell you everything right away. Instead Iâve been dragging you along because I feel lonely.â You sigh, the guilt of including Wonwoo in all this drama starts to eat away at you.Â
âI want to be around Y/n, especially because youâve been so down lately. I know youâre in love with Seungcheol, but I still want to be your friend. I hope that's ok?â He comforted you, putting a hand on top of yours.Â
âI want to be your friend too. Iâm really sorry about everything, and Iâm grateful that youâve been helping me. You donât know how much this all means to me Wons.â You give him a small smile, the tears starting to running down your face as you glance up at him.Â
You are so grateful that you and Wonwoo became so close in such a short amount of time. He is so kind to you, despite everything thatâs happened. In another universe maybe you did fall for Wonwoo, and maybe you two were together and happy. But heâs not the one youâre in love with in this universe, and youâre thankful he understands that itâs strictly platonic between the two of you.
He pulls you in towards his chest, his arm wrapping around you. Staring at him, you canât help but glance at his lips. Youâre not sure what possessed you in that moment, but you feel yourself start to lean in with no rhyme or reason. Wonwoo does the same, heâs confused but he doesnât stop himself or push you away. Maybe if you just triedâŠ
Youâre so close that you can feel his breath fan of your face, and itâs like the realization hit you like a truck. Quickly, you pull yourself from his arms. You werenât sure what happened but maybe his warmth and reasurring words were starting to get to you, but youâre glad you stopped before you could even make the mistake for kissing him. He isnât the one you want, and he canât do anything to change that.Â
Wownoo can tell, he can tell that you donât like him romantically, but the way you were closing in on him had him fooled just for one second.Â
âI know, youâre in love with him. Itâs ok Y/n, I understand.â He sighs, looking at you with longing eyes.Â
âYes I am.â You breathe out, before pulling away from him completely.Â
XVI.Â
âY/nie open up! It's us.â A voice calls out from the outside of the door.Â
Jeonghan, Minghao, and Soonyound standing outside of your apartment, hoping youâre still alive. After your fight with Cheol, youâve been pretty much MIA from them. Not answering any of their calls or texts, so this is their last resort. Jeonghan knows why you havenât been contacting any of them, but he decided itâs time that the two of you finally have a talk.Â
His timing is a blessing and a curse, as he was the one to witness what happend the day you three went to study in the library. Thatâs when he knew that shit was starting to hit the fan. Heâs concluded that hes had enough of the two of you being so closed off about your feelings towards eachother, and it was his time to help once more.Â
You contemplated opening the door, but decided that you needed the comfort right now.Â
âY/nie! Are you ok?â Soonyoung comes running, tackling you into a bear hug. In this case, perhaps a tiger hug. âHannie told us everything.âÂ
He grabs your face, taking a closer look and inspecting your face, then making a conclusion before pulling you back into a hug. It warms your heart to see him so concerned about you, even after youâve been ignoring them and only spending time with Wonwoo.Â
You know you shouldâve contacted them, but they can tell whatâs wrong with just one look and you know you wouldâve cried if you had to explain everything. As much as you love the three of them, it wouldâve hurt your heart to recall what happened between you and Seungcheol. So you stayed quiet, opting for the solitude and comfort that Wonwoo offered.Â
âYes Iâm ok. Dont worry your cute little head.â You say, patting his head as you savour his comforting hugs.Â
âWe were really worried about you kiddo. Iâm glad to see youâre alive.â Minghao remarks as he squeezes your shoulder reassuringly.Â
âThanks Hao.âÂ
âOk enough with the reunion. Y/n we need to talk to you.â Jeonghan interrupts the tender moment, a small box sitting in his hands.Â
You arelady knew where this is going, but at this point you knew there was no way of getting out of this conversation. There is three of them and one of you.Â
Jeonghan sits you on the couch, his stern face coming into your view. It reminded you of the times your mother would scold you when you were younger. His hands crossed over his chest, foot tapping impatiently.Â
âY/nie we love you but you really need to just come forth with your feelings about Seungcheol. The fact that youâve kept it from him this long shows that itâs doing more harm to your friendship than good. I know youâre scared and I know you donât want to get rejected, but you need to understand that if you donât learn to tell him how you feel itâll blow up in your face.â He sighs, coming down to sit next to you, his hand on your shoulder.Â
âI know you donât want to fuck up your friendship with him, but how else can you move on from this if you canât even tell him how you truly feel?â Mingaho adds, giving you a soft frown.Â
As you take in their words, you canât help but feel the tears welling up again. Not just because your scared about the direction you and Cheolâs friendship is going to take, but also the fact that youâre thankful for friends who arenât afraid to tell you the truth.Â
âWe love you ok? And what ever happens weâll be there to help you. Every step of the way.â Soonyoung assures you, pulling you into a another hug. You laugh a little and hug him back tighter.Â
âThank you guys. I definitely needed that reality check.â you laugh as you wipe your tears.Â
They laugh with you, embracing you and supporting you.Â
âAnyways, theres something I want to show you.â Jeonghan says as he pulls back from the group embrace.Â
He takes the small box from beside him, presenting it to you. As you open it you grow even more confused. It was filled with letters addressed to you. From Seungcheol.Â
âWhat is this?â You look at Jeonghan, searching for an answer. He only shrugs.Â
âI dont know. Seungcheol gave them to me. He told me he wanted you to read themâ Jeonghan reveals, peering at the stack of letters in the box. âHeâs sorry you know? He said the letters will explain the things he canât say in person.âÂ
âHes sorry? I-â you didnât even know what to say, you were just scared of what all these letters could possibly hold. And why were there so many?Â
âAnyways weâll leave you to it. Text us when you and Cheol finally grow some balls and confess to each other!â Jeonghan and the two sidekicks bid you goodbye. Leaving you to scour through the letters on you own.Â
There was one letter in particular that has a recent date written in the corner.Â
Dear y/n,Â
I know you donât want to hear from me at the moment, and I know Iâve said some things I didnât mean the last time we spoke. Im sorry. Im sorry I didnât communicate properly with you, and that I left us in a vague and confusing position. I dont know what came over me. I was so used to the whole world just revolving around us two, and then when Wonwoo began to show interest, I just completely switched off.Â
You deserve someone as kind as him. A person who will be there for you when you need someone to lean on, a person whoâs willing to hold you till you can sleep peacefully. I was always that person for you for a long time, and if i'm not the one you want anymore iâll come to terms with that. I just want to see you happy Y/n. In the same sense that I know you want me to be happy as well.Â
There's not a day that goes by where I think about how thankful that I have someone like you in my life. You are my rock and sometimes you didnât even know. The more you read these letters, the more youâll start to realize how much you helped me. I know I would be able to survive without you, that I could do it even if it hurts me. But I donât want to. I donât want to live in a world where Iâm living to survive, when I can be living to make you happy instead. My best friend, the one who understands me inside and out. Please come back to me angel.Â
I love you and always yours,Â
Seungcheol.Â
As you read through the letter you couldnât help but burst into tears. The relief you felt knowing that he felt the same way, that he wanted you in his life just like how you wanted him. This was enough for you to know that he needs you like you need him.Â
You begin to sift through the countless of letters he wrote you, all of them as heart wrenching as the previous. It put into perspective all that he went through when he moved here all alone. And with each letter that you read, the harder it got to ignore to urge to just go and see him. So thats what you do.Â
Dropping the letters on the coffee table, you slip on a pair a shoes and head to Seungcheolâs place as fast as your legs could carry you. The snow starting to stick to your hair as it fell from the sky, the chilly weather making you shiver. But you couldnât stop yourself, you didnât even care. You didn't have a coat on nor a warm pair of shoes, the only thing preserving your heat is the thought of finally confessing your love to Seungcheol.Â
After ten minutes of speed walking, you find yourself in front of his door. You knock, nervously, your heart beating a hundred miles per hour. You arenât really sure what to expect, but you knew that you just needed to see him. Even if you were shivering, even if your hair and clothes are damp from the snow.Â
The door opens to reveal the man who you consider home.Â
âY/n? Holy shit you must be freezing come inside.â He ushers you in and you oblige happily. âWhy did you come in your PJâs? Are you crazy? You're gonna get sick.â He worries, grabbing your face, scolding you.Â
âI needed to see you.â You pant, tired from how fast you walked.Â
âLets get you some warm clothes first.â He states, grabbing your hand to lead him to his room. Marching over to his drawer he grabs you a pair of sweats and one of his large tshirts. Youâre completely engulfed in fabric but at least youâre warm.Â
âSeungcheol Iâm in love with you.â You tell him right before he goes to grab you a hot cup of tea. Better late than never, you thought.
He turns around, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Your neck turns red as the blush starts to creep its way up your cheeks. Seungcheol doesnïżœïżœïżœt say much more, his actions doing all the talking for him.Â
Taking your face in his hands, he swallows you into a kiss. Pressing his lips against yours with the same amount of passion and vigour as the first night you kissed him. You whimper at the sudden affection, fisting his hair in your hands to ground you.Â
He pulls way. âIâm so in love with you too Y/n.âÂ
He goes back to kissing you, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding on so tight that youâre convinced he thinks youâll disappear into thin air if he didnât hold you close.Â
âI love you, I love you my angel.â He keeps repeating those three words. Three words that finally replaced the dreaded âyouâre my bestfriendâ statement.Â
âYouâre my best friend and I love you.â You whisper to him against his lips.
Epilogue.Â
âJust keep watching the movie love.â Seungcheol warns you, his tongue playing skillfully with your clit as you try to do what he says. Your legs are spread for him, your hips grinding against his face, itâs pure bliss. The pleasure Seungcheol gives you seems to work better than any drug thatâs been created.Â
You donât know what happened, one moment you two were sitting on his couch, watching Howlâs Moving Castle for the millionth time. The next moment youâre watching your boyfriend kneel in front of you, eating you out while you try to concentrate on the movie playing on the tv.
âSeungcheol pleaseâŠâ You moan, his hair intertwined with your fingers as he continued to lick at your folds. You can hear how wet you are and it makes your head spin, the pleasure, the feeling of Cheols tongue grazing against you, itâs all too much.Â
âYou like this donât you baby? You like it when your boyfriend eats you out on his couch?â He taunts you as he pumps two fingers into you now, wanting to see you the way your eyebrows scrunch from all the pleasure. Â
You love the way he calls himself your boyfriend, the label rolling off his tongue perfectly. It was like he was meant to be called that all along. Itâs only been a week since you two started dating officially but youâll never get tired of hearing him tell you that heâs your boyfriend.Â
âYes! P-please I need you now, please baby.â You whine and beg as he teases you, his fingers still playing with your entrance. All you can do is watch him, your eyes lidded with so much desire that Seungcheol can probably come just from looking at you.Â
He relinquishes his hold on you, getting up to sit on the couch before manhandling you into the position he wants you in. Placing you on his lap, he takes off his sweats, revealing his hard member. You drool at the sight of it, ready to take him for all heâs worth.Â
âLook at how hard you got me love.â He whispers to you, placing a kiss on your lips after. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you moan against his mouth.Â
Without breaking away from him, you lift yourself up to align his length against the entrance of your needy cunt. Slowly but surely you lower yourself, causing you to gasp against Seungcheolâs lips, feeling him stretch you.
âHow are you still so fucking tight.â He mutters to you, his hands breaching the hem of the large shirt that youâre wearing. He fondles your breasts, pinching your nipples as you bounce yourself on his lap. Groaning at your actions, he lifts the shirt completely off your body, taking the opportunity to take one of your mounds and enclosing his lips around it.Â
âHmm so close baby.â You tell him, feeling your climax coming on. He groans as he continues to suck on your nipples, his hands snaking around to your ass to grope at the flesh. He grips you tight, forcing you up and down faster, releasing his mouth from your chest.Â
Seungcheolâs head leans against the couch to admire how sexy you look riding his cock. He doesnât let go of your ass, slapping it and groping it till youâve fully orgasmed.Â
âFuck youâre so sexy.â He mutters, driving you into overstimulation as he fucks up into you, his own release closely following yours. You clench at his words, your pussy gripping him like a vice, and it finally sends him into his own orgasm, his come filling you completely.Â
âI love you.â He says, giving you one last kiss before finding a wash cloth to clean you with.Â
âI love you too.â
â đ end. Â
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pink digital camera | JJK
SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | PLAYLIST
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notes: jk and y/n's friends meet, hyeonjae and areum crushing on each other <3, nsfw: they fuck in a parking lot, jk records y/n, jk cums in y/n (STAY SAFE PLEASE)
âFuck Iâm so hungry,â
âIâd assume so-weâve been trying to get you out of your studio for the past 2 hours,â Hyeonjae responds to Tag with a chuckle. The two, in front of Jungkook and Jungwon, on their way to Jungkookâs car. It had been a good while since the four friends have been able to have a proper meal together so they took advantage. It took a long time to convince Tag to leave his studio but eventually they succeeded.
Finally reaching the car, the four friends get in with Jungkook as the driver of course.
âYo JK whatâs this?â Hyeonjae, who was sat in the passenger seat, asks holding a pink digital camera. Your pink digital camera. Fuck.
You must have forgotten it in his car from when you both went on a picnic late in the evening to watch the sunset near the Han River. You had commented to Jungkook how you had seen a TikTok of a girl and her boyfriend who bought a camera just to capture their dates and thought it was a cute idea. So after a quick trip to the store, and a couple thousand won later, you had started filming your dates.
Jungkook is taken away from his thoughts when he hears a jingle next to him signaling that the camera had been turned on. Hyeonjae, who was intrigued and looking at the cameraâs quality, was completely oblivious to the panic set on Jungkookâs face.
âIs it yours?â Tag asks from the backseat and Jungkook is quick to grab the camera from Hyeonjaeâs grasp, placing it gently on his side of the car in the pocket of the door.
Maybe he should have said something because now the three were laughing at his reaction.
âYou seeing somebody, Kook?â Jungwon asks patting his shoulder and Jungkook can only clear his throat and shrug his hand away.
âI think our Kook is in love,â Hyeonjae playfully adds and Jungkook replies, âYou guys are just hungry,â and turns on the car.
âSure, thatâs the reason Hyeonjae found a pink camera in your car and you got all nervous,â he laughs and leans back in his seat. Jungkook rolls his eyes and looks down at the camera thatâs slightly visible. Feeling a little better now that the guys were focused on their phones.
Had Hyeonjae pressed the little camera button on the side he would have been met with pictures of you and Jungkook. Itâs not something ideal right now.
âI could probably have finished my song by now,â Tag says, commenting on how long it was taking for their food to arrive.
âHyung we barely placed our order. It hasnât even been five minutes,â Jungwon replies laughing at the olderâs grumpy state knowing heâll cheer up once he has some good food in his system.
âStill,â Tag mutters and the rest chuckle.
âHyeonjae?â A voice from behind Jungkook calls out, grabbing the attention of all the guys.
âAreum!â Hyeonjae is too quick to stand up and slightly bow at Areum in which she does the same. Meanwhile, Jungkook is once again panicked.
Areum was part of your friend group and here she was talking to Hyeonjae for some reason. He had no reason to worry really. He had never talked to her or any of your friends but there had been a couple close calls.
He remembers when you and Areum had to attend a study group with two guys from your guysâ class and how annoyed Jungkook had gotten because he wanted to take you out that night. He had made his way to the library that night and managed to get you to meet him in an area of the library where no one really went.
Letâs simply say you had a steamy meet up and almost got caught. Had it not been for Areum calling your name from afar, Jungkook wouldnât have gotten the chance to walk a good distance from you while you fixed your skirt and hair.
âUh Areum these are my friends Jungkook, Jungwon, and Taegyun but we call him Tag,â Hyeonjae, Jungkook had taken notice, was slightly fidgeting as he introduced them. HuhâŠ
The guys all waved and she did the same, âHi, Iâm Areum,â she places a piece of her hair behind her ear, âYou guys are welcome to join me and my friends. We just arrived-unless you guys are on your way out,â she says and all three guys look at Hyeonjae for his response.
Wait. Her and her friends? Does that mean you too? Jungkook knew you would be staying in a class later than usual today with a couple classmates but thatâs pretty much all he was aware of.
Should he check your location to see if youâre here? Jungkook doesnât get a chance to when Hyeonjae replies, âNo, we just ordered a while ago. We wouldnât want to bother,â
âNo itâs fine! The more people, the merrier,â she says and Hyeonjae canât say no. Jungkook sees Tag and Jungwon wanting to tease him for getting so visibly nervous.
âOkay,â Hyeonjae follows Areum to the other side of the restaurant and the guys take that as an invite as well. The three get up and follow. Jungkook, at the very back, a bit concerned. How should he act with you in front of his friends? Ignore you? No, he canât do that very well but he knows he canât kiss and hug you either.
The guys take notice that the area in which you guys are eating had suddenly become fancier? The chandeliers were different, the area was quieter, and the people around looked like theyâve never seen anything less than a billion won.
He hears it. That sound. One of his favorite sounds in the world. Your laugh. Your laugh that he loves so much. Your laugh that lets him know that everything is okay.
Jungkook visibly relaxes as you come into view. Youâre wearing the same outfit from this morning only now youâre wearing a hoodie. You had decided to wear Jungkookâs sweater that he had left in your room a couple nights ago. Noticing that the day was cloudy you decided to be warm and wear his sweater that was too big but comfortable.
âGuys, this is Hyeonjae, Tag, Jungwon, andâŠuhm Iâm sorry what was your name again?â Areum says looking directly at Jungkook. From the corner of his eye he sees you smile, âJungkook,â
âRight! Jungkook! Oh and these are my friends Eunwoo, Jimin, and Y/N,â
âWill you guys be joining us?â
Hyeonjae says a simple yes and Eunwoo nods, âIâll go request a bigger table,â he stands up and walks to an employee.
âI should go inform them we switched tables,â Jungwon says and goes up to the same server Eunwoo was speaking to.
The server is quick in telling the group to follow her and lead them to a much bigger table, enough to fit 10 guests.
Your friends on one side and Jungkookâs on the other. ThisâŠwas weird.
âSo how do you two know each other?â you ask pointing to your friend and Hyeonjae. Jungkook feels comfort in your voice.
âWeâre partners in digital art class,â Hyeonjae says.
âYeah Hyeonjae is really funny. Sometimes we get in trouble,â Areum says and you smile but miss the slight pink pigment in her cheeks.
Eunwoo and Jimin conversate with Jungwon and Tag leaving you and Jungkook sat in front of each other, slightly confused of how you two should act right now.
Jungkook decides to take his phone out.
Me: thatâs the fourth hoodie youâve stolen from me pretty
Your phone dings and you smile.
Y/Nđđ: Stolen? You left this on my bedroom floor đâ€ïž
Me: itâs not my fault iâm always distracted when i go over
Y/Nđđ: So itâs mine?
Me: when a pretty girl starts kissing my neck and talking about how bad she wants me i just canât resist đ
âJungkook,â Tag nudges his shoulder and he looks up, putting his phone away and aware that the food is being served and his plate was in the serverâs hand.
âOh yeah thatâs mine,â the plate is placed in front of him and the server tells them if they need anything to call her over before leaving them to enjoy their meal.
âSorry about him, heâs been distracted lately,â Tag apologizes.
âEverything okay?â Eunwoo asks and Jungkook nods.
âOur theory is that heâs love sick,â Jungwon says and everyone at the table is quick to ask who it is like they were life long friends. You sit in your seat with your cheeks feeling warm knowing that heâs being like this because of you.
âIs it somebody we would know?â Jimin says genuinely intrigued.
âItâs nothing really,â no matter how badly Jungkook wants to gloat about you, he decides to hold back.
âHe says itâs nothing but I found a pink camera in his car earlier,â Hyeonjae says and you audibly gasp.
Areum turns to you and you quickly make an excuse, âSorry I thought I saw someone I knew,â and you grab your chopsticks and spoon to eat. Jungkook wants to kiss you so bad. Youâre so cute.
âSo, Jungkook?â Jimin says and Jungkook lets out a chuckle, âThis food looks really good,â he starts to grab his utensils and the group lets out a disappointed sigh. You let out a small laugh and his friends make comments like âI bet sheâs so out of his league and thatâs why he wonât tell usâ that make your friends laugh.
Your group surprisingly got along with his very well. There was a couple jokes here and there but overall a ton of laughs. Jungkook always making sure to watch you every time because he loved it. Youâd kick his leg gently under the table and heâd do the same. He was just ready to get out of here. Itâs been a long hour of you being near him and not kissing you.
Eunwoo and Hyeonjae ended up splitting the tab afterwards and now you were all stood outside the restaurant.
âThat was fun! We should do it again,â Areum says and Hyeonjae is quick to answer, âYeah sure!â Tag laughs.
âWell I hope you guys have a good rest of your days. Iâll see you guys around campus,â Jimin comments and the rest bid their goodbyes. You making sure to subtly send a kiss to Jungkook in which he pretends to catch it and place it on his cheek.
Your group walks in the opposite direction from his and Jungkook can only smile. Heâs defiantly going to kiss you nonstop later tonight.
âSo HyeonjaeâŠwhen are you going to ask Areum out?â Jungwon teases as the four get in the car.
Tag laughs, âYeah Hyeonjae. Oh Areum of course Iâll eat with you and my friends because youâre so pretty and I canât help but blush and-â Tag is smacked by Hyeonjae but it only makes him laugh more.
âYou guys are idiots,â he says but you can clearly tell his face was flushed.
âYou were blushing like crazy every time she talked to you,â Jungkook says driving out of the parking lot.
âReally?â he didnât even try to deny it this time. Hyeonjae wondered if Areum took notice.
âYeah but she was blushing a lot too,â and this eases his nerves.
âAnyways Iâll RSVP to the wedding now to save time,â Jungwon jokes and the three laugh as Hyeonjae sighs staring out the car window.
âHi baby-â
Jungkook couldnât help it. He needed to kiss you. Without breaking the kiss, he closes the door behind you two and walks you two to your living room couch.
Youâre straddling him as the kiss shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. His tongue slipping into your mouth and you follow suite. The kiss getting messy very quick but you couldnât care less.
After both of your lips were swollen you pull away, intending to remove his jacket when you feel something in his pocket.
âWhatâs this-oh,â you take out the item from his pocket. It was your camera.
âI brought it so you could transfer the pictures and videos to your computer and send them to me,â Jungkook says trying to even out his breath. His gaze still on your wet pink lips. His fingers touch your lips innocently before they move to your jaw. He lets his arm fall to your waist to hold you on his lap securely.
âSure we can do that,â you say and put the camera aside before leaning into him for a warm embrace.
âYou looked so handsome today,â
âYou look so gorgeous all the time,â
You giggle and look at him before pressing a kiss on his nose and going back to your position from before and loving the warmth, âThat was weird right? My friends and yours just randomly eating together,â
âI think it was mostly because Areum and Hyeonjae like each other,â
âWhat?!â
âYou didnât notice?â Jungkook asks. Youâre now sat properly on his lap again.
âI was too focused on my boyfriend to notice anybody else,â you says and run your hands through his hair. Jungkook closes his eyes at the nice feeling of your manicured hand just running through his hair.
âYeah the guys were teasing Hyeonjae the entire car ride,â
âThatâs mean. Hyeonjaeâs cute,â you say absentmindedly and Jungkook opens an eye.
âCute?â
âYou know what I mean, baby,â you smile and he closes his eye again.
âTheyâd be cute together,â you note and Jungkook hums in agreement.
âBy the wayâŠHyeonjae said he found the cameraâŠhe didnât happen to look at the last video on it, right?â you ask grabbing the camera and turning it on.
âHe turned on the camera but I grabbed it before he could do anything else,â you hum at his response.
âOkay. Good,â
âWhy?â âDid you forget what we last recorded on this?â
âOh,â
It almost slipped his mind. Last time he filmed something. He couldnât help it. Your moans were so pretty and his phone was too far. The camera lay on the center console as Jungkookâs dick slid in and out of you with ease. You just sounded so angelic and he wanted to capture it so bad.
âKoo please-â you were close and Jungkook knew it so he said fuck it and grabbed your pink camera you decorated in cute stickers before turning it on and pressing record with flash immediately. Itâs not like anyone would see you either. Jungkook made sure to park far from others. He captured your sweet expressions and your angelic begs for him.
âCum for me baby-fuck. Cum for me darling,â and for the second time that night you felt the warm feeling in your tummy before your release. That was enough for Jungkook to quickly feel the tight feeling and release his warm cum into you.
Your chest heaving up and down trying to regain your breathing as Jungkook, still recording, moved the camera to where his dick was slowly pulling out and his cum spilled down your ass and onto the sweater laid under you.
âFuck darling,â he pressed the record button again to stop the video, âYouâre gonna need to send me that so I could jack off to something when youâre not around,â he joked.
âKoo you have hundreds of pictures and videos of us already,â you say in between breaths.
âYeah but this one might be my favorite,â he winks.
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pairing. kinich x fem!reader
word count. 3.1k
genre/warnings. childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff and angst, drabble collection, reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress, descriptions of blood and injury
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in which kinich learns the value of all things: lives, friendship, and, of course, you. or, in which kinich realizes that you are the only priceless thing in this world.
author's note. the slow burn is burning... kinich is a little slow to the punch though LOL. this chapter talks about turnfire night, i took a lot of ~artistic liberty~ with the banquet and such so don't hate on me pls. there's a bit of angst in the next few chapters, i'm sorry HAHAHA. pls lmk what you guys think, it's very motivating! i hope you enjoy <3 reblogs/interaction highly appreciated!
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At some point, the flowers start to speak your name.
Kinich isnât sure when the idea took root in his mindâit had been slow for sure, a snail crawling over a branch. Living together makes you a perpetual presence in his life, a certainty like the rise of the sun and the glint of the stars. He finds comfort in that knowledge, but rarely thinks on it more than that.
The day he realizes it, the sun is a bright yolk in the sky, honey-yellow and shining dutifully upon his back. A layer of sweat plasters itself to his forehead, and he scrubs it away with his wrist, panting. For as many years as heâs been a farmer, the work hardly gets easier; it still leaves him sore and aching every day.
Across the field, the front door of your home swings openâitâs you that peeks out, waving. Kinich nods back in reply, gathering the vegetables in his basket and jogging back over to you. He frowns when he notices a dark spot on one of his carrots, vaguely noting that he should toss that one out later.
âI ran you a bath,â you offer, leaning halfway out the doorway. Kinich extends a half-smile in gratitude.
âThanks,â he replies, holding the harvest out to you. You take the basket with a small âthank youâ, placing it down on your feet. Usually, you would take the vegetables inside right away to wash and cut them, but today, youâre lingeringâthereâs something on your mind.
But Kinich is nothing if not patient, so he merely waits, arching a brow.
âItâs Turnfire Night,â you finally admit, hands clasped behind your back. âElder Leik invited us to the banquet, if youâre keen on going.â
Surprised, Kinich glances over his crops. Heâs just about done here for the day, and he doesnât have anything on the to-do list for tonight anyway.
âDo you want to?â
Youâre hesitating, likely out of shynessâhe watches you rock back and forth on your heels.
âI think itâd be nice,â you reply, short.Â
Youâre trying not to force him, he realizes. You know how much he hates crowded things like that. And usually, you would be right, but he thinks back on the last time heâd visited the village. Itâs been long enough, he decides, and one day wouldnât kill him.
âSure, we can go.â
Your disposition brightens instantly, nearly ascending with joy.Â
âReally?â you squeak, hands drawing to your chest. He smiles and nods, shaking his head with amusement when you disappear back inside, cheering. Youâre easy to please in a lot of ways.
Kinich takes you up on your offer of a warm bath, then prepares one for you as well. Gone are the days that the two of you washed up in the riverâa nicer bathtub had been one of your earlier investments, and Kinich had grown to appreciate the blessings of a warm place to wash at the end of a long day. It does wonders for his aching muscles.
Over the years, Kinichâs house had slowly grown into a home, right under his nose. Your presence had been a driving force in that process.
While his hair dries, heâs in the kitchen organizing a few of the cupboards when you emerge from your bath, footsteps quietly padding against the floor. You call his name, voice thin and uncertain. When he turns, his heart squeezes.
Youâre wearing a lovely dress, a forest green with golden accentsâhe briefly notes that it matches his eyes, then wonders if you had chosen that on purpose. The thought leaves his head foggy.
âWhat do you think?â you ask shyly, giving a small twirl. Kinichâs gaze follows the flow of your skirt, the liveliness of it. Heâs never seen you dressed up like this in all his years of knowing you, and the sight makes something take root in his chest. âI bought it at the market a while ago, just in case.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, but it doesnât sit for long.
âIt looks nice,â is all that crawls from his throat, thick. The words sound awkward from his lips, he thinks harshly. A heated flush surges up his neck, curling around his ears and resting there. You practically glow at his response, clapping to yourself.Â
âI got something for you too,â you sing, disappearing into the bedroom. Kinich waits patiently until you return, gesturing for him to close his eyes. He indulges you, and itâs a few seconds before something soft brushes at his forehead, pushing his bangs aside.
A bandana.
When his vision returns, youâre standing inches away from his faceâhis breath hitches at the proximity. Your gaze is searching as it meets his, your lip twitching at the edge. The excitement nearly pours off of you in waves.Â
Youâre staring.
Kinichâs fingers brush his own cheek, self-conscious. âWhat is it?â
You lean impossibly closer.
âNothing,â you hum, happy as a clam. âI just think it makes your eyes look even prettier.âÂ
Youâve always told him how much you love his eyes, the starburst of jade and gold. You have a tendency to notice things about him that no one else does.
âDoes it look nice?â he asks quietly, thumbing at the cloth. He would recognize a product of your weaving anywhereâyou mustâve been working on this for a while now. He wonders when you found the time, or even how you managed to do it without him noticing.
You nod, a fond smile gracing your face. âYou look really handsome.â
Kinich feels a touch of jealousy at the ease with which the words seem to fall from your lips. Sometimes, he wishes he could speak his mind the way you do. He doesnât usually hold back in his wordsâmost people he interacts with can attest to thatâbut when it comes to you, his tongue grows heavy in his mouth.
Still, the idea that you think he looks handsome isâŠnice.
âThank you,â he breathes.
You turn and skip back into the bedroom, calling over your shoulder about how the two of you should leave soon. He watches you leave, the dress flowing like silk over your form. He swallows.
Itâs really, really nice.
Later on, Kinich holds you close as the two of you grapple toward the village, mountains and trees racing past you. Your giggles are warm against his ear; you love traveling like this, the adrenaline that pulses through your veins. Winking dots of light are already visible in the distance, a rousing cheer reaching your earsâthe festivities have already started.
He lands neatly on one of the wooden walkways, taking in the scenery. The village is decorated with bright streamers and vases of blooming flowers, crowds of people maneuvering around the party. You maintain your grip on Kinichâs hand, unwilling to lose him in the crowd.
Two taller figures emerge from the swathe of people, greeting you by name.Â
âHave you two been taking care?â Elder Leik asks warmly, Chief Wayna smiling at his side. The elders are concerned for the two of you, Kinich knows; theyâve tried many times to convince you to move back to the village. Their efforts slowly ceased as the two of you grew olderâyouâve always been steadfast in your independence.
You nod enthusiastically. âWeâve been doing really well! Everyoneâs seeking out Kinichâs work.â
Your compliment makes him feel a bit embarrassedâhe feels an urge to deny it, but the elders only laugh and congratulate him, ruffling at his hair. He does feel a bit satisfied that they recognize his strength.
âThatâs great,â Chief Wayna replies, genuine. âJust remember you can always come to us if you ever need anything. But also make sure you enjoy the party!â
He leaves the two of you with a wink, fading into the crowd, and you take the opportunity to grasp at Kinichâs hand, pulling him along. Youâre the most excited person there, truly in awe of everything.
Kinich indulges in some of the food, laughing at the gusto with which you scarf down your ownâhe chuckles as he wipes crumbs away from your cheeks. Everyoneâs spirits are high; the music is loud and roaring, an electrifying song that Kinich can feel in his veins. You perk up at the sound.
âKin, can we dance?â you beg, eyes bright and lips pouted.Â
He glances around. Really, he doesnât want to, especially not in front of all of these people. But the music is slowing, and Kinich can never say no to you, so he sighs, pulling you close and placing a cursory hand at your waist.
âIs this good?â he asks, a murmur. You hum in content, resting your head at his shoulder.
âItâs great.â
A permanent grin seems to have plastered itself over your lips. Kinich absently thinks that it makes you look so much more beautifulâa flower in bloom.
âYouâre really happy today,â he comments.
Your eyes flutter shut, delighted.
âIâm happy you wanted to come with me. And I was happy that you liked my dress, and that you liked the headband I wove for you. Iâm just happy.â
A deep yearning fills Kinichâs chest at the feather-softness of your voiceâhe feels an urge to hide you away. Somehow, he wants this side of you to only be for him.
âI did really like it,â he confirms. âThe headband, andâŠeverything else.â
He likes spending time with you, he likes your dress, and he likes the warmth that permeates his body when you hold him like this. Everything else seems to fade into nothingness.
For a while, the two of you talk about nothing and everything. Itâs a truly peaceful existence. Kinich tries to remember if heâs ever been to a Turnfire Night like this before; the last time heâd attended, heâd likely been too young to even remember the event. You just have a way of replacing his darker memories with pleasant ones.
The beat of the music picks up again, and Kinich feels an instant chill when you lift your head from his shoulder. Still, he sways to the music with you, smiling when you start to sing along to the energetic song.
âYouâre a good dancer,â you observe, in awe. Kinich shrugs, smoothly spinning you again.
âItâs not that hard.â
Dancing with you is actually fun, he realizes despite his initial hesitation. Your laughter fades with the passing wind, dissipating into the night, and he canât help but stare at the way the torchlight glimmers against your skin.
The two of you celebrate until the music dies to silence, until people start to yawn and retire to bed. By this time, the sun is already peeking in the distance, barely a whisper of light reaching you.Â
Kinich carries you home, soft snores echoing from your place on his backâhe decides he wonât tease you about it later.
Instead, he promises himself that heâll keep taking you to Turnfire Night every year after.
(Then, he promises himself that heâll always protect your smile.)
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By the time he cries for the first time, Kinich is fifteen.
He feels that he knows the way the world works nowâthose with strength, with value, survive. Itâs not that he has any interest in being one of the rich ones with towering houses that line the cliffside. Really, all he needs to be satisfied is a comfortable life with you at the foot of the mountain. And his needsâthings like clothes and foodâcome with Mora, so he makes Mora. Itâs a simple existence.
He spends more time with you. Slowly but surely, he starts to bring you on jobs and hunts with him. Youâre eager to learn about the work he does, and even more excited to helpâyour medical knowledge does tend to make things go faster. Still, he feels extra layers of anxiety whenever he knows youâre coming along, his grip drawing tighter around his sword.
It comes on a day like any other.
At first, it doesnât seem like a particularly difficult jobâitâs a run-of-the-mill request, to subdue a Saurian thatâs been attacking travelers near the village. Even still, Kinich is as thorough as always in the days leading up to the job, and you let him take the lead. Heâs strict about these things when you come along, and you know better than to distract him.
The day of, the two of you encounter the Saurian in a clearing adjacent to the road. Itâs sick, you mention quietly, hidden in the foliage nearbyâitâs foaming at the mouth, erratic in its movements. Kinich mumbles back his agreement.
It starts to peck at the poisoned berries heâd left for it, movements slowing. He counts down the minutesâat this point, it should be incapacitated enough for the kill.
Itâs only when Kinich creeps up behind it, greatsword in hand, that he realizes heâd been wrong. The Saurian seems to switch at the last second, beady eyes burning as it poises to strike. Kinich barely blocks the attack with the flat of his blade, teeth gritted.
âKinich!â you cry out, running to his side. The Saurian perks up at the sound, tense.
Kinichâs eyes widen. âWait, donât comeââ
Itâs too late. The Saurianâs claw catches you in the stomach as it whips around, sending you flying.
A sickening crack echoes when your back smacks against a rockâyou crumple to the dirt, hunched over. A cold breath hisses between Kinichâs teeth as he screams your name.
The Saurian doesnât last much longer than that, not that he really remembers any of it. He swings his sword, cutting and slicing, sounds of battle piercing the air. Itâs only when he sprints to your side that he returns to his senses.
A harsh gash is ripped through your shirt and the skin beneath, a pool of crimson already gathering on your stomach. The sight brings bile crawling up his throat.
âKinâŠâ
Your voice is weak, and Kinich hushes you quickly, an urge to save your strength. A striking fear has his blood freezing in his veinsâhe remembers his fatherâs corpse. Terror hovers over his body, leaving him breathless. He intertwines his fingers with yours, pressing the back of your hand to his lips.Â
âThat hurt,â you mumble, a touch of humor in your tone even now. âIâm tired.â
Your eyelids are heavy, stare unfocused.Â
âDonât close your eyes!â he demands. He palms at your cheek lightly, willing you to stay awake. Itâs unlike him, the desperation in his voice. âDidnât you say youâd always be by my side?â
You chuckle, a line of blood dripping down your chin. Kinich thumbs it away.
âI said that when we were kids, silly.â
He swallows, throat bobbing. Your eyes follow the motion unconsciously.
âWeâre still kids.âÂ
His voice cracks as he says it, like his words canât bear the brunt of their meaning. Your heart pulses, a burst of adrenaline coursing through you at his rare show of emotion. Itâs only a moment, because the pain returns milliseconds later and a groan escapes your chest.Â
Quickly, Kinich pulls his headband off, sliding it between his teeth to hold while he pulls the flask of water from his belt. He sets about cleaning your wound, gentle, but the stress is evident in his expression. His hands are shaking; you can feel the tremble against your skin as he eases your shirt up.
âItâll be okay,â he breathes. Even he is unsure if heâs speaking to you or himself. You nod weakly.
âItâll be okay, Kin.â You cough, and something in Kinichâs chest snaps when a spray of blood splatters over the hem of his shirt. A spray of your blood. âDonât worry, okay?â
He canât even really hear you anymore. Heâs staring at the crimson mist, wondering how this had even happened. Heâd assumed he was strong enoughâstrong enough to do this job, strong enough to protect youâand he had been wrong. There mustâve been an error in his calculations, or maybe he hadnât prepared enough.Â
He fastens his headband around your wound, stemming the blood flow. Itâs almost an out-of-body experienceâhe hardly even recognizes the hands as his.
Heâd gotten too comfortable, and you had paid the price.
Those with strength survive, but that day brings a sobering realizationâKinich is far weaker than he thought.
A cold tear slides down his cheek as he carries you home.Â
Youâre sniffling in pain at each step, the movement irritating your wound, and Kinich feels truly helpless. All he can do is whisper promises and apologies, that heâs sorry it happened and that he promises everything will be okay. It almost feels worse that you donât seem to blame him at allâyouâre apologizing too, telling him youâre sorry for being a burden on his job.
âYouâre never a burden,â he spits. It comes out harsher than intended, so he sighs, softening. âYou could never be a burden to me.â
You donât reply.
A thick lump lodges itself in his throat as he feels your blood soak through the back of his shirt. It all almost feels unrealâhe feels like he could return home to your warmth and smile and everything would be okay. You have a way of making everything okay.
âWeâre almost there, okay?â he murmurs. Youâre sweating from the pain, sticky against his skin. âJust stay with me.â
The house feels unnaturally cold when he kicks the door open.Â
By the time he has your wound properly wrapped, the sun is gone, a distant memory. He sets you down in bed, pulling the blanket up to your chinâyouâre already asleep, but your expression is unpleasant, tortured. You must be in pain, even in your dreams.
The thought makes him sick.
With a sigh, he stumbles out of the bedroom, collapsing onto the couch. His hands are still shaking from overuse and exhaustion. Heâs not used to the tedious movements anymore like you areâyouâre always the one patching him up these days.
A vase sits on the table. Itâs full of Saurian Claw Succulentsâyouâd planted them yourself, cheery at the prospect of decorating the house a bit more. Kinich plucks one of the flowers from the vase by the thin stem, vacantly inspecting each petal.
He wonders what he has to change.
Those with strength survive. Kinich wants to survive. He wants to survive and live his days out with you.
But heâs not strong enough. If you canât smile at his side, what good is he at all?
Your labored breathing is audible from the other room, the sound grating against his ears. If he had a Vision, or some other kind of power, things mightâve been different. If he had just been strongerâ
He thinks back on his younger self, on his innocence, on his weakness. Heâd discarded that side of himself long ago in favor of something more powerful, in favor of someone who could protect and take care of you.
Thereâs no turning back now, he thinks.
The stem snaps under his fingers, under the weight of it all, previous gentleness gone.
