#< no wait i get what i wanted to say now. i don't like pairing elly w/ smart women
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FALLING IN LOVE ACCIDENTALLY (OR NOT) (LHS - 이희승)
SYNOPSIS: babysitting wasn't your dream job that you always wanted. as you start babysitting a new girl, lee jihyeon, you meet her older brother, lee heeseung. You end up getting closer and closer to heeseung and ultimately fall in love amidst the chaos.
pairing: bad boy!heeseung x babysitter!reader
genre: s2l, babysitter au, romance, fluff, angst, medium fic
warning(s): parties, cursing, fighting, mentions death, small grammar errors, crying, some angst scenes, kissing, reader and heeseung has a year age gap
word count: 5k+
AN: guys im back with a medium fic!! lowkey this wasn't really the it vibe as the end i feel like was kind of rushed. so if i made any grammar errors im sorry TT, i finished this writing in like 2-3 days so it was kind of hard so. but liz + hye for helping me think of a climax. i kind of got this idea for a POV on tiktok so help
AGE 21, THE SUPPOSED GOLDEN YEARS OF LIFE, or so they say. But for you, it's far from golden. Being a babysitter at this age isn't exactly glamorous; it's probably one of the last jobs you'd expect to have.
"Yunah, I'm heading out to my new client's place, okay?" you call out before leaving the door.
"Okay, just be safe!" Yunah shouts back from her room down the hallway. You close the door behind you and hurry out as usual, pulling out your notepad to review your schedule for the day:
8:00 am: Wake up
8:30 am: Go grocery shopping with Moka for breakfast
9:30 am: Have breakfast
9:45 am: Prepare for the new kid
10:30 am: Leave the house
10:45 am: Arrive at the client's house
1:00 pm: Leave the client's house
You quietly close your notepad and mentally rehearse what to say as you settle onto the bus. Upon reaching your stop, you make your way to the house.
The house is painted in soft beige and cream, with a porch ceiling resembling a clear blue sky on a sunny day. A wind chime gently sways, welcoming visitors with its melodic tinkling. You ring the doorbell and wait.
A boy around your age answers, with dark red hair and deer-like features. His ear piercings catch your attention as he regards you with an intense stare.
"Hi, I'm here for Jihyeon. Lee Jihyeon," you say, your words stumbling slightly under his gaze. "I'm her babysitter. YN LN."
"Oh, Jihyeon's upstairs," he replies with a shrug, ushering you inside.
Inside, the entrance feels airy and bright, with a faint scent of coffee lingering in the kitchen. Making your way upstairs, you come to a door adorned with pink letters and heart and flower stickers, reading "LEE JIHYEON." You knock, and a small girl, around six years old, opens the door.
"Hi," she says, her eyes wide as she looks up at you. "Are you a princess here to take me to princess school?"
You chuckle softly. "You can think that if you want. I'm YN. Your new friend," you introduce yourself, crouching down to her eye level.
"Are you here to babysit me?" Jihyeon asks as she lets you enter her room.
"More than babysitting, I'll be your new friend," you reassure her with a smile.
"Really?" Jihyeon's eyes light up. "I've wanted a friend for a while, but I don't have any at school." She quickly covers her mouth, realizing what she's said, and closes the door abruptly.
"Jihyeon?" you raise an eyebrow at her sudden change in demeanor.
"Sorry, my brother doesn't know. If he found out, he might cause trouble at my school," Jihyeon explains, pouting as she joins you.
"Your brother?"
"Yeah, Heeseung," Jihyeon beams, kicking her legs as she sits. "I love him a lot."
You smile at her innocence. "How old is your brother?"
"22!" Jihyeon exclaims. "He's like 16 years older than me, but he's a great brother."
"I see. How about we start playing now?" you suggest, earning an enthusiastic nod from Jihyeon as she jumps up to grab her toys.
"YN, COME ON! WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE TO YEJI’S PARTY!" Minju exclaims as she peeks into your room. Her mouth slightly drops as she sees your outfit. "Trying on the new dress you got?"
You nodded, turning to her. "Does it look okay? Not too over-the-top?"
Twirling to inspect yourself in the mirror, the knee-length black velvet dress hugged your figure, adorned with delicate black lace and a soft touch.
"You look stunning," Minju beamed, adding the final touch by placing a diamond necklace around your neck.
"Thanks, Minju," you said, pulling her into a hug.
"Anything for you, YN. Now come on, let's go to the party. Yunah is complaining about how long we're taking," Minju laughs, quickly letting go of the embrace before taking your hand and dragging you to the car.
As you get into the car, the six of you start driving to the party, blasting music and enjoying your life. When you arrive, the club is crazy loud. The noise from the DJ speakers vibrates throughout the room, friend groups dancing in circles, and couples making out in the back. Your shoulders tense as you scan the room. You walk over to the bar to get a quick drink before joining the party.
Feeling awkward and out of place, you shuffle around while holding your drink. You glance around and make eye contact with Moka, who is sitting with a group of people. She signals for you to join them, but you shake your head no and excuse yourself to the bathroom. As you wash your hands and return to the party, you come face to face with the one girl you wished you never saw again: Yoonhee, the girl who bullied you in high school for being "poor."
"Oh look, it's YN LN!" she gives a small fake smile. "Didn't expect to see you at Yeji's party tonight."
"What do you want, Yoonhee," you glare.
"Nothing, I'm just giving you a pleasant greeting. Nothing more," she laughs, triggering flashbacks from when you were 17.
"Then get out of my way, Yoonhee," you spat.
"Woah, no need to get so aggressive," she gives a proud smile. "I heard you were babysitting. How's it like to be poor?"
That was your last straw. You grab the nearest drink and throw it at Yoonhee's white dress. Her eyes widen as she sees the purple punch juice on her dress. Her eyes then narrow as she stares at you.
"Do you know how much this cost? This dress cost $5,270. Now you have to pay for that," she says angrily.
"Fuck off, Yoonhee. You're still the same. No wonder you have no friends," you yell before turning around and running out of the nearest exit.
You burst out into tears, knowing you were sober. You walk yourself to the nearest bus station, sobbing silently as you wipe your tears. Each step gets heavier as your heels start to burn and your bare knees and calves shiver from the cold.
“Hey, are you okay?" a voice asks. It's a voice that sounds so familiar. A voice that you swore you heard before. You look up to meet the same boy back at Jihyeon’s house. The boy with those deer-like features and dark red hair, with the same exact piercings.
"You’re the guy from Jihyeon's house," you try to piece his name together as only in your mind was the incident with Yoonhee and you.
"Heeseung, and you are?" he asks, noticing your teary eyes.
"YN," you reply, wiping your tears.
Heeseung then notices how you're shivering from the cold. He takes off his jacket and drapes his jacket over your shoulders
"Here, you can take this. Do you need a ride or anything? Do you have someone picking you up?" he asks.