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Last, Last Time (alternate ending)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (she/her pronouns)
WC: ~8.2k
TW: Angst, guns, violence, mentions of domestic violence, blood, swearing, depression, kidnapping, manipulation, self-deprecating thoughts, heartbreak, arguing, the grieving process, drinking, screaming, crying, being under pressure, and anything else that comes with a criminal minds episode.
a/n: based on S15 E6 - first date. I love u aubrey plaza <3. Also inspired by the song Last, Last Time by Boys Go To Jupiter.
hey guys! some people had asked me about a happy ending version of this, and I've never really written an alternate ending before, I was struggling with whether I wanted this to be good angst or not, so having been swayed....here is the alternate ending!
Original Spencer Masterlist
âSpencer I wonâtâI canât keep doing this. Iâm sick of arguing in circles.âÂ
âY/nâŠâ
âI-I feel like you take me for fucking granted Spencer. All I do is work and then come home and wait for you to actually be able to, I donât know, sleep in the same bed as me for more than four hours.â
The look in his eyes almost took you out but your heart had already been broken long, long before this argument. If anything, you were starting to feel this sense of freedom as you broke his heart.Â
âPlease. Y/n. JustâI donâtâJust give me a few days to convince Hotch to let me have some time off and we can work on this please.âÂ
âWait for the potential of us?âÂ
Spencerâs jaw loosened. You couldnât read beyond the initial layer of pain and confusion, which made your chest ache since not too long ago you could have been able to find everything you needed in his expression.
âGod Spencer this canât be fucking news to you. Weâve been drifting apart for months now.âÂ
âI know, I know. You have been so patient with me and Iâve just beenâŠ.there was that whole thing with Cat and thenâŠ.I-I was trying so hard y/nâŠâ
âNo, first there was that whole thing with Maeve.â
âThatâs not fairââ
âOh thatâs not fair? Really? Youâre going to tell me the entire Maeve thing isnât fair to you?â
âIâm sorry.â
You sighed and closed your eyes. âIâm not saying you werenât trying but come one Spencer. Thereâs no need to deny this shit anymore. I hate it when you lie to me about these kinds of things.âÂ
Spencerâs hand came up to his face and it dragged down, aging him significantly with the fatigue written all over his face.Â
âSo youâre just going to pack up everything, break my heart, and leave? Were you even going to say goodbye, or was I going to come home to an empty home and no noteâŠâÂ
âI-I donât know Spencer. I just donâtâŠâÂ
The tears were starting to creep in, and you had to place the box down before you lost it.
âThis isnât easy for me eitherâŠâ Your chest heaved.Â
The both of you stood in silence, tension simmering surrounding the both of you like heat on a summerâs eve. Neither of you could really look at one another, but it felt wrong to look at anything else. Something was missing but you couldnât say it outloud. You knew you would always love Spencer Reid but this time it was not enough.Â
âIâm tired of arguing Spencer.âÂ
Your eyes met his. You felt Spencerâs arms around you before you could even feel the tears hit your cheeks. Your arms immediately went to his neck, so familiar. No longer home.Â
Spencerâs voice muttered into your ear. âDonât cry Jolie. Itâll be okay..âÂ
About three years ago, Spencer had decided that he didnât like that you had nicknames for him, and he had none for you. He spent weeks workshopping different ones : Sugar, Honey, Pumpkin, Sweetheart, Darlin, Pookie, Lover, Sunny (like sunshine), Sunshineâit was a wild week trying to figure out who he was talking to. Then one day, offhandedly, he was trying to tell you about this french film he had been watching, and trying to get Emily to watch with him.Â
He called you âtres jolieâ, and blushing you had asked him what it meant. He told you it meant pretty.Â
And it stuck.Â
Now? It stung.Â
All you could do was squeeze tightly onto him, not ready to let go.
âYouâre so pretty when youâre lying through your teeth.â You whispered after a few moments, pulling away out of his arms.Â
âI.â You swallow and step back, out of his reach. âMaybe Iâll.âÂ
Spencer just looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold in the tears that were streaming down his face.Â
You grabbed the last box on the counter and your keys, and walked out, for the last time.Â
You awoke in your bed, eyes adjusting to the complete darkness the blackout curtains provided you.Â
Another fucking night thinking about your decision those four years ago, and trying to decided whether your life had gotten better because of it.
You still werenât sure. Â
Moving to get up from the bed, you decided to leave the curtains closed for now, feeling as if you could melt from the sun touching you.Â
You turned on the bathroom light and started your morning routine. Wash face. Take meds. Brush teeth. Fix hairâ
Somewhere in that process, you got lost, and just stared at yourself in the mirror. You werenât sure for how long. All you could do was replay the last four years.Â
Did you make the right choice?
Something was missing. It was missing from the spot on the couch. It was missing in the mug cabinet. It was missing in the kitchen while you played music and moved around by yourself.Â
But you were happy. You have been able to throw yourself into your job, and open your own firm. You had your dream career, with some of the most amazing friends you could have asked for.Â
None of which you would have met if you stayed with him.Â
Maybe it was true what they say, you can only have a career or love, but not both.
The only thing taking you out of this spiral was the ringer on your phone going off.Â
This caused some hesitation because your phoneâs ringer was always offââthe loud noise startling you. There were only a few people who had that emergency bypass, and none of them had called you in four years.Â
You peaked out of the bathroom and saw the name light up on your phone.Â
Emily Prentiss
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The door to the round room opened up and in walked Spencer Reid. âCatch me up.âÂ
Prentiss clicked the remote, and the TV lit up with a picture of a woman smirking facing the camera while holding a gun up to another one next to her. âEarly this morning, Garcia got an email from an anonymous server.â
The second woman was tied up, mouth slightly open, and eyes filled with tears, while a man on the other side just had his eyes closed, tired. .Â
Spencer just stared at the photo.Â
Rossi nodded at the picture. âShe's not obscuring her face, telling us she's got nothing to hide.â
He never pulled focus away from the screen, mouth dry at the thought of what today was about to be.âAny ideas on the unsub?â
âNo.â Prentiss sighed. âOnly the unsub's demand. That we release Catherine Adams in 24 hours. I'm having her transferred here for questioning, but we have no illusions. This is just a game to her. We know that. The question is, do we want to play it or not?â
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Receiving a call from the FBI was not entirely new to you, since you had been engaged to one of their agents, but receiving one now? Something was deeply wrong from them to have to send you a call.Â
You hesitantly pick up the phone. âHello?â
âHey Y/n, itâs Emily Prentissââ
âI know who you are, Emily. Itâs been a couple years, not millions.âÂ
Emily hummed a brief laughter, and you could hear other voices behind her, unable to make out anything.Â
âI know this is hard to ask of you, but would you stay on the phone with me and come in?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âI need you to stay very calm Y/n, but I need you to stay on the line with me, leave your apartment as soon as you can, and drive to the BAU.âÂ
âUh, yeah Em. Iâm so sorry, I, uh, I completely forgot about our plans today. Let me get ready, and Iâll be there as soon as I can. Are we still meeting at your place or did you have a different location in the city?âÂ
âWeâll be at Quantico.âÂ
Your entire tone changed, having remembered what Spencer had told you all those years ago about if people were listening into your apartment, if they bugged your carâall paranoia that didnât pay off then, might be paying off now.Â
You were sure you could hear Emily sigh, and it sounded a little upset at the fact that you knew what to doâyou knew how to handle a dangerous situation, which made her question everything in her life.Â
Quickly you pulled on a pair of jeans and threw a sweatshirt over your pajama top and grabbed your keys off of the counter.Â
Today was already stressful enough, what was the point of adding a bra.Â
You left your apartment, waved to one of your neighbors, and hopped into your car, still on the line, just trying not to panic. Maybe something went wrong, maybe Spencer wasnât okay, maybe he had diedâyou refused to even acknowledge that thought and decided it was something else entirely.Â
It was a very tense hour of driving, that was only about forty since you knew how to drive above the speed limit.Â
You realized that it was past midday, and you had taken full advantage of the weekend. So at least you had a decent amount of sleep under your belt for what felt like the beginning of an extraneous night.Â
As you pulled into the parking garage, Emily Prentiss and someone you had never met before were standing there waiting for you. You placed your car in park, hopped out and walked up to themâonly hanging up as soon as you were out of the car.Â
Both of them have such grim looks on their faces, but at least they were trying to pretend like the situation wasnât as bad as it appeared.
Emily engulfed you in a hug. âMissed you Y/n. Itâs been too long.âÂ
âWell Em, next time I break up with someone Iâll consider your feelings first.â You squeezed her back, dryly laughing at your own joke. At least it caused Emily to snort.Â
âY/n this is SSA Luke Alvez. Luke, this is Y/n Y/l/n.â
âItâs nice to meet you.â He gave a small smile and nodded at you.
âI wish it were under different circumstances.â You looked over at Emily.
âLetâs head inside?âÂ
You nodded and the three of you moved inside.Â
Sure, you hadnât been here in a while, but you knew your way to the BAU Bullpen if your life depended on it, which was ironic since that was what this kinda felt like.Â
As soon as you were safely in their round table room, Luke shut the door, and stood by it, Emily coming and sitting down next to you.Â
âWhat do you know about Cat Adams?âÂ
That bitch.Â
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âI would like to go on a date. With you.âÂ
Spencer stared at her, face stoic as ever. âA date?â
âYes. I want to look pretty. And I want to have fun.â She looked him up and down. âAnd I won't even get physical, ok? Unless you want me to.â
Spencer sat down across from her. âCome here. Closer.â
Cat leaned in, a small smile on her face, absolutely intoxicated by being so close to him.
âThe only date that I'll be there for is the one where they stick a needle in your vein.â
Cat scoffed. âYou're just going to let her father and sister die? I don't think so.â
âI never said it was a father and daughter. You're already slipping.â He stood up from the table. âWe'll find them. We always do.â
Cat leaned back and crossed her arms. âNot tonight. Tonight I win.â
His resolution had yet to change, âThe score between me and you is two to zero. By tomorrow morning, it'll be a clean sweep. Enjoy eternal nothingness. It's a metaphor for your life.âÂ
And with that, the door slammed shut behind him.
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Both the profilers watched a series of emotions run rampant across your face, before you settled on a somewhat displeased smile. âA lot.âÂ
They exchanged a look, and you didnât have the energy to pretend like you didnât know what it was.Â
âDonât start with me today Emily. I know what youâre doing. Ask me the questions you want to ask. Donât try to trick me into giving the answers you want. Donât profile me.âÂ
Part of being engaged to a profiler meant you picked up on some of their own quirks. Which meant you saw Alvez bite his tongue and try to hide his smile. And you noticed that Emily, on the other hand, hid her smile a bit better but it was still there.
She nodded and pulled a file from across the table. âIâm assuming you know the basics since she, uh, is obsessed with Spencer.â
âGlad to see he still has that going for him.â You muttered and looked into the file.Â
Emily shot Luke a look when he let out a huff or air, trying his damndest not to laugh.Â
âWhat is the last thing you know about her?âÂ
You recounted the days leading up to the restaurant, and then the few days after, decidedly stopping short of the engagement breaking off a week later.Â
They shared another look, and you didnât enjoy whatever it was that had moved across their faces.Â
âWhat happened?âÂ
âY/n..â
âNo Emily, I drove all the way from DC to Quantico on the phone, I deserve to know what happened.âÂ
Emily then begins to explain to you the past four years of Reidâs life. Cat pretending she was pregnant with his kid in prison, kidnapping his mother, framing him for murder in Mexico, going to prisonâ
âSpencer went to prison and none of you thought to call meâŠ.â
âWe didnât think youâdââÂ
âIâm a fucking criminal defense attorney in DC Emily. Of course Iâd want to know if he was arrested, especially internationally. I know that law better than all of you. If someone I knew was kidnapped, Iâd call you immediately. Faster than the cops.âÂ
Both of them went silent.Â
âSo is he out?âÂ
They nodded slowly, silently.Â
âHow long was he in there?â
Nothing.Â
âI asked. How. Long.â
Luke spoke up. âThree months.âÂ
âJesus christ.â You stood up and started to pace around the room, taking the time you needed to calm down.Â
Why didnât Spencer call you?
Well you knew why Spencer wouldnât call you.Â
âOkay so heâs out.â You said finally. âWhy am I hereâHe didnât startâŠ.did he?âÂ
Emily shook her head. âHeâs actually been really good about it.â She said softly, trying to calm you down.Â
You started fidgeting with your rign finger; a habit you have picked up many years ago, and have yet to lose, even if the ring wasnât there anymore.Â
âCatâs execution is coming up.â Emily started, trying to get you back on track. âAnd weâŠ.we found out that sheâs convinced one of her former cellmates to kidnap...peopleâŠclose to Reid, and we knew youâd be on that list for him.âÂ
âShe already ruined that relationship years ago, she won that one. Why would she bring me back into it?â You sat down and looked down at the file on the table. You had never really seen a photo of her before, doing your best to avoid all of the media surrounding her arrest.Â
She was very pretty, that much was certain.Â
Just as you went to say something else, JJ knocked on the door, another blonde woman behind her.Â
They entered and JJ gave you a small, yet genuine smile.Â
You returned it, but quickly shifted your gaze onto the woman behind.Â
Your whole body shifted slightly, into a place of defense, locking your emotions down. You knew all the profilers were watching it happen in real time, which is why Emily very casually put a hand on your knee under the table.Â
âWould someone like to tell me what is going on here?âÂ
Your head turned as you looked over to Emilt, bewildered by this woman and her, well, bewilderment.Â
JJ walked over and sat down on the other side of you. âUh, Max, this is Unit Cheif Emily Prentiss and SSA Luke Alvez.â She pursed her lips before looking over at you. âAnd this is another one of the victims affected by Cat Adams, Y/n Y/l/n.âÂ
Max had crossed her arms and nodded. âVictims?âÂ
You quickly onced her over, a slightly unimpressed look crossing your features. âPeople close to Spencer get fucked over a lot.â This came out with a sigh attached to it.Â
Max almost scoffed, but you watched as she nodded. âAnd how do you know Spencer?âÂ
Your eyes met with Emilyâs really quickly.Â
Emily looked over at Max. âSheâsâŠâ
âIâm Spencerâs ex-fiancĂ©.â
It felt better to let this poor girl know, but somehow saying the words out loud left the most rotten taste in your mouth.Â
Watching Maxâs defenses go up in real time was a little sobering.
At least Spencerâs taste in partners with attitude hadnât changed.Â
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âVictimology is off.â
âHow so?â Prentiss looked up at him as he walked into the room.Â
âFather and daughter. Sheâs never done that before.âÂ
Lewis spoke up. âShe usually kills men that remind her of her father. Childrenâeven adult children, are off limits. Do we have an ID yet.âÂ
Prentiss, Rossi, Garcia, and JJ all looked over at Reid, and he just pulled a hand down his face. âItâsâŠItâs Issac and Noelle Y/l/n.âÂ
âY/l/nâŠas is Y/n Y/l/n.â Tara looked up surprised at Spencer.Â
Reid nodded slowly, just staring at the picture on the projector.
While Luke spoke up. âWho is Y/n Y/l/n.âÂ
âAn old friend.â Rossi quickly interjected, before any more explanation had to be said. It was clear both Alvez and Simmons, that whoever this was, was an extremely touchy subject for Reid.Â
Tara, who had only known you for a little while, looked back at the picture.Â
Rossie spoke up. âWhat do we know about the partner whoâs helping her?âÂ
âItâs got to be someone from her prison.â Simmons spoke up. âShe hasnât had contact with anyone else?âÂ
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After all of that, you found yourself back in a place you swore you left for the last time. It looked almost the same as when you had first moved out, but there was less of it.Â
Almost as if he was having trouble covering places where things used to be.
There were almost no photos on the walls, since you were half of them, and had taken the rest.Â
Calling someone you once loved a stranger feels wrong.Â
Max was just sitting on the couch in your spot. She was looking around as you and Rossi stood by the kitchen counter.Â
She had, understandably, decided she was not your biggest fan.
âCat had a cellmate named Juliette Weaver. We believe the two were working together, as a way for Cat to get something against Spencer, and as payment, Cat would hurt Julietteâs ex.â
You nodded. âHow does this affect me?âÂ
âShe took your father and sister.âÂ
Your back straightened and immediately brought out your phone, to call your sister, but Rossi just placed a hand on your phone and shook his head. âIf she finds out you know, then itâs all over. Sheâs doing this on purpose. She knows about you and Reid, but she knows that dragging you into all of this will hurt him more than anything else.âÂ
His voice had gone low and quiet, so that the girl on the couch couldnât hear. JJ, who was on the couch, talking to Max, looked like she was trying to block out whatever conversation was happening in the kitchen.Â
âSo why is she here?â You whispered back.Â
âBecause we donât want anyone in danger, and itâs better for us if we have eyes on both of youâÂ
You closed your eyes and nodded. âI need a cup of tea.âÂ
Rossi nodded, and placed your phone on the counter, and you walked into the kitchen,eyes closed from the stress of the situation.Â
The apartment went silent, watching as you grabbed a kettle, and started to make tea. It was like second nature to you as you turned the stovetop on, grabbed a mug from the cabinet (careful to not grab one of his favorites), and grabbed some tea from the cabinet.Â
It didnât dawn on you that you were drinking your favorite type of tea until the second sip, while the entire apartment was still silent.Â
The pity from JJ and Rossi was palpable.Â
The disbelief from Max was a boulder on you back, like Atlas transferring the world to your shoulders.Â
âDonât even start.â You muttered, moving to sit down back next to Rossi on the kitchen stools.Â
He shrugged and stayed silent.Â
That is, until JJâs walkie went off and she looked at Max. âItâs time. Letâs go.âÂ
Rossi looked over at you and gave you a quick hug, squeezing you tightly. âYouâve got this kid. Remember everything we talked about.âÂ
You nodded and gave both agents a strained smile as they left the apartment, taking Max with them, leaving you all alone in this place you once called home.
Never once, since you left, did you think you would ever be back here. You didnât even realize you were drinking from one of your own mugs until it was just you. The irony of it was not lost on you, and you sat down in your spot on the couch.Â
Well first you sat in Spencerâs seat but it felt too weird, so you shifted back into your spot on the couch.Â
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âJuliette staked out in Reidâs life. Found out he was dating someone, but then must have discovered his ex-fiancĂ©e.â Simmons sighed. âHe was probably so focused on Max, he didnât even realize that someone was digging into his history, following them around.â
Prentiss nodded as they walked and talked. âBut if Juliette was able to find Max, that meant she was easily able to find Y/n and her family. Plus, Y/n is not that hard to findâsheâs a prominent public attorney in DC. That means Juliette mustâve had access to all of her publicly available information. â
âWell at least we found their hidden agenda.âÂ
âNo. We found Catâs hidden agenda. Juliette doesnât care about Reid. Thereâs something weâre missing here. Do a deep dive with Garcia.âÂ
Simmons nodded at Prentis. âOn it.âÂ
âIâll go to Reid's apartment and monitor onsite. Is there a trap and trace on his landline?âÂ
âGarciaâs almost set up.â Simmons walked away from Prentiss, and down towards Penelopeâs office.Â
âWell this went from bad to worse.â Tara walked up to Emily.Â
Emily sighed in agreement.Â
Lewis spoke up. âFemale narcissists destroy their competition. Y/n really shouldnât be in there.âÂ
Emily just nodded and the two of them headed out of the bullpen. âWalk with me.âÂ
Tara kept stride with her as they pushed through the doors. Rossi was just getting off the phone with someone and turned to look at the two women approaching him and JJ.Â
JJ spoke up when Rossi was finished. âSo, the hospital just released the dadâ Issac Y/l/n. He's on his way here now.
Rossi scoffed. âQuestion is, why let him go at all?â
âMatt's on that.â Emily gestures in the direction of Garciaâs office. âJuliette Weaver's real agenda should tell us where she's taking Y/nâs younger sister.â
Lewis spoke next. âI still think the play here is to get Cat and Juliette to contact each other, but I have no idea how.â
Prentiss crossed her arms. âI have a plan, but first we have to talk about Y/n.âÂ
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Just then, you heard the click of the door, and stood up, watching as the door swung open.Â
And there he was.Â
This was the first time you had seen Spencer in four years.Â
And there he was, kissing Catherine Adams.Â
The woman you could give partial credit to for ending your relationship.Â
After a moment Spencer looked up, and took several steps away from Cat. His eyes were wide and locked on yours.Â
It took a lot of self-restraint to not punch the lights out of Cat, and to stand still arms crossed.Â
âY/n?â Spencerâs voice broke a little bit.Â
You never would say that Spencer was unattractive. In fact, it would be a lie if you ever even thought about it. But something about the past four years aged him like a fine wine.Â
His hair was a bit longer, he had some scruffâhis baby face had melted away and standing in front of you was a man who you thought you knew everything about, but was now a stranger.Â
You didnât answer him, watching as he took you in, standing in his apartment, for the first time sinceâŠ
âWhat are you doing here?â Spencerâs voice cracked.
You looked over at Cat, who had the most devious smirk on her face.Â
Remember what Prentiss had said to you.Â
âYou know why Iâm here.âÂ
Cat nodded and the two of them moved into the apartment, the door closing behind them.Â
Spencer just stood ten feet away from you, eyes never leaving you, and you watched him right back.Â
Cat, on the other hand, was walking around, examining the apartment. You could see her take notice of the tea you had made yourself on the counter. You could see the hatred from the corner of your eyes. The two of you were starting to piss her off.Â
She spoke up, after a few moments of silence. âDid it make you mad that I was kissing your FiancĂ©?âÂ
You shook your head. âNo.â
Your focus had fully turned to Cat, but you swore you swore you could hear Spencer take a sharp inhale as you spoke your next words.
âWell, he's not my fiancĂ© and I kind of have some other things on my mind.â
Cat didnât scare you, but there was just something so off-putting about her. âLike what?âÂ
âAre you gonna hurt Noelle?â
Cat shrugged. âNot if I don't have to, no. Honestly, if she follows instructions, she might even learn from this whole experience.â
You scoffed. âWhat does that mean?â
Cat just started fiddling with the chess set on the dresser.Â
âSpencer, what does she mean?â You turned to look back at him, his name feeling so good on your tongue.Â
Spencer, who really hadnât stopped looking at you and sighed. âShe means that Noelle isnât learning from her, but from Juliette.âÂ
You sat down in your spot on the couch, eyes closed, trying not to let Cat (or Spencer) see how truly upset you were starting to feel. Â
Spencer noticed where you sat and had to look down to conceal any notions of a smile on his face.Â
Cat watched him before turning and looking at you, more disdain on her face than before.Â
âNormally, Spencie and I, we spend our time together playing games, but tonight, I've brought you all here to make a point. You are doing so much better.âÂ
Spencer spoke up. âWith you?â
âWithout you.â Cat snapped at him. âBesides, Iâm not talking to you Spencie, I'm talking to her.â
She turned to face you. âBecause, girlfriend, you need to know the truth about your fiancĂ©.âÂ
âHe's not my finacĂ©.â You were unsure about how many more times you could say that outloud.Â
âNo kidding. Whenâs the last time you spoke? RightâŠâ Cat walked over to the center of the room, right in front of the couch. âHere?âÂ
Your head whipped around to Spencer. âYou told her about that?â
Spencer was pleading with his eyes. âI had to say a lot of things tonight.â
Catâs voice caused your head to snap back to her. âYes, he has. He said that you never compared to me, that, um... That no matter what, he will never get me out of his mind, unlike you. Unlike that girlfriend.âÂ
You tried not to wince at the mention of that girl Maxine out in one of the trucks.
Spencer sat down next to you. âEverything I saidâI was lying to save your family.â
Cat scoffed. âDid our kiss look like a lie?âÂ
âNo.â You locked eyes with Cat, almost challenging her.Â
She seemed to enjoy it.
âThank you. See, now we're getting to the heart of the matter.â Cat started mocking Spencer. âYou see, everyone thinks that Dr. Spencer Reid is... Is just this nice, bookish, uh, genius who, uh, always saves the day and has all the answers. And has zero mommy issues, right? But, um... I know the real him.âÂ
âOh, yeah? Who's the real me, Cat?âÂ
âThe real Spencer Reid throws women against walls. And hisses that he's going to kill them.âÂ
Spencer stood up, squaring off against her. âThat was a very different situation.â
âNo, it wasn't.â Cat was holding the smirk back this time, making your gut wretch.Â
âSpencerâŠWhat is she talking about?â You looked from the psychopath in front of you, to Spencer, poor Spencer who has spent the entire day entertaining her.
âYou tell her. She's not gonna believe it coming from me.â She huffed.Â
âCat..â
âDo it.â She hissed, eyeswide with hints of threate.
Reid turned and looked at you, his mouth dry and body stiff. âTwo years ago, Cat had her partner kidnap my mother. Just like tonight. She got under my skin andâŠâ
Your chest hurt. âAnd you threw her against a wall?âÂ
Catâs smirk was breaking through whatever resolve she had. âDon't skimp on the details, Spencie. She deserves to know everything.â
Every single time she said Spencie you swore it was harder to not deck her in the face.Â
Spencer looked down at his hands, and then over at you. His voice had gotten quieter. âShe was pregnant at the time and I knew that when I hurt her.âÂ
âAnd?â She stood there expectantly, waiting for Spencer to finish. When he didnât, her face suddenly became solemn. âThe next day... I miscarried. The end.â
Spencer looked at her. âThat's not true.âÂ
Youre eyes went wide. âWhat?â
They just continued to argue over you.
âIt is most certainly true. Check my medical records.âÂ
âThat doesn't mean I-I wouldâŠâ
Cat held up her hand to him. âStop. Look.â
Spencer looked over at you, just sitting on the couch, trying to process everything that was going through your head.Â
After thinking about everything you had gone through, especially with Spencer. âI thought you were better than that Spence.âÂ
It was the first time you had used a nickname for him in years. And he was hearing it for the first time while you were stuck in a standoff between himself and Cat Adams, your sister being god knows where.Â
Spencerâs voice cracked. âI'm sorry.âÂ
Cat squatted down in front of you, a sick smile on her lips. She was enjoying this. She truly enjoyed watching his life crumble to bits. âNotice how your Spencie is apologizing to you and not me.â
You clenched your hands. âHeâs not mineâŠâ
Spencer just looked over at you.Â
Cat nodded. âThat's good. Because men are all the same. Aren't they, Jolie?âÂ
Spencerâs eyes lit up with an emotion you rarely saw from him when you were together. âDon't call her that.â
And you couldnât blame him. The word ran you through like a spear and you were sure if you looked behind you, the blade would be through the couch. You tried so hard to not let either of the two people near you see how much it messed with you. You couldnât believe Spencer had told her that. Luckily for you, Cat was too busy pushing Spencerâs buttons to see the way her words won against you.Â
Cat hissed at him. âWhat, are you gonna throw me against a wall and choke me, or do you only do that to pregnant women?âÂ
You finally spoke up. âWhy are you doing this?â
âBecause I want you to see it.â She gestured to Spencer. âI want you to see that he is...no better than he was before, or any man after. Theyâre all the same.âÂ
âStop.â
Cat squatted down in front of you. âI can see it on your face. What's his name?âÂ
You stared back at her. âIt's none of your business.â
That damned smirk of hers returned. âIt is exactly my business. In fact, it's my specialty. I mean, I could have Juliette and baby sister go over there if you want. They could take care of him.âÂ
Reid looked over at you. âSay yes. Give her what she wants.âÂ
âHmm. See, he wants you to get me to make a little phone call so they can trace it.â She moved away from you both and sat down in the lounging chair across from you. âThey're so good, the FBI.â
You jumped up and started pacing, a spitting image of four years ago, unable to look at Spencer. âWhat is wrong with the two of you? What is this sick, twisted thing that you have? Listen, I just want to save my sister. Will you please just tell me what I have to do to do that?âÂ
âTell me his name. Tell me the story. That's it. And then if they can let Juliette exit stage right, then I promise you I will let her go.â
You looked between Cat and Spencer before walking over to the kitchen, and hanging up the phone. After staring down at the decision you had just made, you walked back over and took your phone out. âHere. Use this. Use my phone. They can't trace it.â
She just watched you. âYou'd be surprised.â
âI don't even need a call. Just... just a photo.â You held the phone out to her. âSomething to prove to me that she's still alive. Pleaseâ.Â
Cat just looked up at your face. âStory first.â
âY/n. Please.â Spencer turned to you, hoping youâd look back at him. âI have been here with her before. She called the number and told the partner to kill my mom.â
âIt is so tricky, isn't it? I mean, who are you gonna trust? The lying, cheating, violent psychopath... Or me?â
You looked down at the ground, refusing to look over at Spencer. âHisâŠHis name was Mike Davis. We dated for about two years. I met him a month after weâŠwe split.â
Catâs attention on you felt as if there were a million bees stinging your body all at different intervals, pain coursing through your body. âGood. When did it end?âÂ
âLast year.âÂ
âWas he good in bed?âÂ
Spencer stood up. âShut up.âÂ
Cat was enjoying this. She was enjoying watching you make Spencer uncomfortable. She was enjoying hurting him in every masochistic way she could. âWhat? You have to know where you stand.â
âHe was goodâŠâ You looked back at Cat. âGood at, um, separating me from my friends and my family. Enough that the first time he punched me in the face, I didn't have anywhere to go. And my first response was "I'm sorry, Mike." A fucking defense attorney apologizing to someone when they got hit. That's when he knew he had me.â
There was a glint in Spencerâs eyes, and you could swear they were tears, but you couldnât tell from rage or sorrow.Â
Cat continued to probe. âHow many hospital visits were there?âÂ
You showed her a small scar on the inside of your elbow. âNone. No, he... He knew how to hurt me just enough to hide it all, I guess. I never missed a day of work.â Â
âBut you found the strength to leave. What did you do?âÂ
â IâŠâ
âTell me.â
âI planned. I planned and then I waited.â
Catâs eyes lit up. âWaited for what? â
âI live here in D.C.â You looked between Spencer and Cat. âBut I'm also a resident in Virginia. It takes 60 days for the permit to clear, but because I-I know some peopleâŠit was sooner.â
Spencerâs eyes widened. âY/n, stop talking. Stop talking right now.â
Cat shushed him. âNo, don't stop. Here. Give me the phone. Look, I'm gonna enter the text. Stick the landing and I'll hit send."
You handed her the phone and she quickly typed out a message, her thumb hovering over send.Â
Fiddling with your ring finger, you started to speak again. Slowly. Concisely. âWhen I was ready, I picked a fight. Loud enough for the neighbors to hear. And he came at me with his fist just cocked back, so I pulled my Glock 19 out of my purse. I shot him.â
Spencer tried to interject. âIt was self-defense. He was attacking youââ
âThat's what I told 911 as he was struggling to breathe on his kitchen floor. That's why the police never charged me. Iâm a lawyer, I know how to plead.â You closed your eyes. âBut I... after I hung up, I... I shot him two more times.âÂ
Cat was glowing, spinning around to face Spencer. âWow, you really have a type, don't you? Quite a dilemma, too. She just admitted to murder.âÂ
Spencer was in disbelief. âShe'll beat it.â .Â
âProbably. But whatever feelings she might have still had for you, and whatever Maxine might have seen in youâ-itâs all gone.âÂ
The phone in your hand buzzed.
âOh, wow. Look at that. Your sister. Alive and well. You're welcome.âÂ
Your face hardened up, and you stood up straighter. Walking away from the two of them, you opened the door. âI got it.âÂ
Emily took the phone from your hand and you turned back to the two of them. There was no emotion behind your eyes as you looked back at Spencer.Â
Cat smirked and looked up at Spencer. âI win.âÂ
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The prison transport was quiet, with the two guards sitting across from Spencer and Cat. It had been silent for about twenty minutes, but then, Cat spoke up.Â
âDo you know why I did this? Why I really did this?âÂ
Spencer looked down at his hands. âYou wanted to prove I'm a monster just like you.â
âNo... Silly. I just wanted to see you again. I just wanted to make sure that you would never forget about me.â She sighed. â'Cause when they do put that needle in my arm, I just want there to be even the slightest chance that... Maybe you're still thinking about meâŠâ
Spencer stiffened as she placed her head on his shoulder. âYou didn't have to terrorize innocent people. You could've just written a letter.âÂ
âWould you have written me back?âÂ
When Spencer didnât respond, Cat knew her answer.Â
âBye, Spencie. I really enjoyed our date.â She smiled at him desperately, getting dragged out of the vehicle by the guards to the prison.Â
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The elevator door opened and Spencer walked out of it, his whole body reeked of defeat, and he barely looked at Emily as she spoke. âWe need to debrief.âÂ
âI need some time Emily.â He muttered, walking right past her and into the bullpen. His expression changed when he saw you on one side talking to Tara, and Max on the other, looking up at him right as he walked in.Â
âSpencer, are you okay?âÂ
Her voice caught your ear, and immediately you looked up to see her walk over and embrace him in a hug.Â
He stiffly smiled at her, and returned the hug before muttering that he would be back in a moment.
Watching Spencer hug her and whisper something in her ear, make your stomach lurch, and you had to turn away.Â
Spencer walked over to you, and you stood up as he approached.Â
âUh, Tara, would you mind giving usâŠâ
She nodded at him and walked away.Â
Both of you went to speak, trying to say something to the other.Â
âI should explain all of this.âÂ
Spencer shook his head. âYou donât have to explain any of that Y/nâit doesnât.âÂ
You cut him off. âSpencer, please.âÂ
The two of you moved out and voer into the kitchen, providing a bit more privacy than before. âIt was fakeâmost of it was fake. I didnât kill anyone, Spence. I was just lying to her to get her to send the text from my phone. It was allâŠIt was made up.âÂ
He just nodded, staring at you, eyes cloudier than a storm crossing an ocean.Â
You gave him a soft smile, and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Both of you could feel the pulse between it, but your hand stayed where it was.Â
âMike Davis is alive, and I donât really know about well. But heâŠwe dated for about two years and he didâŠhe raised a fist one time but never actuallyâŠhe never hit me. I threw him out that night. Iâm okay.â
Spencer lets out a breath slowly, just trying to take in everything you were saying.Â
Spencer watched as what little resolve you had left crumbled under his gaze, and you looked up, trying to keep the tears at bay.Â
He gently wrapped his arms around you, and helf you tightly, like all those years ago. âIâm so sorry you got dragged into this.â His words melted into your skin as you wrapped your arms around him.Â
After a minute of standing like this, the two of you broke apart, and one of his hands came up to your cheek, wiping away a single tear that was left.Â
You took a step back, the irony of this mirror image not lost on you, and you guestered back into the bullpen. âYou haveâŠYou have to talk to Max.âÂ
Spencerâs face dropped a little at the mention of her name and he shook his head. âIâllâŠIâll deal with her in a second. She wasnât the one who had to face a woman who completelyâŠ.â
âChanged and fucked up what I thought my life would be. Yeah, I know. But she also cares about you.â You laughed a bit, putting back together a resolve that was nonexistent.Â
âSpence, They filled me in on everything that happened between both of you in the past couple years, and they asked me if I would be willing toâŠhelp them beat her.âÂ
He didnât like that you knew about everything that had gone down. He was so happy you were okay. He was a little impressed by the way you beat Cat at her own game. He was upset that you put yourself in danger. You could read him like you read one of your favorite books, knowing which emotion was coming up next.Â
âThey gave me an ear piece and everything.â You gave him a small smile, trying to make light of something.Â
Spencer shook his head. âYouâre not trainedâthatâs extremely dangerous of you.âÂ
You sighed and nodded. âUnfortunately Spencer, this isâŠthis was the life I was used to when we were together. I knew the stakes. I mean the briefings I had with Hotch after you relapsedâŠâÂ
Spencer just clammed up and stood a bit straighter. â I didnât know that..â
âIt was like that on purpose. I didnât want you to think that you were a burden or too much orâI was doing it for the potential of usâŠâ You cut yourself of, flinching at the parallels between this and your previous final conversation.Â
Garcia walked over and placed a hand on Spencerâs shoulder. âIâm sorry to interrupt darlings, but I just need you both to know, Cat Adams had a miscarriage, but it was months after whatever encounter you had. Itâs not your fault. We looked at her records.â She was speaking low for you both, yet both of you let out a quiet sigh of relief.Â
You looked over at Garcia. âThank you Pen.âÂ
Taking another small step back from Spencer, even though every single neuron in your brain was firing off, telling you what you were doing was wrong. âI should, I should grab my stuff, and go back. Penelope?âÂ
She had a rueful look on her face, but she nodded and took your arm, walking you back over to the desk where your stuff was.Â
Spencer flexed his hand, almost as if he wanted to grab yours and never let go, but he just walked over to Max.Â
You started to collect your things, but got sidetracked by a conversation with Rossi.Â
You missed the small conversation that Spencer had with Max. You missed the way they hugged, and the way that the two of them walked out of the bullpen and to the elevator. You missed as they disappeared for a few minutes.Â
âRossi, I promise to do better about keeping in touch. I swear.âÂ
âI donât just invite anyone over for dinner, you know. Itâs an exclusive invitation.âÂ
You smiled, almost all real. âTrust me. I know. Besides⊠the phone is a two way device, so you have to text me first sometimes too.âÂ
You looked over for Spencer, the smile on your face shifting ever so slightly into one of sadness when he wasnât around. And no one would have noticed, if not for the fact that you were in a room full of profilers.Â
âWell everyone, IâŠthis was lovely. Weâll have to do this whole âgetting my family kidnappedâ again some time.âÂ
This remark caused a few laughs and some smiles, as you said your goodbyes, and Emily walked over to the elevator.Â
She was about to say something, but the doors opened and revealed Spencer. He seemed like a weight had been taken off his shoulders and you smiled at him.
Emily excused herself, giving your shoulder a squeeze, and leaving the two of you alone.Â
âLet me walk you out.â
You nodded, and entered the elevator.
The two of you stood in silence until you reached the parking lot.
You both stepped out, and looked over at your car, before looking back at one another.Â
It was Spencer who spoke first.Â
âIâm so so sorry Y/n.â He whispered. âI never meant any of this to happen to you, and for you to get dragged back here andââÂ
As soon as he met your eyes, you dropped your bag, and Spencer wrapped his arms around you tightly, just holding you and resting his head on yours; trying to give you the comfort that he was rarely able to give you. You just tightly wrapped your arms around his torso and just held onto him tightly. Trying to decompress, trying to truly understand everything that had happened in the past twelve hours.Â
Part of being a lawyer meant that acting and diffusing situations was part of your life, but sometimes, it was just a defense mechanism. It was exhausting.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
Spencer looked at your face, pulling away slightly. You were worried about him.Â
He went to nod, but decided to shake his head no. âToday wasâŠIâm so sorry sheâŠâÂ
âItâs what she wanted, Spence, and unfortunately she justâŠâ You whispered. You tried so hard to find the right words.Â
After another moment in his arms, you took a step back and shook your head.Â
âIâm sorry.â
âY/nâŠâ
âSpence you have a girlfriend.âÂ
âY/n.â
âAnd IâŠI donât know if I could put myself back to where I was four years ago.â
âJolie.âÂ
You took another breath, but kept going. âYou are amazing, and funny, and so smart Spence. But thisâŠwe ran our course. It didnât work then, and I donât know if I have it in me to try again just for it to fail.âÂ
âWe wonât.âÂ
âYou canât promise something like that.â
âI can. I will.â
You shook your head. âMaxâŠâ
âWe broke up.â
Spencer gently grabbed your face, giving you enough time to back out.
You didnât.Â
His lips locked with yours, his thumb rubbing against your cheek as the two of you shared one more moment, just for the two of you.Â
Catharsis didnât even begin to describe the feeling of the ache in your bones subsiding. Every single moment of stress, of doubt, just melted away and left you grabbing a hold of Spencerâs shirt and pulling him impossibly closer.Â
It was going to be different. Everything was not the same. You both had grown, you had changed, and for the better. But eventually, you were always supposed to find your way back to this moment, with yourself in Spencerâs arms and your lips on his lips.Â
It was solidified when a few months later, Spencer left the BAU to become a full time professor in DC, and moved into your apartment, abandoning the one where Cat had ruined your life not once, but twice.Â
It solidified as the two of you made time for one another, constantly finding new cities around the world to explore.Â
It solidified forever when he placed a ring on your finger and whispered I do in front of your friends and family.
It was always meant to be, and sometimes, the path to forever, is everchanging.Â
But at least you were able to do it with Spencer Reid by your side.Â
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Notes & Nitrous (Oscar Piastri x Jeon Jungkook's labelmate!Reader)
Series Masterlist
Face claim- IU
{Jungkook's POV}
Y/N was always nice, that was her personality. She wasn't nice because she wanted to be an idol but she was genuinely nice from the moment I met her. She was the first female solo artist under our label and debuted soon after we did. Those were tough time; while Y/N made a name for herself domestically, we were able to expand internationally which in turn brought more traffic to our company. She would always joke about how we helped her go to concerts overseas. She got along well with the other members too; but there was always something different between us, or so thought.
We were both teenagers when we became trainees. She would always ask us questions and for help and she was the only one who could call me oppa and get away with it. Even the fans noticed how she could call me oppa and no one else. When I think about it, it's mostly because I had a huge crush on her. I was in love with her for years but us dating would be scandalous so we never did, or I never asked.
Everyone treated her like BTS's younger sister. I couldn't imagine it. I wish I had the guts to ask her out.
Y/N was promoting at the same time as I was promoting seven. Going to music shows became exciting because I would find Y/N back stage and we would be goofing off. "Why'd you have to promote seven now?" she whined playfully. "Why?" I asked confused. "I can't win a single time now, until your song stops being nominated" she laughed. "I can stop" I stated. "No, no, oppa, I was joking. The fans love the single; I was just teasing you. I've won enough trophies at this point" she quickly corrected.
We were both done with our promotions and were at the company recording. I had asked her to do a demo for a few of my songs and she was giving feedback on how I could do them. I saw how her eyes sparkled and the way it made my heart beat really fast when she spoke. I found myself staring at her lips, I have no clue what took over me but I suddenly kissed her. She stopped speaking and then I felt it, the sudden push. "Oppa" she screamed. I was shocked, the feeling of her lips still on mine as I traced my lips. "What was that?" she asked. "I...I like you Y/N, so much for so long now" I mumbled. Her shoulders slumped, "I'm sorry oppa but I don't feel that way." she said. "I thought..." I trailed off. "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. I just hope you will forget this" she said. "Why? Is it because of the dating ban" I asked. "What? NO, Oppa, we are veterans at this point. I just never saw you as anyone but an older brother. Someone to lean on or ask for help" she explained. My heart shattered and I couldn't even say anything. I felt tears prick my eyes. "I'm sorry, I really am. I just hope we can be friends" she begged. "I'm sorry Y/N but I need time. Can you leave?" I asked. "I'm sorry again. I hope we can be friends again" she said while walking out.
y/n.y/l/n
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y/n.y/l/n 3 sold out shows in Melbourne!! Thank you everyone who came. Can't wait to see you guys in Manila next!đđ
user8 ìžë ë ë돎 ìë» đ„čđ„čunnie you are so pretty user9 Love all your showsâ€ïžâ€ïž user10 Oscar was at that show and I saw him too, I think I can die happy nowđđ user11 She doesn't have a bad angleđ„”đ„” user12đđ oscarpiastri đ€€đ€€ user13 please behave yourself Oscarđ€Šââïžđ€Šââïž
{Oscar's POV}
I walked into the McLaren garage for the meeting before the race when Zak introduced me to Y/N Y/L/N. They listened to me and invited her, when did they ever do that, my brain was short circuiting. She raised her hand to greet me, "I'M A HUGE FAN" I blurted out, quickly covering my mouth. She smiled, "I saw, the fans were talking about some Oscar at my show, so I checked and they didn't disappoint" she said winking at me. I could die happy now. "It's nice to meet you, you've helped my fan base expand" she chuckled. I laughed nervously. She turned her attention to Lando who had walked in and spoke to him for a few moments while I watched.
"Mate, you're sweating so much, don't be nervous you drive Formula One cars for a living for fucks sake" Lando joked as he saw me stare at her. "How can I not? She's my celebrity crush" I stated. "Ask her out" Lando said simply. "What? NO?" I denied. "Come on, she was flirting with you since she got here. The worse she could say is no and you will never see her" Lando reasoned. "But..." I stammered. "You wanted to meet her that's why you asked to invite her and now that she's here you won't even shoot your shot" Lando questioned.
So, eventually I did pluck up the courage and walked up to her. She was taking a few pictures when I stood in front of her, "Hey Oscar" she greeted putting her phone away. "Hi. Are you in town for a few more days?" I asked. "yeah, my concerts in a few days" she said. "Would you like to go out with me?" I asked trying to sound as confident as I could be. She smiled, "yes, I would love that" she said. "Great! Then dinner tomorrow at 8?" I suggested. "Done. Can't wait" she commented. I walked to the car with a pip in my step, my celebrity crush just said yes to going out with me.
y/n.y/l/n
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y/n.y/l/n First formula one race of my life!! Thank you mclaren for having međ§Ąđ§Ą
mclaren don't mention it but you should thank our driver tbhđđ€ user14 no way Oscar suggested to invite herđ„čđ„č user15 She looks so good in orange, I could neverđđđ user16 that outfitđđ user17 Is no one gonna talk about how she changed her outfit at the paddock?đââïžđââïž user18 I would've fainted if I was Oscarđ«Łđđ landonorris user18 he almost didđ«ąđ«ą user18 landonorris OMG!! YOU RPELIED oscarpiastri we loved having you, come back soon𧥠Liked by the author y/n.y/l/n oscarpiastri I would love to be back if you'll invite međ user19 what is going on between Oscar and Y/N?đđ«Ł user20 user19 they're just being nice to each other, shut upđ€Šââïžđ€Šââïž
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please don't go (i'll eat you whole) | Leon Kennedy x Reader
synopsis: You make love to Leon before he leaves you.
word count: 1,906
warnings/tags: leon kennedy x fem reader, established relationship, smut with feelings, angst, pre-spain or just pre-mission in general, some light fluff if you squint kinda (i'm sorry), p in v sex/penetrative sex, unprotected sex, aftercare
author's note: i'm gonna be honest. i am a little nervous. more so than usual bc this is my first time writing for leon! i love him so much, he's definitely one of my comfort characters, and i wanted to write something angsty but also kinda bittersweet like this for a loooong time and i finally got around to it. i really hope you guys enjoy, comments are always appreciated <3 this has been proofread more than once, but just in case, any and all mistakes are mine! also, just fyi, i wrote this with re4r leon in mind, but you can imagine whichever leon floats your boat if you really want to lol.
p.s. it's not written in here but pls pee after sex đ
minors do not interact, please and thank you!
You clung to him for dear life; as if he was going to disappear in front of your very eyes.
You were above him, peering down into his deep eyes. His eyebrows were knitted together in pleasure and his lips, which were currently rosy and swollen after the frequent kisses you had given them, were ever so slightly parted as soft groans emerged from his throat. His large hands never stayed still for longer than a minute â he gripped your waist before sliding them down to your ass, kneading the soft flesh before moving them up toward your breasts, squeezing gently, before bringing them back to your waist, where he helped with guiding your languid movements. You moved your hips like an expert, riding him as if youâd never have the chance to again.
With the rain pattering against the window and a sliver of moonlight filtering through the room, it was almost like a scene from an erotic novel. The room carried the scent of sweat and sex and was filled with the noises that spilled from your lips non-stop. You didnât even know how much time had passed â but you knew it was late. You knew Leon had to be up in the morning. But you wanted to prolong this moment with him for as long as possible. Leon wanted to as well, as every time he got you close to your peak, he slowed down, dragging out your orgasm in a way that was almost painful, but you enjoyed every second of it.
You were growing tired, your legs beginning to shake as your rhythm became a bit off-kilter.
âLeonâŠâ You moaned, his name coming out so softly it almost wasnât audible. But Leon, ever so attentive, heard you loud and clear, and he knew what you were trying to tell him.
He flipped you over with ease, while he was still inside of you, spreading your legs further apart and starting up a steady pace. All you could do was grip the bed sheets, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he drilled into that spot that made you see stars. He wasnât aggressive or rough, but his thrusts were certainly hard-hitting and relentless, and you knew you only had a few minutes.
At some point, you closed your eyes as you tried to focus on your impending orgasm, feeling as if you were in a complete haze â but Leonâs voice pierced through your foggy mind.
âPlease look at me.â He said, his low voice sounding a bit strained and even a little desperate; who were you to deny him of what he wanted?
It took a momentous amount of effort, but eventually you were able to open your eyes and keep them open, looking up at him. Leon lowered himself a little, allowing you to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. The slightly different position made his thrusts feel even deeper, and you cried out into his neck, your fingers going into his shaggy blonde hair.
âKeep looking at me. Please.â He said softly, and so you did, maintaining eye contact with him the best you could as he continued to piston his hips into you. Suddenly, Leon was becoming blurry; you could feel the wetness on your face as tears began to fall. Leon often made you cry during sex â he was a fucking god in bed after all and usually made you feel so good that heâd leave you sobbing from the intense pleasure after multiple orgasms. And while that was definitely the reason you were crying now, you also knew that there was an underlying reason for your tears. Leon knew the other reason, too.
âYouâre close, arenât you?â He asked you sweetly, still keeping up his quick pace. All you could do was nod fervently, digging your nails into his back. He always loved when you did that.
âYeah? My sweetheart is gonna cum for me?â He urged, and the pet name that rolled off of his tongue only made matters worse.
âFuck, Leonâplease, give it to me.â You said, your voice trembling. You felt all of the telltale signs. There was a tight coil forming in your lower stomach, ready to pop like a balloon. Leon could sense this, could hear it in your voice and could feel it in the way your pussy was squeezing around his cock. He raised himself just a bit, lowering his hand down between your legs, using his thumb to rub your clit in circular motions while he continued thrusting.
Leonâs name emerged from your throat so loudly that you even drowned out the rain. Your eyes squeezed shut, your back rising off the bed in a beautiful arch, your climax hitting you in waves. You felt like you were in heaven, the tears falling even more freely from your eyes now. Leon just ogled at you like you were a work of art. In his mind, you were.
He was also close, and mere seconds after your orgasm his own came crashing down on him too. With a few more sloppy thrusts he found himself stilling inside of you, his release filling you to the brim. The feeling of being so full of him was one that you would never grow tired of.
Eventually, you came down from your peak, your limbs feeling like heavyweights. All you could do was lay there and cry some more, letting every single emotion overtake you completely, your sobs shaking your entire body. Leon was comforting you in an instant, pulling out gently and lying next to you, allowing you to bury your head into his chest. The two of you laid like that for several minutes, with Leon cradling your head and rubbing your back.
You did calm down after some time passed, and thatâs when Leon tried to get up, but you clung to him again.
âPlease donât go.â You said, your voice small and hoarse. âDonât go, Leon, please.â
âI just wanna clean you up, okay?â Leon replied, wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. You didnât even care that his cum was leaking out of you and making your thighs a mess â you just wanted him to stay by your side. But you knew he was just trying to take care of you, so you reluctantly released him.
Leon kissed your cheek before getting off the bed and going to the bathroom. While you waited for him, you tried to keep your eyes open. You didnât want to sleep, because falling asleep meant that morning would come quicker, and truthfully you didnât want the morning to come at all. You knew it would be coming no matter what, though â but goddamn it, you tried to prolong it the best you could, even when your eyelids were growing heavier by the second.
Leon came back, now clothed in his boxers (that you didnât even notice he had thrown back on), a small washcloth in hand, and a glass of water that he set on the bedside table. He pushed your legs apart yet again and wiped you clean, touching you so gently as if you were some kind of porcelain doll. It only made your heart grow fonder. You were going to miss these moments of tenderness.
He made you sit up, just enough so you could drink the water that he had prepared for you. You took a small sip, to which Leon encouraged you to âdrink a bit more, sweetheart,â so you did, and when he was pleased, the glass returned to its spot on the bedside table, and shortly after he was crawling underneath the comforter with you.
The warmth of the comforter and Leonâs body next to yours made it even more difficult for you to stay awake. Leon saw you struggling, catching the way you would doze off and then immediately wake yourself back up.
âPlease, rest.â He muttered into your hair. You hugged him tighter.
âDo you have to go?â You asked him, even though you knew the answer.
âIâm sorry, sweetheart.â Was all Leon could say in response.
You felt a lonely tear roll down your cheek yet again. But you were far too exhausted to cry some more. Instead, you sat up, looking at Leon intently. He returned your direct eye contact, sitting up himself to lean against the headboard and match your height.
âPromise me,â You started, holding out your hand. Without hesitation, Leon held it, locking your fingers together and giving your hand a slight squeeze.
âPromise me youâll come back home.â You asked him, like you always did before he left for a mission. Every single time, he would give you the same answer.
âI promise.â He replied firmly. You knew deep down that asking Leon to make promises like this was unrealistic. He never fully understood what he was getting himself into until he arrived at the mission location â and you knew that despite his skills as a trained government agent, accidents always happened, and there was no way to know when things would go awry when heâs out in the middle of nowhere. But hearing him utter those two words before he left eased your worries just enough.
Trusting Leon was always easy.
âI love you.â You said softly, fitting back into Leonâs side perfectly, like you belonged there.
âI know, sweetheart. I know.â Leon replied, before tilting your chin up with two gentle fingers and kissing you with a fiery passion. You two lazily kissed each other until sleep started pulling you into its dark embrace. You didnât fight it this time, resting your head on Leonâs chest and drifting away to the sound of his steady heartbeat.
The next morning, the two of you shared one last breakfast. You mostly sat in comfortable silence. You asked a couple questions about the mission, but didnât get straight answers â it was confidential. You knew that already but always liked to ask questions anyway.
Right as Leon was about to walk out of your door, you stopped him. You took a few moments just to stare at him â he was as handsome as the day you fell in love with him.
You brushed some hair out of his face, kissing him slowly, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours for these last few minutes. When you pulled away, you were sporting a warm smile, feeling your eyes sting as tears threatened to spill. You kept them at bay.
âDonât you dareââ You paused, your trembling lips making it difficult to speak. When you collected yourself, breathing in and out, you continued.
âDonât you dare ruin this jacket. I love it on you.â You said, referring to the brown leather jacket that Leon had bought himself recently and was currently wearing. He had a tendency to ruin clothing items on his missions, and you hoped this one would survive.
Leon chuckled. The sound immediately filled you with warmth. You were going to miss that sound; God knows how long youâd have to go without hearing it everyday.
âCopy that.â Leon replied, a laugh bubbling out of your throat.
You shared one more embrace. The final hug was one the both of had trouble ending. But it had to come to an end eventually.
And then, Leon was gone. All that was left was a memory.
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy x you#resident evil x reader#leon kennedy imagine#resident evil smut#resident evil 4 remake#resident evil 4#re4 leon
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don't wanna scrape you off the pavement (i can't be your savior) - jack hughes
pairing: jack hughes x original female character (reckless driving au)
warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, hopeful ending (bc its me), possibly inaccurate dynamics of the 2020 - 2024 umich hockey squads but i tried, some biphobia (not from any main characters), an awful lot of talking about michigan for someone whoâs never been there (the college or the state)
inspired by + title: "reckless driving" by lizzy mcalpine and ben kessler
word count: 23.7k
author's note: after about 7 months in the making, itâs Finally here lol. this piece means a lot to me, and not only because it took so long. a labor of love, if you will. i'm very proud of it, so i sincerely hope you all enjoy it as much as i loved writing it! please do let me know your thoughts <3 takes place the summer of 2024
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day one - amelie
Amelie Fishel has a love-hate relationship with the state of Michigan.Â
She loves it enough that she stayed in the state she was born and raised in for college. But even she knew she wouldâve been an idiot if she denied the offer four years ago when University of Michigan offered her an academic scholarship that ended up covering her full tuition. She enjoyed her time at college enough, making a smattering of friends that she really does want to keep in contact with for the rest of her life and developing a solid foundation academically with various experiences that will hopefully help her out to get her dream job, which is on the horizon.
Itâs a dream job because it falls in line with what she enjoys doing. But itâs also a dream job because itâs taking her the fuck out of this state. Thatâs the only request sheâs had when trying to close in on an NHL photographer offer â it can be in any state except for Michigan.Â
But despite her feeling that sheâs outgrown this state, sheâs sticking around for one more summer. One more summer of no internships or responsibilities before she has to be a working adult for the rest of her life. A few more months to enjoy the few perks this state does have before getting to leave.
Currently, sheâs sitting in the backyard of her grandparentsâ new lakehouse. Itâs admittedly beautiful and in a wonderful location that offers the tranquility that theyâve been searching for. The lake in their backyard glistens under the sun and the sunsets are stunning.Â
Itâs a hot day in mid-July and she spent her first full day catching up with her grandparents in the backyard. After she had graduated, she splurged on a trip to Europe with some friends that definitely made a dent in her bank account. When she voiced getting a job for the summer, her parents and grandparents immediately said no. Enjoy the summer, they said.Â
After dinner, when the sunâs rays are barely peeking out, she volunteers to walk Susie, her grandparentsâ golden retriever that is far too energetic for Amelieâs liking. Amelie grabs the leash, beckons Susie over, and theyâre on their way to a walk around the neighborhood.Â
She forgoes her Airpods for whatever reason and shoves both her hands in her sweatshirt, walking leisurely behind Susie. Sheâs so lost in her own head that she almost misses the sound of her own name.Â
âAmelie?â
She blinks, stopping at the end of someoneâs driveway. Susie trots happily to the guy whoâs holding his hand out to pet her. âLuke?â
âYeah,â Luke clears his throat and bends down slightly to pet Susie, who is loving the attention. âHey buddy. Whatâs your name?â
âThis is Susie.â
Luke chuckles as Susieâs tail wags crazily. âHey girly. What a cutie.â
Amelie gently tugs the leash. âEasy, Suz. We donât wanna kill him.â
She watches for a few seconds as Luke keeps petting her. Yankees hat atop his head and wearing a white t-shirt and swim trunks, itâs been over a year since Amelieâs seen Luke Hughes. The last time she saw him was after the devastating loss against Quinnipiac at the Frozen Four. He had jetted out to Boston that night, but not without giving Amelie an unexpected but genuine hug goodbye.Â
As a photographer for the Michigan Athletic Department during her entire college career, she became at friendly with many athletes, especially the guys on the menâs hockey team, since her boss put her on assignment with them a good amount. But she hadnât expected Luke to remember her or recognize her.
âYou live around here?â Luke asks, standing back up as Susie calms down.
âMy grandparents just bought a place a few houses down and I just got here. You live here?â
âKinda,â he gestures to the house behind him. âMy brothers bought this place a few years back.â
âSmall world,â she remarks.Â
He nods with a small smile. âIt sure is.âÂ
âWhoâs your friend, Moose?â
She turns her head to the open garage to see a shorter, tanner version of Luke. This guy is wearing a black t-shirt with sweatpants, his hair less curlier than Lukeâs. He must be one of his brothers, and even if Luke didnât just tell her it was his brothersâ place, she wouldâve put it together. They both have the same half-smile.Â
Heâs also beautiful. Almost annoyingly so.
(If her sisters were here, theyâd immediately point out that Jack is exactly her type. Well, Charlotte would point out that he smiles similarly to Cooper and Colette would immediately scold Charlotte.)
The guy walks over and Susie gets excited at a new presence. He also bends down to pet her. âThis is Amelie,â Luke says. âShe photographed a lot of the games back at Michigan.â He turns back to Amelie. âDid you just graduate? Or do you have one year left?â
âI just graduated.â
âCongratulations,â the guy stands up and sticks out his hand. âIâm Jack. Lukeâs brother. Well, one of them.â
She shakes his hand with a polite smile. âItâs nice to meet you, Jack. And thank you.â
âYou said youâre gonna be here for the summer?â Luke asks.Â
âMost of it, yeah.â
âWhere do you live?â Jack asks.
âMy grandparents are a few houses down. 118.â
Jack perks up. âStanley and Ruth are your grandparents?â
âYeah,â she narrows her eyes. âHow do you know them?â
âThey ran into our parents golfing last week. And Iâve waved at them a few times driving down the street.â
âThat sounds about right,â she chuckles. âThey love their golf and they love sitting on the front porch.â
Luke straightens up, and with Amelieâs previous interactions with him, that means that heâs about to suggest either a great or horrendous idea. âYou should come over for dinner this week. You and your grandparents. Our parents are still here for a few days and weâre going a bit stir-crazy with each other, I think.â
So itâs a horrendous idea this time. She immediately tries to deny the offer politely. âOh no, thatâs okay. I wouldnât wanna intrude your-â
âWeâd love to have you. And your grandparents,â Jack says with an air of finality. âAnd I know our parents would say the same. Theyâre sick of also just having us around.â
âI still have your number from when you used to send me pictures after games,â Luke says. âIâll text you details and weâll find a time that works?â
âOkay,â she says after a few seconds. As if Susie understands, she barks.Â
Jack gives her one last pet with a grin. âThis flooferâs welcome as well.â
After one last smile, she and Susie are on their way as the brothers head back into the house. Once theyâre out of earshot, she sighs.Â
She has no idea how she feels about this.Â
day three - jackÂ
Jack Hughes is convinced heâs going insane.
Well, thatâs not exactly true. Heâs perfectly fine, great, even. Recovery is going well. Heâs back with his family in one of his favorite places in the world. Even in July, the season still seems so far away. Some days he itches to get back to The Rock in front of the fans. But most of the time, heâs enjoying his off-season rehab and training, being on the water and being on the golf course.Â
But Amelie â which first of all, an incredibly beautiful name â and her just as beautiful dog Susie have been at the back of his mind for two days straight now. Thatâs weird. Jack doesnât usually think about girls like this, especially girls heâs barely met.
All heâs gotten from Luke so far is that sheâs a year older than him, which makes her a year younger than Jack, she photographed a bunch of the Michigan games during Lukeâs two years there and sheâs a bit quieter than some of the social media teamâs counterparts Luke knows she worked with.Â
And sheâs so, so cute. But Luke didnât tell him that one.Â
A few hours before sheâs supposed to come over with her grandparents, Jackâs lounging on the boat, as Quinn, whoâs in the driver's seat, and Luke are talking aboutâŠsomething. But heâs deeply focused on his phone, trying to do what every Gen Z person does when they see someone cute. Find their Instagram. The fact that heâs held off for over 48 hours is already impressive.Â
He finds it relatively easily, as some of Lukeâs former teammates who Jack follows follow her, and Amelie isnât a common name. Sheâs private, but linked in her bio is her photography account, which is public. While thereâs no pictures of her on there, it proves to him that sheâs an insanely good photographer. Not just hockey, either. There are some beautiful shots of divers, gymnasts, soccer players, etc. You name the sport, it seems like Amelieâs photographed it.Â
âWhatcha lookinâ at?â Quinn asks.Â
Jack quickly locks his phone. âNothing.â
Luke, like the pest he is, narrows his eyes. âSure.â
âDonât make me push you into the water, Moose.â
An empty threat, Jack knows, but he starts leaning forward and Luke yelps. âQuinn!â
Quinn rolls his eyes, âYouâre both annoying. We gotta head back though. I wanna shower before dinner.â
Dinner. Right. Amelie. Coming into him and Quinnâs home. Great.Â
Something must change on his face, because a shit-eating grin grows on Lukeâs face. âOh. Thatâs what this is about.â
âWhat?â Jack feigns cluelessness.Â
âAmelieâs pretty, isnât she?â Luke says. Jack just shoves him and Quinn chuckles, catching up.Â
âIf you think sheâs pretty, why didnât you make your move first?â Jack retorts back. âYou had two years.â
Luke shrugs. âJust because sheâs pretty doesnât mean Iâm interested. Sheâs cool though. Way too cool for you.â
âIs that a challenge?â
Luke rolls his eyes, âFor once, no.â
âWas she friends with the guys?â Quinn asks. And Jackâs silently grateful that he doesnât have to be the one to dig for more information.
âI donât know if I would say friends, but definitely very friendly with everyone,â Luke says. âI think she was a TA in one of Rut and Adamâs classes or something. She seemed to get along with them the best. And I feel like she had a soft spot for Eddy, for some reason. I think itâs that thing where we just all are around each other all the time and the more we saw of her at the rink, the more we got to know her.â
Huh. Interesting. He doesnât know anything about Rutger McGroarty except that he went to the program a few years after Jack did and was drafted to the Jets. Ethan Edwards is one of Lukeâs closest friends from Michigan and could be signing with the Devils organization this upcoming season, and Jack likes him. Adam Fantilli trains with the guys in the summer so Jackâs gotten to know him decently well. That one might say the most.Â
Luke gives him a pointed look. âIâm serious. Donât mess with her. Sheâs too nice for that. And she can put you in your place.â
And Jackâs downright offended that Luke would even insinuate something like that. But as Quinn guides them home, he thinks. Lukeâs never given an opinion on any girl Jackâs dated or had a thing with. Heâs spoken maybe three sentences to Amelie, didnât even directly express his interest and Luke is already all up in his ass.Â
He hears when Amelie arrives hours later, Susie barking and the sounds of Stanley and Ruth talking with his parents. He tries to be nonchalant as they all come out into the backyard, when he sees her conversing with Luke, instead making himself busy by introducing himself to Stanley and Ruth.Â
But her pink linen pants match her headband and her smile is dripping with gold and Jack is going insane.Â
They have dinner outside surrounded by the sound of the rippling lake, the view of a cotton-candy sunset, the feel of light breeze and the warmth of easy laughter. Jack sneaks a few small pieces of chicken to Susie and Amelie catches him, glaring at him from across the table. Jack just smirks as she rolls her eyes, chomping away at her corn and tuning into whatever conversation is going on.Â
His parents ask about her background and her time at Michigan and he canât help but smile when she talks about her double degree â communications and design â and how going to an activities fair turned into working as a photographer for the athletics department. She talks about her first time photographing a hockey game and how hockey is the fastest and in a way, hardest sport sheâs ever photographed. But itâs become her favorite. That puts a smile on the faces of the entire Hughes family.Â
She gets asked what her plans are post-grad, and she just breezes through it casually, saying that sheâs been talking to US Soccer and the NHL but nothing finalized yet. She says it so casually that Jackâs almost in awe.Â
Jack never believed in love at first sight, and still doesnât, thank you very much, but the sound of Amelieâs laughter has him feeling so nervous and stupid and ridiculous.Â
Whatever. Heâll unpack this later.
day six - amelie
Amelieâs cameras and her camera equipment are her babies, which, duh, considering her passion and career. Which means sheâs very excited to take out the vintage 35 MM film camera she got for a graduation gift from her parents.Â
After lunch, she takes one of the many outdoor chairs her grandparents have, plopping herself decently close to the lake to fiddle with some of the settings. She has her trusted DSLR camera next to her as well, the sounds of the birds and a Michigan summer her soundtrack. One of her neighbors must be playing the guitar outside and Amelie finds herself at peace.Â
The peace is slowly shattered as she hears a motor coming from the lake. She rolls her eyes to herself. Fucking boats and boatowners who think theyâre the shit.Â
She does point her camera towards the boat though. Itâs a cool shot.Â
She doesnât realize itâs slowing down until it practically stops. She squints and sees someone waving their hand maniacally. She tentatively walks a bit towards the lake.Â
âLuke?âÂ
He nods enthusiastically and Amelie kinda finds it endearing. She quickly takes note of Quinn at the helm and sees Jackâs head popping up from behind Quinn. The boat slows to a stop and she comes to the edge of the lake.Â
âMorning. Or afternoon, I guess.â
âHey,â Jack says with a friendly smile. âWhat are you up to?â
She holds her camera. âTesting this out. I actually just got a pretty cool shot of the boat.â
âIs that a special kind of camera?â Quinn asks.Â
She nods. âMmhmm. Itâs a vintage 35 millimeter film camera, which is the exact opposite of what you want when photographing any sport. What are you guys up to today?â
Luke shrugs. âThe usual. Probably gonna be on the boat for a few hours.â He lights up. âDo you wanna come on?â
She opens her mouth to say something but Jack pushes on before she can get a word out. âYeah, come on!â
âIf you donât already have plans, that is,â Quinn adds.Â
She closes her mouth and thinks. She doesnât have plans today and hasnât ever been on a boat. Plus, even though she partially chose to spend time out here to reflect on herself and be by herself, she knows itâs good for her to be talking with people that arenât her grandparents. And, theyâve been nothing but nice to her so far.Â
âOn a few conditions.â
Jack tilts his head. âWhich are?â
âI donât have to get in the water and I get to bring my cameras.â
âDeal,â Jack says quickly.Â
Amelie gives a close-lipped smile. âGive me two minutes.â She sets her cameras down carefully by the chair side and jogs back into the house. She grabs her favorite Michigan crewneck in case it gets cold and grabs her tote bag which has sunscreen, sunglasses, her keys and wallet. When she comes back out, the boat is docked as close to the edge as possible. Without hesitation, Amelie takes off her flip-flops, wades into the water and hands Luke her bag and cameras carefully before Jack pulls her up into the boat.Â
She wobbles a bit and Jackâs hands hover behind her back in case she falls. âYou ever been on a boat?â
âNot in awhile,â she says, settling down in a seat next to Luke. âI prefer having my feet on the ground.â
Lukeâs eyebrows furrow. âYou can swim, right?â
âWhat?â Amelie jokes quietly. âAre you planning on pushing me in?â
âNo one is getting pushed in,â Quinn assures, sending a light glare at his two brothers as he starts steering them deeper into the lake. âEspecially with those expensive cameras on board.â
âAre you really the one responsible for every photo of Luke playing hockey taken at Michigan?â Jack asks.Â
She blinks, absolutely taken aback. âNot every photo, Iâd say.â
âDefinitely a good amount though,â Luke says. âI feel like you were always at every game.â
She shrugs, âWell, my boss started putting me on hockey more because Iâm pretty sure I was the only one who could do it well.â
âOh yeah?â
âHey, itâs a tough sport to photograph. Itâs fast and unpredictable and you have to have a sense of where the puck is going before it gets there.â
Amelie internally cringes at that last part. She sounds like a coach.Â
âDid you like hockey before?â Quinn asks.
âNot really, to be honest. The first game I ever watched was at Michigan when I was shadowing.â
âYou mustâve figured out pretty quickly where the puck will go, then, if you didnât know much about hockey before,â Jack says with something like respect in his eyes.
Amelie smiles. âI guess.â
Quinn nods to the film camera that Amelie had picked up the second she got on the boat. âCan we see the picture you took of the boat?â
âI wish. Iâm gonna get the film developed at the end of the summer and thatâll take a few weeks.â Quinn hums in understanding. She takes out her regular camera and pops off the lens cap, shoving it in her back. Lukeâs eyes light up in recognition and she canât help but chuckle. âYou recognize this one?â
âHow could I not?â
She points it at three of them. âSmile. All of you.â She snaps a couple before putting down her camera and playfully glaring at them. âGeez. At least act like you guys like each other.â She looks quickly at the photo with a satisfied nod, before turning her camera towards the brothers so they can see.Â
They continue chatting, talking about various things from Michigan (the state and the school) to one of their cousins who just got engaged to where Amelieâs parents are (they also live in Michigan, though further south, but are currently visiting family in France that Amelie had seen last year when she studied abroad in France) to the upcoming season. Amelie mostly keeps quiet on that front, because she doesnât need to let them know that she got a call yesterday with news that the NHL is closing in on a job offer that will determine where she spends the next few years.
The thought that she could be seeing these three multiple times throughout the season when sheâs currently on their boat right now is just downright weird. She just met Quinn and Jack six days ago. She hasnât seen Luke in two years.Â
This whole thing is just weird.Â
But whenever she feels too much in her own head, she just picks up her camera and points it at one of them or out at the lake, fiddling with lighting and focus settings. Sometimes she forgets that photography isnât just going to be her career and that she can love it differently with no pressure and in a different light, no pun intended.Â
With time, she gets more comfortable, sunglasses perched on her nose, chin tucked on her knees and laughter flowing out lighter and easier. Itâs easier to pick up her camera when they start taking turns wakesurfing, her eyes widening when Jack jokingly tries to drag her out, and sheâs either semi-impressed at their ability to make it look easy or laughing her ass off when they flail and fall.Â
As sheâs shutting off her camera â contrary to popular belief, she does need to put it away after a certain amount of time â Jack plops down next to her. Quinn and Luke are entranced in their own conversation towards the front.Â
Jack runs a hand through his damp hair, âDo you mind handing me my shirt next to you?â
She hands it over with a weary look. âItâs boiling out.â
âOh, so you want me to keep my shirt off.â
The smirk on his face has Amelie rolling her eyes. Boys. âYouâre gonna wanna take it off again in like, 5 minutes. I just think youâre being dumb.â
Jack puts a hand over his heart in mock offense. âOuch. That might be the harshest thing youâve ever said to me.â
âI met you six days ago.â
âAnd my point still stands.â She scrunches her nose a bit when Jack shakes out his hair and some water droplets land on her. He just smiles that half-smile that sheâs not sure if she likes or hates. âAre you sure you donât wanna get in the water?â
âIâm not wearing a bathing suit. And even then, Iâm not a huge fan of being in the water.â
âWell, then, what are you a huge fan of? Besides being behind the camera.â
She tilts her head so that itâs leaning against her seat, turning to face him completely. âI used to dance competitively and continued dancing a bit in college. I read a lot. At school, I used to love just camping out at a cafe for hours for the vibes.â She shrugs. âNothing much else though.â
He nods, before looking at the cameras in her bag. âWhy photography?â
She smiles, like she always does when talking about photography. âTaking photos is really cool, I think, because youâre the middle man. You frame the story. And if you frame it well, people will look at the photo and know exactly whatâs going on. With sports, itâs all about the timing and the moment. You can write an article describing a game with quotes from the players or whatever, and no disrespect to that. I have a good amount of friends who are journalists. But photo is different, because you can see it, you know?â
Jack nods. âI think I get what you mean. You got a boyfriend waiting for you somewhere? Or a significant other?â
Her eyes widen and a sharp laugh erupts out of her. Thatâs random. âWhat?â
Jack just shrugs like he didnât just completely throw her off. âItâs a valid question, no? Donât wanna assume or give off an unwanted vibe if weâre gonna be hanging out all summer.â
âWell, uh, no. No boyfriend or partner of any sort like that.â
âReally?â
âI donât know why that surprises you.â
âBecause youâre pretty. Nice. Talented, clearly. Surely the guys and gals and pals at Michigan arenât stupid enough to turn you down.â
She bypasses all the compliments because thatâs too much to think about right now, instead focusing on the latter half of his sentence. She wraps her arms around her legs to clasp her fingers together. âI dated a girl for a bit freshman year. Nothing happened. It just fizzled out. Weâre still decent friends. And then I dated this guy for about a year. But that fell to shit pretty extraordinarily.â
âMost of them do, donât they?â
Amelie unintentionally chuckles. âOh yeah? And what about you? Howâs your love life looking?â
Jack looks out into the distance, breaking eye contact for the first time this whole conversation. âWas in a relationship around two years ago. It didnât work out because of distance. Nothing much since then.â
Amelie highly doubts that, but she keeps her mouth shut, leaving it alone. âFair enough.
âSo why Michigan? Anything in particular draw you in?â
âWell, I think Michigan is on anyoneâs radar who grew up in this state,â she twists her ring around. âAnd then, uh, when I got offered a full ride, I knew I wouldâve been an idiot to turn that down.â
His eyebrows shoot up his forehead. âA full ride? You serious?â
âYeah. Academic scholarship.â
He lets out a low whistle. âJesus. Youâre smart smart. Even I know full academic scholarships arenât given out easily.â Amelie ducks her chin down. She can feel herself blushing and she hates it. âWas it your first choice? Going to Michigan?â
âNo,â she admits softly. And she knows sheâs talking to someone who may not have gone there, but who might as well have. He might love the college more than she does and sheâs the one who actually is an alum. âNYU was my top choice. And I got accepted, but I couldnât afford it.â
He nods, and then Quinn asks Jack to take over so he can go on the water and the moment passes. She does move closer to the front partially so sheâs under the sun again, mostly so she can be closer to everyone. Luke tosses her a bottle of water and she chugs a good half of it, shooting him a thankful smile.
Amelieâs missed this, to be honest. Despite deeply cherishing her alone time, sheâs always enjoyed being around a small group of people, observing them and their dynamics to evaluate what kind of people they are. It reminds her of when she used to tag along with her two older sisters and their friends.Â
And these three are easy-going. They donât allow Amelie to get in her head because theyâre always talking about something and asking for her two cents. In Amelieâs 22 years of life, sheâs become quick to notice if people are being nice to be nice or being nice to be kind.Â
The Hughes brothers are being nice to be kind. And Amelie hates herself a bit for thinking it would be the other.Â
She sits back and relishes in their company.
day seven - jack
Jackâs had a great day.Â
Practice this morning went well, he beat Quinn at ping pong (though thatâs not hard to do) and the three brothers have confirmed whoâs coming to the lakehouse in a few days after theyâre back from their mini trip to visit their grandma for her 90th. Thereâs gonna be quite a few of the guys and Jackâs pumped. He always likes combining different groups of friends.Â
After dinner, heâs feeling a bit restless, so he decides to go out on a drive. Maybe heâll grab some ice cream, though if he comes back with ice cream and none for Luke or Quinn, theyâre gonna bitch about it. He puts on his summer playlist, which is filled with country, and rolls down the windows before backing out.Â
Heâs probably driving too fast for whatâs acceptable in a residential neighborhood, so itâs at the last moment does he stop when he recognizes Amelie in front of her grandparentsâ place walking Susie. He slows down, and she looks behind her as he rolls up.Â
He leans his head out of his window just as he hears her say, âHey Char, Iâll call you tomorrow, okay? Yeah. Bye. Love you.â She takes her phone away from her ear and shoots him a small smile. âHey Jack.â
âHi. Was that one of your sisters?â
âYeah, that was Char. Or Charlotte I guess. The middle one.â
Susie paws up to the window and he scratches her head. âHey cutie. Youâre such a good girl, arenât you?â
âSheâs been off the rails the whole day, so she actually hasnât been.â Amelie says dryly, making him snort.Â
âYou up to anything right now?â
She narrows her eyes. âWhy?â
He nods to his car, âGet in.â
âYou sure?â
âOf course.â
âGimme a second to let Susie back in. Pull into the driveway.â Jack obeys, idling the engine and unlocking the doors as he waits for Amelie to come back.Â
While heâs waiting, he thinks back to yesterday, being on the boat for hours with Amelie, learning more about her. Jackâs been told that he can be pretty excitable and eager, which is probably how he has acquired so many friends throughout his life. But, despite what a lot of people may think, he isnât that stupid. Heâs been around Amelie the last week enough to know that sheâs a tougher nut to crack. And he knows thereâs more to her than what sheâs shown so far.Â
So heâll take every chance, every moment, to get to know her better. Because September will come around sooner than he thinks. It always does.
She comes back out and climbs into the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt as he backs out of the driveway. Sheâs thrown on a Michigan Hockey sweatshirt over herself, settling her small bag on her lap. âYouâre not gonna kidnap me and bury me in the woods, are you?â She asks.Â
Jack turns down his music with a chuckle. âNo. I donât have the brainpower for that. Have you eaten?â
âYeah.âÂ
He nods, starting to navigate them towards his favorite ice cream place around here. âWhereâd you get the sweatshirt?â
She looks down at herself, as if she didnât realize what she threw on. âOh. I donât remember, to be honest. Either it was given to me or one of the guys let me borrow it and I never gave it back.â
âLuke mentioned you were a TA in some of the guysâ classes?â
She leans back in the seat, leaning her head on the seatbelt so that sheâs facing him. âYeah. I was a TA my junior year for one of Adam, Rutger and Gavinâs classes. Senior year Luca and Nick, who I think came in after Luke left so you might not know him, took the class.â
âWere they good students?â
Amelie snorts. âGood enough. Though one time Rut tried to bribe me into extending an assignment since they had a big game away that weekend â I think it was Ohio State. I also had to go on that trip and I had to grade all of their stuff plus deal with my own classes, so I told him, in polite words, to fuck off and submit his fucking paper on time.â
Jack laughs. He can picture it in his head, Rutger with his good looks and childish smile turning on the charm to 100 to a skeptical Amelie, bored but amused eyes as she watches him plead his side. Maybe sheâs wearing a headband. Maybe sheâs not.Â
(Sheâs wearing one right now. A tiny white one that youâd miss if you werenât looking)Â
âThose boysâŠwere they good?â
âYouâre the hockey player. Shouldnât you know?â
âNo. I mean, like, were they good to you? Nice to you? Because if they were dickheadsâŠâ
âNo!â Amelie is quick to assure him. âThey were great. Honestly. During my entire four years working with the team, I never really had a problem with any of the guys. And I canât say that about every team I had to photograph.â
âOh?â Jack sneaks a look over to her as sheâs looking at her hands.Â
âYeah.â
Jack wants to dig, but he doesnât. He just doesnât like the idea that people could be outwardly rude to Amelie when sheâs just doing her job. He doesnât like the idea that people could be outwardly rude to Amelie at all.Â
They climb out of the car and he locks it with a click as they walk side by side to the counter to order. He smiles to himself as he lags behind a few steps, watching her bounce on her toes to try and see the flavor options.Â
His attention is brought back into the moment as he feels Amelie tug the sleeve of his sweatshirt. âIs the Chocolate Delight good?â
âThatâs Quinnâs favorite. Itâs super chocolatey.â
âPerfect.â They both step up to the window. Jack orders himself a small Strawberry Cheesecake in a cup. Amelie orders a small Chocolate Delight in a cup and before the girl at the window can even finish listing out the total price, Jack practically shoves his credit card into her hand.Â
Amelie gives him a scathing look. âJack. Come on. You didnât even give me a chance.â
âPrecisely.â Her glare stays on her face. âItâs not a big deal. My treat for kidnapping you on our boat yesterday and kidnapping you tonight.â
âSo you are kidnapping me,â she says, referring to her earlier comment. She relaxes and Jack calls it a win as theyâre given their ice creams. They snag a high-top table thatâs a bit away from the other crowded tables. He watches as she digs in, a small satisfied smile on her face, turning sideways to look at the sunset.