"Yunah, Moka, and Minju are still there. They're my friends," you sniffle. "But I was walking myself to the bus station."
“Still there?” He raises his eyebrow.
“At the party,” you mumbled.
"If you want, I can take you home," Heeseung suggests.
"How do I know you're not a kidnapper," you tease with a pout.
Heeseung laughs softly. "Do you think I am?"
"Maybe," you reply.
"Trust me, I won't. Plus, what's the worst thing I can do?" Heeseung smiles.
"Weird stuff," you say.
"I won't. Where do you live?" he asks.
"Okay, that's a bit off," you reply teasingly.
"Hey..." Heeseung says in a half-joking, half-serious tone.
"Fine, I'll tell you the direction, you drive the car," you respond.
"Oh, who said it was a car?" Heeseung winks as he walks you over to his motorcycle.
Your eyes widen. "A motorcycle? Also, I need a helmet?"
"Wear mine," he grins, handing you his helmet before helping you hop onto the back. You hold him tightly as he starts his engine.
As you clutch onto his leather jacket, he speeds up, and you squeeze your eyes closed, afraid of falling. When you open them again, you admire the midnight sky, feeling the cold breeze hug you warmly. When you arrive back at the dorm, you wave goodnight to Heeseung before he turns around.
"Can I get your number?" he asks.
"Sure," you grin, inserting your number into Heeseung's phone. You wink and then turn around to walk back into your dorm.
THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN, and Jihyeon's sweet smile welcomes you in. She bounds up with excitement, leading you upstairs to her room.
"Where's your brother, Jihyeon?" you ask, your tone light. You steal a glance at your bag, where Heeseung's neatly folded and laundered jacket rests.
"He's out or something," Jihyeon shrugs, already eager to show off her new toy.
As time flies by, you and Jihyeon play together as usual. She cherishes your time together, and as you help prepare lunch, the two of you chat.
"Jihyeon, are your parents not home?" you inquire, placing the grilled cheese she requested onto a plate.
"They're not here," Jihyeon replies between bites of her sandwich, causing your eyes to widen slightly.
"I see," you murmur softly, tucking a strand of Jihyeon's hair behind her ear as she takes another big bite.
"That's why Heeseung is always out. He's always looking for a babysitter for me because I'm only 6. So, I want you to be my permanent babysitter!" Jihyeon beams, savoring each taste of her grilled cheese.
"I'll always be here for you, Jihyeon," you smile back, admiring her cute expression. "How about after this, we play some fun games?"
"Yes, please!" Jihyeon's face lights up with a huge smile as she takes the last bite of her grilled cheese. You then tidy up with her and quickly take her hand as you step outside to play together.
"DOES THIS LIP TINT LOOK OKAY?" you inquire of Wonhee, who was browsing through the new makeup offerings at the mall. She looks up, observing the tester product on your hand.
"Hmm, maybe a slightly lighter shade," Wonhee suggests before joining you to explore more makeup options. You pick up another lip tint, testing it out before making your purchase and leaving the store.
"YN?" a voice calls out your name. You glance up to see Heeseung waving at you.
"Oh, Heeseung," you respond with a smile. "Didn’t expect to see you here at the mall."
"My friend works at the café on the first floor, so I thought I'd pay a visit," Heeseung explains. "Are you here alone?"
"No, I'm here with—" you begin, but your voice is interrupted by Wonhee rushing over to you.
"YN! I finally decided to buy the new eyeshadow palette!" Wonhee exclaims, then she notices Heeseung. "Oh, do you know him?"
"Heeseung, Jihyeon’s older brother," you introduce, as Heeseung gives a small wave. "He's a year older than me."
"Hi, nice to meet you," Heeseung says, shaking Wonhee's hand.
"I'm Wonhee, YN's best friend or roommate, well, one of her roommates," Wonhee smiles.
"Nice to meet you," Heeseung replies, before turning back to you. "Well, gotta go so have a good time with your friend, pretty girl." Your eyes widen slightly in surprise at his affectionate nickname as he walks off to the first floor, hands in his pockets.
"God, he's definitely into you, YN!" Wonhee giggles, noting your shocked expression.
"Shut up, Wonhee!" you exclaim.
"Just saying!" Wonhee laughs.
A COUPLE OF WEEKS HAD PASSED SINCE YOU FIRST MET HEESEUNG, but it was that one night that really caught your attention. After a long day of babysitting, you decided to take a leisurely stroll around the park before heading back to your dorm.
The night was tranquil, nearly 9 pm, and the crisp air refreshed you as you walked. As you approached your usual alleyway, the sound of punches and kicks pierced the calm. Your heart raced with nervousness as you wondered what was happening. Was it a hallucination, or...?
Turning the corner, you were shocked to see Heeseung amidst a group of boys. Quickly, you ducked behind a wall, watching in disbelief. Why was he in a fight?
Straining to hear their conversation, you caught Heeseung shouting, "You owe me $1,000. I won the bet," just before another punch landed on his face. Your heart sank at the sight of his swollen lips and bruised eye.
"Who cares about the bet? You messed with us, you’re dead," a boy sneered, delivering another blow.
"Leave him alone!" you finally mustered the courage to intervene, emerging from your hiding spot.
The boy mocked, "Oh look, is it your girlfriend, Heeseung? If you’re a stray cat trying to get your boyfriend out of trouble, you're out of luck."
In a burst of anger, you threw your purse at the boy, sending him tumbling to the ground. Another boy's eyes widened in shock as he witnessed the scene.
"What did you say?" you demanded, your eyes narrowing.
As the tension escalated, you kicked the taunting boy hard in the legs, causing him to yelp in pain.
"Want to say that again?" you glared. "Fuck off and find something better to do with your time."
The boy slowly looking a bit scared quickly ran off through the alleyways as his friends tagged along with him.
“So…” you began tentatively, noticing Heeseung’s bleeding lip.
“Sorry for all of that,” Heeseung apologized sincerely.
“Let's talk later. For now, let's get you patched up,” you replied, swiftly leading him to the nearby convenience store to grab a first aid kit.
"HOW DID YOU EVEN END UP IN THAT FIGHT?" you inquire as the two of you settle in at the park. You pull out a tube of scar gel, uncapping it and listening intently as Heeseung explains.
"Well, I made a bet for $1,000 and won, so I got dragged into the whole brawl," Heeseung shrugs. "It's just the usual."
"Usual?" your eyebrow raises as you first cleanse the scar with an alcohol wipe.
"Ouch, that stings," Heeseung winces as you then pat it dry with a tissue. "Yeah, it's kind of normal for me... ouch."