Heâs not the photographer, but he wishes he could take a picture of her right now.Â
They eat their ice cream in relatively comfortable silence, and he feels satisfied when he plays with her foot under the table and it causes her to chuckle. She does kick him back hard enough to make him flinch though.
20 minutes later, theyâre sitting in the back of Jackâs car at a lake lookout catching the last streaks of the sunset when he pipes up. âColette. Charlotte. Amelie. Very French.â
âWell, thatâs what happens when your mother is French.â
âWhat do they do?â
âColâs doing some cool stuff with fashion merchandising in New York. Just got engaged and getting married sometime next year. Charâs at Stanford getting her PhD inâŠsomething that involves physics and is over my head.âÂ
Jack chuckles. âI feel that. My sisterâs doing her residency at NYU and no matter how hard I want to understand, when she gets on her tangents, I can never follow.â
Amelieâs eyebrows furrow. âSister?â
âOh, well, not actually. Itâs Clementine. One of us mustâve mentioned her yesterday,â Jack says. âSheâs not my sister by blood, but our parents have been best friends since forever and we all grew up together, so she might as well be. Went to UCLA and then, also Stanford, actually. So for eight years, I didnât really get to see her that often.â Jack digs out his phone and flickers through his photos before clicking on the one his mom took of him, Quinn, Luke and Clementine in New Hampshire earlier in the summer.
âSheâs pretty,â Amelie remarks softly.Â
Jack smiles. âI donât think Iâd be the same if I didnât have her growing up. We actually live together in Jersey now. Me, her and Luke. Itâs a fun time, even if she pretends itâs not.â
âSheâs doing her residency, you said?â
âYeah,â he takes his phone back. âThis I do know. Combined residency with pediatrics and the ER. Just finished her first year out of five.â
Amelie whistles. âGood for her. So sheâll be in New York and Jersey for the near future?â
âYup,â Jackâs smile seems to always be permanent on his face when talking about Clementine. âThough now sheâs dating Hisch so thatâs a whole thing.â
âSheâs dating your captain?â Amelie chuckles, eyebrows raised in amusement. âI sure hope you like him.â
âI love Nico,â he defends himself. âI was rooting for them to get together. They were tiptoeing around each other all of last season. But now that theyâre actually dating I just like being a bitch about it to give them a hard time.â
Amelie shoves her hands in her sweatshirt. âThatâs what siblings do.â
âI canât imagine you being a bitch to your sistersâ significant others theyâve brought home.â
She shrugs, âI donât think I am. Iâve been told I can be a bit closed-off when you first meet me though.â
âHey. Nothing wrong with taking time to feel people out.âÂ
âSome people donât have the patience for that, though.â
âFor what?â
âI donât know. A lot of people just assume people who arenât outwardly charismatic arenât worth their time.â
Jack blinks, thinking about her words over and over again like a broken record. âWell, then theyâre missing out.â
She looks at him and heâs momentarily distracted by the way her white headband creates a sort of halo around her. She lets out a small smile. Jack wants to frame it and put it on the wall of his room back in Jersey. She chuckles, and Jack feels defensive all of a sudden.
âWhat?â He asks, trying not to sound indignant.Â
âNothing, itâs justâŠI donât know. Thatâs such an interesting thing coming from someone who I imagine is exactly just that.â
âJust what?â Heâs not doing a great job today at keeping track of where a conversation goes.Â
She huffs. âOutwardly charismatic. Youâre telling me youâre not?â
Jackâs hands suddenly start to sweat. âI mean, I guess. But that doesnât come easy to everyone. I still donât think it comes easy to me. Iâve just been forced to be okay at it because of what I do.â
She starts swatting at bugs so they hop out of the trunk and start driving back. She doesnât miss a beat in their conversation. âThatâs another reason why I love photography. No one expects anything out of me or pays attention to me.â
Jack canât help but laugh, thinking back to his rookie year and all the damn expectations that were placed on him that he didnât surpass. Itâs water under the bridge now, but he would be lying if he said that he doesnât think about it once in awhile, especially when the draft bust comments come back after a stretch of bad games.Â
âI donât know what thatâs like, having no one expect anything out of me,â he admits, carefully pulling out on the main road.Â
âDo you like that? Having a chip on your shoulder?â
âYeah, in a way. Definitely lights a fire under your ass and motivates you. But, I donât know, it can get to be a lot, I guess. But Iâm used to it. People have been expecting things out of me since I was 16. Younger, even.â
Amelie hums, adjusting her headband. âMust be a lonely place to be at times.â
âWhere?â
âThe top.âÂ
Jack mulls over her words in his brain. Once. Twice. A third time. He clears his throat. âIâve never thought about it like that.âÂ
When heâs about to sleep that night, he replays their conversations in his head until he finally drifts off.Â
day twelve - amelie
Amelieâs a bit glad to have had a few days away from Jack â from any of the Hughes brothers â as they went on a mini trip to Canton to celebrate their grandmotherâs birthday. Sheâs been filling her time by taking walks with Susie, tagging along to help Ruth with groceries and humoring Stanley when he wants to go sit at his favorite diner for hours to talk. Retirementâs pretty nice, Amelie thinks, but even sheâs starting to get a bit restless.Â
So when she gets a text from Jack after finishing her morning coffee â she forgets when they exchanged numbers or if they ever even did. Luke couldâve given it to him â sheâs actually excited.
Weird. Whenâs the last time Amelie has felt excited to get a text?
Jack Hughes
amelie my amelieÂ
we just got back last night
and a bunch of your boys are here for a few daysÂ
you should come by and say hi
Amelie furrows her eyebrows as she responds.Â
Amelie FishelÂ
my boys?
Jack Hughes
beniers, briss, blankenburg, fants, brindley and eddyÂ
i might be leaving someone out but you get itÂ
Amelie blinks. She hasnât heard some of those names in years. And theyâre just all over the house right now?Â
Hockey players are weird. Their friendships and circles and how they overlap are even weirder.Â
Amelie FishelÂ
thatâs a lotta boysÂ
Jack HughesÂ
yeah and thatâs not even all of themÂ
luke mentioned that youâre nearby and theyâre kinda harping on me to get you to come overÂ
i also just wanna see youÂ
âYou should go,â Amelie jumps out of her seat. Luckily, Ruth isnât directly behind her. She doesnât particularly want to be nursing her grandmaâs injuries.Â
âDonât eavesdrop on my conversations, Grandma.â
âYou should go,â Ruth repeats. âThose boys were sweet and polite over dinner. And you know their friends?â
âYeah. Photographed quite a few of them at college throughout the years.â
âThen you should go.â
âArenât we about to go to lunch with some of your friends?â
Ruth tuts. âTheyâd perfectly understand you ditching us old gossips to hang out with your friends.â
âIâm going to lunch with you. I havenât seen them in awhile either and I like your friends,â Amelie says firmly. One look from Ruth and Amelie relents. âIâll go see the guys after dinner. If they even want me.â
Amelie FishelÂ
wonât be around until after dinner
dunno if that changes your invite
Jack HughesÂ
see you after dinner đ«Ą
iâll try to hold off your fan club in the meantimeÂ
(As Amelie goes upstairs to change, Ruth chuckles to herself. She remembers the middle Hughes brother unable to keep his eyes off Amelie at dinner that night.)
After dinner comes, and she shuffles through her dressers before reminding herself that it doesnât matter what she wears. She throws on her favorite pair of jean shorts and tosses on a Stanford sweatshirt she stole from Charlotte ages ago. She grabs her tote bag, kisses her grandparents goodbye and pats Susie on the head before walking out the door.Â
As she approaches the Hughes home, she rolls her eyes at all the cars parked in their driveway and lining down the street. Exactly how many people are here?Â
She hears voices coming from the back and decides to forgo the front door and paddles over through their side yard into the back. Amelie pauses at the sight, taking in what must be at least ten people by the firepit. She tries to be discreet, figuring out where or who she should head to first. But a voice calling out loudly stops her.Â
âMimi!â Before she knows it, Adam Fantilli crashes into her body. She grunts into his chest as he lifts her up.Â
âCall me that one more time and you wonât have a season to get back to in Columbus.â
Gavin chuckles from behind Adam, before reaching out for his much tamer hug. Good. âNice to know some things donât change.â
She huffs, but her heart does feel lighter. âI saw you, like, three months ago, Brinds. No one changes that much in three months.â She lets the two boys each swing an arm around her shoulders and gets smushed in the middle, both simultaneously talking her ear off. Sheâs not really catching what they say, and she thinks they donât actually care, but itâs nice to be around them again. Really nice. Familiar.Â
Sheâs led to the fire, and feels her smile grow as Nick Blankenburg, Brendan Brisson and Matty Beniers all bounce over and give her enthusiastic hugs and greetings. God, itâs been so long since sheâs seen them. Even though she was younger and more naive when photographing them her freshman year, they were on her first roster. And thereâs always something special about the first one.
âThe fact that you decided to stick around the boys for four years says a lot,â Nick says with a smile. âDid you like them as much as the guys during your first year though?â
âYou never forget your first!â Matty chimes in and Brendan throws his head back in laughter. Amelieâs sick of them already, rolling her eyes as she greets Luke with a tight side hug.Â
She beams at Ethan, whose smile is just as big. âHi Eddy.â
âHey Ami,â She lets out a laugh as the smiley Canadian smothers her in a hug. âI didnât think Iâd be seeing you so soon. Iâve missed you.â
âMe neither,â she mumbles into his chest before pulling away. âMissed you too.â
âWell, we obviously know who the favorite is.â Someone pipes in and her eyes track toward the voice. This guy definitely didnât go to Michigan, but has one of the most contagious smiles sheâs ever seen. âIâm Trevor. Friend of Jackâs. Iâve heard a lot about you.â
Ah, yes. She remembers Jack mentioning him a few times. âNice to meet you, Trevor.â She turns to the last person she doesnât know. Dark brown, curly hair and pouty lips. âYou must be Alex.â
Alexâs eyebrows shoot up and Amelie kinda likes that he doesnât hide his surprise. âYeah. Jack talk about me too?â
âYeah. Mostly Ellen though. Said that youâre the favorite.â Alex grins as Trevor howls in laughter.Â
âHe is,â Jack grumbles from behind her. âEven to this day, Itâs quite annoying.â Jack shoots her a quick smile and Amelie smiles back before thanking Quinn quietly as he passes her a cider.Â
She looks around to see that all of the guys have beer in their hands. She had mentioned off the cuff on the boat that she hates beer. Sheâs touched that they remembered. She takes a seat in one of the adirondack chairs, Jack on one side and Adam on her other.Â
âI saw Lukeâs story. How was golfing?â
âGood,â Quinn says.Â
âYou a golfer, Mimi?â
Again, Amelie glares at the young Blue Jacket. âI think Iâd rather do anything else.â
Brendan chuckles. âI recognize that glare. Iâve almost missed it.â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â Amelie says, sipping her drink and wrapping her arms around herself. Jack tosses the large blanket over both their legs and she nudges his foot with hers as a thank you.Â
The boys are loud and talk over each other and Amelie canât remember the last time sheâs rolled her eyes this much. She takes the bag of chips that Ethan passes her and finishes it off, much to Lukeâs dismay. And of course, true to herself, she takes out her camera to snap a few photos. As the sky darkens and fire blazes, Amelie feels warm, chiming in occasionally when she sees fit but mostly listening.Â
Amelieâs attention is pulled back to the present with Ethan asking her a question. âYou mentioned at the end of the season that you were looking at jobs with some different sports leagues.â She doesnât remember telling him that, but if thereâs anyone she would tell, it would be him. âDid any of that, you know, go anywhere?â
Amelie smiles. âIâm in the final stages of, uh, figuring out something with the NHL.â
Jackâs eyes widen. âNo US Soccer anymore?â
Amelie shrugs. âMaybe in the future. But no, not right now. Least not full-time.â
âWait,â Ethan pushes with wide, excited eyes. âAmi. Are you gonna be-â
âI donât wanna jinx it,â Amelie says with her hand up, but a smile peeks through. âItâs not a sure thing yet. Theyâre trying to figure out with what team or area of the country. Or thatâs what they told me.â
Cheers erupt and she kinda wants to hide her face behind her hands. Popcorn is thrown at her and she swats it away. She turns to look at Jack, who smiles and picks a kernel out of her hair.Â
Itâs a beautiful smile. She wishes she saw it more often, instead of the half smirk half smile he always does.Â
âAny chance youâd be in Jersey?â Luke asks as Ethan grins and Jack nudges her elbow.
âColumbus also works!â Adam calls out, high-fiving Nick and Gavin.
âCalifornia sunshine is nice,â Trevor sings out.Â
âJust the west coast in general,â Quinn adds as Brendan, Alex and Matty all nod emphatically.Â
âYour pitches all need some work,â Amelie snorts, before shrugging. âHonestly, Iâll be fine anywhere. Just not Michigan. I need to get out of here.â Everyone laughs, but she catches Jackâs inquisitive look. She quickly lets herself get dragged into a conversation with Quinn, Nick and Adam instead.Â
She eyes the pool table through the window of the sunroom and Jack catches her, challenging her to a game. She, along with Jack, Adam and Ethan decide to go in for a quick game. They split up into teams, her and Jack on one, Adam and Ethan on the other.
She eyes the chalkboard and grimaces at Jackâs less-than-desirable record. âDo I really want you on my team?â
Jack follows her eyeline and rolls his eyes. âIgnore that.â
âKinda hard to,â she squints. âDamn, I shouldâve dragged Quinn in here.â Jack pouts as Ethan snickers, her waving at Adam to break.Â
What Amelie failed to voice when she saw the pool table is that she is pretty damn good at pool. During the few times she went out in college, itâs how she and her friends liked to get free drinks. She would challenge a few of her overconfident guy friends or acquaintances and bet a free drink or two. Though actually, she remembers she played against Adam at least once and absolutely destroyed him. Sheâs surprised and amused that he doesnât remember, if his wide eyed indignation at her sinking a seemingly-impossible shot says anything, much to Jackâs amusement.Â
âHoly shit,â Jack says, impressed. âWho taught you to play? Can you give me their number?â
Amelie shrugs with a small smirk, watching Adam take his turn. âThere was a diner I grew up nearby that had a table. I honestly canât remember who taught me. I just played against my sisters a lot.â
âWe shouldâve placed a bet on this. You two didnât know about this secret talent?â Jack says, directing the question to the former Wolverines.Â
âYeah, Adam,â she eggs on, laughing as his shot misses. âYou should remember. I got you and Truscott to buy me a drink out of it once.â Adam curses in realization as Ethan cackles.Â
âWait, I remember that,â Ethan says. âI was even shocked that you were out and about, considering all the times you turned our invites down. Imagine me hearing that not only are you out, you also just single handedly took down the two best pool players on the team.âÂ
âTurning down invites to parties, huh?â Jack chuckles. Â
Amelie rolls her eyes, watching Jack take his shot. âNo. They were all just up in my business when I was trying to be professional.â
Ethan scoffs. âProfessional? Yeah, okay.â
âProfessional,â Amelie repeats. âI was working for you guys, technically.â
âEw, no you werenât,â Adam says, crinkling his nose. âDonât say that. God. You were just as much part of the team as we were.â
âI donât know about that,â she watches Jack mess up his shot and just rolls her eyes. âAll I did was take pictures of you all.â
âPart of the team,â Ethan emphasizes, also messing up his shot. God, Amelie thinks. These boys are bad at pool. âStop pretending we werenât your favorites to photograph.â
âYeah, admit it!â Adam chimes in. âYou were easier on me when grading papers too.â
âI was absolutely not,â she says. âThe fact that you treated pre-game as office hours made me grade you harder.â They just wave her off and Amelie huffs.Â
âLook where being professional got you,â Ethan smirks. âSome fun friendships, eh?â She smacks his shoulder.Â
âYouâre lucky I like you,â Amelie warns, before sinking in the 8-ball with a smirk. Adam and Ethan groan as Jack cheers, placing an overzealous kiss on her cheek before going to the chalkboard. âYouâre welcome for the win.â
When the fire starts to die out and more people start yawning an hour later, Amelie decides to call it a night. She gives everybody a hug, promising more than once that sheâll see everyone at least one more time before they leave in five days. Jack offers to walk her home and she doesnât even bother fighting.Â
They start walking. Amelie flips her hood up and Jack shoves his hands in the pockets of his shorts. âYou lied to me.â
She furrows her eyebrows. âHuh?â
âSaid the guys were just nice to you. They love you.â
âI donât know about that.â
âAnd you love them.â
Amelie stares down at her shoes with a shrug. âLike I said, theyâre good guys.â She looks back up and tugs at his sweatshirt sleeve. âThanks for the invite.â
âOf course.â Jack says. âYouâre always welcome.â
âI donât think you mean that.â
âI never say things I donât mean,â he says lightly. âWaste of time and energy.â
Amelie swallows, Jackâs woody cologne filtering through her nose and all of a sudden, it feels like heâs too close, but she canât pull herself away. âThank you though. Seriously. Youâre right. I-Iâve missed them.âÂ
She lets him pull her into a side hug and doesnât say anything when he keeps his arm swung around her shoulder. âDo you have any plans tomorrow?â
Amelie chuckles. âWhat are you thinking?â
âWell, turns out some of the guys want a rematch because theyâre mad I beat their asses so weâre golfing again tomorrow, but weâre starting early.â
âIâm not going golfing. Even the best bribe couldnât bring me out there.â
âIâm not asking you to come golfing,â Jack laughs. âItâs just, contrary to what you may believe, Iâm kinda annoying in the morning and need caffeine and fuel to deal with that many people, especially before going on the course.â
âJack, what are you-â
âDo you wanna grab breakfast tomorrow? Just the two of us? Those fuckers never get up in time.â
âSo youâre gonna let them starve?â
âThey can figure themselves out.â
They stop at her front door and she turns around. Him being on the step below causes them to be at the same height. âSure.â
The left side of his lips quirk up. âYeah?âÂ
âYeah. Though subjecting me to your pre-caffeine self seems like youâre trying to sabotage me.â
He rolls his eyes. âDoes 9 work?â
Despite herself, Amelie grins. âSee you then.â She reaches behind her to twist the doorknob. âThanks for walking me home. Goodnight Jack.â
âGoodnight.âÂ
She watches through the window until he walks out of sight. She then looks at the lone light still on in the kitchen and has an idea.Â
day thirteen - jack
Jackâs not an idiot, despite what his brothers and teammates may tell you. He knows this isnât a date.Â
But it sure feels like one.Â
Jackâs looking at the suitcase he probably shouldâve fully unpacked by now, figuring out what to wear. Itâs literally just breakfast with a girl he met not even two weeks ago, so he shouldnât really care what heâs wearing.Â
Breakfast. With a girl he met less than two weeks ago. A girl whose company he really, really enjoys.Â
He shakes his head at himself, pulling out a black t-shirt and khaki shorts. He decides to clasp on a watch before he can overthink himself out of it.Â
At 8:57, he quietly paddles downstairs and grabs the keys off the hook before jumping into his car. He barely pulls into her driveway before her front door opens. A smile spreads across his face at Amelie, her floral pink dress flying behind her as she rushes out, quickly checking she has what she needs in her tote bag before opening the car door.Â
âGood morning,â he says.Â
âHey,â she breathes out. She scans him up and down really quickly. It makes him swallow. âYou look nice.â
He backs out of the driveway. âYou do too.â When he gets to look at her again, he notices the matching hair scarf hanging from her ponytail. âI like the thing in your hair. You look like a fairy.â
âA fairy?â
âYeah.â
She blinks. âOh. ThatâsâŠreally nice, I think? Thank you.â
âDefinitely a compliment.â He bites his lip to stop his smile from growing too wide. She hums along to the song on the radio and looks out the window. He rolls it down for her and watches her lean her elbows at the edge, her head peeking out.Â
Jack has to drag his eyes back to focus on the road. The sight of Amelie sitting shotgun while heâs driving brings a feeling in his stomach heâs never felt before. At least not to this depth.Â
She turns to him. âWhere are we going?â
âSunny Side Up right off Beecher Ave.â
She chuckles. âThatâs Grandpaâs favorite place. We might catch him come in as we leave.â
He freezes a bit as he slows the car down with a stop at the light, at the thought of Stanley coming in to see him with his beloved granddaughter, both semi-dressed up on a Wednesday morning, just the two of them.Â
When they arrive, he holds open the door for her, and breathes in the smells of coffee and eggs and everything good coming out of the kitchen of Sunny Side Up. The place is emptier than he expected, but he also knows the typical brunch crowd rolls in a bit later. The hostess tells them to sit wherever they like and he follows Amelie to a spot by the window. They barely slip into their seats before he hears a familiar scratchy yet comforting voice.Â
âAmelie!â The woman then turns her head and doesnât even hide her surprise as her grin grows. âAnd Jack Hughes. What a nice surprise.â
âHey Sherry,â Jack nods with a grin.
He sees Amelieâs eyes light up, even if itâs subdued. âHi Sherry.â
The older woman that Jack has seen here every summer since he moved here sets two menus down. She offers Jack a pointed look that looks awfully like his motherâs. âI havenât seen you here this summer as often as past summers. You cheating on us with some other cafe?â
âIâm a loyal guy, Sherry,â he charms. âI would never.â
Sherry narrows her eyes, âMmhmm. Iâll get you two some coffee while you decide what you want.â
Amelie nods and flashes a warm smile. âThank you.â They watch Sherry scurry away. The sound of Amelieâs gentle laugh pulls his attention back to her. âYou come here often, huh? Well, clearly not often enough this summer.â
âHey, you canât even say that,â Jack whines. âClearly you come here often too.â
She shrugs, âLike I said, itâs Grandpaâs favorite place. I come here with him at least once a week.â
âDo you have any friends around the area?â Amelieâs eyebrows shoot up and Jack immediately backtracks. âNot that-I didnât mean it like that. I just-â
Amelie snorts, leaning back in her seat. âChill Jack. I know what you meant. The ones who are in Michigan arenât close by and the rest are spread out across the country. I came to my grandparentsâ knowing that I wouldnât see a lot of my friends. Kinda purposeful on my end, in a way. But then Luke saw me walk Susie and now here we are.â
âDonât pretend like you havenât enjoyed our company.â
âItâs definitely made my summer more eventful.â Their coffees come and neither of them look at the menu before ordering. Jack orders the french toast with strawberries and blueberries and she gets the house omelet. Jack ignores the pointed look that Sherry gives both of them, because heâs right with her and kinda has no idea what to make of this but is trying to enjoy it while he can.Â
He feels her nudge his feet under the table. He snaps his focus back to her as she nods to the cup of creamers next to him. âPass me two?â
He nods, obliging. âSugar?â
She shakes her head. âIâm good. Thanks.â
Jack watches her stir the creamer in before a sudden thought pops up. âYesterday, when you said that you donât care where you went as long as it wasnât Michigan, what did you mean by that?â
Amelie, to her credit, doesnât seem surprised by the sudden question. âExactly what I said. Itâs nothing against the Red Wings. I just need to get out of here.â
âWhy?âÂ
She stares at him for a few seconds, and Jack gets nervous. Before he can take back the question, she answers. âWhen you havenât really gotten the chance to travel or live anywhere your whole life and a job offers you to go anywhere, you take the chance.â
Jack nods slowly. Heâs gotten to travel to a lot of places through hockey, but he still considers Michigan his home and often feels an urge to come back during the season â as much as he thoroughly enjoys living and playing in New Jersey. Itâs hard for him to wrap his head around the fact that someone could want out of Michigan.Â
She smiles and chuckles a bit suddenly. Jack raises an eyebrow in question. She just shakes her head. He thinks sheâs adorable. âSorry, Iâm not laughing at you. I just thought of something.â
âDo share with the class.â
âIâve been so excited at the prospect of leaving Michigan, but itâs so clear you and your brothers love it and I donât know. Itâs nice to be reminded of the good parts of this state.â
He shrugs, âI donât know. I guess throughout the season I donât really get to be around Quinn or my friends and family that often, so when all of us have the off-season, we all naturally gravitate towards home, which nowadays, is here.â
âYou donât have to defend yourself about why you like this state, Jack,â she says with a small chuckle. âI get it. My familyâs technically all here too, so I canât escape it completely.â
Their food arrives soon after and they spend a few silent minutes just digging in. He cuts a piece of his french toast for her and she in turn cuts him a portion of her omelet. Heâs hoping that sheâs not catching the fact that he canât keep his eyes off of her.Â
When they finish, Jack shoves his card into Sherryâs hand when she grabs the check, theyâre walking out of the diner, full and content. The sun is beating down but not too hard that Jack feels gross. Hopefully it stays that way when he and the boys go out golfing in an hour.Â
âDo you have a second to come inside?â
Jackâs eyebrows immediately shoot up his forehead, killing the engine. âYeah. Why?â
âJust come inside,â Amelie rolls her eyes. âIâm not gonna kill you.â
âReassuring,â he deadpans, following her through the front door and immediately bending down to pet Susie and prevent her from running out. He watches Amelie disappear into the kitchen for a moment before she comes back out with a tupperware container filled withâŠcookies?
âFor you,â Amelie hands him the tupperware. âAnd the other guys.â
âWhat are these?â
âI kinda got a burst of energy after I came home last night and wanted to do something with my hands. Youâre gonna tell me you guys are gonna turn down fresh cookies?â
âNo,â he says, looking back at her. âThank you.âÂ
She smiles. âYouâre welcome.â
Jack opens his mouth and then closes it. He wants to ask why she made the cookies. Why sheâs giving a large container of them to him and their friends. If it means anything.
Instead, he backs towards the door. âSee you around?â
âYeah,â she says. âHave fun golfing with the boys. I donât want to hear a single thing about it.â
He laughs. âI wonât subject you to that. Promise.â
âIâll hold you to it. And thanks for breakfast.â
âOf course.â
âStop paying for me though.â
âNever.â
She playfully shoves him out the door with an eye roll. He thinks he could see that eye roll for the rest of his life and feel content.
day fifteen - amelie
As sheâs pouring herself a second cup of coffee, she hears someone knocking on the front door. Ruthâs out walking Susie and Stanleyâs out golfing with friends the day, so Amelie trudges over to the front door.Â
Itâs Quinn, in a Canucks sweatshirt and basketball shorts, his hands shoved into his pockets.
Amelie smiles easily, albeit confused. âHey Quinn.â
âMorning.â
âWhatâs up?â
He shifts on his feet. âAre you busy?â
âNot really,â she opens the door wider for him to come in. âI was just editing some photos. Coffee?â
âPlease.â
âAnything in it?
âA bit of milk if you have some.â
She hums, preparing his coffee and carefully sliding it over to him as he rests his forearms on the island. âWhere are the rest of the guys?â
He shrugs. âEither asleep or just hanging out. We had a tough practice this morning.â
âAnd you decided to come here?â She teases. She doesnât want him to think heâs not welcome, because she actually really likes Quinn, despite spending the least amount of time with him compared to his brothers.Â
âKinda wanted some peace and quiet, to be honest, which is hard to find in the house when thereâs so many people,â he admits, before nodding to her open laptop. âYou said you were editing photos? What for?â
âPartially to update my portfolio. Partially to brush up on my skills.â She moves the laptop so he can see it. Pulled up is a picture she took last year at a Michigan swim meet. âSee how itâs a little too bright here?â She clicks on the dodge tool in the open Photoshop tab and quickly edits. âThere.â
âDo you do this with every photo?â
âSometimes I switch between different softwares, but itâs generally the same process. The big differences that I have to be aware of are lighting and composition when editing.â
Quinn nods. âThis is sick. Like, super cool.â
She quickly saves her work before turning her full attention back to Quinn, smiling. âThank you.â
âDo you have any photos youâve taken of us the last few weeks?â
With that, Amelie scoots herself closer to him and slowly scrolls through a bunch of photos, starting from that day onto the boat and then to the fire the other night and other miscellaneous ones inbetween. Quinn lingers on a picture thatâs one of her favorites, one that makes her smile everytime she sees it. Itâs of Jack the night of the fire. The light from the fire is illuminating the front of his face while the dawn of the Michigan sky behind him casts him in a subtle light.Â
Heâs looking away from the camera â at Gavin, if she remembers correctly â in the middle of laughing. His hair is all tousled over his forehead, some loose strands going over his eyes. His blue eyes are bright and if she showed this photo to anyone who didnât know Jack Hughes, sheâs sure they would be able to hear his laughter anyways.
He looks radiant. Everything like the bright and intense first-overall draft pick he was projected to be. As she watches Quinnâs eyes flicker over the photo, she thinks thereâs something incredibly intimate about the way the camera captures the middle Hughes brother.Â
(âThe subject of the camera makes up less than one percent of the photograph,â Professor Yang, one of her most trusted mentors said to her once. âThe majority of the beauty of a photograph comes from the photographer themself and how they see the subject.â
Itâs always at the most inconvenient times does Professor Yangâs voice ping through her head.)
She watches Quinn click through other photos, some edited, most of them raw. He makes small comments here and there asking about the mechanics of photography and how she knows when and what to shoot her lens at. She tries to explain in a way that would make sense to someone who knows little to nothing about photography and Quinn, to his credit, is keeping up the best he can. She goes to pour Quinn another round of coffee as Ruth comes back in through the side door, Susie trotting over to Quinn happily, who pets her. Ruth merely smiles as sheâs sliding off her shoes at the sight of the eldest Hughes brother.Â
âGood morning, Quinn.â
Quinn grins. âGood morning. Sorry for interrupting.â
Ruth waves him off, coming to kiss the top of Amelieâs head. âNot at all. I see Amelie here has offered you some coffee. Would you like some chocolate chip cookies? Also courtesy of Amelie.â
âNot on the meal plan, Iâm sure,â Amelie comments dryly.Â
Quinn laughs loudly. âNo, but it is the summer.â He reaches into the container in Ruthâs hands. âThank you. I actually had some of the ones you gave Jack last night. Theyâre really good.â
Amelie ignores the look she knows her grandmother is giving her. âThanks. I could teach you how to make them, if youâd like. My, uh, an old friend of mine taught me a trick his mom taught him that make it extra gooey.â
She, again, ignores the look her grandmother is giving her. Quinn doesnât need to know that old friend is her ex-boyfriend.Â
(Humans are interesting in the way that theyâre mosaics, made up of the pieces â people, in this case â theyâve encountered in their lives. Amelie hates what Cooper did to her, but she will never forget the methods he taught her about making the perfect chocolate chip cookie)
Quinn grins. âIâd love to know, actually. Iâve been wanting to figure out how to bake simple things to, like, bring to events and stuff. I should, right? Being captain and all.â
Amelie snorts as she starts getting ingredients. âIf you say so.â
Quinn and Ruth start chatting inbetween Amelie telling Quinn what to do. She can tell her grandmother is absolutely charmed by Quinnâs politeness and overall presence. And to be honest, she is as well. Â
It makes sense that heâs captain, in the way he speaks, listens and guides. Amelie thinks if she were on a sports team, sheâd ride into battle with, for and alongside him.Â
Quinn spills a bit of flour on the counter and Amelie just snorts, waving away his apologies and telling him to crack the eggs. She just eyes him to make sure he isnât fucking that up while listening to Ruth talk about something Charlotte told her on a call the other day.Â
âYou know,â Ruth starts and Amelie immediately doesnât like where her tone is going. âMy granddaughters are pretty great people, present company included. Coletteâs engaged, but Charlotteâs single.â
Amelie bursts out in laughter as Quinn starts blinking, no doubt trying to think quickly about how to respond to that. âGrandma, at least try to be subtle about it.â
âWhy? Iâm too old for that.â
âWith all love, I donât think Quinn is Charâs type. Char only dates assholes, remember?â
Quinn laughs in surprise as Ruth taps her chin with a small smile. âI suppose thatâs true. The boy she brought back last summer wasnât too bad.â
âHe told me photography wasnât a real career and that I was wasting my time,â Amelie deadpans as the oven beeps. She nods at Quinn to put in the trays. âI get that heâs in academia like Char, but what a shitty take.â
âMaybe introducing Quinn to her will break her streak,â Ruth suggests.Â
Amelie rolls her eyes to humor her. âHow do you even know if Quinn is single?â
Ruth eyes him. âAre you?â
Quinn clears his throat, âI am. Newly single though.âÂ
Amelie didnât know that, and itâs not her place to pry. She grimaces as she pulls him into a side hug. âThat settles it, then. Iâm keeping Quinn to myself.â Luckily, that gets him to smile. Â
Just as the oven beeps and Ruth moves to start preparing lasagna, (âSit down, Quinn. Youâre not going anywhere.â Ruth had said with a firm voice as Quinn was trying to leave, not wanting to intrude for lunch), the doorbell rings. Amelie blinks. She has a feeling she knows whoâs on the other side of the door.Â
Itâs a slightly smaller group than the night by the fire. Jack, Luke, Adam, Ethan, Alex and the sweet smile of a guy who wasnât here last time. But Jack has shown her enough pictures and heâs talked about Cole Caufield enough that Amelie is 99% sure itâs him.Â
âHey Mimi!âÂ
âDonât call me that,â she automatically responds to Adam. âYou all here for lunch?â
âRuth invited us,â Luke pipes up. Well, that explains why she was taking out such a large portion of lasagna sheets. âSusie saw Jack getting the mail and kinda mauled him.Â
âOf course she did,â Amelie steps aside as one by one, they greet her with a quick hug. She hugs Cole for a bit longer. âCole, right? Itâs nice to meet you.â
âNice to meet you too,â Cole beams. âIâve heard a lot about you.â
She chuckles softly as they follow everyone else. She tries to ignore Jack behind them, knowing heâs listening in. âAnything Eddy says about me is 100% true. The others you can take with a grain of salt.â
âEven when Jack tells me he thinks youâre one of the prettiest and talented people heâs ever met?âÂ
Amelieâs eyebrows jump up as she looks at Jack, who doesnât even look ashamed. He even shoots her a quick wink and sheâs for sure blushing. She turns back to Cole with a shy grin. âI donât know about that.â
They walk towards the kitchen, where Ruth is shooing everyone out with the plate of cookies Amelie and Quinn just made. Amelie leads them all outside, squinting against the sun as she quickly grabs a few chairs so everyone has a place to sit. She leans her head on her chin as she focuses on what seems a continuation of a previous conversation about relationships, or lack thereof. She rolls her eyes. Typical. Sheâs honestly surprised this didnât come up at the fire the other night in the Hughes backyard.Â
She munches on a cookie and merely smiles as Jack finds his way to the seat next to hers. He nudges her knee with hers and she bumps him back.
âHey,â he says softly so that only she can hear him.Â
âHi.â
âI like your bow. You look pretty.â
Amelie reaches up to touch the black sheer bow clipped atop her ponytail. âThank you. Sorry Suz attacked you earlier.â
Jack shrugs, the sunshine painting his cheeks an endearing rosy pink. âGonna get lunch out of it, arenât I?â
âYou flash your smile at Grandma and Iâm pretty sure sheâd bake you a cake everyday.â
He only smirks before they both tune back into the conversation. Though from where Jack is sitting, Amelie has a perfect peripheral view of him. He has a Yankees cap on backwards, his curls peeking out at the ends. His summer tan is obvious against the white t-shirt heâs wearing with light-washed jeans.Â
Itâs not the first time that Amelie has noticed how attractive he is. Itâs the first time that she has to swallow and force herself to focus on Adamâs voice because she wants toâŠkiss him. Shit, she really wants to kiss Jack Hughes.Â
Horrible.
âWhat do you think, Amelie?â Her head whips at the sound of Lukeâs voice.Â
âWhat are we talking about?â
Luke smirks and Amelie wants to slap him. âPast relationships, to sum it up. Mostly Adamâs.â And Quinnâs, Amelie fills in in her head, because itâs true, even if itâs unspoken.Â
âWhat about them?âÂ
The air suddenly feels a bit heavy, the most solemn itâs been since Luke saw her at the end of his driveway two weeks ago.Â
âDo you think itâs a thing to lose feelings for someone? Like is it real?â
Some sort of noise erupts out of her mouth before she can stop it. If the guys werenât intrigued before, they are now, as they fall silent, waiting for her next words. She chooses her next words carefully.Â
âI think itâs more of an excuse that people use when they donât want to justify or dig into the real reason why theyâre feeling the way they are.â Someone whistles. She thinks itâs Alex, but sheâs not 100% sure. Amelie winces. âSorry, did I just attack someone?â
âJust my ex,â Adam says.Â
âOh good. No one here then.â Amelie offers him a sympathetic look. âIâm sorry though. I know how much that sucks to hear.â
âIt does.â
âI had to learn that itâs rarely your fault that they supposedly lost feelings. It took me awhile to figure that out, but I did.â She turns to Adam and tries to give him a reassuring smile. âIt sucks. Agonizing over everything you couldâve done better and asking yourself why you werenât enough for them to stick around. At least thatâs how it was for me.â
âThatâsâŠkinda exactly how it felt,â Adam admits. âFeels, even now, sometimes.â
Amelie shrugs. âThereâs no set timeline for the process of moving on. And it ebbs and flows too. Also no fault in that.â
âYou seem awfully knowledgeable about breakups,â Luke states. Amelie catches Ethanâs subtle but pointed glance. How much does she want to tell them about that part of her life?Â
âA story for another time,â she says with a dry smile. Cooper Volt and his douchebag ways are not a conversation she wants to have before noon. Or really ever. âBut Iâm serious, Adam. And whoever else needs to hear it. Feelings can shift and feel and look different overtime, but losing them completely? I donât know. Itâs heartbreaking to hear from someone who used to be such a big part of your life.â
âCommitment is scary,â Cole pipes up. âAnd itâs hard. Especially, I feel like, with what we do.â
Itâs like getting a bucket of ice cold water dumped on her when she suddenly remembers who exactly sheâs surrounded by.Â
âDo you even want commitment?â Amelie blinks. âSorry, thatâs harsh. Thatâs not fair of me to ask.â
âItâs a fair question though, I think.â Jack says. Amelie suddenly feels her hands clam up. âI mean, for me at least, I think itâs changed throughout the years. You know, at the start, like five years ago, when it was still chaotic and still an adjustment period, a relationship probably wasnât on my mind.â
âBut now?â Cole presses.Â
Jack shrugs. âI think so. But you canât force it, you know?â
âA relationship would do you well, Jacky.â Luke says, taking a sip of his water. âDonât know whoâd want to deal with you though.â Jack throws his half-filled water bottle at him and Luke squeaks as everyone laughs. Jack nudges Amelieâs knee with a light smile and she has absolutely no idea what to make of that.Â
âI didnât know you were dating someone, Adam,â Amelie comments.
Adam shrugs. âIt was for most of last season. Met her through a mutual friend of a mutual friend. I thought it was going well. Clearly it didnât work out.âÂ
âBut you tried your best?â
âOf course I did. Well, what I thought was best at the time.â
âThen thatâs all you can do,â Amelie curls up in her chair. âSometimes our best isnât enough. It sucks to hear, but itâs true. And thatâs not on you.â She avidly avoids Jackâs eyes that she can feel boring into the side of her head. She should probably stop talking before she reveals more than she wants to.Â
Luckily, the conversation steers elsewhere with courtesy to Jack. âWell, what do you look for in someone, Amelie?â
Amelie snorts. âYou trying to matchmake for me, Hughes?â
âMaybe.â
Everyone laughs and she puts her chin on her hands in thought. âI mean, tough question.â
âOne thing. That shouldnât be hard.â
âItâs not. Just give me a minute to think. I wasnât prepared to be talking about our love lives today.â Amelie bites her lip, staring out at the lake in thought. But in reality, itâs an easy answer. âI think, honestly, the biggest thing for me is someone whoâs just, kind. Kind to the point where they care about the people around them and how they treat others and the world andâŠ.I donât know. It sounds dumb.â
âItâs not,â Jack says. âBeing kind and considerate is underrated, I think. Itâs hard to find people like that.â
âOr maybe youâre not looking in the right place,â Alex adds.