"Then maybe you shouldn't do it; it's dangerous," you respond, leaning in closer to apply the medicine. Heeseung's heart thumps as he watches you approach. You can feel his breath against your skin, and his cheeks flush as your fingers touch his skin. Why does his stomach feel like it's doing somersaults?
You affix a small bandage as a finishing touch. "There."
"Thanks," Heeseung smiles. "So, where were you?"
"Babysitting for another kid today," you shrug, quickly disposing of the bandage wrapper and tidying up your first aid kit.
"I see," Heeseung replies, helping you clean up. "I can walk you home if you want?"
"I'll walk," you smile.
"I could walk with you part of the way," Heeseung suggests, falling into step beside you. You both gaze at the glimmering stars, admiring them from afar.
"You know," you start, "Jihyeon mentioned something about your parents."
Heeseung's gaze drops as he stares at the ground, his smile fading slightly. He looks at you. "She did?"
You nod, meeting Heeseung's eyes. "If you're comfortable sharing, what happened?"
"Well..." Heeseung pauses, contemplating for a moment before continuing. "My parents died in a car crash. They were returning from a movie, and they never really got to say goodbye to us. I guess my biggest regret was not saying goodbye before they left. I was just being stubborn and angry because they scolded me for getting a bad grade."
You listen attentively. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's okay. It's all in the past now. It happened about five years ago, and I barely remember it," Heeseung shrugs.
"I hope things have gotten better since then," you smile.
"Thanks, YN," he gives you a grateful look.
"Anyway, thanks for walking me. Hopefully, we can talk again later," you wave goodbye before heading towards your apartment building.
"YN, COULE YOU PLEASE JOIN ME FOR A DRESS-UP TEA PARTY?" Jihyeon pleads with a cute pout, coaxing you into her playful scheme.
"Alright, fine…" you reluctantly agree, watching as Jihyeon's face lit up with a wide smile before she hurriedly led you to her room to fetch tiaras and dresses.
"This dress is from Mommy's room, so you can wear it," Jihyeon grin mischievously, confessing how she got it without her brother's knowledge. You examine the dress—a simple white garment with puffy sleeves adorned with intricate lace, reaching knee-length.
After changing in the bathroom, you admire your reflection in the mirror. Surprisingly, the dress fit perfectly, accentuating your features.
Emerging from the bathroom, you found Jihyeon holding two tiaras, dressed in her own fancy pink attire. She hands you a tiara, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she helps you place it on your head.
"Let's go! It's tea party time!" she exclaims, leading you to the dining table where she arranged fake tea cups. Pouring imaginary "tea" into your cup, you play along, enjoying the moment.
Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes observed from the doorway. "A tea party without me?" a teasing voice remark, revealing Heeseung, in his usual leather jacket and jeans, his smile widening as he saw you. His gaze linger on you appreciatively, taking in the sight of the borrowed dress.
"Heeseung!" Jihyeon exclaims, rushing into his arms.
"How are you, Jihyeon?" Heeseung greets, lifting her up gently.
"Why are you home so early?" Jihyeon inquire.
"Just needed to grab something upstairs," Heeseung replies with a grin. "Could you fetch my phone and wallet, Jihyeon? I need to chat with YN."
"Sure!" Jihyeon agreeing, scampering off to fulfill his request.
"YN…" Heeseung's gaze softened as he admires your appearance in the dress. "You look beautiful."
"I hope it's not inappropriate or disrespectful cause Jihyeon let me borrow it…" you began, but Heeseung quickly reassuring you.
"No, it's fine. You should keep it. It suits you really well," he insisted
"Are you sure?" you ask hesitantly.
"Absolutely," Heeseung affirm, his smile unwavering. "By the way, are you free next Friday evening? Jihyeon will be with her aunt, and I thought maybe we could grab dinner together."
"Ah, is someone asking me out?" you tease, accepting his invitation with a smile.
Heeseung chuckles. "Guilty as charged. See you next Friday then. Feel free to continue your tea party," he added with a wink as you playfully rolled your eyes. Jihyeon returned with Heeseung's belongings, bidding him farewell as he left the house once more.
"WHY AM I SO NERVOUS…" you whisper to yourself in the bathroom before a ding dong at the door interrupts your thoughts. "I'LL GET IT!" you shout, hastily opening the door to find Heeseung standing there, clad in a white blouse with the first two buttons undone and black pants.
"I hope I’m not too early?" Heeseung grins.
"Perfect timing," you reply with a small smile. "I'LL BE BACK SOON!" you call out to your friends before exiting the house.
Outside, Heeseung's motorcycle awaits, and you sit on it, securing your helmet as he starts the engine. Arriving at the restaurant, he assists you off the bike, taking your hand and leading you inside. As you settle at a table, you quickly peruse the menu and place your order, leaving time for conversation.
"I noticed something unique about Jihyeon," you begin. "Unlike most kids who prioritize toys, she seems more…mature, especially in her care for you."
"Hm?" Heeseung looks intrigued.
"She's genuinely thoughtful and responsible, almost like she was raised exceptionally well," you add, earning a nod from Heeseung.
"You also strike me as a great brother," you compliment, noticing a faint blush on Heeseung's cheeks as he looks away, taking a sip of water to compose himself.
"Thanks," he responds, attempting to maintain his composure.
As the conversation flows, your food arrives, and after enjoying the meal, you take a leisurely stroll, chatting along the way.
"Yunah is more of a 'clumsy older sister' than an organized one," you remark.
"I could gather that from your stories," Heeseung chuckles, then pauses, "Your shoes... they're untied." He bends down to quickly tie your shoelaces, and inexplicably, your heart begins to race. Why the sudden flutter in your stomach?
"T-thanks," you stutter, "H-how about we head back home now? It's getting late, you know?"
"Yeah, sure," Heeseung nods, masking how he was blushing too.
YOU LIE IN YOUR BED, STARING AT THE CEILING, thinking of all the times you've spent with Heeseung. All the times you babysat Jihyeon and he would always stop by and wave at you. All the time he would do small things to make your heart thump loudly. All the rides you took on his motorcycle. The scent of his leather jacket when you first met him after the party. All of that was nearly 4-5 months ago. Now here you are, lying down and thinking about Heeseung all night, memories keeping you up until 4 am.
“Do you think I’m in love?” you ask Iroha.
“I think you are,” Iroha responds with a smile. “You always talk about Heeseung, and he treats you really well.”
You pause and ponder Iroha’s words, contemplating what it truly means to you. Were all those butterflies in your stomach a sign of love? What even is love?You gaze out the window, reflecting for the last time. Now you realize it, Iroha was right. You are truly deeply in love with the one and only Lee Heeseung
“YN, YOU’RE ZONING OUT AGAIN.” Jihyeon pouts as you gaze out the window for the fourth time.
“Sorry, Jihyeon. Where were we in the play?” you try to give a small smile that hopefully Jihyeon would forgive.