âThat too.â
Amelie summons some courage. âWell, Iâll flip the question back to you then. And anyone else who wants to answer. Whatâs one thing you look for in a partner?â
Itâs like Jack makes sure she doesnât break eye contact before answering. âHonestly? Someone I can have fun with and feel completely comfortable around. Which I know isnât a real trait, but I think if I feel like I donât have to pretend at all with somebody then theyâre worth keeping in my life.â
âThatâs quite sweet, Rowdy,â Quinn comments, Jack just shrugs, her eyes still on hers.Â
Okay, yeah. Amelie needs space. Or water. Or three shots of vodka.Â
The universe listens to her, because Ruth is suddenly calling them all in. Amelie bolts out of her seat and rushes in to help set up utensils. Thankfully, no one outwardly calls her out on it as they all trickle in after her. The conversation shifts to easier topics, and she relishes in being more of an observer than a contributor.Â
Along with the delicious lasagna, Ruth somehow found time to make some brownies which Amelie is almost sure is not allowed in any of their diet plans. Nonetheless, she watches them devour the gooey treats and shower Ruth in praise. She herself has one before standing up to put dishes away. She and her grandmother stop any of them, either with their eyes or words, from getting up and they all reluctantly sink in their seats and continue their conversations. Ruth asked them about going to Michigan a few minutes ago and theyâre still on that, with Cole and Alex talking up Wisconsin even though no one asked.Â
Amelieâs putting the last dish in the dishwasher when someoneâs voice in the kitchen causes her to yelp in surprise. She whips around to see Jackâs wince. âJesus, Jack. Warn a girl next time.â
âSorry,â he comes around the counter. âI just wanted to see if you needed any help, but it seems like you got it covered.â
âGrandma let you get away?â
âI might have told her I was gonna use the bathroom,â he admits.Â
Amelie snorts, shutting the dishwasher. âWhy lie?â
âI wanted to see you without everyoneâs eyes on us.â
When someone just says that, so honestly, almost rushed out as if he wasnât thinking of saying it in the first place but it just slipped out, how is she supposed to react, really?
She resorts to what she knows best. Apathy. âWell, here I am.â
âHere you are. Quinn told me you taught him how to make those cookies.â
âI did,â a smile peeks out at that. âHe did pretty well. And we made a lot, so please take them with you when you guys leave.â
âKicking us out so soon?â
âNo,â she sighs. âBut as much as sheâs gonna pretend not to, Grandma doesnât have as much energy anymore, so I will at some point in the near future gently kick all of you out so she can rest.â
âNo worries,â Jack says. âWe have plans to head out on the boat anyways. You wanna join?â
She actually does want to, but she already had her own plans to have a day for herself, and those days are important. âI think Iâm good. Iâll leave you boys to it. But thank you for the offer.â
âAnytime.â Theyâre practically touching now, but Amelie doesnât mind. She doesnât ever feel like Jack is encroaching on her space. âEarlier, outside, when we were talking about relationshipsâŠâ
âWhat about them?â
If he catches her clipped tone, he doesnât take note. Instead, he tilts his head to the side in curiosity. âYou mentioned wanting someone thatâs kind.â
âI did.â
âA bit of a low bar, no?â
She scoffs, leaning her back against the kitchen counter. She crosses her arms and looks him straight in the eye. âWell, maybe Iâve just dated some shitty people.â
He holds the eye contact steady. Sheâs not sure why it surprises her. âMaybe you have.â
Despite herself, sheâs amused. âYouâre awfully nosy sometimes, you know that?â
âNot the first time Iâve heard it.â
âDoes it usually work for you? Being nosy?â
âI call it just being interested.â
She swallows, deciding if she wants to push. She takes note of the voices in the other room. If she wants to push, she needs to do it fast.Â
Amelieâs 99% sure this is where her and Jack are the most alike. Theyâre stubborn and can never back down from a challenge.Â
She steps even closer to him where she thinks she catches a whiff of his deodorant. Jackâs eyes are still trained on her, passive, but with something in them that she canât quite read. âI did, by the way.â
âHm?â
âDate someone shitty.â
âIâm sorry about that.â He sounds sincere about it.Â
âNot your fault.â
âNot yours either.â
She chuckles, âDebatable.â
âNah,â a smile curls at his lips and she thinks itâs beautiful. âDonât think youâve done anything wrong in your life.â
âDoes the charm usually work for you?â
He lets out a loud laugh. The sound of it spreads warmth on her skin. âYou tell me.â
Oh. Thatâs a challenge if Amelieâs ever heard one. But even with his close proximity, this building tension of sorts thatâs been present ever since theyâve met and his watchful but kind eyes, waiting for the next move, sheâs still not sure.Â
Fuck it.Â
She kisses him anyway.Â
Jack responds immediately, his hands finding a home on her hips in a way that has her smiling into his lips. She thinks heâs smiling too, but she pulls away too quickly to really know. He is grinning when she pulls away though, a sparkle in his eye she hasnât seen quite yet.
He pouts playfully and she wants to kiss him again. But she restrains herself and glares at him instead. âWhatâs the pout for?â
âWhatâs the glare for?â He shoots back, squeezing her hips lightly. âYou kissed me yet I feel like youâre about to accuse me of killing Suzie.â
âSuzie would probably kill you first,â she replies absentmindedly, before stepping away. Mostly so she doesnât lose control again and kiss him.Â
Amelie might be starting to question her decision, but Jackâs smile is easy. Light. âYou gonna let me kiss you again?â
She snorts, but itâs more fond than anything. âNext time.â
He sticks his bottom lip out in displeasure, but he backs away. âIâm holding you to that.âÂ
She follows him back to the kitchen with a light pep in her step paired with an alarm bell in her mind.
day twenty - jack
Jack automatically smiles when Clementine Sandovalâs face appears on his phone screen. âHey Clee.â
âJacky!â She exclaims. âYou look tan.â
He gasps in delight. âReally? Thank you.â
His pseudo-older sister rolls her eyes, âNevermind. I take it back. How are you? Whatâs up? Howâs Michigan? Where are Q and Lukey?â
He chuckles at her onslaught of questions, a pang of guilt in his heart because he hasnât called her that much since he left New Jersey mid-June. To be fair, he didnât want to interrupt her trip to visit her new boyfriend in Switzerland â Jack still has to remind himself sometimes that his captain is dating someone who heâs considered a sister ever since he can remember. He loves it, but the fact that Nico could basically become his brother-in-law is a fact he still hasnât wrapped his head around.
But that pang of guilt washes away quickly, like it always does, as he looks at her warm smile. âIâm good. Michiganâs great. Quinnâs out getting groceries and Lukeâs probably still napping. Are you busy?â
âNot at all. Iâm just making dinner. I actually do miss you guys at the apartment a lot.â
Jack grins. âWe miss you a lot too, Clee. Wish you were here.â
âSo whatâs up?â
âHm?â
âYouâre chewing on your drawstrings. You only do that when somethingâs on your mind.â
He lets the drawstrings fall from his mouth as he narrows his eyes. âHow do you know that?â
She snorts, âBecause I know you, Jack. Whatâs going on?â
The sound of her sink water running fills the air as Jack takes a deep breath. âI met a girl.â
He snickers as Clementine, with her back towards the camera, freezes. Slowly, she turns back around. âYou met a girl?â
âYeah.â
âOkay,â she starts chopping some garlic. âTell me about her.â
âHer nameâs Amelie. Sheâs a year younger than me. Just graduated from Michigan. She knows Luke, actually, used to photograph the hockey games.â
âShe knows Luke?â
âYeah. Her grandparents just bought a place two houses down from us and she was walking the dog one day andâŠyeah.â
Clementine hums, clearing the chopped garlic off her knife and into a small bowl. âWhatâs she like?â
âSheâs a bit quieter, but quick and sarcastic as hell when you get to know her. Sheâs creative, because, you know, photographer. Sheâs really pretty. Hang on, Iâll send you a picture,â Jack does just that, sending one he took of her and Adam the other night, waiting for Clementine to look at it before he continues. âSheâs always saying something really interesting and cool. I donât know. Weâve been hanging out a lot the last two weeks and sheâs just, really great.â
âYou met two weeks ago?â
âMore or less.â Jack bites his lip, trying to read the abnormally-unreadable look on her face. âWhat?â
âNothing. She just graduated? Any plans after post-grad?â
âSaid sheâs talking to a few NHL teams for a photographer gig.â
Her eyebrows shoot up. âFor real?â
âYup.â
âDamn,â Clementine says. âThatâs awesome. So what? You like her?â
âI think so?â
âItâs a yes or no question.â
âFine. Yes. I do.â
She smirks. âThat wasnât so hard, was it now?â Jack glares at his phone as she giggles. âOkay. Does she like you back?â
âShe kissed me the other day.â
âOh,â Clementineâs eyes sparkle and Jack feels bashful for some reason. âDid she now? So she must.â
âHopefully.â
She gives him a look. âJack.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre being annoying on purpose.â
âIâm not being annoying,â Jack responds instinctively. Okay, maybe he is. âI just, I donât know. I havenât felt like this in awhile. Maybe ever.â
âFelt like what, exactly?â
And this is why Jack called the older brunette. She pushes him in a way that isnât overbearing, but just the right amount where sheâs not gonna take getting brushed off. Sometimes, Jack thinks he gets away with brushing things off too easily. Blame it on growing up with two brothers. Luckily, Clementine doesnât let that happen.Â
âFelt this excited about someone.â
âThatâs a good thing, Jack.â She says.Â
âYeah.â Suddenly, itâs like a dam breaks. He hasnât really talked to anyone about how exactly he feels about Amelie yet. âSheâsâŠ..I think I really like her, Clee. Like, I just want to be around her all the time. When Iâm around her, I just, I donât know. I canât stop smiling.Â
âShe must be some girl.â
âShe is,â he responds confidently.Â
âSo now what? You two have kissed. Whatâs next? Labels or no?â
âI donât know.â
âYou donât know.â
âNo. I donât.â Silence. Clementine stops the movement on her end and looks at Jack. He swallows. Itâs the kind of look that she only pulls out when sheâs about to say something he might not want to hear. âWhat?â He says defensively.Â
âNothing. Well, thatâs not true. Itâs okay to not know. You guys literally just met. Really. JustâŠbe careful. Iâm sure sheâs lovely, but I donât..you seem to really like her. Iâd hate to see you get hurt over this.â
âI wonât,â Jack says confidently. âClee, you know me. I donât get my heart broken.â
âYou also donât get like this about girls,â Clementine points out. âAnd you know how I know that? Youâve known Amelie for two weeks and youâre already telling me about her. It took you three months for you to even mention to me that you had a girlfriend last time. JustâŠbe careful, okay? Youâre only in Michigan for so much longer.â
âI will,â Jack says.Â
Clementine only nods, before they switch the conversation back to her trip to Switzerland. But the rest of the conversation, Jack canât help but keep seeing Clementineâs worried look in her mind.Â
Clementineâs usually right. He hopes sheâs wrong this time.Â
day twenty three - amelie
Amelie takes a deep breath before accepting a good luck hug from her grandparents and shutting the front door. She smiles at the sight of Jackâs car and slides over into his passenger seat with practiced ease.Â
âYou really didnât have to do this.â
âWeâre literally going to the same place.â
âStill.â
Jack backs out of her driveway with an easy smile. âYou nervous?â
Like, yeah. But she shrugs. âEven if I am, nothing I can do about it now.â
âYouâll get the job,â he says confidently. âI know it.â
âThanks for the vote of confidence,â she chuckles. âWhere are Quinn and Luke? Donât you all practice together?â
âYeah. I forced them to take another car.â
âYou didnât have to kick them out.â
âI think I did.â She just gives him a look. Jack smiles easily. âDonât worry about it. Remind me of the address again?â
She wordlessly connects her phone to his car and puts in the address of the cafe sheâs meeting Heather at. 47 minute drive and she has to be there at 10 a.m. sharp. Sheâll have around ten minutes to spare.Â
Itâs clear they both woke up not long ago, content to spend most of the drive in comfortable silence with her occasional humming to whatever song she has playing from her phone. Itâs mostly softer tunes to accompany the earlier hour, Maggie Rogers, Lizzy McAlpine and Noah Kahan appearing the most frequently. Sheâs 99% sure this isnât close to Jackâs style of music at all, but he doesnât seem to mind.Â
As he turns off the highway, she takes a deep breath, smoothing down her silk navy short-sleeved blouse sheâs deemed her good-luck shirt â she wore it during her first interview with the NHL months ago. Luckily, itâs different people this time.Â
âIâm serious,â Jack says. âYouâre gonna be great and youâre gonna get that job and get the fuck out of Michigan.â
âYeah. Yeah, I am.â They pull up to the cafe and she turns to face him with a grateful smile. âThank you for driving me.â
âIâll come by as soon as practice is done.â
She waves him off. âTake your time.â
He leans in to kiss her cheek sweetly. âGood luck. Youâre gonna kill it.â
Her stomach is flipping now for a whole different reason. She quickly opens the passenger door and looks at Jackâs sweet smile one more time before shutting it.Â
The interview goesâŠso well. So well that she has a job by the end of it, with a promised contract being sent to her email within the next hour. But she barely has to answer any questions before theyâre asking her if sheâll take it. It catches Amelie by complete shock and happiness that it takes so much for her to keep her cool in front of Josh, her possible future manager, and Sasha, the recruiter sheâs been in touch with this whole time.Â
All of her hard work has accounted for something? She wants to pinch herself as she shakes both of their hands and watches them walk out.Â
But something settles in her stomach when she looks down at the notes she took. In her cursive-like handwriting.Â
Main coverage teams: Rangers, Islanders, Flyers, DevilsÂ
Staring at the last word on the page, she swallows. The Devils. Sheâs gonna be photographing Jack.Â
Realistically, she knew that this always wouldâve been a possibility. But she never let herself entertain the idea.Â
But now itâs real. And itâs terrifying. And she kissed Jack eight days ago. She wants to throw up.
With shaky hands, she texts Jack that sheâs done. He doesnât respond right away so she takes a deep breath, tapping her fingers against her coffee cup, her brain going a million miles an hour.Â
Sheâs responding to her familyâs texts before Jackâs name flashes through with the alert of a call. âHello?â
âWell?â Jackâs voice echoes through her ears. âDid you get it?â
âCome pick me up and find out,â she tries to tease. She hopes he canât detect her shaky voice over the phone.
âAmelie,â he whines. âCome on. You canât leave me hanging like that.â
She lets out a quiet chuckle. âDo you think Iâd be this happy if I didnât get it?â
A pause. And then, âLetâs fucking go, baby! I knew you had it in the bag.â
âCome pick me up so I can tell you more about it,â she muttersÂ
âYou got it.âÂ
11 minutes later, she sees Jack park by the curb and she walks out of the cafe, willing her hands to stop sweating. He quickly comes around the car and gives her a giant hug. She laughs as he lifts her up.Â
âSo,â he sings as he starts the engine. âDo you know with what team? Or teams?â
Amelie hopes her poker face is intact. âActually, not yet. Thatâs the only thing they havenât fully settled on yet. And I might not know until, like, a month before I start.â
He tuts. âThatâs a bit annoying. They just expect you to move to wherever on such short notice?â
She swallows roughly, hoping he doesnât notice. âI guess. They said they can help me find housing though, which is helpful.â
He hums, before shaking her thigh with a laugh. âAmelie. This is amazing. You should be so proud of yourself.â
âThanks, Jack.â Instead of turning onto the highway, Jack takes a right. âWhere are we going?â
âDo you have anywhere else to be today?â
âNot until like, 4.â
âPerfect.â
She has to laugh out loud when the USA Hockey arena comes into view. âYou forget something?â
âNo,â he says simply. âHave you ever skated before?â
âI photographed your younger brother at Michigan.â
âBut that doesnât mean youâve skated.âÂ
Fair. âI have. Iâm not very good though.â
He kills the engine and flashes her a charming smile. âCome on. To celebrate.â
Amelie lets Jack charm the person working the rentals and watches him tie the skates on her feet, smiling softly as he does it carefully, making sure theyâre tight enough. She takes his hand as she steps onto the ice, wobbling a bit but quickly gaining her balance. Thereâs no one else at this particular rink, which sheâs thankful for. People would have questions, and she doesnât have any of the answers.Â
She lets herself laugh and have fun as Jack spins them around. She takes a deep breath, letting the smells and sounds of an empty hockey arena fill her senses again.Â
This is gonna be her future for the next while. If she thinks too hard, she can picture herself in Newark, in the Prudential Center, with Jack across from her, just like this. She swallows at the sight of Jackâs bright eyes.Â
Main coverage teams: Rangers, Islanders, Flyers, DevilsÂ
âYouâre amazing,â Jack says a bit later, as theyâre gliding in the middle of the ice, her hands in his, facing each other. âIâm serious. Youâre going to crush it.â
She tries not to tear up, looking down at their skates. âIâm really excited,â she says. âThis is, kind of, everything Iâve been working towards.â
âI know,â Jack smiles, tugging at her hands lightly. âYou nervous at all?â
âA bit. Is that weird?â
He snorts. âNo. I was scared shitless my rookie year, despite trying to act like hot shit.â
âI donât doubt that.â
âBut youâre not me, because youâre healthily humble and you have the talent to back up your skill. Itâs okay to be nervous, but itâs all gonna work out just fine.â
She hums, hands boldly reaching out to cup his face. She only has so much time left. She swears he softens into her touch. âQuite good at the pep talks, huh?â
âNot usually,â he murmurs, leaning closer as his lips ghost hers. âBut, I donât know. You seem to bring out a different side of me.â
âThatâs sappy as shit.â
âI can be sappy.â
âSure you can.â She hums as he presses a delicate kiss on her lips. She chuckles airily as he pulls away only to start peppering kisses on her cheeks.Â
For a bit, Amelie squashes her overthinking and just breathes in everything Jack Hughes.Â
(Unbeknownst to both Amelie and Jack, Jim sees them from the offices upstairs. He smiles to himself, as he watches his son spin the brunette girl around the ice, the joy palpable on both their faces)
day twenty five - jack
He doesnât even bother to come up with an excuse anymore when he shows up on Stanley and Ruthâs front door the next morning. He accepts a cup of coffee when Ruth tells him Amelieâs in the shower, chatting casually with them both about the weather, golf, his family and the upcoming season.Â
When Amelie comes down the stairs, she doesnât even look surprised, simply waving before tossing her hair up and grabbing her bag. She mentioned over text that she just had to run some âboringâ errands today. He jumped at the chance to join her.Â
With some argument, she relents and lets him drive. He has to stop himself from looking over at her, overwhelmed atâŠher. Just her.Â
The grocery store first to get groceries for Stanley and Ruth, which causes Jack to swallow because God, the way Amelie takes care of the people in her life reminds him of Clementine, who always saw the best in Jack before he was anything.Â
Then a stop by at a farm to table place for lunch where Amelie says sheâs been dying to try. Then Target, then CVS, then the bank. They never really hold hands, but theyâre always in each otherâs orbit comfortably. Thatâs enough for him.
Before being done for the day, a quick detour to a small beach that Amelie claims has âincredible sunsets.â He follows her obediently as she jumps out of the car with her film camera. The sunset is beautiful, but, and itâs so cliche and gross and he would get chirped to hell if his friends could read his mind, Amelieâs prettier.Â
He canât help but take out his phone to take a picture of her back against the cotton candy sky. He always posts some sort of a summer dump on his Instagram. Maybe this picture will go in there.Â
day thirty two - amelie
âWhoâs gonna be there again?âÂ
âHonestly, who knows at this point?â Jackâs voice floods her ears through her airpods as she takes Susie on a walk and Jackâs driving back from who knows where.Â
âAnd this is tonight?â
âYup. Because itâs someoneâs birthday? Ethanâs, maybe?â
âNot Eddy,â she responds automatically. âHis birthdayâs in June.â
âI forget how close you two are.â
âTo be fair, the only reason I remember is because heâs like, five days older than I am,â Amelie shushes Susie, whoâs barking at a squirrel. âAnd youâre all gathering at some sort of sports bar at fucking Ann Arbor of all places to⊠celebrate? Reminisce?â
She can practically hear Jackâs pout. âYou donât have to come if you donât want to.â
âThatâs not what Iâm saying,â she chides gently. âI, just, Iâm just confused about-â
âConfused about what?â
âAbout why youâd want me there.â
âWhy wouldnât I want you there?â Jack says softly.Â
She swallows, playing with Susieâs leash. âOkay.â
âOkay?â
âYeah.â
âAwesome,â she knows Jackâs smiling through the phone and she canât help but smile as well, even though she feels a pit forming in her stomach. âIâm DDing because I lost a bet against Luke on the course yesterday, so you can go as hard as youâd like.â A rustle on his end of the phone. âI gotta go, but Iâll see you later?â
âWhat time are you coming?â
âAround 7:30?â
âPerfect.â
âSee you soon.â
Amelie hears him pull up at 7:23 as sheâs scrolling on her phone. A deep breath before opening the door and she doesnât expect Jack to be walking up her steps.Â
âOh,â she blinks. âHi.â
Jack smiles up at her. âHey.â
She looks beyond his shoulder and sees some movement in the backseat of the running car. âYou didnât have to step out.â
âFeels impolite just honking.â She lets him wrap her in a quick hug before she slips into the passenger seat. She turns around immediately to smile at Ethan, Luke and Dylan. âHi boys. You sure none of you wanna take the front seat?â
âWe are under strict orders from Jack that as long as youâre in the car, we will be banished to the back,â Luke snickers.Â
Jack blindly reaches back to smack his brotherâs leg. âIâm already driving you losers. Donât make me regret it.â
Luke gasps. âIâm not the one who lost the bet.â Another slap to the leg from Jack and another yelp from Luke.Â
Once they reach the bar and Jack somehow finds street parking, the boys pile out quickly and head to the bar. Her and Jack stray behind, and he locks the car before swinging an arm around her shoulder, sneaking a kiss to her temple.Â
She shouldnât, but she leans into it. Leans into him. The bustling bar is coming into view and sheâs getting nervous.Â
He pokes at her side. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â
He offers her a skeptical look but lets it go. âYouâll know most of the people there. No need to be nervous.â
âIâm not nervous,â she lies.Â
He snorts, but doesnât respond. He does pull her closer to his side though.Â
Immediately when they walk in and Amelie realizes she has been here before. Not many times, maybe only three or four, but enough for the environment itself to not be unfamiliar. She surveys the scene while letting Jack steer them both towards a corner where both people she knows and doesnât know are gathering. The first person she makes eye contact with happens to be Carina Scholl, a girl she went to high school with. Because of course. This state is so damn small. Before she can spiral over it, Amelieâs quickly distracted by the sound of Mark Estapaâs voice.
And then itâs like a floodgate opens. Members of the Michigan Menâs hockey team, present and past, greet her, standing in a sort of messy line, almost like theyâre queuing to hug her. It starts with Mark, then Rutger and Kienan and Luca. Then Mackie and Nolan, who she hasnât seen in far too long and didnât realize she missed until now.Â
She feels quite touched that they all seem so excited to see her, wrinkling her nose when Rutger pulls her ponytail lightly. When everyone calms down, Jack slides her favorite cider towards her. She smiles at him in thanks and he just winks before being pulled into a conversation about hockey that honestly has Amelie immediately tuning them out.Â
She ventures to familiar territory â a booth housing Ethan and Luke â and they happily let her slide between them, introducing her to the faces she doesnât recognize as she politely nods. She does brighten up when one of the girls, Sarah, she notes, says she recognizes her from her photography. (âI was on the gymnastics team. My family might have one of your photos framed in the house.â).Â
Photography and Michigan. Those are topics Amelie can talk about.Â
After a bit, the boys slide out and she finds herself gravitating towards Sarah and two of her friends Amelie doesnât know, content with sitting back and listening into their conversation, with some comments here and there. She spots two more girls she went to high school with â Shannon and Abby â and swallows roughly. Sheâs pulled back in the conversation with a call of her name from Madison.Â
âI saw that you came in with Jack Hughes,â Madison says. Immediately, Amelie wants this conversation to end. But Madisonâs smile is curious, not malicious. âAre you twoâŠyou know?â
Amelie blinks, stomach suddenly dropping. âAre weâŠâ
âTogether,â Sarah finishes with a teasing eye roll. âI donât know why you didnât just say it, Maddy.â
âI didnât want to be impolite!â Madison exclaims as Ellie, the third girl, laughs. âI mean, we just met. Itâs none of my business, really.â
âWeâre not,â Amelie says, softly but firmly, even though she wants to crawl under the table right now. âFriends through Luke, I guess. Found out my grandparents live by him and Quinnâs place just a few weeks ago.â
âYou hadnât met beforehand?â
âNope.â
âHuh,â Ellie says. Amelie follows Ellieâs eyeline to where Jack is talking to Adam. With a High Noon in one hand, the other shoved into the pocket of his jeans and that stupid backwards cap on his head, Amelie canât look away. âI wouldnât have predicted that. It seems like youâve known each other forever.â
Amelie laughs shakily. âHeâs like that with everyone.â
The girls let it go, but Amelie canât. Is it that obvious to people? Should it be? Is he like this with everyone? It wouldnât surprise her if he was. Just because theyâve kissed, doesnât mean sheâs anything special.Â
After a bit, she excuses herself to go grab another drink. If Jack is also at the bar as she approaches, thatâs just a coincidence.Â
Itâs interesting. She simultaneously wants to be away from him, especially because it seems like âMain coverage teams: Rangers, Islanders, Flyers, Devilsâ is flashing through her mind at all times. But she also wants to be around him because he makes her feel at ease
She nods at Luca, who Jack was talking to, with a wry smile. âLuca.â
âAmelie,â he sings in the same tone. Amelie considers herself closer to the younger Fantilli, but Lucaâs constant positive energy was always a welcome sight when she entered Yost. âYou look beautiful.â
âThatâs kind of you to say.â
âI feel like youâre about to yell at me for not answering the question again.â
âThat was one time,â she says dryly. âLet it go.â
Jack looks between the two of them with interest. âAmelie being a strict TA? That doesnât surprise me.â
âShe wasnât strict, perse,â Luca teases. âJust didnât want to deal with our shit.â
âBecause I dealt with it enough at the rink,â Amelie says. She brightens up momentarily when Jack shoves another cider in her hand. Without thinking, she presses a quick kiss on his cheek as a thank you. Luca, to his credit, just raises his eyebrows before Gavin beckons him elsewhere.Â
She pokes at Jackâs chest. âYou trying to loosen me up? You didnât have to buy me another.â
âI told you to go crazy, didnât I?â
âI think Iâve spotted three people here who went to my high school.â
Jack just raises an eyebrow casually. âNo shit. Did you say hi?â
Amelie snorts. âNo.â
âWhy not?â
She gives him a look and realizes he doesnât understand. She doesnât want to get into it. âI just donât feel like it.â
âYou sure?â He nods at something behind her and she turns around, making eye contact with Carina.Â
She turns back around to face Jack again. âIâm sure.â
(Sheâs not. Sheâs not sure about anything all of a sudden. Itâs starting to feel like too much for her. But thatâs not Jackâs problem to deal with)
âOkay,â he stops pushing. âWho should we tackle talking to next?â
âDidnât know this was a team effort,â she teases lightly, the weight on her shoulders deflating by the second.Â
He readjusts his hair under his hat with a roguish grin. âHey. I dragged you here. And these are mostly Lukeâs friends. Of course weâre in this together.â
She rolls her eyes. Because heâs a liar. But she humors him, nodding over to a group consisting of Rutger, his girlfriend Kayleigh, Nolan, Mackie and Mark. âThey seem safe.â Jack snorts, but obliges, letting her lead the way.Â
More time passes, and Amelieâs buzzed. Jack mutters in her ear that theyâre probably gonna head out within the next 20 minutes or so, which she couldâve predicted, as their crowd is getting smaller and smaller. Adam already smacked a kiss on her cheek as a farewell. She figures she should probably go pee before the drive back.Â
After a quick trip to the bathroom, she walks out and pauses suddenly in her tracks. She watches a girl blatantly flirt with Jack, which is fine, it is. The frog she has in her throat isnât anything. The prickling she feels in her spine is because of the heat, not because of the girlâs hand placed on his bicep. She canât even let herself feel any sort of satisfaction when Jack casually shifts himself a bit away from her politely.Â
It suddenly all hits her in the face. Itâs like the bubble sheâs been living in for the last however many days has immediately popped.Â
Of course heâs being flirted with. This probably happens everytime he goes out. How could she be so stupid?
Jackâs never going to be anything more than a friend. Heâs based out of New Jersey for most of the year â which, to be fair, Amelie might also be in a few months, which he still doesnât know â and Amelieâs 99% sure it just wouldnât work. Theyâre tooâŠheâs him and sheâs who she is and this isnât how it all works.Â
Sure, she kissed him first. But she didnât mean for it to go this far. And sure, he kissed her back. But heâs one of the biggest up and coming superstars in the league that sheâs about to work for. To some degree, she knows how this is gonna end. Sheâs lived through it.Â
(Sometimes, sheâs relieved that MLB never got back to her. The idea of having to photograph Cooper almost makes bile creep up her throat._
She has to stop this before it crashes at their feet.
Amelie takes a deep breath and straightens her shoulders, before making her way back to Jack. He looks towards her and brightens up, excusing himself from the girl before jumping off his stool with her jacket she asked him to hold while she went to the bathroom.Â
âReady to go?â He mutters.Â
Amelie nods stiffly. âWhere are the others?â
âI told them to wait by the car. Do you need to say goodbye to anybody else?âÂ
She looks around. âNo. I did my rounds before I went to the bathroom.â He hums and she follows him out of the bar. ignoring his outstretched hand.Â
(She misses the flash of hurt that passes by Jackâs eyes. But itâs gone as quickly as it came)Â
âThanks again for coming with me,â Jack says, his voice suddenly sounding so loud contrasting with the quiet Ann Arbor air. âReally. I know itâs not your scene but I appreciate it anyways.â
âYouâre welcome,â she says, hoping he doesnât pick up on her sudden change of mood.Â
He does, furrowing his eyebrows. âIs everything alright?â
âFine. Everything is fine.â
âYouâre lying to me.â
She doesnât quite snap back, but itâs close enough to it. âHow would you know that?âÂ
He blanches slightly, but theyâre at the car. So he just wordlessly opens the door for her. She smiles softly at Ethan, who ruffles her hair from the back and snorts at Dylan and Luke, who are sleeping with their mouths wide open.Â
The drive goes by extremely quickly yet painfully slow at the same time. Amelie actively avoids eye contact with Jack, busying staring out her window and making mindless conversation with Ethan. If he feels the tension. he ignores it.Â
Jack pulls up to his place first, rolling his eyes as Luke, Dylan and Ethan clamber into the house. As soon as the door shuts, Jack turns to her. She reluctantly turns to him.
âAre you okay?â His eyes hold so much concern. It makes Amelie bite her lip. âAnd please be honest with me.â
âIâm fine, Jack,â she croaks out. Sheâs a bit tipsy. Sheâs very tired. Her resolve is crumbling fast. She feels like sheâs running out of time. âI think Iâm just overstimulated.â
âIâll drive you home,â he says softly. He places a gentle kiss on her forehead and it takes everything in Amelie not to let her eyes tear up.Â
Heâs barely backed out of his driveway when she canât take it anymore. âRangers, Islanders, Flyers, Devils.â
Silence. âWhat?â He says.
âRangers, Islanders, Flyers, Devils,â she repeats, trying to keep her voice steady. âThose are the teams Iâm covering.â
He parks in her grandparentsâ driveway, killing the engine. âDid you just find this out today?â
She squeezes her eyes shut. âNo. Iâve known since I got the official offer.â
The silence washes over her like the most destructive tidal wave. âYou lied to me?â He whispers.Â
âIâm so-â
âWhy did you lie to me?â He asks in a hurt voice.Â
âJack-â
âWere you ever gonna tell me?â She snaps her mouth shut. That gives him his answer. He swallows roughly, running a hand through his hair. âSo what? You were gonna just walk in during media day and pretend we havenât met before?â
âThatâs not fair,â she manages to get out.Â
âPretend we havenât kissed before?â Jack presses on.
That makes the fire in Amelieâs stomach flame. âWeâve known each other for like, a month, Jack. I donât owe you anything.â
He scoffs. âYou donât think so?â She flinches at his harsh tone and he softens a bit with a sigh. âI just donât understand why you didnât tell me.â
Thereâs plenty of reasons why. Many of which Amelie doesnât want to say out loud. She settles for: âI mean, would it have mattered?â Her voice cracks. âYou were always going to go back to Jersey and I was always gonna leave Michigan and whatever this was wouldâve only lasted for so long.â
âWhatever this is?â Jack repeats, tilting his head back against the headrest in frustration. âSo what? You thought that weâd go back to our regular lives and all of this would justâŠbe forgotten?â
âI donât know,â she says, frustrated.Â
âBut you clearly thought about it.â
âOf course I did,â she squeezes her eyes shut. âJack, youâreâŠyouâre Jack Hughes. I donât necessarily care about it like that but I know you have a franchise on your shoulders and youâre the best of the best and we met under weird coincidences and Iâm glad we have, believe me, but this always had a timer on it.â
âWhat exactly is âthis?ââ The roughness in his voice has Amelie simultaneously feeling like she wants to cry and scream. Jack laughs humorlessly. âAnd itâs funny you bring up all that shit now, considering you never for once cared about who I was and all of that since the day we met.â
âI donât care,â Amelie insists. âIn fact, itâs probably the thing about you I care the least about, in the nicest way possible. But whether we both like it or not, itâs a huge part of who you are. And I donât know if IâŠâ
âIf you?â
âIf I have a place in your life when it comes to that.â
âBecause of what I do? Because of my job?â
Amelie scoffs. âStop trying to underplay what you do and the impact you have on the league, Jack. I may have just met you a month ago but I, in some way, work in the same fucking industry you do. Iâm not stupid.â
âI know youâre not stupid,â he rolls his eyes. âYouâre probably one of the smartest people Iâve met in my life. Iâm not trying to underplay anything. At the end of the day, hockey is just my job. LIke photography is yours. I donât see how that has anything to do with us.â
âWell, maybe thatâs exactly the problem.â
Jack huffs. âItâs my life. Shouldnât I have a say in if I want you in it or not?â
And sure, Amelie thinks, Jack has a point, but so does she, even if sheâs not explaining it well. She turns in her seat to fully face him and tries a different angle. Tries to get him to understand. âHave you thought about this at all? Like, sat down and really thought about whatâs gonna happen when we both leave Michigan? Jack, you know I donât want to come back unless I have to.â
âWhat does that have to do with us at all?â
âJack,â she deadpans. âYou love this place. You feel the most comfortable here, you told me that yourself. All I want to do is get out here and all you want to do is stay.â She deflates. âYou really didnât think about the future of any of this?â
âYes! No. Maybe?â Jack raises his voice in frustration. âI just-I enjoyed, enjoy, spending time together. You kind of make me forget how to think when Iâm around you in the best way possible. And I want to be around you all the time. Isnât that enough?â
âI still donât even know what we are! Friends? Friends who kiss sometimes? Dating? Hooking up because itâs convenient?â
He blanches. Itâs the most hurt heâs looked this whole conversation. âAmelie-â he whispers.
âI know Iâm being unfair, but please try to understand my reasoning,â she wipes her tears with the sleeve of her top. âI was already up for this job before I met you. And then I met you. And then I thought, oh, maybe I do care about where I end up. Wouldnât that be nice and convenient? But weâve known each other for a month. And Iâm not gonna let someone Iâve only known for so long dictate the start of this really important moment for me.â
âI wouldnât have ever asked you to do that,â Jack says meekly. âI know how important your career is to you.â
âAnd I believe that,â Amelie softens with a swallow. Theyâre not getting anywhere productive. âI-Iâm sorry, Jack. I shouldnât have lied to you.â
âBut you did,â he says. He runs his hand roughly through his hair again. The curls are beginning to become very unruly. âWas this whole month just, I donât know, were we not on the same page?â
âMaybe we werenât,â she bites her quivering lip. âI like you, Jack. I do. But I canâtâŠI canât do this. Us. Whatever this is.â
Silence, before his voice cracks. âNow or ever?âÂ
âI donât know,â she sniffles. âIâm sorry.â She cries, rubbing her eyes roughly with the palms of her hand. She knows this is all her fault. She knows this isnât the only thing he kept from him. She knows that sheâs been cautious telling him important things about herself this whole time, where heâs been nothing but fearless and honest. She knows she fucked up.Â
But she canât say any of that out loud. He wouldnât get it. And maybe she doesnât really want him to. Isnât ready for him to
She feels his hand on her cheek, which causes her to cry harder, her tears falling cascading onto his fingers. Through blurry vision, she can see him swallowing roughly. âCan I say one last thing?â
She canât help but let out a weak laugh. âSure.â
âA few weeks ago, you asked me if the top was a lonely place to be. And you know, it can be a lot,â he admits. Her heart aches at how vulnerable heâs being. âMy brothers and teammates and friends understand mostly, but itâs not the same. Y-youâre the first person in a long time who's made me feel like it doesnât have to be lonely.â
That causes Amelie to cry even harder. Every part of her is fighting her to fight for him. To keep groveling, even though it doesnât even seem like he wants that, which is somehow even more heartbreaking. To fill in the gaps for him about why she canât fully let go and let him in. But she canât. âI-Iâm sorry I lied to you. And Iâm sorry it had to be this way,â she croaks out.
âMe too,â he says, backing away slightly. She misses his touch instantly. âI-Iâll give you some space and n-not contact you for awhile. Um, you have my number. WhenâŠif you ever wanna reach me, you know how to.â
Her heart splices in half completely. Sheâs the one who lied to him and heâs the one offering space. Amelie knows sheâs selfish for asking her final question, but she does it anyways. âAnd youâd pick up?â
Jack laughs with a watery smile, âEvery time.â
It takes all her willpower to not kiss him one last time. She unbuckles her seatbelt and rushes into her grandparents house. She closes the front door and leans her back on it, sliding down and muffles her cries into her hand.Â
day thirty three - jackÂ
Everything hurts.Â
Thatâs the first thing Jack thinks when his eyes blearily open with the sun. His eyes hurt from crying too many freaking times the last few days. His ribs hurt from where Luke checked him into the boards yesterday. It wasnât even a particularly hard hit, but Jackâs head was anywhere but the ice and he didnât see it coming until it was too late.Â
And his heart justâŠhurts.Â
Luckily, they have the day off today so he can sulk without feeling too guilty. Maybe heâll take the boat out into the water by himself and just lay there. He hears some voices downstairs and squeezes his eyes shut to try and decipher them. Quinn, Luke, Dylan and Ethan. The latter two obviously donât know him as well, but Jack knows them well enough that theyâd probably actually be really nice about Jackâs situation. Especially because Ethanâs close toâŠyeah.
Jack launches himself out of bed, quickly brushes his teeth and splashes some water in his face before stumbling downstairs, his pace faster once he smells a fresh pot of coffee.Â
âMorninââ Jack croaks out, nodding at Dylan and Ethan who are sitting around the island with Quinn, who just slaps his shoulder in greeting. Luke wordlessly pours out a mug for him and Jack smiles at him gratefully.Â
âYou look like shit,â Luke says bluntly. Jack would face wash him for that if he had the energy. And if he was wrong.Â
âLuke.â Quinn chastises.Â
Jack waves his older brother off. âItâs fine. Heâs right.â His eye catches the sight of an envelope at the end of the table. âWhatâs that?â
Itâs silent for a few seconds too long until Ethan clears his throat. âUh, Amelie said she developed the shots for her film camera. Dropped some by that she said you guys might want.âÂ
Jack swallows with a curt nod, chugging the whole cup of coffee in one go. He nods at Luke to pour him more.Â
âDo you want to talk about it?â Quinn asks tentatively.Â
Immediately, Jack wants to shoot that down. But then he looks up, and he sees all four of them looking at him with varying degrees of worry in their eyes. Jack shoves down the instinct to avoid â like heâs been doing the last few days. âI donât even know where to start.â He whispers.