“We were where the prince confessed to the princess!” Jihyeon exclaims.
Confess. The word pops up in the brain as you try to gain your focus back, “Right.” You whisper before then zoning out again. God, why was Heeseung taking your whole mind?
You quickly snap back to reality, “Sorry—so basically the princess confesses to the prince of how much she loves him. How much she makes her get butterflies in her stomach. The way he gives her jacket and talks to her all the time..” You continue on as your mind is only about Heeseung. All the stuff you were saying perfectly described him.
“You know this kind of sounds like my brother,” Jihyeon says, as she plays with her dolls.
“Huh?” you look up from talking.
“Is it?” Jihyeon asks.
“Uhm..” you hesitate.
“It is.” Jihyeon replies, reading your expression, “it’s okay cause I have my mouth shut.” She grabs her fingers and pretends to zip her mouth close as you laugh at her cuteness. But she wasn’t wrong, everything you said was about Heeseung. Everything in your mind right now was Heeseung.
YOU AND YUNAH SETTLE INTO A cozy corner at the bustling café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling in the air. Thoughts of Heeseung, the boy who occupies far too much space in your mind, tug at your attention.
"I’m going to the bathroom," you say, forcing a smile as you make your way to the bathroom. Inside the dimly lit space, you take a deep breath, trying to push aside your thoughts.
But as you stand there, staring at your reflection in the mirror, you can't help but overhear a conversation from the other side of the bathroom.
"Heeseung definitely likes me. Like in Lee Heeseung," a voice boasts confidently. "Remember that one day he kissed me once. He's my type too."
Your heart skips a beat as the words sink in, a wave of shock and betrayal washing over you. Why did you think he likes you? Why did you like him?
You press a hand to your mouth, trying to stop the sobs that threaten to escape. Tears blur your vision as you struggle to make sense of heartbreak.
With trembling hands, you splash cold water on your face, trying to compose yourself before facing Yunah again. You can't let her see you like this, can't bear to let her witness the shattered remnants of your heart.
Summoning every ounce of strength you have left, you force yourself to leave the bathroom. Yunah's concerned gaze meets yours, and you offer her a weak smile.
"I'm not feeling well," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I think I should go home."
Yunah's brow furrows with worry, and she reaches out to touch your arm. But you pull away gently, offering her a reassuring smile.
"I'll be okay," you lie, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "I just need some rest."
With a heavy heart, you bid farewell to Yunah and make your escape from the café. Once outside, tears streaming down your cheeks. Sobbing your eyes, you make your way back home with a broken heart.
"YN, COME ON. HE’S SUCH A JERK" Wonhee consoles you as she wipes away your tears for what feels like the fifth time this week.
"He completely played me," you sob, feeling the weight of betrayal. "I thought there was something between us, but turns out he's just the brother of a kid I babysit. Why did I even like him?"
"YN…" Moka's voice is gentle as she squeezes your hand, "Please don't talk like that. What if there's a misunderstanding?"
"They mentioned 'Lee Heeseung,' it's obviously him," you sniffle, trying to compose yourself.
"Well, why waste your time on someone who doesn't deserve it?" Minju interjects.
"Minju's got a point," Wonhee agrees, "He's not worth your tears. He's just a player."
"But I can't help it, I think I love him," you admit, feeling torn.
"But Heeseung doesn't strike me as the type to play with someone's feelings like that. He's a good guy," Yunah suggests optimistically. "Maybe there's more to the story that you don't know."
"I don't even know anymore," you murmur, wiping your eyes. "All I know is I can't face anyone for the next week. I might even cancel all my plans. I just can't bear to see him right now."
HEESEUNG SAT AT HIS DESK, his mind consumed with worry. It had been a week since you abruptly canceled all your plans, and he hadn't heard from you since. His messages were delivered for nearly a week and according to Iroha, you hadn't left your house in days.
Lost in his thoughts, he barely registered the sound of his bedroom door creaking open. Jihyeon stood in the doorway, her big brown eyes filled with concern.
"Heeseung, are you okay?" she asked softly, her small voice breaking through his anxious mind.
Heeseung forced a smile, trying to hide his emotion, "I'm fine, Jihyeon. Just a little tired."
Jihyeon frowned, unconvinced by his reassurance. "But you've been pacing around your room all day, and you haven't touched your food," she pointed out, her brow furrowing with worry.
Heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He couldn't hide anything from Jihyeon; she always saw right through him.
"I'm just worried about someone," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jihyeon's eyes widened with curiosity. "Is it YN?" she asked, her voice filled with innocence.
Heeseung's heart skipped a beat at the mention of your name, and he nodded slowly. "Yes, it's YN. I haven't heard from her in days, and I'm starting to get really worried."
Jihyeon's expression softened, and she took a tentative step forward, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Don't worry, Heeseung. I'm sure she's okay. Maybe she just needs some time alone."
Heeseung wanted to believe her, but the nagging worry in the back of his mind refused to go away. "Hopefully."
Suddenly, Jihyeon's eyes lit up with excitement, as if she had just remembered something important. "Hey, Heeseung, do you like YN?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
Heeseung's heart skipped a beat at the question, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I…uh…what makes you ask that?"
Jihyeon shrugged, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "YN may have told me that you give her butterflies and so many other things"
Heeseung's breath caught in his throat at the revelation, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. You liked him? The realization filled him with a sense of hope he hadn't felt in days.
"I need to go find YN."he said, his voice choking with emotion.
THE NIGHT HUNG HEAVY WITH SILENCE. Tears streamed down your cheeks; the clock ticked, marking the passing of time as you sat alone in your room.
The sudden creak of the window startled you, and you turned to see Heeseung framed against the moonlit sky. His presence sent a jolt of surprise through you.
"Heeseung?" you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of emotions.
Heeseung hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the right words to say. "YN, I…," he started, but his voice faltered as he struggled to find the courage to speak.
"What are you doing here, Heeseung?" you asked, your voice betraying the hurt and confusion.
Heeseung took a step closer, his eyes filled with concern as he noticed the tears staining your cheeks. "YN, what happened? Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice with genuine worry.
You couldn't help but feel a surge of anger at his question,"Why do you care, Heeseung?" you snapped, your voice sharp"After everything that's happened, why do you even bother?"
Heeseung's eyes widened in surprise, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. "What do you mean, YN? What happened?" he asked.
The anger inside you boiled over, and you couldn't hold back the flood of emotions any longer. "You like another girl," you said, your voice trembling with hurt and anger. "You kissed her,"
Heeseung's face looked puzzled, his eyes with confusion"YN, it's not what you think," he started, but you cut him off.
"Don't even bother, Heeseung," you said, your voice filled with resignation. "I know the truth now. I know that everything you did to me was just to play."