âAnywhere that makes sense to you.â Quinn suggests, because Quinnâs always been the one who directs. Who guides.Â
So Jack lets it all out. He talks about how he purposefully didnât want to cling to her all night because he didnât want to come off that way but how he couldnât take his eyes off her no matter where she was in the room. He talks about how beautiful she looked (âI mean, you guys arenât stupid. That top with her eyes? Lethal combo.â) and how he had a moment where he felt like all was right in the world. He talks about that subtle shift in her mood after he lost her for a bit and how quiet she was in the car ride home.Â
Thatâs the easy part.Â
Jack inhales a muffin from a box that someone mustâve gotten this morning from the local bakery before continuing to recall him and Amelieâs conversation in the car after he dropped off everyone. When he drops the revelation that Amelieâs actually going to be around the Tri-State area covering the Rangers, Islanders, Flyers and the fucking Devils, all four of them look shocked, but donât say anything. He talks about how his initial reaction was that he was hurt that she hadnât told him because he thought that they had something going on between them. He talks about how he felt like the conversation escalated so quickly but also calmly because Amelie doesnât raise her voice and Jack is not a yeller and how it almost wouldâve been easier had they been screaming at each other. He talks about how he canât really remember when Amelie started crying but how he can remember how he felt his stomach dropping to his feet when she did. He can barely remember how they fucking got there in the first place.Â
Jack sniffles, hastily wiping his tears away before they can fully fall. âAll I know is that I fucking made her cry and whatever we had is probably ruined, which is extremely fucking convenient considering Iâm gonna be seeing her around during the season.â
âItâs not ruined,â Ethan speaks up after a few seconds of silence.Â
Jack snorts. âNo offense, man, But how would you know that for sure?â
âI know you two have gotten close in the last month or so, but besides that, I would argue that out of everyone here, Iâm the closest with her.â And Jack swallows, because shit, Ethan has a point. Ethan continues. âDespite her lying to you and everything falling to pieces, itâs not ruined. Amelie isnât like that. You have to really fuck up for her to cut you out.â
And like, yeah, Jack knows that, to a degree. But, âI donât think sheâs ever gonna wanna see me again.â
âWell, did you say anything that was particularly horrible?â Luke asks.Â
Jack swallows. âNo? Maybe I was snappy at some points, but I donât think soâ
âI mean, itâs fair,â Quinn says. âEven though itâs harsh, you were right to be mad about her lying to you.â
âDid I give off that impression that she couldnât talk to me? Like yeah, we practically just met, but I feel like, I donât know. I just donât really get why sheâd hide that from me.â
âI might have an idea,â the guys turn to Ethan as he swallows and debates something in his own head. âUh, this is random, but hear me out. Did she ever tell you about her ex?â
âWhich one?â Jack asks.
âCooper Volt. Baseball player at Michigan. Drafted to the Mets, I think.â
âA bit but not much. Why?â
âLook, Iâm not trying to, like, spill her secrets or anything. I think it just might put things in context.â Jack nods and Ethan sighs. âSo basically, she was dating him, right? Pretty serious. Lasted for a little over a year. Anyways. I donât know the details, but I know that the break-up wasnât pretty. Or, I just assume it wasnât, because I only found out they broke up after I saw Cooper with another girl on his arm and was confused and literally asked Amelie about it. Apparently, it had only been two weeks since they broke up and he had already gone out and found someone else?â
âWhat an asshole,â Dylan says, his first verbal participation in the conversation. Heâs been munching on cheerios, intensely listening. Quinnâs eyebrows are furrowed in a way that only appears when heâs concerned or really pissed off and Jackâs kinda fuming that someone put her through that.
âRight? Yeah, so thatâs that. And typical Amelie, you know, said she was fine and I knew that she had her own friends checking up on her.â Jackâs nodding, following on to his every word, even if a bit confused on where Ethan is going with this. âOkay. So, this is, our sophomore year, so her junior year. The seniors are hosting a party and we convince her to come for once. You know how those parties go. They get big. People are filtering in and out. I just remember coming to the kitchen to refill my drink and seeing Amelie looking so fucking dejected as Cooper and his new girl are talking to her.â
âDid you hear what they said?â Luke asks.Â
âNo, but I didnât need to, not with that look in her eye,â Ethan scoffed. âI caught the tail-end of their conversation though, which, like, I donât even wanna repeat, but it was basically Cooper just saying shit about how he never liked her anyways and he took a shot at her being bi? I donât think I remember it quite accurately to be honest because the second I heard him say that shit I just saw red.â
âHe threw the fact that sheâs bi to her face?â Jack asks sharply. Heâs trying his best not to throw his cup at the wall.
âSomething like it,â Ethan says. âYeah, I know. Absolute piece of shit. I kicked him and their friends out of the party, because, like, there was no fucking way they were staying.â
âHow did I not know about this?â Luke asks. âIâm pretty sure I was at that party.â
âYou were. If they had refused to leave or whatever or put up more of a fight, I wouldâve gotten backup. But they didnât. And you know Amelie. She begged me not to make a big deal out of it. So I just kept an eye on her for the rest of the night.âÂ
âThatâs so shitty,â Quinn says softly. âPutting that against her. With his new girlfriend there too.â
âYeah, butâŠanyways. The point is, a week or so after that I kinda caught her after a game or something and I drove her back to her place and she kinda exploded. Went on a whole rant about athletes and sports culture from what sheâs observed and all that, which Iâm not saying isnât true, but basically, I think the situation with Cooper was kind of the nail on the coffin.â
âThat what?â Luke asks. âAll athletes suck?â
Ethan clears his throat. âI think getting fucked over by Cooper, and then meeting Jack and realizing she has feelings for him then thinking back to the last time this happened and how it endedâŠcan you blame her for being a bit scared?â
âShe shouldâve told me she was covering the Devils when she found out where she was gonna be placed.â Jack says firmly, and he stands by it.Â
âProbably,â Quinn agrees. âBut Jacky, think about it. Even just some of the guys weâve played with. Not saying theyâre all assholes like this guyâŠitâs just, even if itâs unfair she might place you in the same category, that might be how she feels.âÂ
âShe shouldâve told me,â Jack repeats. He squeezes his eyes in frustration.Â
âBut did you tell her you were serious about her?â Luke says. Immediately, Jack wants to snap back at his younger brother, because heâs a pest and who is he to doubt Jack about his own fucking relationship, or lack thereof. But then, Jack realizes and a whole new pit appears in his stomach.Â
âShe kept interrupting me,â he whispers. As he puts his head in his hands, he misses the sympathetic looks the other guys exchange. âFuck. I never-I shouldâve been clearer.â
âJack-â
âI shouldâve made that clear from the start,,â Jack says as Luke immediately shuts his mouth. âShe had to have known. She had to.â Jack swallows roughly. Heâs not the smartest, but he knows now. She didnât know. And he never clarified what she meant to him.Â
âIâm sorry, Jack,â Ethan says softly. Jack just waves his apology away. This is all on him. He excuses himself, putting his dish and mug in the sink.Â
âWeâre heading out on the water later. You should come,â Quinn gently urges. Jack just nods, before clamoring up the stairs to take a shower or do something, anything to get rid of the feeling in his stomach.Â
The feeling that heâs fucked it all up.Â
day fifty six - amelieÂ
Amelieâs at the Prudential Center by 6:30 a.m. The players start rolling in just after 8, while sheâs finishing up helping to set up equipment and lighting. She has two cameras on either shoulder and one hanging by her neck and she has a headband in her hair and she feels happy. She feels at home.Â
She gets introduced to the guys that sheâs been researching for a month now. All of them are pleasant and patient. She does let out a genuine smile when Luke reaches out for a hug in greeting. What happened between her and Jack has nothing to do with him, and she hopes he knows that as she gives him an extra squeeze before pulling away.
When she introduces herself to the captain, she swears thereâs a spark of recognition that flashes through Nicoâs eyes, but it leaves just as quick as it came. Within their first few minutes of conversation, she concludes that Nico is almost unfairly kind. No wonder Jack loves him.Â
Itâs 10:19 a.m., and she still hasnât seen Jack yet. She knows heâs scheduled in for his on-ice media shots sometime in the late morning. She purposefully didnât grab herself a second cup of coffee after finishing her first one. She canât be shaking when sheâs trying to get pictures of him.Â
Jack comes in and shakes everyoneâs hand. He just waves at her with a polite smile and she waves back, her stomach dropping. They can play it off as Amelie being across the ice and too far, but in reality, sheâs not sure if she would try to fake a handshake and pretend theyâve never met, hug him and never let go, or do something incredibly fucking stupid like kiss him.Â
He looks so handsome. He mustâve cut his hair recently, in a shorter style that makes him so carefree and young.Â
His stuff takes around 20 minutes, and she doesnât really have to talk to him, instead just taking direction from Mira, head photographer / videographer.
Heâs not directly interacting with her, but she feels her stomach swirling and her palms sweat, causing the camera to almost slip out of her grasp multiple times. She wants to smile at the comfort he brings her just from being near him and wants to cry at how they left things in her grandparentsâ driveway. At how bad she still feels for lying to him. At how much sheâs missed him, as pathetic as it sounds.
Itâs neither of their faults that things fell to pieces the way they did. But now, as she snaps a silhouette shot of Jack, sheâs deathly afraid that this is just what itâs gonna be.Â
Jackâs the last one before lunch, so while everyone is taking their lunch break, Amelie takes a few moments to head to an empty room. She braces her hands on a table and takes three deep breaths. Her heart is beating fast. Her mind is starting to get away from her. She needs to focus. She cannot fall apart at work.
âAmelie?â She whips around to see Jack, dressed back in his Devils hoodie and shorts, looking at her in concern.Â
She wipes her sweaty hands on her jeans. âJack. Hey. Can I help you with something?â
âNo,â Jack shuffles into the room. âI just heard your sighs. I- I wanted to make sure you were okay.â
It feels like she has molasses in her throat, but she manages to respond. âIâm okay. Thanks.â
âOkay. Good.âÂ
Heâs about to walk out of the room but her brain thinks before her mouth. âJack!â He turns back around and she takes a breath.
âYeah?â His face is unreadable.Â
She forces herself to keep eye contact. âWould you wanna maybe grab dinner or something?â
Jack blinks. Amelie wonders if heâs ever been rendered speechless. His voice doesnât give anything away either. âLike, on a date?â She nods. Her stomach is dropping and she feels shame cripple up her spine until-â
âYes.â
Her stomach drops, but for an entire different reason. âReally?â She asks in a small voice
âOf course,â His eyes glow and the light smirk on his face doesnât feel arrogant. It feels light. Fond, even. âThat sounds..perfect.â
âOh, okay.â She whispers and her throat closes up as he steps closer.Â
âIâll text you?â
âIâll text you.â
He smiles brightly, and she canât help but smile back. Sheâs missed that smile so much. âOkay,â he whispers. âI canât wait.â
âThank you,â she croaks out. âIâm sorry aboutâŠwell. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Jack chuckles, and it makes her heart feel a bit lighter. He gingerly grabs both her hands, looking right into her eyes as he brings them up to his lips and kisses them softly. She bites her lip, overwhelmed. âNothing to be sorry for,â he says. âPromise.âÂ
âJack,â she whispers.Â
He walks backwards shyly, but his eyes stay on hers stubbornly. âYou know, with you, itâs always gonna be a yes.â
âJack.â
He just winks. Amelieâs breath hitches. âIâll see you later, Amelie.â
She smiles as he walks out of her sight.Â
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BUT I LOVE YOU SO (PLEASE LET ME GO) ( lando norris. )
he loved her, but knew he had to let her go even if it killed him inside. still he left a paper trail back to him.
warnings: heavy angst I suppose
authors note: wrote this with 2 am motivation. it was about time I finally gave you guys some writing after a couple of months of an absence (I sincerely apologize). I was thinking of making this one of the parts of the mini series because it sort of fits what I want to do with it, but i figured since i hadn't put anything out in a while, it'd be its own separate thing <3
part 2 found here
HE LOVED HER with every fiber of his being. every cell in his body lived for her, he told himself. the blood that ran through his veins underneath his tan skin, all the way to his heart that he had so carefully carved to be able to beat for her. she was the center of his life, he thought.
he really thought.
because now, as he sat and watched her through the fingers over his face to hide the incoming tears, he wished he knew what he should've done. because he only knew what to do.
to let her go.
surely, it wasn't easy, it was never going to be. but alas it was inevitable for the lovers to part though at the time, they wished for it to be only shortly. but they were never coming back. they didn't want to believe, but their hearts knew.
it was a long time coming, but nothing could've prepared them for the heartbreak they forced upon themselves. it was like running blindly into the brick wall they had built together.
they didn't ever fight though. that was the one thing they took pride for their relationship, but now they realize it would've been better for petty arguments. because now, they realize they just don't work.
he was social, she was a homebody. he loved the night life, jumping between different clubs across cities he'd drag her to. of course, at the time she didn't mind being pulled into a club every so often, but it wasn't her scene. the media never was.
he knew that. she knew that it was his.
her hands shook with every folded article of clothing, occasionally wiping her nose with the back of her hand as she tried to avoid his figure altogether.
it wasn't like she didn't want him, in fact she needed him. but the relationship was doomed from the start, she knew yet she didn't care because at the time, everything was tunnel-visioned and he was the light at it's end.Â
her best moments were the ones lived with him, yet also the worst ones too. but she didn't regret it, it shaped them for their future. one where they knew they couldn't be by each other's side.
they knew heartbreak was looming over them, though the possibility of severing their relationship at any given moment didn't dawn on them till blood was pouring out the wound and there was nothing they could do to stop the bleeding.
they wouldn't try to, they knew better than to patch a wound that would never heal. they let it bleed onto the cold floors of their apartment. the one she had to leave.
nothing had happened in the way they had wanted, but when would it ever if everything was always working against them? it was the world versus them and they lost.
they accepted that defeat.
she tried her best to keep her composure as she packed, for whatever thin thread they held onto would snap if she broke down. because they both knew he couldn't leave her if she did, wouldn't let her go.
because she knew he'd give up his career, his dream, in a heartbeat if it had meant he could still hold her at night. he said forever, and he would make it happen.
it sent her over the edge, reliving their relationship as her fingertips creased memories and packed them into a suitcase, each item of clothing holding significance from their relationship. all from the beginning, she'd kept everything, and that wouldn't change.
she broke. she recognized the textures beneath her fingertips before she could look, her favorite dress. her favorite dress that he bought for her for their anniversary. she knew it was over.
as soon as the choked sobs left her lips, the armchair he sat on creaked as he simply stood and walked to console her. his arms wrapped around her shoulders as the warmth of his chest spread across her back, which did nothing but break her heart more.
she pressed her lips against his skin, though not in an intimate manner, but to hide her struggled cries as the tears down her cheeks began to stain his skin with mascara. she gripped his forearm and bicep tightly, leaning her head further against him.
" 'm sorry," she mumbled against his skin, sniffling as she struggled to catch a breath between sobs. she clenched her eyes shut, seeing dizzying shapes underneath her eyelids. she hoped it would stop the tears.
"shh," he shushed as his lips kissed her hair, muffling his words, "i should be sorry."
still he spoke ever so softly to her as the day they'd met and she couldn't help but fold for his tone of voice every time. even when she knew she shouldn't.
" you have nothing to be sorry for, lan..."Â
"i should've know the media would be too much for you, love." he mumbled against her hair, "i have everything to be sorry for."
"but i handled it." she peeled his arm from her skin, the streaks of black mascara almost making her lips twitch into a smile as it brought back memories. memories of crying-laughing and smearing mascara onto his arms. still, she held his wrist as she turned to face him, yet she didn't step back.
it'd be the last time they would be this close.
but part of him didn't want her to turn around. he loved when her makeup ran down her face as she cried tears of joy, with the bright sun shining down on her, acting as her personal spotlight, because she was the center of attention, with the wind blowing her hair.
he wished he could see her like that one more time before they left for good. because now he stood, resisting the urge to wipe the tears off her face. because now it wasn't happy, it was sullen. he wanted everything to be able to take care of her, to not let her leave. not yet.
he sighed, he had to give in. he always would, he couldn't help himself when he smudged the running mascara off her face, "fuck, that never works, does it?" he muttered in a soft panic as he realized he just made more of a mess.
she chuckled. she loved whenever he lightened the mood, intentionally or not, it was something she could always count on him to do, "every time, lando, every time." she replied through soft chuckles, sighing as she calmed.
he became serious once again as the smile slowly fell from his face and he wiped the black from his fingers, "but really, did you handle it?" he asked lowly, looking down at her with the same, soft look on his face she could always count on, "i know the media really affected you."
she sighed. there was no denying the exhaustion the media and paparazzi caused. they thought they were fine in the bubble of their apartment, but that bubble had long popped.
"you were born to shine, lando." she simply responded to not give him the truth he was expecting to hear, "that's just not me, we both know it."
"i know." he whispered, biting his lip and looking at her with a gloomy expression. he felt regret and guilt, " 'm sorry."
she shook her head, raising her hand to his jaw to trace the bone under his skin, âi know, but we're both at fault here. we should've known it wouldn't've worked out."
it hurt for them to hear, but it needed to be said, and he would've never said it. it was the truth.
she sniffled, backing away with the realization of how close they had become as she wiped away stray tears and turned back to the half-packed suitcase on the bed they once shared.
he watched her face as her eyes scanned the still heaps of clothing left for her to take, and boxes needing to be filled, "do you want some help?" he offered, his hand grabbing the back of her arm, caressing the skin as she jumped slightly at the contact.
she sighed and said through an awkward chuckle, "please," she reached again for clothes to resume her packing, " 'm afraid i'll change my mind if i stay too much longer."
her words hurt, like daggers slicing through his skin. another wound they couldn't heal.
"would it be that bad?"
his response hurt more. she hadn't meant it like that, but words were subjective. it was like he had taken the knife from beneath his flesh and twisted back into hers.
"no, lan, i didn't mean it like that-" she dropped the shirt she held to place a hand on his bicep, which he shrugged off.
" 'ts fine," he spoke without a tone in his voice, which was odd for him. His focus was on her clothes in his hands and somewhat neatly packed away into one of her many suitcases.
"but i just meant-"
"listen, 'ts fine, we aren't together anymore so we don't have to fix things, or try to."
she squirmed under the dagger as it twisted deeper into her flesh. the air was tense, too silent for her liking and his new attitude threw her off.
it made her realize that maybe there was something more to them that didn't work. because surely any two people who loved each other would make it work out.
it didn't make sense though. maybe it never would.
after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence between them where the only sound was folding of cloth and zipping up certain spots in her suitcase, he turned his back and left the room.
she watched him leave from the corner of her eye, but she didn't stop him. she wanted to though. she wanted so desperately to grab him by the arm and force him to talk to her, but she wouldn't. he was right. they weren't dating.
besides they couldn't even fix what they had before.
minutes later he reemerged with a hand stuffed in his hoodie pocket and another behind his back with something he hid from her. she couldn't get a peak before he slipped it into one of the boxes. she shrugged it off as something she had forgotten.
he returned to helping her fold, but this time with his back towards her. it pained her, she didn't want him to turn his back on her, yet in a couple of hours, she would walk through their apartment door, her back turned to him. it was unfair, she knew.
the tears this time were silent as they streamed down her face, but she didn't make a sound. she watched his actions for a solid five minutes, seeing his best attempts folding her clothes, for her. he was never the best at it, as she had poked fun at him for it in the past. it hurt to think she would never see the difference of neatness in her closet anymore.
her attention was piqued when she saw his movement halt, quickly resuming with a messily put-together hoodie, one she didn't recognize to be hers.
she didn't get to look before he flipped back the top and zipped it up to go with the others.
she didn't have time to wipe the fresh tears from her face when he turned around after pulling the suitcase from the bed. he paused, dropping the handle.
in a swift motion, he pulled her into his chest. she couldn't stop herself from breaking down in his arms, his hand wrapped around her head, the other around her back. they stayed silent, apart from her sobs into his shirt. he didn't care if she ended up staining it.
they swayed for a while, longer than they should've, but at least now she had calmed down. though tears still streaming down her face and a headache forming in her head, they pulled apart slightly.
her hair was messy, her nose, cheeks, eyes and lips were red, her eyes were puffy and tears stained her face, but she was still prettier than ever.
he couldn't help but tuck the hair in front of her face behind her ear, his hand resting on her jaw.
for the last time, they kissed.
to him, it was like he was taking his last breath of air, or gulp of water for the rest of his life. he was taking what he could.
the taste of her salty tears, the wetness from her cheeks now on his, the hands in her messy hair pushing her desperately closer because he didn't want to let her go.
they sighed when they parted, his teeth grazing her bottom lip at a desperate attempt for more. more time.
they both stepped back, staying silent once again. they didn't have anything to say because their actions said it all. he stepped back to the suitcase he dropped and started moving them out to her car, which had considerably more trunk space than any of his.
it felt like when she was first moving out for college, with stacks of boxes and plenty of suitcases to make it seem like she was fleeing the country.
it all ended the second she walked out the door, but she didn't have to turn her back on him as he walked her to her car, opening the door.
one last hug between them. the last contact.
but they still followed each other's lives.
she would watch his races from the comfort of her new living room couch because she still worried about him the same amount from when they were dating. she noticed his suffering performance, though she sighed every time he crossed the finish line unscathed.
part of him knew she was watching for him.
he still followed her private accounts, liking the posts of the lifestyle that he could never live. it just wasn't his to experience, just like his was never hers to live either. most nights spent drunk in the dj booth, or out to dinner with other drivers, the social life had never been her scene.
he knew.
he knew all along that it was never going to end as they wished in the moment. they stared at their future without fully knowing what was waiting, yet they didn't step down.
months had passed. their lives were supposed to have gotten better, but they could both see they were both suffering.
boxes still unpacked from when she first left, she had never gotten around to fully moving in. still suitcases and cardboard boxes laid around the kitchen of her new apartment.
she felt like she should open them, like she needed to. if not now, would she ever?
boxes full of old memories from her childhood, or stuffed animals she had always convinced lando to buy for her. until there was one box left untouched. she hadn't remembered packing this one.
carefully, she sliced the tape and pulled back the cardboard. she was speechless.
his race helmet. his race helmet he dedicated to her.
dedicated for the anniversary of the day they met. for the race of the country where their eyes first found each other.
it had details about her. her favorite colors, places, things. it had her name, big enough to see from a while away.
he loved this helmet. and he gave it to her.
all she could do now was hug the last remainder of him and cry. she wasn't sure if letting him go was the right or wrong decision, but it felt wrong to question it now.
when she pulled away from the helmet and sniffling her nose, she noticed a piece of paper lodged into the visor. carefully, she pulled it out, unfolding it to see the familiar and horrible handwriting of lando norris.
she was lucky she learned to read it over the years or she would've been screwed.
blue suitcase. for when you're ready.
out of all of the suitcases she had taken, only one was blue. the one he had packed.
she hastily picked herself off the floor, carefully setting the helmet down on the kitchen counter before dropping back down on her knees and desperately unzipped it.
she tossed through every pocket and article of clothing packed into the suitcase, inspecting every single item. until she found it.
of course, he had given her one of his hoodies, but it was not just any of his hoodies. once again, a favorite of his he wore regularly. he gave it to her. it smelled like him still. curse him for spraying cologne on it.
she felt the fabric beneath her fingertips before slipping it on. a smile crept onto her lips as she went and sat back down on her couch, the TV had been playing FP3 in the background before quali in a couple hours time.
she pulled her blanket back over her, slipping her hands into the pockets. her brows furrowed when she felt yet another piece of paper, pulling it out to reveal even more horrendous handwriting from her beloved racer.
will let me know you're watching?
any day now love.
when the nights get lonely, i'll be waiting.
whenever you're ready.
i miss you, i'm sorry
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HEYYY !! I have a request đŒwhat about reader who want to go out late a night to ser her friend having a hatd time without warning jason and suddenly jason come back of patrol more earlier and scold her , but reader is upset about jason reaction , but jason just want to protect her âŠ
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note. hiii! thank you sm for your request omg i love jason sm of course i'd do that ; worried jason is adorable, my boy is doing his best <3 feel free to request anything else!
You were supposed to be here. He left you alone in your apartment before he left for his night patrol. So why werenât you here anymore? Where were you? Jason thought he was about to go crazy. He was searching everywhere, calling your phone, but you werenât answering at all.
Yes, he came back earlier than usual, but it wasn't a reason to disappear, was it? What if something bad had happened while he was gone? Jason was making the worst scenarios in his head. Until he heard the sound of the door opening. He turned around and you arrived in the living room, a bit surprised.Â
You didnât have the time to say anything that Jason was standing in front of you, a visible frown across his eyebrows. âWhere the hell were you?!â His voice was too loud, too angry ; you didnât like that at all. You slowly raised an eyebrow at his tone, feeling the slight irritation growing inside of you.Â
âMy friend needed me, so I left to see her.â You explained but it didnât calm Jason at all. âYou know Gothamâs not safe at night. What if you got attacked, or worse?â He was clearly angry, but it simply made you angry too. You werenât a child, you didnât need him to act like he was your own father.Â
âQuit yelling at me, would ya?â Your tone was harsh, and it caught him off guard. He wasnât so used to any reaction like this from you, so he was taken aback. He was about to answer when you pointed at his chest, looking into his eyes. âI donât need you to protect myself, Jason. Iâm a grown adult!â And in those words, you left the living room to get locked up in the bathroom. You really needed a shower.Â
Jason stayed alone in here, standing up and a bit lost about what just happened. Did he get too far? He knew you were strong enough to defend yourself ; he loved you for that. But he couldnât help it ; he was always worried when he knew you were alone in the streets at night. He meant what he said: Gotham wasnât safe at all, and he knew what he was talking about.Â
He saw so many people get hurt without any reason, and he was just so scared to lose you. Anger was his only way to express those feelings, but making you mad was the last thing he ever wanted. So he sat on the couch and waited for you to get out of the bathroom. It took you long minutes, and he was almost falling asleep. Or at least, he would have if he wasnât thinking so much about what he wanted to tell you.Â
When you joined the living room again, your gaze met his figure and you rolled your eyes. You sat next to him in silence, hating this stupid sad look on his face. You hated to see it, but he needed to understand what was wrong. Jason took your hand softly in his. âLook at me, please⊠Iâm sorry baby, I didnât mean to react like this.â You turned around, meeting his eyes ; and he knew he wasnât lying. There was too much sincerity in it for that ; you knew him by heart.Â
You stayed silent, waiting for him to keep going for a moment. He breathed out softly, leaving a gentle kiss against your knuckles. âI was just⊠worried. Iâm always so scared when youâre alone out there. I know youâre strong ; but those guys can be crazy.â And how could you blame him? You knew Jason got through hell because of one of them. You finally completely turned to face him, grabbing both his hands between yours.Â
âIâm not angry because youâre worried. I am because you yelled at me like I was completely dumb and not careful.â He slowly nodded at your words, understanding that he didnât react the way he should have. Your hand gently moved to his cheek so you could stroke it with your thumb so slightly. Jason leaned onto your touch, eyes now closed at the feeling.Â
You felt like home for him, and heâd rather die than having to lose this feeling once more. He left a soft kiss against the palm of your hand, making you smile lightly. âIâd be careful with my reactions,â he told you, looking back at your eyes. You leaned forward a little, leaving a small peck against his lips. âAnd I wonât leave without telling you where I am.âÂ
A silent agreement, so things could work. Jason was making so many efforts for you, all the time ; the less you could do was to do some efforts too. Moreover, Jason was clearly worth it. The boy needed a comfort and safe place to calm his home ; and you were ready to be this for him.
thank you!!
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hello I would like to request Flo X reader fic. Where reader is touring with Harry styles. She plays guitar and Flo comes to his concert (she is friends with Harry) and meets Y/n and they hook up later that night (soft smut, maybe some praise or light choking?) . And then like a timeskip to their wedding. Harry gives a funny speech about how they met.
Sorry if it's too much. But this is one of my daydreaming scenarios. I trust you with doing it justice â€ïž
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paring: florence pugh x fem!reader
tag(s): fluff, nsfw, r is harry's friend, flo's also harry's friend, harry is like r's big bro
warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, oral sex, slight praise kink, slight choking kink, grammatical errors, unedited
word count: 3.1k
note: It's been a long time coming but here I am lol. I FUCKING LOVED YOUR IDEA ANON. I just love Florence and love Harry so this was on fucking top. I hope you like it, sooo sorry it took me soo long to post it. Love you all, M <3
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The screaming, the singing, the cheering, the whole whole scene just sent shivers up your spine.Â
You knew that it wasnât for you, not really. It was all for him and you couldnât be prouder of all the things he had accomplished. Sure, he was kinda like your boss, or so the two of you would joke, but in reality Harry was a really good friend of yours. He was the older brother you had never had.Â
A sad smile made its way over to your face as the show came to an end. It was always the worst part of the show, knowing that you would have to say goodbye to the unbelievably loud, fun, joyful atmosphere. But the thought of doing it all over again soon offered you some comfort.Â
And so it came to an end, as everyone hit the last chord and note, and as Harry said goodbye to every person in the stadium. A second later, all lights went out, and everyone went offstage.Â
âI could never get tired of this,â was the first thing you said as you all made their way into your dressing rooms.Â
âDamn right!â Sarah agreed. You took a quick glance at her and smiled as you watched her holding Mitchâs hand.Â
âThey always are so incredible,â Harry said from next to you. âYou guys are also incredible. I cannot thank you enough for being here.â
âGet out of here, you dork,â you playfully nudge your shoulder against him.Â
âI mean it,â he said, chuckling.Â
âI know you do,â you said, rolling your eyes at him.Â
âHarry!â you heard someone screaming behind you, causing the aforementioned to turn around.Â
âFlor?â he said as a blond woman came running closer. âFlor!â he said, this time sure, as he opened up his arms to hug the woman
She, pretty much, launched herself into his arms as he tightly hugged her. âYou were amazing! she said. âYou all were!â she finished as Harry let go of her.Â
âThank you, Flor. I didnât know you were actually coming,â you noticed that Harry couldn't stop smiling.Â
âI know, I didnât either. But I just thought I couldn't miss this, you know,â she nudged Harryâs side as you had done a few seconds before.Â
You cleared your throat getting Harryâs attention. âOh, right. Everyone, this is Florence, fellow actor,â he joked. âFlor, this is everyone: Mitch and Sarah,â he gestured to the couple. âElin, Niji, Pauli, Ny,â the four of them nodded and waved at her. âAnd lastly, but definitely not least, Y/n.â
âHello,â you smiled at her. âNice to finally put a face to your name.â
âLikewise,â she smiled back, her eyes not leaving your frame and you swore you felt your stomach flipping. âItâs nice to meet all of you, really,â Florence gently shook her head, snapping out of her own thoughts. âI just wanted to say âhiâ, I guess Iâll be on my wayâŠâ
âNo, donât leave,â Harry protested. âWe finally get to hang out. Have dinner with me, please,â he said, grabbing her hands. âY/n and I are going to this amazing restaurant and Iâm sure youâll love it.â
âOh, no. I donât want to intrudeâŠâ
âNot at all,â you quickly cut her off. âIt would be lovely to have someone helping me handle this one over here,â you motioned to Harry.Â
âRude,â he scoffed, as if he was actually hurt but there was a grin on his lips.Â
She chuckled, âIâm not sureâŠâ
âPlease, I insist.â
âShe insists,â Harry repeated your statement.Â
âI, umâŠâ Harry looked at her with puppy eyes. âFine, fine,â she gave up with a smile on her face. âBut dinnerâs on me.â
âNot a chance,â Harry said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
[...]
âSo, this Olivia girl is nuts,â you concluded.Â
âWell, I wouldnât use that word,â Harry said as he winced at your choice of word.
âYeah, sheâs mental,â Florence said otherwise, nodding at you.Â
âWas the movie good at least?â
âYou didnât watch it?â Harry asked, but your whole attention was on Florence.Â
âYeah, I guess so,â she answered you. âFans like it, critics thought it was alright. But the whole cast⊠there was some weird energy going onâŠâ she shrugged it off as she took a bite of her pasta.Â
âI canât believe you didnât watch my movie,â you heard Harry keep on complaining.
âIt must have sucked. Such great actors and good people were involved, all for her to ruin the whole thingâŠâ
âIâm your best friend, why didnât you watch it?â he said, turning his head to you so you couldn't ignore him anymore.Â
âJesus! Iâm sorry, okay,â you said defensively, making Florence chuckled. âIt just slipped out of my mind,â you said as a smile creeped on your lips, mirroring Florenceâs.
âYou are a bad friend.â
âIâm not.â
âYeah, you are,â he dramatically sighed. âBut thatâs okay, I still love you,â he said, placing a kiss on your forehead as he stood up. âIâm going to the loo, Iâll be right back.â
âHeâs such an ass,â you said, once he was gone, as you took a sip of water.Â
Florence giggled at your words. âHe is, isnât he?â She cleared her throat. âSo, I⊠I have to ask⊠Are you and Harry⊠you know likeâŠ,â she said, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks.Â
You quickly realised what she meant and almost choked on your water.Â
âNo! God, no,â you said, clearing your throat, causing Florence to both laugh and sigh in relief. âHeâs like my big brother. From the moment we met I just⊠I knew he would be a big part of my life, and he is⊠as my brother,â she nodded as a smile found its way to her lips. âPlus, heâs definitely not my type. Like at all, if you know what I mean,â you said, hiding behind your glass again.Â
âI think I do know what you mean,â Florence smiled at you in accompaniment.Â
âSo, you and him neverâŠâ
âNo,â she chuckled. âI mean we did kiss but it was just acting soâŠâ she trailed off, licking her lips which caused your eyes to quickly look at them.Â
âGood to know,â you said as you gulped down the lump that had formed in your throat.
[...]
âIâm sorry I have to leave early,â Harry mumbled disappointed.Â
âItâs okay. We had a lot of fun, right?â you winked at Florence to which she nodded. âDrive safe, H,â you mumbled as you hugged him goodbye.Â
âAlways,â he said as he let you go and went to hug Florence. âDonât be a stranger, okay, Flor?â
âI wonât,â she hugged him tightly. âI promise.â
âYou guys are sure you donât want me to dropâŠâ
âWeâll be fine,â you quickly cut him off.Â
âMâokay, Iâm leaving,â he said, making his way to his car. âGood night!â
âNight night!â you said back, watching his back as he left the two of you alone.Â
âSo, umâŠâ Florence said once she was sure her friend was gone. âWould you like to get some coffee back at mine?â you smiled as her cheeks turned red once again. âWell, itâs not mine. I donât live there, but I am staying there. So I guess it does count as mineââ she was rambling.Â
âI would love to,â you cut her off.Â
[...]
The moment the both of you stepped through the door, the coffee was long forgotten.Â
âIâve been waiting to do this the entire night,â she whispered on your lips.
You didn't know how it happened, but the glances on your way to Florenceâs house became featherlight touches and next thing you knew she was pushing you inside her house and her lips soon found yours. You werenât complaining though.Â
âOh, really?â you teased her as you bit her bottom lip.Â
âYes,â she said in between a soft moan, dragging you to the couch.Â
âWe are doing this here?â you said, as you kissed her neck.Â
âThe bedroom is too far away,â she said, already breathless, lying on the couch.Â
âItâs literally just ten moreâ.â
âJust shut up and kiss me,â she said cupping your cheeks, forcing her lips onto yours.Â
The kiss only became rougher as your tongue made its way past her lips, fighting against her own. You could still taste the wine she had earlier along with the ice cream she had for dessert. You moved your lips down, finding once again her sensitive skin and decided to leave your mark on her. Something for her to remember you afterwards.Â
âThatâs gonna leave a mark.â
âYeah, thatâs what I want,â you said as you kissed right where your teeth had been. âI donât want you to forget me so easily,â you chuckled, before sucking another part of her skin just to leave another bruise.Â
âTrust me, Iâm gonna remember this night.â
As best as you could, while still being on top of her, you stripped her out of her clothes. It wasnât that hard since she was wearing a dress, and she wasnât wearing a bra like she always would. The only thing keeping you from admiring the entirety of her body was the thin piece of cloth covering her centre.Â
âGod, you are breathtaking,â you said as your lips wrapped around her nipple.
âFuck,â Florence muttered as her head fell back, arching her back against the couch.Â
Slowly, you made your way down her body, your lips ghosting over where she needed you the most. You brushed your nose against her clothed clit, your hot breath on her making her squirm under you.Â
âY/nâŠâ she whined.Â
You licked up her slit, tasting her even through the thin fabric, making you moan into her at how wet she already was.Â
âJust take it off already, please.â
âSo eager, so wet for me⊠I like that,â you chuckled, before tugging down the piece of cloth with the help of your teeth.Â
As your tongue explored her sensitive centre, your right hand found its way up to her neck and slightly squeezed once you pushed your tongue inside her. You could feel her fast heartbeat under your hand, and decided to keep up with that pace as your tongue thrusted in and out of her.Â
You moved your tongue up, finding her clit and sucking hard on it while you used your free hand to push two fingers in her, making her moan out loud. You squeezed her neck a bit tighter, not tight enough to stop her from breathing, just to let her know she was being taken care of.Â
âShit, I wonât be able to hold back for longer,â she cried out, brows furrowed as you keep on working on her.Â
âThen donât hold back, baby,â your voice was muffled because of her cunt. âJust come for me, Flor.â
You thrusted even faster and harder, arching the tip of your finger just to hit her sweet spot, working your tongue rougher on her clit and a second later you felt her legs wrapping around your head as her whole body started to tremble and your name fell out of your lips. You helped her ride her orgasm as you squeezed her neck getting the best out of her as you swallowed every drop of her juices.Â
âYou did so good for me, babygirl,â you said as you went up to kiss her lips so she could have a taste of herself.
âBloody hell, Y/n. That was amazingâŠâ she struggled to speak the words out, she was completely breathless.Â
âWe are just getting started, sweetheart.âÂ
[...]
After that night, Florence and you exchanged numbers and found yourself reaching out for the other constantly. She would tell you about her job, and you would tell her about the tour. Some nights, when she had a free weekend, she would fly out to where you were and stay in the hotel with you. Those were the best nights ever, just the two of you cuddling and kissing and doing more than just kissing.Â
She was one of the best things that had ever happened in a long time, you wanted to let the whole world know she was now yours and you were hers. But if the whole world knew, then Harry would too. And neither of you were sure how he would take the news. You were scared to lose your best friend âyour brotherâ even if it sounded really silly, you were fucking his best friends after all.
There were so many times when you almost told him, after all when touring with your best friend he knew there was something going on with you, he just couldnât put his finger on it. He would watch as you giggled and smiled at your phone, or he would wonder why you started to stay at the hotels instead of going out with the whole group at night. He didnât want to intrude, so he settled for waiting for you to open up with him. But curiosity was eating him inside out, luckily for Harry, he would find some answers really soon.Â
First night in London was just around the corner, and Florence came along with it, since he decided to invite her to that show as well. You werenât aware of the arrangement until you stumbled into Harryâs dressing room and she was just sitting there.Â
âHi,â you said, with a tint of uncertainty.Â
âHi,â she just smiled at you and you felt your tummy shrinking.Â
âWhat are youâ? How? When?â you felt your anxiety creeping in.Â
âIâm seeing one of my best friends performing, and my girlfriend as a plus. How? Well, I guess Harry made it possible and when? I just got here, like twenty minutes ago,â she chuckled. âDo you not want me here?â she joked.Â
âNo!â you shook your head. âI mean, of course I want you here,â you said, getting closer to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your forehead on hers. âI justâŠ,â you sighed. âIâm sorry, I just freaked out because of Harry.â
âI know, love,â she said, caressing your arms. âI think we should tell him, maybe after the show.â
âYeah, I agree.â
âItâll go just fine, I promise,â she added, once she sensed your doubt. She cupped your cheeks searching for your eyes. âI promise, okay?â she reassured you.
âOkay,â you nodded, convincing yourself that Florence was right.Â
She couldnât help it and sealed the promise by softly kissing all your doubts and worries away. You didnât realise how badly you needed that kiss until your breath was taken away. It wasnât just a kiss, it was a caress to your uneasy heart and you felt your entire self melting into her, completely forgetting where the two of you were standing.Â
âSo this was it,â you heard someone say behind you.Â
A pair of stern green eyes met yours and you felt your heart drop to your stomach, but the cold green eyes quickly moved past you.Â
âI cant believe you are fucking my guitarist,â Harry simply said to Florence.
You didnât expect him to snap at Florence, but for some reason there he was doing exactly that.
âHarry!â you chimed in.
âWhat? It's true, isnât it?â he shrugged it off, not moving his eyes from Florence.
âItâs complicated,â she attacked him back.
âItâs not complicated. Are you or are you two not fucking? Simple as that.â
âItâs not just fucking,â he winced at the use of the âf-wordâ coming out of your lips. You were his best friend, almost like a sister and there he was finding out his âsisterâ was fucking his best friend. âThereâs more to it.â
âThis is what you had been hiding from me, isnât it? I knew there was something off with you. I just⊠I canât believe neither of you would tell me.â
âWe didnât do it on purpose, Harry,â Flo said.
âIt just happened,â his eyes softened once he found yours again. âWe didnât mean for it to happen, but it did, Hazz.â
âSo itâs not just, you knowâŠâ he didnât want to say âfuckâ again, he had had enough with that word when it came to you.Â
âNo, itâs notâ.â
âI love her,â Florence said.Â
âWhat?â you asked in disbelief, that was the first time she would say that.Â
âI do. I love you,â she said now to you. âYou feel like home, Y/n. And I want nothing more than to come home every night to you.â
You couldn't help the smile forming on your lips. âI love you too,â you said chuckling.Â
âGreat! I canât stay mad at you two if you keep on being this lovelyâŠâ Harry huffed. âYou know what, Iâm just gonna leave. We can talk about this later, or maybe not,â he said making his way to the door, but before he walked out he said: âThough, I want both of you to know that Iâm glad you two found each other⊠and that it was because of me.â
[...]
Three years later.Â
Harry cleared his throat before speaking. âI would like to start my best man speech by saying that these two lovebirds met because of me, so I am to thank that we are all gathered here, therefore you are all very welcome,â the room cheered for him, even though it was supposed to be yours and Florenceâs night. âWhen I first found out about them, I just freaked out,â the whole room bursted into laughter both yours and Florenceâs family and friends. âI did, I swear. I just couldn't believe it.â
âHarry!â you scolded him.
âY/n is like my little sister, â Harry completely ignored you. âAnd when I found out that my little sister was doing things⊠unthinkable, unspeakable, unpleasant things, with my so-called friendâŠâ
âHarry!â this time Florence said with a warning tone, making the whole room chuckled.
âI freaked out,â he smiled to himself remembering the moment. âBut now, standing here and celebrating their love on this glorious day, their wedding day, I just know it was meant to be. Y/n,â he said looking into your eyes. âYou know you feel like a sister to me,â you felt tears burning your eyes. âAnd I couldnât be happier knowing that you found the love of your life. And that itâs not just some random stranger you found online or something, â the room chuckled again. âBut itâs one of the best, kind, gentle souls I know,â you searched for Florenceâs hand, squeezing it. âIâm glad you found her, Flor. Iâm glad you found each otherâ his eyes were now locked on hers. âAnd Iâm glad you love her just as much as I do, maybe even more,â he winked at her. âSo,â he raised his glass of champagne, everyone following suit. âCheers to the both of you, for your undecaying love,â he was going to take a sip from his glass but he quickly added: âAnd cheers to me for bringing you two together.â
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Heyy!! I really love your modern!mizu work sm đđ𫶠I was wondering if you could please write how modern Mizu would act when her and reader have an argument? Tysm if u do!!
modern!mizu in arguments
tags: modern!mizu is rlly sweet but ngl u spooked her a sec , tw: midterms , college au , reader is lowk mean & crazy from all the stress , resolved in the end â„ïž
a/n: just bc i want to be leviâs wife doesnt mean iâm leaving mizu just yet <3 my past few quarters have been beating my ass (im finally surviving)
modern!mizu would be the type of person to get anxious if something goes wrong at the beginning of ur relationship
and let her fight or flight kick in
bc she let her guard down the first time around (thanks m*k*o)
tbh i wouldnt rlly imagine yall getting into a fight
but i feel if a fight did happen, it would most likely stem from misunderstanding and misinterpretations of what u guys say
for example, a small argument at the beginning spooked her due to her previous relationship having little to no communication
before the first argument, u had just gotten home from a long school day filled with lectures, annoying group mates, and a senseless amount of studying
midterm season was approaching
things were a lil tense
u had hoped to destress and maybe cuddle with ur gf instead of being crammed into a dorm with two other girls with their crazy studying schedules
only to find her busy with her work
âIâm home!â, you yell into the hallway. The rain had just started pouring and you were sopping wet. Thank goodness your laptop was safe, but the rest of your clothes werenât.
âAnyone home? Hello?â
Frustratedly, you jangle the keys out of the door. They sure wanted to be stubborn with you today after ALL the things you witnessed today.
An early lecture class that you were half awake at. A failed attempt at working with your group mates for your communications class, with Akemi being the only person that actually showed up. Your teacher becoming the strictest theyâve ever been. It wasnât your fault that heâs going a divorce, but it sure feels like it.
And after all that came your awaited time to study. Only to find your favorite places filled to the brim with students who giggled and gossiped in their corners, making the noises grow larger and larger. God, freshman are the worst.
You were on the verge of insanity.
The sudden change in weather nearly pushed you to your edge.
Arriving at the apartment sopping wet, you were relieved to finally take off your wet shoes by the door, hoping to finally unwind and let go of the annoyance of the day.
With no answer to your call, you assumed it was an empty apartment and huffed, attempting to let go of all the stresses from the day. You hung your bag, letting it dry from the pouring rain. Little did you know how fucked you would be when you opened the bag to find your lecture notes, damp from the rain.
Sent over the edge, you throw your notebook onto the kitchen counter in an attempt to dry the papers. You were so screwed if they werenât dry by the midterm this week.
You cursed as you dig up the rest of the contents in your bag, only to find them damp and wet from the rain. The only thing that truly stayed dry was your laptop due to its case.
âGod, fucking damnit.â, you swore to yourself, continuing to lay out all the contents.
First, your things needed to dry NOW. Without those notes, you would be going into that midterm blind.
Now, it was you next.
You stormed into Mizuâs bedroom, fueled with rage and annoyance from everything today. It all felt like it was crashing down with every step you took. The tiredness, the annoyance, the wetness, the heavy weight of your drenched clothes. You couldnât wait to take off everything and be dry & clean.
The door swings open right in front of you, hitting you face first. You step back to find Mizu with headphones on, wide-eyed, realizing what she just did. In the brief silence, you could hear the faint noise of the drums and bass being blasted into her headphones.
That was your final straw.
âOh shit, sorry Y/N, I didnât know you were home-â
âYou couldnât hear me lose my shit just now?â, you snapped. âReally now?â
âY/N? Whatâs going on?â
At this point, you were too tired to care.
âWhatâs going on is that Iâm wet, Iâm fucked for my midterm tomorrow, and I just- I just need to go take this shit off.â, you huff, pushing past Mizu.
Before you can even move past her, Mizu grabs your forearm, pulling you back from your momentum.
"Hey.", Mizu said in a sincere tone while squeezing your arm, hoping to meet your gaze.
"What.", you snapped at her.
"I'm not the only person who's busy here.", she retorted.
You looked back to spot her eyes, dead and exhausted, forming dark spots under her eyes. You could tell how worn out she was, staring at formulas and mismanaged group projects all day. Her dull hair was in a disheveled bun, barely hanging onto the butterfly clip you had bought her a few weeks ago.
"Look, I've been working on these midterm projects all day too. My project group mates barely did their shit and our capstone check-in is coming in so soon⊠I need to catch up now andââ
âCould you at least be aware of your surroundings when you do work on your projects?â, you scoff as you past her and grab a towel and a hair dryer.
You walk back to your damp belongings, hoping you make it in time to minimize the damage. What you didnât expect was your girlfriend also following your footsteps.
âY/N, pleaseâŠâ
You wipe your chargers and pencil cases dry. Youâre glad theyâre safe and secure. As for your notes, you fear thatâs a different story.
âHoneyâŠâ
You heard her but to be frank, your priorities was your drenched notebook, currently sopping up all the rainwater. You plug in the hairdryer and immediately get to work, hoping itâll be enough to save you for the midterm coming next week. Some of the ink starts to bleed. You can only hope for readability as the pages on the notebook start to lighten.
âY/N.â, she calls out.
You turn up the heat settings of the hairdryer as you continue to point the air on the important notes. It becomes more readable.
âY/N!â
âWHAT.â, you snap back.
You look back in annoyance and see Mizu behind you with a house fan in her hands, eyes widen. You fear your response was a little too loud as you spot the power cord tremble in her hands.
Oh MizuâŠ
âUm, Iâll just put the fan here.â, Mizu states, whipping around in hopes of plugging in the fan quickly.
âMizu, wait, I didnât mean toââ
âNo, itâs okay.â, she cuts you off. âIâll just⊠um⊠Iâll justââ
You can hear the stammer in her voice. You reach for her arm before she can hide away. Itâs cool to the touch, almost cold.
âMizu, Iââ
She turns around to look at you. Her eyes used to look tired but now theyâre so shaken. God, you forgot how much words hurt.
âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have snapped at your earlier and now. I was so absorbed and stressed with midterms and the rain and everything about today. Iâm so sorry, I should not have exploded like that in front of your face, especially since you have midterms as well. Mizu, Iâm just soââ
âOverwhelmed?â
You sigh, âVery.â
A small smile grows on Mizuâs face. You let go of her forearm and smile back.
âMe too honey. Me too.â, she sighs in relief. âCâmere.â
Her left arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to her side. Were you a little damp? Yeah. Did she care at this moment? Not a chance.
âAfter we get these notes all nice and dry, do you want to take a nice, warm bath and youâll talk about your day and Iâll talk about mineâŠâ
Your face warms up as her hand starts to slowly feel up and down your side. Her touch felt so warm and welcoming.
âMmhmâ, you hum in agreement.
Her mouth slowly inched towards your ear, her breath dancing over your lobes.
âand maybe, afterwards, some de-stressing?â, she hints, breathily. You donât need to look at her to know sheâs smirking.
âI wouldnât be opposed.â, you tease.
Besides, Ringo wouldnât be back until next week.
Mizu places a kiss on your cheek. She plugs the fan, double checking to make sure it is aiming at your notebook, as well as your bag.
âThank you for your helping, Mizu.â, you say as you kiss her on the cheek.
âNo worries.â, Mizu says as she grins, pulling you to her again to steal another kiss. âWeâre both stressed, we need breaks every once in a while.â
âHmm, I wouldnât count that last part as a breakââ, you jokingly question.
âItâs a maybe⊠just putting the thought out there.â, Mizu defends, putting her hands up.
After your notebooks are dry, you notice that most of your notes are fine. Thankfully, you remembered Akemi was in the class and were able to get her digital notes from her iPad.
As shitty as your day first started, it couldnât come close to the end of your day. You got your hot bath and rant, as promised. And maybe that last step too.
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Our Precious Assistant Pt. 4 (Cross Guild x Reader)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, gn afab! Reader, a man being a creep (donât worry he gets whatâs coming), canon typical violence, dom! Mihawk, dom! Crocodile, sub! Buggy, sub! Reader, oral, facefucking, PiV sex, choking, creampie
WC: 6k
Summary: You get the privilege of joining your bosses/ partners at a gala event- purely on a precessional level (unfortunately). But when someone thinks that they can be rude to you- touch you even- itâs time to remind everyone of how terrifying each member of the Cross Guild is.
Notes: oh man this is the longest part yet (which is only a small part of why it took so long I canât really lie). I hope the wait is worth it and that you too love these pirates being violent
You had seen the invite to the gala before Crocodile showed it to you in his office. All three leaders of the Cross Guild had received an invitation to this gala- a premier event for the criminals of the sea. You thought nothing of it as you slipped them into everyoneâs stacks of papers. They got invites to events all of the time but almost never accepted, Buggy being the only one who would show face consistently. So when Crocodile calls you in and slides the invitation across his desk to you, youâre confused.
âIt arrived this morning, I assume you are going to turn it down but I didnât want to send it back before you all agreed that you werenât going.â You turn the invitation towards you, admiring the minimalist graphic style.
âYou know me so well.â Crocodile smiles as he leans back in his chair. âAnd normally I wouldnât go but I got a call from an old colleague who says he might have some information for the guild. Heâs going to be there so it makes sense if we go.â
You nod and pick up the invitation, slipping it into your clipboard. âSo just you or will Buggy and Mihawk also go?â
âAll of us are going. And if you are interested, you should come along with us.â
âAs⊠your date or as your assistant?â Youâre caught off guard. While the four of you have no problem here at the office, youâve put in work to make sure no one outside of the Cross Guild knew any of you were involved. It didnât upset you at all- you knew how much danger you were in simply from being their assistant, being their significant other would be a huge point of vulnerability for them. Not to mention what people would think if they found out the leaders of the Cross Guild were romantically and sexually involvedâŠ
âAs our assistant. But we do want you to be included.â Crocodile confirms your thoughts and you canât help but smile when he says he wants to include you.
âWell I canât really say no to something a part of the job can I?â You tease.
âNo, I guess you canât. Oh and tell Buggy to take you shopping, he knows what will match with our formal outfits.â Crocodile is already back to work and you leave his office with a bounce in your step. You go right to Buggyâs office, knocking once before entering.
âWho is it-â His voice is annoyed before he sees itâs you and when he does his entire demeanor shifts. âMy favorite assistant!â
âYour only assistant.â You walk over to where heâs sitting- that ridiculous green sofa- and place a kiss on his cheek.
âPlease donât tell me itâs more things I have to sign.â He eyes your clipboard and you shake your head.
âActually itâs something fun. Iâm joining you guys at that gala in a week and Crocodile says you need to help me pick out an outfit.â Buggy lights up at the prospect, flinging whatever he was working on across the room.
âBuggy- not right now you have work to do.â You remind him and he deflates. You pat him on the back. âBut sometime this week ok we will make a date.â
âFineeeeeeee.â Buggy detaches a hand to grab the paperwork he flung across the room. âBut Mihawk and Crocodile canât come they make shopping no fun.â
You think shopping with them could be fun for you, but with how they treat Buggy? Itâs probably just another form of torture for him. Sure, torture that he signs up for and likes, but torture. You know Buggyâs schedule so you pencil yourself in for an evening later in the week and leave him to work.
Even though you are going as their assistant there is still a thrill knowing youâll get to be with them at an event like this. Just being a part of their lives and worthy of being in the public face filled you with a sense of pride. You go through the rest of the week with a spring in your step as you daydream about what the gala will be like.
Shopping with Buggy was a crazy evening. He has a deceptively keen eye for fashion and after trying on countless outfits at dozens of stores the two of you finally agree on an outfit. Itâs sleek and black- made out of a shiny silky fabric that is smooth against your skin. The silhouette is simple but well cut and tailored to the planes of your body. Your accessories are all gold, the accent color that Buggy said the rest of them would be wearing. The whole thing together makes you feel rich and regal. And since Buggy was footing the bill you donât have to worry about how crazy expensive everything probably is.
Before you knew it you were putting on that outfit for the event, pacing your living room as you wait for your boyfriends to come pick you up. You have to tap down some of your feelings though, you know how important it is to not outwardly show your relationship with your bosses. But that all goes out the window the second you hear a knock on your door. Bolting to the door and trying not to trip in your dress shoes you throw open the door and see your boys all dressed up.
Itâs not a big leap for Crocodile and Mihawk but itâs still a change. Crocodile has traded his normal vest and cravat in for a simple black three piece suit with a black button up shirt. A dark green tie sits around his neck while all his accessories are still his trademark gold. Mihawk has ditched his typical coat, trading it in for a long tailed suit jacket around his mostly unbuttoned white shirt. You can see in the lining of the tails a rich gold fabric that matches his eyes.
And then there is Buggy. You half expected him to be in a regular clown outfit but he had actually gotten put together himself. He was wearing pinstripe suit with a shiny gold vest underneath and his white gloves had been traded in for black ones and his hair was up in a ponytail. In his hands he held a comically large bouquet. All four of you spend a few seconds just staring at each other and you blush under the gaze of all three men.
âI mean I know I saw you in this before but- damn.â The second those words leave Buggyâs mouth Mihawk slaps him upside the head.
âHe means you look ravishing.â Mihawk says, his golden eyes piercing through you.
âWell, you three donât look so bad yourself.â Itâs hard not to stare at them in their well tailored suits and you can feel your gaze dragging over their forms as well.
You see Crocodile check his watch and sigh. For a second you wonder if youâre behind schedule but Crocodile explains his thoughts. âWe should have budgeted some time to ruin you.â
Your face heats up at the casual way he says and you grab the bouquet from Buggy to hide behind. âNext time.â
âNext time.â Crocodile is happy with your answer and you quickly run back into your place to put the bouquet in water before joining them outside the door. Buggy links his arm through yours and you feel Crocodileâs hand at your shoulder as you follow Mihawk out.
The travel was short and filled with planning- who they were actually going to talk to, when they would do their actual meeting, and then what time they were leaving. While they talked you leaned on Mihawkâs shoulder while Crocodile had his hand on your knee. You soaked up the bits of intimacy knowing youâd have to keep to yourself for most of the night. Well. Buggy could probably get away with some occasional touches and no one would bat an eye, but thatâs besides the point.
You peel yourself away from Mihawk and Crocodile as you arrive at your destination. A large white mansion stands before you, warm lights illuminating the stone. Chatter fills the air as some other attendants hang outside, most casting curious glances towards your arrival. It gave you some relief that most were looking at your bosses and not you as you followed closely behind the three. Thatâs the good part, you suppose, about being around three of the most powerful men on all of the seas. You donât have to worry about anyone bothering to judge you.
You follow only a pace behind the three of them as they walked into the mansion and once again, you were in awe. Enormous crystal chandeliers hung in high vaulted ceilings, warm lights scattered across the wide ballroom space. Almost everyone you see is someone important and if you hadnât been dealing with your bosses for as long as you have you would have been much more nervous just entering the space. You still find your heart skipping beats as you do your best not to attract unwanted attention.
Almost immediately you spot the man Crocodile came here to see, a spindly middle aged man scurries over in a suit so ill fitting you can see Mihawk cringe. The kind of man you donât want to look at in a room full of powerful and attractive people- which you suppose is the goal if youâre an information broker.
âSylas.â Crocodile greets the man with a simple nod.
âSir Crocodile it is so good to see you after such a long time you know-â You tune the man out as he rambles on, you realized early on in your job that people take any opportunity to endear themselves to your bosses with probably made up stories or long forgotten memories of the one time they met. Luckily your bosses never really put up with small talk for too long.
âDo you have a room where we can talk business?â Crocodile cuts Sylas off mid sentence and you see the other man quickly adjust.
âYes- yes of course uh- right this way.â Sylas begins walking off towards the far edge of the ballroom and Crocodile trails behind him. Buggy grabs a flute of champagne from a nearby tray, downing it in one gulp before running after the two.
âHave a good time, we will meet up again once this business is over.â Mihawk says with a flash of a smile before striding away, leaving you alone.
You stand there for a second, trying to figure out your next move. You hadnât expected them to take off so soon so you adjusted your night in your head and decided to follow Mihawkâs guidance. You were going to have a good time. Which, of course, starts at raiding the snack table.
You fill up a plate with as many hors dâoeuvres as you possibly can. Small savory pastries, cured meats and cheeses, and fruits and vegetables prepared in ways youâve never seen before are all stacked carefully on your plate as you make your way over to an unoccupied table along the edge of the ballroom floor.
Snacking away happily, you watched pairs of elegantly dressed people dance across the floor to a live string quartet. This was the kind of scene you imagined in your childhood, you were almost surprised scenes like this actually happened. A part of you longs to be able to be out on that dance floor with your partners- Buggy and Mihawk would be great dancers you bet- but you push that feeling down with another small block of cheese.
âIs this seat taken?â A voice from your side startles you, and you look up to see a well-dressed man smiling down at you. His blond hair is short and slicked back, not in a way you find particularly attractive but not so offensive itâs ugly. Overall he looked very painfully average.
âOh- no, feel free to sit.â You werenât going to be rude to anyone here- you donât know who this person could be connected to and even if you donât hold a powerful position you were still a representative of the Cross Guild tonight.
He takes a seat directly next to you and props and elbow on the table. âIâm just surprised to see someone so gorgeous sitting alone at a table looking so dejected.â
âOh- I mean-â Youâre a bit embarrassed that it showed so clearly that you were missing the presence of your boyfriends but mostly youâre knocked off guard by the flirting. It had been a bit since anyone but your partners flirted with you. âThank you.â
âIâm sure I could cheer you up with a dance?â He leaned in a bit closer and you felt yourself leaning away.
âThanks, really, but Iâm fine right now.â You hope he drops it- but of course he doesnât.
âWhy not? You waiting for someone? Cause where Iâm sitting you were left all alone. Not very smart.â His words send a slight panic through you.
âIâm just not in the mood.â Your tone drops, no longer being nice and trying to let him down easy.
âOh come on donât be like that.â His smile is nauseating.
No longer in the mood to even be around him you stand up to leave without a word. You only make it a few paces before you feel a strong grip on your wrist yank you back.
âI said- donât be like that.â You turn around and see him glaring at you- this is a man who has clearly not been told no many times in his life. His grip is strong though, and you feel his fingers dig in deeper as you try to yank your arm away. Youâre only vaugley aware of the small scene being created as you stop trying to pull away, realizing you wonât beat him in a strength contest.
âLet me go.â Your voice is low and even- a threat.
âAnd what are you going to do about it?â His smug grin has you seeing red.
One of the many benefits to being in a relationship with three incredibly powerful men is that all of them had taught you how to defend yourself. After all that practice it was surprisingly easy to use his grip on you to yank him closer, throwing him off balance. Finally at this distance you want him you kick your sharp dress shoe up- right into his crotch. He doubles over in wordless pain and as his grip leaves your wrist you throw out a quick jab, your fingers hitting him directly in the throat. Only able to keep himself upright for a second he collapses to the ground at your feet.
âHey- woah whatâs the scene-â Youâre vaugley aware of Buggyâs voice and you look up to see him pushing his way through the crowd that had gathered around you. As he finally reaches the inner circle he locks eyes with you. His gaze flickers down to the man on the floor for a second before coming back up to you. He realizes what happened.
âAnd thatâs what happens when you step up to any member of the Cross Guild. Even our assistants are fearsome fighters!â Buggy is by your side in a flash, hand around your shoulder, showboating you around. As he does so though, he leans in close and whispers. âWanna go home?â
You nod and by that time Mihawk and Crocodile have split the crowd themselves and are looking at the scene. Something is wordlessly exchanged between the three of them and Buggy pushes you to Mihawk, who places his hand lightly on your shoulder. You let yourself be guided away from the crowd, not looking back to see how Crocodile and Buggy are going to handle the situation.
The trip home is fuzzy, you know the second you were away from prying eyes Mihawk had pulled you into his side but your mind was unfocused. You really donât snap back into your body until youâre back in your shared bedroom and sitting on the bed with Mihawk. His slender fingers delicately pick up your wrist and he holds it up to look at it. You see the bruises starting to form and Mihawk frowns.
âWe shouldnât have left you alone.â His fingers slip from your wrist to your hand, intertwining with your own.
âWell- I mean clearly those fighting lessons paid off.â You joke, but your heart isnât really in it.
âI should have never put you in the position where you had to use them.â His other hand rests on your knee and you canât help but lean into him, your head on his shoulder.
âIâm sorry I caused a scene.â You mumble, still embarrassed at how many people saw what happened.
âHey- look at me.â Mihawk shifts to face you and you look up at him. âNone of that was your fault. Itâs that lowlifeâs fault for thinking he could lay a hand on you.â
âI know I just- I feel bad that Buggy and Crocodile have to go and smooth everything overâŠâ
Mihawk looks confused and you tilt your head in equal levels of confusion. âLove, they arenât smoothing things over.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âThey are making an example of that man. No one gets to touch you like that and get away with it.â Youâve been around all of them long enough to know exactly what âmaking an exampleâ really means. They were turning that guy into a bloody pulp.
âOh.â Is all you can manage, working through the image of Buggy and Crocodile torturing that piece of shit. It should disturb you on some level, you know exactly how much violence these men hold inside them, but for some reason it doesnât disturb you at all. A sick joy fills your chest as you imagine the scene- Crocodileâs hook through the man while Buggyâs various daggers carve into him.
Maybe youâve been around them too long, but honestly you donât care. Youâre not sure youâve ever felt so loved before.
âNo one gets to hurt you.â Mihawk pulls your hand up and places a delicate kiss on your wrist over the forming bruises. âNot without consequences.â
He continues to kiss around the darkening marks, taking his time to reach every area of effected skin. The contact and the thoughts of violence still at the edge of your thoughts make your head feel light and fuzzy- in a good way this time, unlike the dissociation you were plagued with earlier. Mihawk presses a kiss to your pulse point and smirks into your skin.
âYour heart is racing.â He states it as a fact and holds your arm out a bit straighter so he can kiss his way up your forearm to the inside of your elbow. He slowly works his way upwards until heâs stopped by the fabric of your clothes. Pausing for only a second he gently pulls you closer, nuzzling in under your jaw and lightly nipping the skin there.
âMihawk.â You say with shaky breath, your hand gripping his shoulder.
âYes my love?â He pauses only for a second before continuing to cover your neck in kisses.
âMore- please-â Your fingers dig into the expensive fabric of his jacket, slipping as he sits up.
âWhatever you want.â He places a kiss on your cheek before turning his attention to delicately disrobing you. Deft hands carefully took off your expensive clothing, moving painfully slow as his hands wandered over every new exposed expanse of skin.
Heâs careful with your clothing- a contrast to Crocodile and Buggy who youâre confident would have just ripped it off your body with little thought. Not that you would have minded but thereâs something about the way he treats the fabric (and you) so delicately that has heat pooling in your stomach.
Itâs not long before youâre naked and laid out on the bed, breath heavy from just the act of him undressing you. Mihawk hasnât done the same for himself, only having taken off his jacket and shoes. You feel the lavish silk of his white dress shirt drag up your body as he crawls over you. When his face is finally level with yours he pauses and you get a few moments to stare up at him, appreciating the sharp lines of his face and bright gold of his eyes. But the few moments are quickly over as he presses his lips to yours.
Mihawk has always been the slowest out of your three partners. Buggy is always needy and Crocodile has never quite learned how to be truly patient. Mihawk on the other hand? It must be something in his swordsman training that led him to understand pacing and the virtue of being slow. Itâs minutes of deliberate kisses before Mihawkâs tongue presses to your lips, pushing in and tangling in your own. Every movement is purposeful as you let him take over your senses with just a kiss.
Youâve lost track of time when he finally decides to move lower, kissing a path down your neck, on the ridge of your sternum, over your stomach, and finally down to your pelvis. He still takes his damn time there, sucking bruises into your inner thighs as your hands grip into his pitch black hair.
âThought-â You whine as he nips lightly at your delicate skin. âThought I was going to get whatever I wanted.â
You see gold eyes look up at you, a mischievous spark playing in them. âWell you have to ask first.â
âMihawk please-â Your fingers grip tighter in his hair but heâs unfazed.
âYou know Iâll do whatever you ask.â His chin rests on the top of your thigh now, fully waiting for direction.
âJust- eat me out- please.â You voice is breathy and whiny.
âWhatever you ask.â And in a blink his mouth is on your folds, right where you need him.
Heâs precise and deliberate in every single one of his movements. His tongue swirls around your clit while his long fingers hold your folds open. He alternates between swirling and sucking, working at a languid pace that keeps you near your peak of pleasure without ever tipping you over. Itâs not frustrating though, you find yourself getting lost in the high and forgetting all about the unpleasantness of the night. Your world goes fuzzy as Mihawk takes you apart, so much so that it takes Mihawk stopping his movements to realize the bedroom door has opened.
âNow this is a good welcome home.â Crocodileâs deep voice sounds from the doorway and your brain finally catches up as you turn your head to see him and Buggy.
Crocodile had lost a few layers since you last saw him; his jacket, vest, and cravat missing leaving him in only his dark pants and white shirt. His hook was slick with blood, dripping down onto the dresser where he sets it down after he takes it off his arm. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and you can see splatters of dark blood on the white fabric. A single piece of his black hair hangs in his face as he flashes you a wide predatory grin.
Buggy is much more disheveled. His jacket is gone and his shirt is close to soaking in blood. His face paint is smeared and his shirt has been untucked from his pants and as he waves at you you see only one glove is still on his hands.
âYou like that donât you?â Mihawk has crawled up your body again, voice in your ear.
âHm?â You donât look away from Crocodile and Buggy as they kick off their shoes and accessories.
âSeeing them all bloody.â Mihawkâs fingers play at your folds. âYou got even more soaked when you saw them.â
As much as you didnât want to admit it- yes. There was something so primal about seeing those two fresh from violence- violence they enacted for you. You didnât think your boyfriends could get any hotter but seeing them covered in blood has your cunt throbbing for them.
âBuggy here actually did a good job for once.â Crocodileâs hand grips Buggyâs waist and pulls him in. âEven I gotta admit heâs damn good with those daggers. Even if heâs messy.â
âI mean- I had to make it a good show.â Buggy laughs nervously but itâs quickly swallowed by Crocodile shoving his tongue down Buggyâs throat. Now you put together that most of Buggyâs disheveled look was because Crocodile couldnât keep his hands to himself on the way home. Seems like you werenât the only one getting off on the violence.
You were enraptured watching Crocodile kiss Buggy, his hand at the back of Buggyâs neck holding him in place. You feel Mihawkâs grin against your neck.
âHow about you show them how thankful you are?â He whispers into the shell of your ear and you have never heard a better idea.
You push yourself off the bed and walk over to the pair and eagerly sink to your knees in front of them. Crocodile pulls away from Buggy to grin down at you, his hand coming to pet your head.
âWhatâs this?â Crocodileâs hand travels from the top of your head down to your chin, fingers titling your head up to look into his eyes.
âI want to say thank you.â You smiled up at him, Buggy already fiddling with his belt in your peripheral vision.
Crocodileâs thumb left your chin to press at your bottom lip and you open up, allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth. You open your mouth wider as you swirl your tongue around the digit, letting him get a good view of you work. He chuckles as he watches you, pupils blown out in desire.
âAlways so good for us, arenât you?â Crocodile slides his thumb out of your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva down your bottom lip to your chin. âGo ahead, say thank you.â
Your hands immediately fly to his belt and as you work it open you cast a glance to your left to see Buggy still standing close. His pants are down and heâs holding his cock at its base while Mihawk whispers something in his ear. You can make out what heâs saying but itâs clearly effecting Buggy as you watch the way his dick twitches in his hand.
Finally through the belt and fly you pull Crocodileâs pants down, his cock springing up after being released from its confines. Waisting no time you lick from his base all the way up to the tip before taking just his tip into your mouth. Youâre messy, letting saliva drip down and coat his length to ease the way for your hand to slowly pump up and down what wasnât in your mouth. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement and you look up to see Buggy trying to move away but being held in place by Mihawk.
âFor once Buggy youâve actually earned some attention, isnât that right?â Mihawk smiles down at you and you pull off Crocodile, nodding.
You lick your palm and gently move Buggyâs hand off himself, replacing it with your grip. Glancing up at Crocodile, you check with him that itâs alright to divide your attention and he gives you a small nod.
âCome a little bit closer Bug.â He listens (or Mihawk pushes him) and stands hip to hip with Crocodile, angled in to give you better access.
You press sloppy kisses at the base of his cock, making sure to keep steadily pumping Crocodile while you do so. Your thumb collects the precum gathering at Buggyâs tip and you pull away to dramatically lick it off your thumb. Buggy is transfixed but nervous, his hands clenching and unclenching by his side.
âBuggy?â You look up at him, eyes wide to play with your faux innocent tone.
âY-Yeah sweetheart?â His voice is breathy.
âArenât you going to accept my thanks? You did such a good jobâŠâ You nuzzle your face along the side of his cock, letting his tip slide up your cheek.
âFuck.â He breaks your gaze to look at Crocodile, still fearful of breaking the regular order of how things work.
âDonât be ungrateful.â Crocodile warns and thatâs all that Buggy needs to take his still gloved hand and fist it in your hair. You hear Mihawk chuckle and see him move away, sitting on the bed to watch the show.
Finally satisfied Buggy will actually enjoy the experience you take him into your mouth, tongue flattening as you swallow most of his length in one go. The grip on your hair tightens and Buggy swears above you as you suck up and down his length.
âAlright, back to me now.â A second hand grips the back of your head, pulling you off of Buggy and shoves your face back in front of Crocodileâs cock.
You let Crocodile guide your mouth onto his length and push you down till your nose is pressed up against his skin. He holds you there until you gag and then pulls you off again, spit connecting your mouth to his dick as you gasp for breath. Just as you catch it itâs Buggyâs hand that redirects you back to him, following Crocodileâs actions and pushing you eagerly down his length.
They trade off like this for a while and you relish in letting yourself be used like this, thoughts leaving your head as the two of them fuck your face. Buggy is the first to crack, hips stuttering and a high pitched whine leaving him as Crocodile pulls you off his length.
âShit-â You see his ungloved hand clamp around his base and his eyes screw shut, clearly trying to stave off his orgasm.
âWhat do you think Crocodile?â Mihawkâs slightly amused voice sounds behind you.
âI think he gets a treat.â Crocodileâs hand leaves you to grip the back of Buggyâs neck, pulling him closer to Crocodile so he can nip at his collarbone. âFor once you deserve to cum first.â
âY-Yeah?â Buggyâs eyes shoot open, flicking between you and Crocodile.
âWhere do you want to cum Buggy?â You shift so youâre fully facing him, smiling wide.
âFuck I- shit-â Buggyâs mind races as Crocodile licks up the column of his neck to his jaw. âFace- Please-â
âGood choice. Go on, make a mess of that pretty little face.â Crocodile says in Buggyâs ear, grinning down at you.
You let your mouth hang open as Buggy furiously pumps his length and as his breath hitches you let your eyes fall closed and feel stripes of cum hit your face and tongue. You crack your eyes open when you feel the tip of Buggyâs cock smear his cum over your lips and you fight the urge to close your mouth and swallow whatâs on your tongue.
âNow thatâs a sight.â Crocodileâs hand comes down to your chin and tilts and turns it to get every angle. âYou can swallow now.â
With permission you finally close your mouth and get rid of some of the salty taste. Crocodileâs pointer finger comes up and drags up your cheek where some of Buggyâs release landed and collects it. You expect him to bring it to your mouth but instead it comes up to Buggyâs.
âBut you can help clean up, canât you?â Crocodile grins almost maliciously but Buggy has no problems opening up and cleaning off Crocodileâs finger with his tongue.
Transfixed by the scene you donât notice Mihawk until his hand is on your shoulder and you look up to see him with a washcloth in his hand. âSomeone has to actually clean up.â
The warm, damp washcloth feels good on your face and you are very appreciative of Mihawk not letting you feel too dirty for too long. When heâs done he pulls you up to your feet, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he leans in to whisper in your ear.
âNow Crocodileâs reward, what do you say?â You nod and eagerly get on the bed. On your hands and knees you arch your back, pressing your chest to the sheets as you held your ass in the air.
Crocodile passes Buggy over to Mihawk before stalking over to you. You always felt like prey under his gaze and it thrilled you to no end. His hand smooths over your back and then harshly grabs a handful of your ass.
âYou always know just what I need, donât you. What a good little assistant.â You crane your neck to see him as he spreads your ass cheeks, groaning when he sees how soaked you are.
âI know Hawkeyes did a number on you but Iâd bet good money most of this is you getting off on being a fucktoy huh?â Heâs kneeling on the bed behind you now, fingers playing on the outside of your folds.
âJust-â You whine as Crocodile presses close to you, his chest over your back and his dick pressed against your entrance. âJust wanted to be good for you-â
âOh doll youâre always so good for us.â He kisses up your spine as his tip presses into you. âAnd now everyone knows not to fucking touch you.â
He slams into you all at once, shoving you down into the bed as you loudly moan. Gripping the sheets tight under you, you do your best just to keep yourself upright as Crocodile fucks you at a relentless pace. His hand holds your hip and gives his thrusts extra power as he takes over all movement, letting you turn over all power to him.
âDo you like that we hurt that man for you?
That we humiliated him before killing him in front of all those people?â His voice is barely more than a growl as he loses himself in the feeling of your tight walls.
âFuck- yes- I do-â You admit, voice muffled by the sheets your face is being shoved into with every harsh thrust.
âThatâs fucking right- youâre just as twisted as us arenât you?â
You can only whine in response as his pace picks up, the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the space between his words. Crocodile spits out praises as he hammers into you and you know neither of you are going to last much longer.
âOh youâre close- you get so fucking tight-â Crocodileâs hand leaves your hip and wraps around your throat, pulling you up so your back is flush against his chest. The new angle has your toes curling. âNeed you to cum all over my cock- thatâll be my reward huh?â
You canât nod with his grip on your throat but the moan you release at his words is probably answer enough. The angle, the way his hand is restricting your airway just enough, his filthy words right in your ear- itâs all too much. Your arms come up and around to wrap tightly around Crocodileâs neck as your orgasm takes you.
Crocodile doesnât let up though, biting down into your shoulder as his pace stutters before one final deep thrust as he spills inside you. He holds you there for a few moments, pressing a kiss to the spot on your shoulder where he left a bite mark. Gently he lets you down while finally pulling out, the mixture of his and your cum finally dripping out of you.
Exhausted, youâre not sure who cleans you up but soon you find Buggy laying in bed with you and you curl up into his side as you wait for the other to join you in bed. It doesnât take them long- or you fell asleep for a bit- but soon the bed is full and youâre surrounded by body heat.
Maybe it should disturb you how much you relished in seeing Buggy and Crocodile covered in blood, the sick joy you felt when you heard what happened. But when your nights end like this- warm, safe, protected- you realize you donât care. This was your life now, why not love every aspect of it?
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i love your lessi fics so much<3 could you do a j flex x non footballer reader where they are both really shy and r goes to a chelsea match and sees jessie after the match but the other tease them and they both get flustered or smthn? thank you!!!
a couple of shy guys - jessie fleming
jessie fleming x reader
description: in which being your girlfriendâs wag still makes her extremely shy
warnings: swearing, suggestive
a/n: hiya, lovely! thanks so much for the love request, enjoy!! â€ïž
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you and your girlfriend, jessie are both incredibly shy people. it wasnât uncommon for both of you support pink cheeks around each other when the other merely glances your way. it took a long time for either of you to make a move.
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in 2020, you were studying in a cafe. you were currently a medical student studying to be a doctor while working at a small pub. the icy chill in england prompting you to bundle up and stay in the warm cafe as you tiredly read over your notes.
this cafe was your second home, it was extremely close to your house, as well as your uni, comforting and convenient all at the same time.
âto go pleaseâ the cafe was mainly filled with locals, so you couldnât help but lift your head when you heard the unfamiliar canadian accent filling the atmosphere.
she was gorgeous, dressed in a training kit as she waited near the counter for her drink, scrolling mindlessly on her phone. ironically, your name was called, you hesitate but walk over to the counter.
âexcuse meâ you say softly, moving past the brunette quickly to retrieve your warm drink. she lifts her head from her phone and moves over, looking at one of the most beautiful girls in front of her.
âoh, uh, y-youâre all goodâ jessie breathes out, internally cursing herself for stuttering. you look up at her and make eye contact, nearly dropping your drink in the process but smiling at her shyly nonetheless, taking in her pink cheeks and chelsea jacket adorning her body. âthanksâ you smile, when you turn away from her, you scrunch up your face, why were you so awkward?
jessie glances at you longingly before she walks out, desperately wanting to go up to you but shutting herself down, she needs to go to training, she canât afford to miss her first day. you watch as she leaves, shaking your head at yourself for not having the guts to even talk to her.
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a few days go by and youâre returning to your flat from uni, struggling to hold all your textbooks in your arms as your bag was too full. your hands were fumbling with your keys when you hear footsteps approaching making you nervous and prompting you to speed up, you just couldnât find the right key.
it was when you dropped one of the books from the top of the pile that you lost all your patience.
âoh for fucks sakeâ you groan, leaning down to pick up the book before dropping all of them in the process. you huff out in frustration, about to pick them up before two hands beat you to it.
you stare at the hands carefully collecting your books before looking up to see the girl from the cafe. you look at her absolutely starstruck.
âhi, (y/n)â she says nervously, holding the pile of books in her arms, you swallow the lump in your throat when she remembers your name from the cafe. âhelloâ you breathe out, fiddling with your keys for a second just looking at each other.
âyou live here?â jessie questions, nodding her head to the door you were standing in front of. âoh, yeah! sorryâ you laugh nervously, hands shakily unlocking the door before turning around to her with a bashful expression.
she smiles at you, her cheeks pink, she gently hands you the stack of books and you look at her appreciatively.
âthank you so much..â you pause, she smiles, âjessieâ filling in the blank, you nod repeating her name in your head, âjessie, thank you, reallyâ you say relieved, she smiles sympathetically, ârough day?â she guessed, you looked exhausted and you were. one of your final exams for your third year at uni was fast approaching and it was taking a huge toll on your body.