Heeseung's heart shattered at your words, "YN, please, let me explain," he pleaded, his voice desperate. You shake your head no.
"YN, listen to me," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of your quiet sobs. "Those are all false. I never kissed anyone. I don’t like anyone but…"
You turned to face him, the tears still streaming down your cheeks as you searched his eyes.
“But you. I like you, YN," Heeseung confessed, "More than I've ever liked anyone before."
Your eyes widened, “What?”
“I like you YN.” Heeseung confessed, before you could process anything
For a moment, the world fell away around you as he pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Lips in sync, his hands snaking around your waist.
But all too soon, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway outside your room, and Heeseung pulled away, his eyes wide with panic. "YN, open the door, I brought tea," Yunah's voice called out. He realized that he was about to be caught, and he turned to you. Without a word, he pressed his lips to yours one last time.
As you stood there, the echo of his words ringing in your ears. He liked you. Heeseung Lee liked you back.
THE WARM GLOW OF THE AFTERNOON SUN FILTERED through the curtains, casting a soft light over the cozy living room. You sat beside him on the comfortable couch, next to Heeseung’s side as you watched a movie together.
Jihyeon sat on the floor in front of the TV, completely engrossed in the movie. Every so often, she would glance back at the two of you, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she plotted her next adventure.
Heeseung wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Is the movie good, angel?" he murmured, his voice soft with affection.
You nodded, leaning into his embrace with a contented sigh. "Mhmm, perfect," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
As the movie played on, you found yourself drifting off, the gentle rhythm of Heeseung's heartbeat and the noise of Jihyeon’s laughter.
When the movie finally came to an end, Jihyeon jumped up from her spot on the floor, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can we play a game now?" she asked, bouncing up and down.
Heeseung chuckled at her enthusiasm, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Of course, Jihyeon," he said, shooting you a playful grin. "What do you want to play?"
Jihyeon's face lit up with delight as she rattled off a list of her favorite games, her energy infectious as she dragged the two of you into her world of make-believe. You and Heeseung played along with her antics, laughing and joking as you chased each other around the room, completely lost in the moment.
And as you watched Heeseung and Jihyeon, their laughter filling the air with joy, you knew that you would do anything to protect this precious moment, to hold onto it for as long as you possibly could.
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THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID
PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader
SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]
WARNINGS ✦ cursing, use of the word 'slut'
NOTES ✦ let's pretend the dog i used looks relatively like leo!! reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are closed. i acc love writing for this series no joke.
SERIES ✦ the leclerc chronicles masterlist ; previous part ; next part
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yourusername to summarise: these sunglasses were the best investment, i am THE GOAT at bowling, and im planning on stealing alex from my brother. 😘
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user1 Y/NNN MY FAV LECLERC
user2 SO REALLL
user3 how are you not jet lagged rn
yourusername believe me i am (can't wait for japan though!)
user4 so like does she work orrrr
user5 she's an influencer babe?
charles_leclerc that's my girlfriend??
yourusername not anymoreee!!
alexandrasaintmleux im sorry baby, i didnt want you to find out this way 😔
charles_leclerc this isn't fair ☹️☹️
yourusername boo hoo life's not fair mate get over it
landonorris pretty sure i beat you at bowling though???
oscarpiastri so did i??
yourusername listen yeah the australian bowling lanes are a bit wonky so that's why i lost. otherwise i would've owned BOTH OF YOU
lilyzneimer i beat y/n too but i love her too much to be rude to her 🩷
yourusername this is why ur my favorite lily, instead of ur rat of a boyfriend & his teammate
landonorris im sorry?
yourusername BOO MCLAREN 👎👎 FORZA FERRARI ❤️❤️
charles_leclerc you are awful at bowling y/n but FORZA FERRARI ❤️
maxverstappen1 the one thing you could probably beat me at ☹️
yourusername get used to it verstappen 😘 LECLERC 🔛🔝
maxverstappen1 yeah but who's won 3 f1 championships 🤔
yourusername watch yeah put me in a racecar and you're officially done mr verstappen ‼️
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yourusername ticked another city off the bucket list today! 愛してるよ東京 🩷 ( i love you tokyo )
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user6 Y/N IN JAPAN WOOHOOO
user7 seeing y/n in japan makes me so happy idk
user8 she's living her best life fr!!
charles_leclerc the second photo was taken moments before disaster 😘
georgerussell63 WHAT HAPPENED
yourusername charles marc hervé perceval leclerc don't you dare.
charles_leclerc she dropped her sandwich in the koi pond and they all ate it 🤷♂️
yourusername WHY ARE YOU EXPOSING ME CHARLES. IT WAS EMBARRASSING ENOUGH. FUCK YOU.
georgerussell63 that's not THAT bad y/n but also your name is so long charles??
charles_leclerc tell me about it ☹️
yukitsunoda loved getting sushi with you y/n!!
yourusername YUKIII WE NEED TO DO IT AGAIN i swear you know all the best spots
landonorris sushi 🤮
yourusername mr norris you have the palate of a five year old boy now shut up before i remove your ipad privileges ❤️
logansargeant third pic goes harddd wonder who took it 😍
yourusername thanks logie much appreciated babes 💋💋
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yourusername last slide is very much true, coming from a very credible source (me). loved being in japan this week, すぐに戻ってきます ❤️ ( i'll be back soon )
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user9 sometimes i forget that y/n is monegasque as well
user10 NO REAL
user11 THE RED THEMEEE LOVE!!
user12 the last slide HELPPP
user13 everyone say THANK YOU Y/N for the charles crumbs
user14 THANK YOU Y/N WE LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU MORE THAN YOU KNOW 💋
charles_leclerc the last slide y/n 🤣
yourusername @/pierregasly my favorite bromance 👊
pierregasly thanks for the love y/n 🤣❤️
landonorris photo credits? 📷☹️
yourusername not needed after the little stint you pulled today ☝️
oscarpiastri lets normalise giving context 😊😊😊
yourusername someone (naming no names) CHEATED at uno.
landonorris I DIDNT KNOW YOU COULDNT KEEP CARDS FOR SAFEKEEPING
yourusername IN WHAT GAME CAN YOU KEEP CARDS FOR SAFEKEEPING??
oscarpiastri yeah...the no photo creds was deserved
yourusername
( caption one: ferrari girls on film 🏎️ + tags | caption two: to all the haters saying i can't bowl, guess who just fucking won!! @/charles_leclerc you are a WEAK opponent 👎 )
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yourusername i hereby declare that this ice cream brand is officially y/n certified (coming from ice cream's no.1 fan). now go support my brother or wtv 🍦😜
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user15 AWWW Y/N SUPPORTING CHARLES
user16 my fav siblings ever 🫶🫶
user17 THE ICE CREAM LOOKS SO NICE CANT WAITT TO BUY
charles_leclerc thanks for the free advertisement y/n 😊😊
yourusername you're welcome cha!! (i'll act like you didn't ask me to do this 😊)
charles_leclerc shhh y/n that's meant to be a secret!
yourusername whoops?? 🤷♀️🤷♀️
landonorris if you advertise my quadrant merch in the future i'll give you a papaya paddock pass? 👐👐
yourusername unfortunately y/n leclerc's services extend to that of her immediate family only. if you have any issues with the above, don't message me about them!
landonorris why are you speaking like someone else y/n
yourusername so i sound more fancy
alexandrasaintmleux something delicious is in this post and it's not the ice cream 🤤
yourusername MY WIFE 😘😘
charles_leclerc not the public flirting AND being rude about my ice cream ☹️☹️
yourusername hahahaha sucks to be you rn 🫵
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yourusername "i've only had leo for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, i would kill everyone in this room and then myself"
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user18 Y/N IS A B99 FAN CONFIRMED??
user19 THE BEST SHOWWW
user20 LEO IS THE CUTESTTT
user21 auntie y/n babysitting omg 🥺🥺
yourusername stop it rn auntie makes me sound so old 😔😔
user21 OMG SHE REPLIED?!
charles_leclerc my baby 🥺
yourusername im planning on stealing him from you at some point 😘
charles_leclerc im sorry?? first my girlfriend now my dog??
yourusername stay on high alert charles nothing is safe around me 🚨🚨
lilymhe cutie 😉😉
yourusername YOUUUU!!
alex_albon the dog's cuter
yourusername 'the dog' has a NAME albon, and you're just jealous your girlfriend prefers me to you!
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yourusername 上海之夜 🌃 ( shanghai nights )
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user22 Y/N IN SHANGHAI FOR THE GP??
user23 I LOVE YOU Y/NNNN
user24 does she go to every race?
user25 she said on an interview once that she tries to attend every race & flies with her brother (& sometimes his girlfriend alex) whenever she does go to them! she couldn't make jeddah this year because she had other commitments at the time, but she tries to go to most of them!
user26 Y/N LECLERC IS THAT A MAN IN UR SECOND PIC??
user27 SOFT LAUNCH MAYBEEE??
charles_leclerc y/n i don't recognise that second pic? 🤔🤔
yourusername charles calm down it's literally a friend
charles_leclerc why not tag him then??
yourusername as a nice FRIEND, i actually value his life so im trying to save him from you, arthur and lorenzo ❤️
lance_stroll I MISS YOU
lance_stroll this is marilou by the way ive lost my own phone 😔
yourusername MARILOUUU MY ANGELLL I LOVE YOU!! leave ur boyfriend for me
lance_stroll y/n im back what is this.
yourusername idc about you tell marilou to come over
iamrebeccad in awe of you forever 🤩
yourusername love you becca ❤️
imessages ( y/n )
maxverstappen1
( caption: pov - mr world champion x3 gets his phone robbed by a 22 year old girl who enjoys harassing people on the daily 😘 [...] @/yourusername FOLLOW ME NOWWWW (please) )
yourusername
( caption: me when max asks me why i stole his phone, promoted my instagram account and then left [...] @/maxverstappen1 sorry about that 😬💗 )
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yourusername cali this week, miami next ✈️
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user28 i swear i'd sell my soul to live your life y/n
user29 she's actually stunninggg
user30 Y/NNN MY ANGEL FR
user31 hottest leclerc (real)
georgerussell63 you after stalking me and carmen to california??
landonorris SORRY?
yourusername okay guys lets clear up the rumours!! 😁😁 i actually got invited to an EVENT in california, and george and carmen happened to be there, so like yes, i have been with them but i did NOTTT stalk them guys im not about that lifestyle
georgerussell63 yeah but like how do i know you're not watching me while i sleep 🤔
yourusername that's the whole beauty of it, you'll never EVER know 😁
carmenmmundt come over please george is annoying me
yourusername omw bbg 😘😘
georgerussell63 betrayal 101
alexandrasaintmleux missing you rn 😔😔
charles_leclerc you're literally with me right now??
alexandrasaintmleux yeah and im missing your sister??
yourusername I LOVE YOU ALEX im seeing you soon trust
logansargeant come to miami quicker you promised i could show you all the best spots :(
yourusername I SWEAR IM ON MY WAY LOGANNN
logansargeant
( caption: i let y/n in my house and the first thing she does is pull out her diary to document our day [...] @/yourusername least you could do is say "thanks for letting me in" ☹️ )
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yourusername bro said "i know a spot" and took me to a lake.
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user32 THE CAPTION SCREAMINGGG
user33 that's so logan i actually cant HELP
user34 the second pic 🤣
user35 y/n after third wheeling:
charles_leclerc so this is why you wouldn't go on a walk with me
yourusername maybe i shouldve gone on that walk idk, logan is a bit of a reckless boat driver
logansargeant IM NOT??
yourusername logan babe, we were coming up to a rock and you shouted 'land ahoy', i have reason to be scared ❤️
oscarpiastri HELP LAND AHOY?? ARE YOU A PIRATE LOGAN
logansargeant IT WAS A JOKE OKAY PARDON ME FOR MY HUMOR
yourusername 'pardon me' aren't we getting posh!
logansargeant dont lie you had a great time
yourusername define "great time"...because i sat there and sunbathed for like three hours while you caught a couple of 'beauties'
logansargeant and then you ate one of those beauties for dinner??
yourusername best part of the entire thing your mom makes a mean fish yum yum 😋😋
user36 AW SHE WENT TO HIS HOUSE
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yourusername LANDO NOWINS BRCOMES LANDO WIQH WINSSSS 😁😁🏆🏆 so hqppy for you rihht now, and for max & charles and their podium!! ❤️
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user37 reason no.1209212 as to why y/n is the best:
user38 THIS POST AWWW
user39 the way she's so proud of him and her brother 🥺🥺
user40 and max!!
landonorris couldn't have a post without charles and max featuring huh 😔
yourusername unfortunately charles IS my brother, and max IS my friend as well, so im legally obliged to celebrate with both of them too
landonorris yeah but...my first win ☹️
yourusername next win trust i'll dedicate an entire post to you babes ❤️
charles_leclerc the spelling y/n 🤣🤣
yourusername I WAS DRUNK OKAY BLAME MAX
maxverstappen1 BLAME ME HUH
yourusername YOU GOT ME DRUNK MATE
charles_leclerc absolutely shocking behaviour from a world champion
yourusername RIGHT??
maxverstappen1 how come i never get these sort of posts when i win
yourusername would you like one next time maxie?? 😁
maxverstappen1 please 😔
yourusername watch its coming 🔥🔥🔥
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A Relaxing Night
Warnings: NSFW, established relationship, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering
Pairing: Jing Yuan x reader
A/n: Whew okay this is the continuation of that sneak peek I gave that anon earlier this week! Sorry it took so long 🤧
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Jing Yuan walks in with a sigh. It was the fifth night that week that he worked late, not coming home until well after 2am.