âyeah, you could say thatâ you say with a little laugh, âiâll let you goâ she says reluctantly, moving to unlock her door which was coincidentally across from yours. you smile and give her a little wave, closing your door and immediately thumping your head on the back of it. it was a perfect opportunity to ask for her number and you didnât do it. little did you know, jessie was doing the same thing in the back of her door.
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it was a saturday, you were working your regular shift at the local pub. you were pouring a beer for one of your regulars until you heard a loud chatter of female voices coming in. you look up from the tap to see none other than jessie with a couple of other girls behind her.
your eyes widen and the beer overflows, âfuck, sorry, george, iâll pour you a new oneâ you say apologetically, quickly grabbing another glass and getting rid of the old one. âdonât stress, loveâ you were alone, as it was a usually a quiet pub but not anymore.
you give him the new one and he thanks you, moving to another table while you wipe down the bar.
thatâs when a familiar brunette makes her way, laughing loudly with a taller girl. âexcuse me?â jessie asks politely, eyes widening in shock when you turn around. she looks down at your work uniform, a tight pair of black shorts with a black shirt making her heart pound out of her chest.
the taller looks at her with a knowing smirk, nudging the girl forward when she ogles over you.
âhi, (y/n)? you work here?â she asked a little too excitedly, you nod shyly, âhey, jessie, can i get you girls anything?â you ask sweetly, jessie swears she melted into a puddle right there.
âiâm niamhâ the taller girl points out, sticking her hand out for a handshake which you gladly take, âniamh, nice to meet youâ you laugh, ânice to meet you tooâ she smiles, giving another shove to jessie when she looks at you bewildered.
âcan i just have a beer, please?â niamh smirks, you nod and grab a glass to pour her one. âjess?â you question, her breath hitches at the nickname sheâs heard thousands of times but never from your pretty voice. âoh! um, iâll just get a beer tooâ she rushes out, âpleaseâ she adds, her cheeks crimson when you giggle.
you get them both their drinks and smile, telling them it was on the house despite the refusal from the two girls, you sent them on their way to the rest of their friends.
after a short time of you and jessie stealing glances at each other, you anxiously walk up to their table to clear the glasses, hearing little âthank youââs as you clear each personâs glass. when you approach jessie, you smile shyly, pointing to her glass.
âcan i get that for you?â she nods and smiles back at you, your eyes suddenly fall to a medal hanging on her neck that you didnât see at the bar.
you mindlessly pick it up off her chest and look over it. you hear jessie stop breathing and you look up to see how close you were in proximity. âsorry!â you blurted, taking a little step back. jessie just shakes her head and looks at you, both of you have the pinkest cheeks, it was painfully obvious you had something there.
you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder, looking up to see niamh smiling at you sweetly. âwe just won a championship, weâre here to celebrateâ niamh informed, quickly glancing at jessie, âthis one over here got us the winning goalâ you look at jessie impressed, trying not to laugh at the glare she sent to niamh.
âwell, congratulations!â you emphasised, âyou didnât tell me you were a footballer?â you tease, jessie coughs, âitâs not a big dealâ she shrugs, completely embarrassed for some reason. you shake your head, âof course itâs a big dealâ you assure, taking her glass and throwing her another smile,
âyou should come and watch us!â niamh teases, throwing you a wink that you laugh at. âmaybe i willâ you shrug before walking back to the bar. you didnât miss the harsh slap jessie gave niamh as you walked away, chuckling to yourself in the process.
the bar was emptying, and you were close to closing. niamh waves at you before walking out with some other girls, leaving jessie alone at the table. she looks nervous but she walks up to you anyway. âdid you want to walk home together?â she offers with a shy smile, you look at her surprised, âsure!â you say a little too excitedly, causing you to cringe when she giggles at you.
you close up and walk alongside jessie, sharing shy giggles and small talk to the short walks to both of your places. when you walk on the busy streets with cars zooming past, jessie subconsciously places a hand on your waist to move you to the inside of the sidewalk. your cheeks were burning and you tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible.
when you both got inside, you wave, sharing quick byeâs before heading inside. you both touch your warm cheeks behind closed doors, smiling at the thought of all the interactions you had with each other that night.
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you and jessie continuously ran into each other almost everyday, both of you questioning whether it was truly coincidental or not.
it took another shift at the pub for jessie to finally ask you out, the newfound confidence coming from niamh teasing the girl that she would ask you out if jessie didnât.
âhiâ she says shakily as she approaches you, you smile lazily at the girl, absolutely exhausted but seeing her perks you up. âhelloâ you smile, âanother one?â you question, she shakes her head and swallows. âno, uh, i wanted to ask you somethingâ she says nervously, you smile and cross your arms on the bar, leaning forward to be closer to her.
she visibly tenses but shakes it off at seeing your encouraging smile.
âwould you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime?â she fiddles with the rings on her fingers as she rests her hands on the bar, yours were close to hers. at seeing her fidgeting, you donât know what happened but your hand moved on its own, moving to rest over the top of hers. âiâd love to jessieâ you give her hand a reassuring squeeze, her face fills with relief, a big smile making way to her features.
âgreat!â she smiles, you smile shyly at her, âcould i get your number to text you?â you ask, hand still tingling on top of hers. âyeah sure!â she expressed, fishing her phone out of her pocket and handing it over to hers, you take your hand off hers to get your own out, handing it over to her.
you exchange numbers and she grins happily at you, âiâll wait for you?â jessie offered, you shake your head at her, she wanted to walk you home and youâre not sure if your heart could take it at the moment.
âno, no, you donât have toâ you promised but she didnât care, âi want to,â she reassured, you smile sheepishly, moving to grab her hand again and giving it a thankful squeeze, you watch as the blood rushes to her cheeks when you part, awkwardly waving at you before walking away.
you watch as she walks away, niamh throws you a smirk, mouthing, âyouâre welcomeâ as she sends you a big thumbs up, you nod and throw her one back, shaking your head amusingly as you clean up.
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you and jessie met up for your date, going extremely well and turning into 4 dates until she finally asked you to be her girlfriend. the first time you came to jessieâs game, she had a heart attack seeing you in the bleachers in her jersey. running over and giving you a shy hug and a kiss to your cheek.
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in present times, you and jessie moved into a whole new place with each other, dating for over 2.5 years. youâre both incredibly in love with each other, anything but shy in the privacy in your home. it was until you were in public that you and jessie returned to being a couple of shy guys. something youâre teased about relentlessly.
youâve completed your 5 years of university and are now completing your foundational program. jessie was so proud of you, bragging about how her gorgeous girlfriend was a doctor. not saying that you didnât have your fair share of bragging, frequently gushing over your extremely talented, footballer girlfriend to anyone who would listen.
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one day, jessie was set to play a match for chelsea, you had time off work and uni, deciding to surprise your girlfriend at her match. you smile when she dozes on your chest, stirring when you card a hand through her hair to wake her up. âhappy game dayâ you say softly, making the girl smile tiredly and bury her face into your chest, giving you a little kiss on your sternum as she nuzzles into you.
âwish you were comingâ she mumbles into your shirt, lifting her face up and puckering her lips. you giggle and pull her down to you, kissing her lips tenderly as she squeezes your hips gently, her thumbs dipping under your shirt to graze your skin.
you hum into her mouth, making her smirk against your lips, she pulls away with a peck, peppering kisses on your cheeks before kissing you longingly one more time on the lips.
you smile as you watch her get changed into her kit, winking as she catches you shamelessly checking her out. âbye, babyâ she whispers against your lips as she kisses you goodbye and goes to the grounds. as soon as she pulls out of the driveway, you rush off to get ready yourself.
putting on her jersey always has you pink in the cheeks, proud to be representing the name of the girl you loved so much.
once you were ready, you head over to the grounds and sit down, you were early but you didnât mind, rocking up in the friends and family section with an excited smile.
when the girls come out for warm ups, jessie out of instinct looks at the section you were in, hoping youâd be there and being shocked when you were. her face lights up, waving at you excitedly when you wave at her shyly. you blow her a quick kiss and she smiles brightly, immediately getting teased for her pink cheeks.
âyouâve already got her and youâre still the sameâ niamh coos and laughs, getting a little shove from jessie before they warm up.
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the game concludes, chelsea winning and jessie getting a goal. you smile as she bounds over to you, holding your arms out for a hug. she wraps you in her arms tightly, you let out a little yelp of surprise when she lifts you over the barrier, still hugging her tightly, your legs now around her waist.
âbaby!â you say proudly, pulling back and cupping her face in between your hands, âmy superstarâ you kiss her cheek, âmy goal scorerâ another kiss, âmy girlâ you conclude, giving her a longer kiss on her cheek. her cheek grows warm at your contact, hands gripping you tightly.
âiâm so happy youâre here,â she says earnestly, placing you on the ground and tugging you into another tight hug.
she kisses you sweetly and briefly, immediately hearing the cheers and wolf whistling from her teammates around her. she rolls her eyes, tucking her head into the crook of your neck, her lips grazing your skin.
âyouâre so cuteâ you coo, scratching the back of her neck gently and holding her close. she groans in embarrassment, walking you backwards towards the change rooms, her face still tucked away.
she sits you in her cubby, kissing your lips sweetly before running off to the shower, rushing to get you home.
âhello, doctor (y/n)â niamh teases, both of you small talking until your girlfriend comes back to you puffed out. âiâm ready, letâs goâ she breathes out, you both bid goodbye to everyone and make your way to her car.
she opens your door for you and you kiss her quickly to show your appreciation. as soon as she gets in, her hand seeks refuge on her regular spot on your thigh, squeezing it gently when you hold it in your hands.
âthank you for coming today, babyâ she says appreciatively, grabbing one of your hands and pulling it up to her mouth to place a kiss on the back of it. âof course, babe, gotta be a faithful wagâ you say cheekily, making her laugh and look at you lovingly.
you both cuddled when you got home, she showed you her appreciation for you coming to the match and you were both extremely blissful.
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âł yourname: better achievement than my degree honestly
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âł yourname: niamhy for the win
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âBAILAMOS JUNTOS â SPIDERVERSE HCS
summary ; the spiderâmen with a hispanic reader who loves to dance a lot and how they are at bailes.
pairings ; miguel oâhara, miles morales (wrote this with earth-1610 miles in mind), hobie brown, pavitr prabhakar, peter b. parker x hispanic fem!reader
note ; because i canât find any hispanic reader fics for miguel and miles so iâm about to take matters into my own hands and no one can stop me âïžđ€© added hobie, pavitr, and peter b because why not <3 vale if you see this hush and just read
âą â miguel oâhara !
you found out he can dance and never stopped bugging him about it ever since. heâs somewhat rusty but give him a couple seconds and heâs ready to go. heâs really good, same par as you just not so enthusiastic about it. still, miguel loves that dancing is your favorite thing to do.
told you that heâs a romeo santos fan and you busted out laughing. to this day, seeing a romeo santos song in his playlist makes you laugh and heâs like âleave me aloneâ. you asked him if romeo was better during his aventura era.
yes, this also means heâs the number one bachata lover but keeps it a secret from everyone, especially you.
the first time you two ever danced it was to imitadora in his so called office. miguel had to make sure no one came in. heâs the type to have one hand on your lower back to pull you in and he has your other one in his, up beside of his head. whole time heâs dancing with you heâs telling you how much he loves you and has you like âoâoh okay đłâ
no space in between you guys whatsoever. he wants to have you as close as possible and sometimes rests his chin on the top of your head as you two dance to whatever song is playing.
heâs definitely an arm around your waist type of guy. you took note that it was his first instinct when dancing. whether it be when you are in la rueda together or itâs a dance that needs a pair, his arm instantly goes around your waist. also probably the kind of guy who dances with an arm around your waist while both of yours are around his neck.
youâre also an arm around the waist when it comes to this man. i mean, why else is he gonna have that slutty waist if you canât have your arm around it? anytime you guys are dancing and his arm is around your shoulders, you take this into your advantage and hold onto his waist. heâs like âstoppp đâ
miguel is at the age where he just criticizes every song you guys are dancing to. do not look at him when a song he hates is on. heâs staring at you through the corner of his eye just saying âdonât you dareâ cause wym you wanna dance to prince royce with him?
makes compromises especially if you have told him you like that song or artist.
âque canciĂłn tan fea. no se quien le dijo a valentin elizalde que podia cantar.â (t: what an ugly song. i donât know who told valentin elizalde he could sing)
âmiguel, ya callate por favor.â (t: miguel, be quiet already please.)
most of the time, he doesnât go in the center of the circle with you. not in a bad way, miguel just loves seeing you dance and capture everyoneâs attention. he never gets tired of seeing that smile on your face when youâre dancing with your tias and putting on a show for everyone.
if you want him to dance with you for the entire night, he will. thatâs no issue for him. besides, certain bailes heâs the one thatâs glued at your side and takes you to dance.
bonus; miguel likes taking a break from all his screens once in a while and starts dancing with you. whenever this happens though, miguel prefers to play slower songs or anything where you two donât have to move around as much. as long as heâs holding you, thatâs all he wants. and he admits to romeo being better in aventura. last verse in ella y yo is all you need as proof.
his dance skills when you first started dating: nine out of ten
his dance skills presently: ten out of ten
his favorite genre and artist: bachata ; romeo santos
âą â miles morales !
when you two first started dating, he knew how much of a dancer you were. youâd always post some videos of you and your cousins at quinces or bailes. so when you both were hanging out by yourselves in his room, you started playing some music to dance with him. then he just looks you in your face to tell you, ânah yeah i canât dance sorry.â
you called him a âyo no saboâ kid and he was highly offended. regardless, he was very willing to learn because he doesnât want you to feel like he doesnât care.
you have so much stamina when dancing he cannot keep up with you. from the minute everyone is allowed to start dancing, you are the first one there and heâs along with you. miles decided to count how many times you sat down throughout a baile and it was three times. those three times were simply because the hosts asked the guests to sit down.
he doesnât know how you can transition from one genre to another so quickly. half a second ago you both were zapateando together and now they have corridos playing. you were so fast to put you hand on his shoulder and reach for the other, meanwhile the poor boy is trying to process the new beat which is much slower and he trips on his own feet. heâs also very shy compared to the rest when it comes to dancing.
feel like he enjoys listening to female artists a lot more to the male artists.
miles is surprisingly good at tejano, huapango, and wepa. so much so you had to ask him to teach you and he was like âneehee what was that, you yo no sabo kid?â
heâs definitely more of an arm around your shoulder type of guy. it just makes it easier for him to pull you towards him and so you two take your steps together at the same time. likes it when you bring your arm around him too or if you hold his hand.
one time, you invited his parents to come along with him at one of your cousinâs quince. you found out milesâ dad is the exact same as he is. even when his parents were dancing, his dad was doing the same things as him. miles is just a carbon copy.
at that same party, miles left to the bathroom for a couple minutes and when he came back, his dad was sitting by himself at their table. meanwhile, you and his mom was nowhere in sight. he asked where you two where at and his dad just said, âon the dance floor,â and pointed to you and rio getting cheered on by your entire family while being in the middle of the circle.
it made him feel happy and once again, offended, because you were dancing with his mom and because you werenât dancing with him. you and rio got along super well but the way she was having the time of her life with you made miles know he made the right choice.
offended for a third time because you took her to a birthday party you got invited to instead of him. itâs around ten pm when he gets a video of you and his mom getting cheered on while dancing to some cumbias and pulling dance moves heâd never seen before. his first thought once heâs done watching the video is, âyup. sheâs the one.â
bonus; miles is really great at la quebradora. you can really thank his spiderâman strength for most of it. it didnât take you guys long to perfect it and once you guys show it off at a baile, his whole nervous demeanor is gone for the remainder of the night. heâll constantly ask someone to record you guys when doing la quebradora and posts it whenever he can.
his dance skills when you first started dating: six out of ten
his dance skills presently: nine out of ten
his favorite genre and artist: tejano ; selena
âą â hobie brown !
hobieâs really at bailes to eat. like. nothing else to it đ youâll invite him and heâs already thinking of all the to go plates heâs going to bring back home. yes yes, he dances with you. why wouldnât he? but that food?
hobie gets you in trouble every time with your tias. they baby him saying âmi pobre hoberto, verda que no te da de comer?â (t: my poor hobart, she doesnât give you anything to eat right?â) and heâs like âno tia đâ and they give him two plates heâs smirking at you talking about some, âgrassy ass.â
off the bat, heâs already preferring corridos, norteñas, bachatas or anything you have to dance to as a pair because of the height difference. he loves being able to hold you close and just look down at you.
though even with songs you donât need to be paired up with, heâll do it regardless. hobie just loves the idea of being close to you even in your most favorite thing to do.
heâs one to stick to the basic dance moves and sometimes he doesnât put much effort when dancing which makes you mad. he knows it does heâs just doing it on purpose because heâs evil.
hobie understands spanish to a good level thanks to you. he likes singing the lyrics with you as you guys dance together. youâre so passionate about it and sometimes he just stops to admire you, a smile on his face.
prefers a lot of the older artists compared to the newer ones. has a bit of a hate relationship with corridos tumbados. doesnât really want to dance to those and wonât ask you. if you ask him, then heâll go but you take note he sits there, judging the song as he eats his fifth plate of rice and barbacoa.
heâs an arm around the shoulders type of guy too. itâs just connecting back to the height difference. this makes it easier for the both of you as well so at least one of you can lead. easier for him to lean down and give you a kiss on the side of your head.
likes it when you tug on his arm, dragging him to go dance with him because a song you both like is on. he thinks itâs really cute how excited you get.
bonus; hobie knows which artists you like and the songs as well. he even made a playlist of it to listen to whenever youâre not around. pretends to be shocked when a song or artist you like comes on even though he requested it so he could ask you to dance.
his dance skills when you first started dating: seven out of ten.
his dance skills presently: eight out of ten.
his favorite genre and artist: corridos ; chalino sanchez
âą â pavitr prabhakar !
off the start pavitr was so good at dancing that you barely had to teach him much. instantly, his favorite genres are cumbia and merengue. youâre both in your own world when they come on. he prefers them the most since he likes that you have to move around more to them.
the main thing you had to teach him was how to zapatear. pavitr had the most trouble with that since there were so many different versions of it. he quickly caught on though by looking at you and your family members dance it from the sidelines. he struggled a bit even after grasping the concept but now itâs in his favorites too.
more of a hand holder when it comes to dancing. he just finds it easier to pull you around and give you a spin. but also it gives him a bit of stability and that you both are moving at the same time together.
surprises you with some dances you didnât even know he was practicing on. they played la iguana one time and pulled you to the center with him. next thing you know, pavitrâs doing la iguana and youâre just staring at him in shock as everyoneâs recording him.
loves, loves, loves it when you tell him that everyone at el recalentado was talking about him turning up and being the life of the party. they had asked you if he was columbian and they began guessing what race off his dance skills. until you told him pavitrâs indian and they were so surprised. he got dubbed as a hispanic by everyone there. he feels so special when you tell him. it has him giggling and kicking his feet, âaw your family likes me :)â
pavitr loves doing el grito with los tios. he just likes feeling included in everything. he heard them do it once and just went along with it. you side eyed him wondering how more of a natural he is than you are. is he secretly hispanic? youâll never know.
texts you one day saying, âyour aunt is celebrating your cousinâs birthday. do you wanna go to the party with me?â and youâre like âbabe wym?â yes, you saw that right. he gets invited now before you. pavitr is now immediate family. heâs legit the first one to receive an invitation now.
heâll surprise you by taking you to some bailes he knew about. please do matching outfits with this boy when you guys go đ heâll dress in your cultureâs traditional clothes. in fact, he even starts wearing them as an every day outfit. you find it cute and canât help but give him a kiss.
that being said, you guys donât come back home until after three from a baile. you always apologize to your parents but they know that you and pavitr are having the time of your lives. you both love dancing just as equally and youâre glad you found someone who loves it the same way you do. and you both complain about how your legs hurt the next day together.
i mean it when i say no one can take you guys off the dance floor for anything đ
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menace to society when duranguense plays. society being you because he saw a video of this couple spinning really fast while dancing duranguense and they called it âel tornadoâ. he started doing it every time the genre comes on. turns out he just thought the video was hilarious and loses his mind over it.
bonus; he was one time blasting la mama de la mama at the max volume with hobie driving an old honda civic, driving at full speed down the streets chasing an anomaly in their spider suits. no reason for them to even be in a car, they just wanted to jam to the song.
his dance skills when you first started dating: nine out of ten.
his dance skills presently: gets snatched up by your tias to dance with instead of you.
his favorite genre and artist: merengue ; kâpaz
âą â peter b. parker !
first time he ever went to your family party early stage of you guys dating and everyone was like, âhow did you two get together?â heâs like âhaha yeah i donât know myself.â when he literally bagged you like this except he said his name instead.
heâs actually standing with los tios as they all watch their wives get down on the dance floor and theyâre stuck recording the entire thing for el facebook live. except unlike los tios heâs over there like đđ€łđ». he is your top supporter and then tells one of them, âyeah thatâs my wife :)â as if they didnât already know.
his icloud hasnât been backed up in six years and finally asks you why it keeps saying it. turns out he has over thirty thousand videos in his phone of you at parties dancing. refuses to delete any of them.
he wasnât the best at dancing when you guys first started dating. okay he was terrible. there was no saving him. which was such an issue for peter because you were always dragging him to bailes and he would have zero rhythm. of course, you started teaching him whenever you guys had time. he practices on his own sometimes just to save you the trouble.
peter tries his hardest to learn because it always makes you an extra amount of happy when you two are dancing together. just do not take him when merengue comes on. he refuses to go.
for one, heâs too stiff dancing it but his legs? how do you dance this every time itâs on let alone continue after the songs change? heâs in pain and had to sit out for the rest of the party the first time he danced merengue. to this day, peter still feels the burn in his legs.
also an arm around the waist type of guy. he loves it a little too much. he likes having both of his arms around your waist while you guys dance to norteñas. he never takes his eyes off you and he likes to give you kisses during the songs.
dumbass accidentally dedicated a narco corrido to you meanwhile you just had to smile and nod at him.
you donât leave him with los tĂos for a long time anymore because he ends up becoming a whole new person. he got drunk with them and all of a sudden, peter just magically knew how to dance. he was having a whole dance battle with one of your tios and won. heâs like, âya viste? đ dicen que gane!â (t: did you see? they said i won!â) where the hell did you learn spanish from? has no recollection of him speaking it the next day.
in fact, heâs actually a whole new persona when tierra caliente music comes on. you still donât know why and wonât ever find out. the roles end up getting reversed and now youâre dragged to dance with him instead.
needs about two to three weeks to recuperate. what do you mean you guys are going back again? begs you to let him stay home and sleep so he doesnât need to go to el recalentado.
bonus; definitely said big booty latinas was his weakness to you thinking you were his favorite tio when he was drunk at one point. cried the entire way home because you âkidnapped him from his big booty latina and she was gonna beat both of you up.â
his dance skills when you guys first dated: zero out of ten.
his dance skills presently: eight out of ten.
his favorite genre and artist: norteñas ; seto vargas
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Mommy Chaser pt. 3
Previous Chapters: (1)(2)
Warnings: swearing, masturbation, protected sex, riding, cunnilingus (m & f receiving), biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names, lots of kissing!
Word count: 3.9K
Note: I am SO sorry it took me this fucking long to post this but I hope you all enjoy it!! :)
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
âMika, I donât want to jinx anything with Eren but heâs damn near perfect.â You gush to your best friend while you pace back and forth.Â
âY/N! You must like him if youâre talking like this, are you sure you two havenât slept together yet?â She asks somewhat playfully, Jean is sitting right next to her waiting for you to answer.Â
âHa ha, you know I havenât slept with him. I canât lie to you and say Iâm not curious though.â You lay on the bed and bite your lip at the memory of your last encounter.Â
The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils when he wrapped his arms around you for a hug. Or the comforting feeling of his muscular abdomen against your fingertips.Â
âAre you still there?â Youâre drawn out of your daydream by Mikasa and feel heat rush to your cheeks.Â
âSheâs probably thinking about getting dicked down right now.â Jean mumbles and your jaw quickly drops at such a wild, but somewhat true, accusation.Â
You hear a smack and a yelp from Jean before Mikasa apologizes for his vulgar statement.Â
âPlease ignore him, weâre playing drunk board games and somebodyâs having fun.âÂ
You can feel the poor womanâs embarrassment through the phone and let out a giggle to reassure her.Â
âThat sounds like fun, and even though your husband is an idiotâŠheâs not completely wrong.â You canât help but admit defeat as more reminders from the other night flood your mind.Â
âOh my heâs really on your mind, isnât he? I say go for it; Iâve known him for a long time and heâs a good guy. You deserve to move on and be happy.â You feel your worries die down the more she speaks, itâs almost like sheâs giving you her blessing.Â
âHeâs corny as hell and eats enough for three people!â Jean adds and receives another light smack, this time he pulls Mikasa on top of him.Â
You laugh and roll your eyes at his drunken words. You stare at the phone in confusion when thereâs a lingering silence, soon followed by whispers and giggling.Â
âYâall, Iâm still here. Iâll call you guys tomorrow night. Love you!â
âWe love you more! Let us know how everything goes, Jean!â You hear your friend let out a fit of giggles before the line disconnects.Â
You swipe over to your messaging app and sigh nervously. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a few minutes, you chew on your bottom lip and let out a sigh.Â
Youâre not even sure why youâre so anxious about all of this. Your baby girl is with her grandmother for the weekend, you donât have to stress about working at all. Itâs quite literally the perfect weekend for him to come over.Â
âItâs now or never.â You mumble to yourself and start typing on the screen below.Â
You smile at the last message before double-tapping it and leaving a heart. The feeling of the soft mattress and warm blanket have you drifting off.Â
On the other side of
town Eren is acting like a teenage boy. If he could bounce off the walls in excitement he absolutely would, heâs only slightly ashamed of the bulge in his pants forming. Itâs not his fault youâre the most divine woman in his eyes, youâre just so perfect.Â
The thought of knowing that heâs going to finally get to see all of you, heâll finally get to touch and squeeze your perfect breasts. All the nights of imagining what you look, feel and taste like have him leaking precum.Â
He pulls off the suffocating boxers and lets out a hum of relief when the cool air makes contact with his hot tip. A thick hand wraps around the base and drags up, massaging the pink tip each time.Â
âY/Nâ He whines as he rapidly fuck his fist, his free hand grabs the sheets below as he gets close to his release.Â
His tipping point is the thought of what your tight pussy is going to feel like wrapped around him. The hand grabbing the sheets slaps over his mouth as he moans loudly into his palm.Â
He falls back onto his pillows and lets out a sigh of relief as he catches his breath. He looks down at the mess on his hand and huffs sleepily.Â
âJust one more day.â He mumbles to himself while wiping the sticky fluid off himself.Â
The next day finally rolls around and youâve never felt more nervous for anything in your life.Â
âPull yourself together girl, youâve had lots of sex before.â You say to yourself in the mirror while gently patting your cheeks.Â
Your pep talk comes to an end when you hear the doorbell ring, you look over yourself once again in the mirror before shutting the light off.Â
âWho is it?â You ask as you walk up to the door, a smile forms when you look through the peephole and see Eren on the other side.Â
âItâs your future husband, open the door, sweetheart.â He responds playfully and you shake your head to refrain from laughing.Â
You quickly unlock the door and move to the side so he can walk in. He drops his bag on the floor and removes his shoes before pulling you into a hug.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer. You take a deep breath and get a whiff of his cologne.Â
âYou smell nice.â You mumble against his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head and hums contently.Â
âThank you, I was thinking of you when I bought it. Are you hungry? I brought snacks for us to have.â He sets you back on the ground and you shake your head in response.
âI had lunch not too long ago, I can make you something if youâre hungry.â You politely offer and heâs the one to shake his head.
âI ate beforehand too, and when itâs time to eat dinner will be on me. Iâm gonna be treating you today. Now show me one of those movies you were talking about.â He turns you towards the living room and you both sit on the couch.
âItâs called Bridgerton Eren.â You correct him, he playfully rolls his eyes and turns on an episode heâs never seen.
You get comfortable on the couch and cuddle up to Eren. You focus closely on the screen and give your full attention to the show.
In the few months of you two meeting one another, Eren has never understood why you love this show so much.Â
Maybe itâs the attractive cast members, or maybe it is the plot, heâll just have to watch and see for himself. That only lasts for a few seconds before his eyes land on your focused state.Â
He grins at how entranced you are before the sound of moaning catches his attention. His eyes lock onto the TV and he raises an eyebrow.Â
âSo this is what you watch when Iâm not here?â He smirks at you and you shake your head.Â
âNot all the time! Sometimes I watch Modern Family or Brooklyn 99.â You say matter in rebuttal.Â
He nods his head and hums in response before giving his attention back to the screen. He watches closely as the actors kiss and caress each other so tenderly.Â
He shifts around on the couch to relieve some of the pressure in his underwear and glances to make sure you donât notice anything. Thoughts of his hands groping your body and his lips kissing down your neck flood his mind as the scene goes on.Â
Youâre no better, thereâs wetness pooling in your panties at the thought of him ravishing your body. Oh, how you long to be able to feel his mouth on yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you come from another orgasm.Â
You look over at Eren and are surprised to see how intensely heâs staring at the television. His Adamâs Apple moves up and down as he Mswallows nervously and keeps his eyes on the screen.Â
You sit up and hold back a laugh at the blush that forms on his cheeks.Â
âNo Iâm good, why are you alright?â He rubs the palms of his hands and his jeans and you nod in response to his question.Â
âIâm doing great, if you want we can watch something else.â You reach for the remote, he gently grabs your hand and shakes his head.Â
âYou donât have to do that, itâs fine. Iâm fine.â He reassures you with a smile and a pat on the leg.Â
âYou know what's nice about being a mom?â You tilt your head and run your fingers through his hair.Â
He inhales deeply and hums in relaxation at the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp. He looks over at you and gives you a tired smile, he canât help but crumble under each stroke of your fingers.Â
âYou can almost always tell when someoneâs lying.â You whisper in his ear and watch as he has a full-body shiver.Â
You place a finger on his lips to silence him. He swallows nervously but refuses to take his eyes off yours.Â
You find yourself climbing into his lap as if itâs your throne. The finger that was covering his lips traces the outline of his mouth.Â
He wraps an arm around your waist to pull you in closer, you close the space between you two and press your lips together.
You release his hair from its ponytail and tug gently at his roots, a groan falls from his lips at the sensation and his hands steadily move down your back, they hover above your ass and you pull away from his lips.
âYou can touch me Eren, I want you to touch me.â You stroke his cheek with your thumb and he nods his head, he pulls you down by the back of your neck and slides his tongue in your mouth.
This time youâre the one thatâs making sounds, you whimper into the kiss when his large hands rub the fat of your ass. His hips buck abruptly and your whimpers turn into moans, you can feel his hard cock against the fabric of your shorts.
Your hands grab at his shirt, urging him to take it off quickly. He gets the hint and pulls away from your lips to remove it. You bite your lip at the sight of his body from under you, you canât help but trail a finger down his abdomen.
âDonât be shy baby.â He teases and takes your hand trailing it down his body at a teasingly slow pace.Â
He smirks at how shy youâve suddenly become, only watching his body and no longer making eye contact. He takes your hand and stops the movements at the waistband of his pants, you gulp and feel heat rush to your cheeks.
âDo I make you nervous, pretty girl?â He chuckles and tilts your chin upwards so that youâre both face to face.
You shake your head and take the opportunity to massage the outline of his dick through his sweatpants.Â
He hisses in pleasure and throws his head back against the couch, you experiment by replacing your hand with a roll of your hips.
âFuck baby, do that again.â His hands help your hips grind back and forth, you fall forward and smash your lips on his.Â
He smirks against your lips as your moans get louder with each buck of your hips. He pulls back from your lips and raises your tank top, he leans forward and takes one of your nipples into his mouth.Â
âEren!â You gasp in pleasure and dig your nails into his shoulder. He groans at the sting and gently bites down on the bud.
Your fingers tangle in his hair and you fear that you might come in your pants if he doesnât let up, not like he would mind that anyway.
He pulls away and places a gentle kiss on your breast before taking the other bud into his mouth to give it equal attention. Your back arches and you feel more of your arousal soak into your panties, you know for a fact that thereâs a wet spot on Erenâs pants.
Eren feels like heâs in heaven with the feeling of your hands in his hair and your clothed cunt grinding against him. He pulls off of your nipple with a pop and falls back onto the couch, he takes a moment to catch his breath.
âIâm not too much for you, am I?â He asks in all seriousness, you give him a genuine smile and shake your head in return.
âNo Ren, not at all. If Iâm uncomfortable then Iâll let you know.â You reassure him and press your forehead against his, craving the feeling of being as close to him as possible.
âIâm gonna touch you now if thatâs okay?â He plays with the waistband on your shorts as he waits for an answer.Â
You permit him by moving next to him so you can slide your shorts and panties down simultaneously.Â
You move to sit back in his lap and he quickly stops you. He lays you back against the pillows on the couch and looks over your body.
âI want to get a good look at you first.â He praises, his eyes take their time as he scans every inch of your body. His dick hardens in his pants at the sight of your wet cunt right in front of him.
âJust a quick taste, yeah?â He asks more himself than you, he spreads your legs and makes eye contact with your heat.
His pink tongue licks a gentle stripe up your clit and you shudder at the feeling. After the positive reaction, he dives deeper into your cunt, and your hands immediately grab the couch.Â
His large hands securely grip your thighs and his tongue darts in and out of your dripping hole.
Your back arches off of the couch in response to the immense pleasure between your legs. He moans into your cunt as your juices flow down his throat, he rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb and watches you squirm around.
âE-Eren!â You gasp as you feel your orgasm creep up on you. Eren replaces his tongue with his fingers and licks your sweetness off his lips.
âYou gonna come on my fingers, baby? Go ahead, princess.â His long fingers curve upward and you grab his wrist with a sense of urgency.
âI'm gonna cum Ren, f-fuck I wanna cum on you!â He pouts when you stutter and nips at your exposed neck, he places kisses up your neck and stops at your ear.
âYou will baby, I want you to cum on my fingers too. I want you nice and wet for me.â He pulls you closer with his free hand and pumps his fingers at a quicker pace.
You pull him into a kiss and moan against his lips as you release on his hand, you bite his lip as you pull away and he removes his fingers from your cunt.Â
He slides a finger into his mouth and closes his eyes as he saviors your sweet nectar. You copy his actions and suck on his middle finger, making sure to maintain eye contact with him.
âYouâre trying to kill me.â He says jokingly, his dick on the other hand jumps when you pull off of his finger.
âNot quite yet, I still have to return the favor.â
You press against his chest and undo the tie on his pants, your fingers drag along his thighs as you pull his pants and boxers off.Â
You watch in awe as his dick springs free and rests on his stomach. You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and massage the base, he sighs in pleasure at the feeling of your soft hand against his warm skin.Â
His eyes widen when your thick lips wrap around his sensitive tip, he looks down to see your brown eyes staring into his green ones.
You mentally pat yourself on the back at the look of deep pleasure displayed on his face. You take more of him into your mouth and relax your throat with each inch you
Eren gathers some of your hair and holds it upÂ
into a makeshift bun, he hisses and watches you in admiration.Â
His eyes close tightly and he finds himself gripping the cushions on the couch. The feeling of your wet tongue massaging the veins on his dick has him seeing stars.Â
His grip on your hair tightens after you fully take him down your throat. Your moans send vibrations to his dick that spreads pleasure throughout his entire system.Â
âFuck baby girl, you take me so well.â His grip loosens on your hair and he guides your lips up and down his shaft.Â
You moan at the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue, you take a look at the man above and squeeze your thighs at the imagery.Â
His head is thrown against the back of the couch, his chest heaving up and down as little pants leave his pink lips. His abs flex with each suction of your lips, and his pretty brown hair falls in his face when his eyes meet yours.Â
You give him a slight smile and he flashes you a weak one in return, he gently pulls you off his cock and back into his lap. He closes the gap between you both with his lips and sighs into your mouth. He pulls your shirt off and throws it somewhere in the living room.Â
You moan passionately as his soft hands roam your body so freely and delicately. He pulls away to catch his breath and gives you a small laugh.Â
âNot to ruin the moment, but thereâs condoms in my bag.â He rubs your thigh with his thumb and you nod in remembrance.Â
âOh shit, yeah youâre so right. Duh!â You ruffle through his book bag until you find the small aluminum package.Â
Tearing it open with your teeth, you raise your hips so you can properly slide it on him. He bites his lip and more precum can be seen dripping from his tip as the condom goes on.Â
You throw a leg over his waist and hold onto the back of the couch to maintain balance. He rests his hands on your hips and massages the skin to ease any nerves.Â
You lower yourself slowly and gasp at the feeling of his tip nudging its way through your entrance. Eren helps guide you down his shaft at a slow pace, his fingers grip your hips tighter and you moan at the stretch.Â
âT-take your time pretty girl. Weâve got all day.â He rubs your cheek with his thumb as your thighs tremble with each inch your pussy swallows.Â
You nod your head and focus on getting as much of his thick cock inside of you as you can. Erens mouth falls open at the way your tight heat sucks him in with each movement. You finally bottom out after a few more seconds of pacing yourself, he tangles his fingers with your manicured ones and kisses your hands.Â
âYou okay?â He wraps a finger around one of your coils and you nod your head in return, he leaves small pecks on your cheeks to ease your mind.Â
âYouâre a lot um, t-thicker than I imagined.â You sheepishly confess this brings a smirk and chuckle from the man below you.Â
âIs that so baby? Youâre telling me my confidence didnât give it away.â He teases, you hit his chest and he thrust upward in retaliation.Â
The sensation of his thick tip hitting your sweet spot draws a sultry moan from you.Â
âHow do we get that sound to happen again?â He experimentally bucks his hips again from under you, you dig your nails into the couch at the stretch from his cock and the pleasure itâs bringing to your body.Â
â âRen! F-feels so good.â You throw your head back as you bounce up and down in his lap.Â
The green-eyed man below you watches in content as you set the pace and fuck yourself silly on his hardened cock. Jolts of pleasure course through his veins, and his heart rate speeds up with each movement of your hips.Â
â câmere beautiful.â He pulls you into another kiss and pistons his hips upward to fuck against your g-spot.Â
He holds you in by the back of your neck when you squirm in pleasure, your whines are swallowed by his groans which only egg him on further.Â
On your end, you feel another orgasm building up in your lower stomach. The feeling of satisfaction is drawn out of you each time his thick cock head taps your cervix. Your gummy walls draw him in more each time he fucks into you.Â
âI-Iâm gonna come Eren! Please donât s-stop.â You cry out as your second release quickly hits you, you fall limp against his lap and his thrust keeps you moving.Â
âAm I too much baby? Youâre such a pretty girl.â He compliments you and watches as you try to weakly bounce atop him.Â
You shake your head and whimper as you climax against him yet again.Â
âI didnât even do anything that time, I didnât realize my sweet girl was so sensitive.â He playfully pouts and kisses your cheek delicately.Â
â m-my legs are tired Ren.â You huff and he nods while giving you a sympathetic nod in return.Â
â âs okay mama, let your man take care of you, just a little bit longer like this. You feel so good.â He praises through gritted teeth.Â
He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders while he holds the sides of your hips. He massages your smooth skin with his palms before controlling the speed of your hips, a low growl leaves his lips as your cunt drips down his eager cock.Â
âOh my god, yes yes fuck!â You cry out as your climax rushes upon you again.Â
Any moans that Eren was holding fall out of his mouth as you clench and cream all over his thick shaft. He pumps his cock into you a few more times to ride out your orgasm before pulling out abruptly.Â
âCan you handle a little more baby?â
That was the last thing you remember before you awake from a deep slumber. The room around you is dimly lit by your bedroom lamp, which you didnât even realize you made it toâŠ
Your thoughts are interrupted by Eren peeking his head in the door with a bright smile. You return the gesture and signal for him to join you on the bed.Â
âDid you get enough rest? You were out for like 2.5-3 hours.â He holds back a laugh as you look away in embarrassment.Â
âYeah, I think Iâm well rested.â You let out a yawn and groan loudly as you stretch, your head turns to look at the time and your eyes widen.Â
â8:30?!? Eren you came over at like 1:45! Oh my god, are you hungry?â You rush out of bed and head to your kitchen, only to be surprised by takeout on the table.Â
âI told you, dinner and everything else today was on me.â You hear from behind you, you turn around and cross your arms.Â
âWell, donât you just have the answers to everything?â You walk up to him and smile.Â
âYeah, something like that.âÂ
Ari
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