"Shouldn't your aides help lighten the load?" You ask.
Jing Yuan looks up, surprised to see you still awake at this hour and takes note of the fire going in the fireplace. It looked like you had just fed it more logs; you had probably been waiting most of the night for him.
"They do but I don't want to keep them late. It's not fair to them." He sighs.
"Well it doesn't seem fair to you either... You can't keep working like this, you'll burnout or make a mistake." You reply, concern evident in your tone.
He sighs again, "I know...it shouldn't be for much longer. All I want right now is to take a bath and then sleep, though."
You stand up and walk towards him. He wears a small smile as he watches you approach and wraps his arms around your hips when you get closer.
"I can help with that." You say, looking into his golden eyes.
"Oh?" He asks, a playful lilt to his tone.
You lean into his body and look up at him, reaching your arms up and gently tugging on his hair tie. His gaze never wavers from you as his hair comes loose and frames his face.
"I can't tell if you intend on getting me clean or dirty right now, but I will say I'm not opposed to the latter." He gives you a cheeky smile.
"My intention is to run you a nice bath for you to relax in. Go ahead and get dressed while I get the water going." You give him a quick peck on the lips before detangling yourself from him and walking to the bathroom.
Jing Yuan signs again as he watches you go. He was tired, but he also missed you and he missed being intimate with you. He missed how soft your skin felt beneath him and the way his name sounded on your lips as he made love to you.
He could feel his dick getting hard so he tried to shoo away the thoughts. It was late for you too and he was shocked you were even awake. So he followed your instructions to undress and made his way to the bathroom where he was greeted with a warmth in the air and the smell of lavender, along with your naked body.
"Oh? What's this?" He asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You could feel his strong, sleek muscles against your back and his half-boner against your ass.
"I'm taking you a bath. But I figured the most efficient way would be to get in with you."
"Ah, and I'm sure you don't have any ulterior motives.." he teased, running his hands down your body to remind himself just how soft your skin was.
You laughed, "No ulterior motives. I just wanted to help you relax since you've been working so hard."
You turned in his arms and wrapped your own around his neck, "So if you would, please step into the bath so I can get on with that."
"As you wish." He says, and kisses you before stepping into the bath.
"Does it feel okay?"
He lets out a breath as he sinks in, closing his eyes, "it's perfect."
You smile, "good." And you climb into the tub behind him.
You start by wetting his hair. It's so long that it dips into the water.
Once it's sufficiently wet, you squirt shampoo into your hands and massage it into his scalp. His eyes are closed as you work your fingers around his head. If it wasn't for the fact that he was keeping himself upright you would assume he was asleep.
After rinsing out the shampoo, you move to conditioner. You separate his hair into sections and apply it liberally before running a comb through each section and rinsing it out.
Next, you washed his body. Running the soapy cloth over his hardened muscles. You couldn't help but get a little turned on. The nights had been lonely without him, and you missed running your hands over his body in the way you were doing with the washcloth. But the goal was to get him clean, so you pushed away your uncouth thoughts and kept scrubbing away at his skin.
Afterwards, you drained the water and grabbed the showerhead to rinse him off one more time.
With the bath water drained you shivered from the cold, goosebumps popping up on your legs that were on either side of Jing Yuan and your nipples hard against his back.
He ran his hands across your legs to warm you up but couldn't ignore the feeling of your breasts pressed against him. His dick twitched at the thought of touching them. It didn't help that your hand was running all over his body as you followed it with the showerhead. He missed the feeling of your hands roaming over him, filled with need.
He abruptly grabbed your hand, halting your movement before bringing it to his mouth and planting a long kiss on it. But he didn't stop there. He kept kissing up your arm, as far as he could go without fully turning around.
The feel of his soft lips on your skin made your pussy pulse. Those lips that treated you so well. It had been over two weeks since you felt them on your body. The memories of how he worshipped you with those lips, kissed and sucked and licked and bit, made your pussy throb against his back and made you hyper aware of his position between your legs.
Jing Yuan noticed you had stopped moving the showerhead and turned to look at you, "are you done rinsing me off?"
You could see his pupils were dilated. You had been with him long enough to know when he was aroused without needing to see his penis.
You nodded, lips parted and face flushed as thoughts of what you wanted to do with him raced through your mind.
"Good." Was all he responded before standing up and grabbing the towel you had left nearby. He wrapped it around you and then picked you up. His strong arms cradling you to his chest as he left the bathroom and carried you to what you thought would be your bedroom.
"Wait we're all wet. We can't go on the bed." You said.
"We're not going to the bed."
Jing Yuan made a right to head back out to the living room where the fire was still crackling. It was the only light in the room and provided a comfortable warmth as Jing Yuan laid you down on the floor in front of it, the towel still underneath you.
You looked up into his golden eyes as he hovered above you, caressing your face.
"That bath was wonderful, but it made me realize how much I missed your touch. How much I missed touching you." He said, bringing your hand to his mouth again to plant kisses over it, asking you permission with his eyes to kiss you everywhere else.
You brought your free hand to his face, "I was thinking the same thing."
"Then let me have you tonight." He whispered against your wrist, planting another kiss.
"You already have me. I am yours, Jing Yuan." You respond, breathless from your arousal and your heart pumping in your chest.
"Oh and I am yours. Forever." He whispers, bringing his lips down to yours.
His kiss is passionate but tender. Drops of water from his hair landing on your cheek but quickly drying against the heat of the fire.
He kisses further down your neck, over your collarbone, until he gets to your breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth and traces it with his tongue, earning a moan from you.
His other hand reaches up and massages the other one.
His ministrations are tried and true. He knows exactly how to play your body to get you to make the sounds he wants and he has you sighing within seconds, the throbbing between your legs growing even more prominent as you feel a wetness gathering between your thighs.
"Beautiful. So beautiful." He says before working his way down further, kissing over your stomach until he gets to the apex of your thighs.
Jing Yuan wastes no time licking up the wetness spilling from you. His precise licks eliciting moan after moan from you.
He takes your clit in his mouth and starts sucking as he dips one finger into your heat.
"Oh Jing Yuan" you moan. This is what you needed. You needed his hands and mouth on you. Pumping his fingers and sucking your clit in a way only he knows how.
He adds another finger and begins curling them inside of you, your hands tangling in his hair as you writhe under him.
He glances up at your face as he uses his tongue to play with your clit, your thighs clamping around his head as the intense pleasure begins to consume you.
Your eyes are closed and you're breathing hard, his dual stimulation on your cunt making your pussy clench around his fingers as he builds up your orgasm.
His gold eyes watch, ignoring the throb he feels in his cock as he relishes in your taste and the feel of your wetness on his fingers. Knowing he's the reason you're squirming and panting and moaning.
He continues moving his fingers in you as your breathing gets faster and you squirm more.
"Jing Yuan....Jing Yuan...." You whine, the pressure in you built up and ready to be released.
He moans against your clit in anticipation, continuing his movements until you're loudly moaning his name and your thighs lock around his head, hands fisting his hair as your body convulses and cums around his fingers.
Your orgasm is intense but the general holds you to him with his free hand, lips never disconnecting from your clit as he sucks and licks until you're completely still save for the occasional twitch.
Only then does Jing Yuan stop and pull his fingers out of you, sitting up on his knees between your thighs and looking into your flushed face as he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting you.
"Still just as sweet as I remember."
You look down at his throbbing member covered in precum, making it glisten against the light of the fire. That with the way he towers over you between your legs makes your pussy throb despite the earth shattering orgasm you just had. You wanted him inside you. Wanted to be the one to satiate his needs.
Without saying anything, you opened your legs a little wider and he runs his hands down the length of your thighs, looking at the cum dripping from your pussy. His dick twitched at the thought of being inside of you.
In response to your invitation he slowly crawls over you and positions his hips above yours. He kisses you tenderly, and you can taste the salty remnants of your orgasm on his tongue as he worked it into your mouth.
You ran your fingers through his hair as you savored the taste and feel of his tongue in your mouth, pussy aching for him to give you what you really wanted as you felt his tip at your entrance.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him to you and forcing him in, moaning into each other's mouths.
He breaks the kiss so he can look into your eyes as he pushes the rest of the way into you. Slowly. So slowly to savor the first feel of your walls around him and the way your eyes flutter closed as he fills you and stretches you.
When he's bottomed out he stays still for a second to let you adjust and kisses your cheek and down your jaw.
Feeling his hard length inside of you makes you feel complete. Like a piece of you had been missing for the 3 weeks and now has finally returned.
When he works his way back up your jaw your eyes are open and he starts moving, slowly rolling his hips into you while you both look into each other's eyes.
The fire lights half of your faces and makes the gold in one of his eyes look like its own flame. You reach up to caress his face and bring your head up to kiss him once more.
His lips are gentle as they move against yours, but the kiss is short as you both quickly release to let out breathy moans as he rolls his hips deeply into you, his pelvis massaging your clit with each movement.
Your hands and eyes roam over his muscular arms that are braced on either side of your head, then over his broad chest, and finally down his strong back. He watches you and relishes in your touch and obvious need for him.
You're so wet he can feel it dripping down his balls each time he rolls into you. When you look back up to meet his eyes you're both thinking the same thing. How you wish you could stay like this forever. Just the two of you in this warm, half-light, connected without the need for words.
It's like your bodies were made for each other as you both moan when Jing Yuan switches from rolling his hips to thrusting into you.
He still goes slowly, pulling out and pushing back in, feeling your walls slide across his entire length as you sigh.
The friction is divine. Every movement he makes fills you with a pleasure that's oh so sweet.
He comes down to kiss you again before picking up his pace. The wet noises coming from your connection adding to the eroticism of the moment.
You can feel yourself climbing to another orgasm as he continues thrusting into you, both of you panting and moaning into each other.
Jing Yuan moves to tuck his face into the crook of your neck to suck on the sensitive skin there, nipping and licking as you gasp.
He can feel himself reaching his own high as his ball tighten and he starts thrusting into your harder.
"Fuck." You hear him breathlessly whisper against your neck.
You moan loudly at his change of pace, hands gripping his hair. It just feels so good. All of your senses are filled with Jing Yuan. There is nothing but the two of you and the feelings of pleasure you're both eliciting from each other.
He takes one of his arms to pull your leg up higher and holds it, allowing him in deeper.
"Oh Jing Yuan." You moan helplessly.
He's pounding into you now, you're both so close, so close to the release you both need.
He takes his face from your neck and looks at your flushed and fucked face. Mouth forming an o as you moan and say you're close.
He puts his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, "Cum for me, my love. Please. Please." He almost begs.
At his desperate command your body his wracked with an orgasm that leaves you seeing stars. Your hips buck up into him as you scream the general's name over and over. Your nails dig into his back and your pussy convulses and cums all around his length.
Jing Yuan finds his own release at the same time, moaning your name and bucking his hips into you with each rope of cum that spurts out, trying to push his seed in as deep as possible.
You're both breathing hard into each other and you can feel the mix of both your releases leaking out of you.
Jing Yuan releases your leg as he opens his eyes to meet your own. You both looked at each other for a second before you start giggling uncontrollably.
This was not what the general was expecting to happen after sex like that, "what's funny?"
"Nothing. I don't know I just feel so giddy now I can't explain it." You say between laughs.
Jing Yuan can't help but smile and chuckle at you. All these years and you still manage to surprise him.
Your laughter is cut short as he rolls you both over so that you're laying on top of him and your other sides are facing the fire.
You give a contented sigh as you lay your head on his chest and watch the small flames flicker. A contented silence settling between you both as he strokes your back with his thumb.
After a while you notice his breathing has evened out and when you glance up at him, his eyes are closed in a blissful slumber.
You smile to yourself before getting comfortable. He had to be up in a few hours for work, but for now he could just be your dozing general.
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Lego date | Joe Burrow
summary — Joe and you building some Lego together
pairing — joe burrow x reader
words — 1694
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"Tell me how you’re ever supposed to choose one here." Cocking your head you look up the large shelf that held countless Lego sets.
"If I find the answer, i'll be the first to tell you" replied Joe, who was standing a bit away from you and had taken a step closer to the shelf to get a closer look at the different lego sets.
You two were in a toy store that had a huge selection of lego, so it would be almost impossible to decide on a set that both of you wanted to build together.
You let out a slightly annoyed sigh, while you took your eyes off the many colorful boxes and turn to your boyfriend, who was holding one of the many boxes in his hand and seemed to be studying it carefully.
"What do you have there?" , curious you stepped over to Joe to take a look at the set.
"Chewbacca." Joe turned the box in your direction so you could catch a glimpse of the traced image of Chewbacca.
"Looks really cool, but if you remember we just put something together last week from Star Wars" , you reminded your boyfriend as you stepped towards the shelf again, tilting your head slightly as you began to pattern the colorful boxes once more.
"But Star Wars is cool. Especially Chewbacca. That one has to be in my collection," Joe started to convince you, so however, you shook your head with a smirk and reached for a box.
"I'm more here for."
You held the box with the time machine from Back to the Future in front of Joe's nose.
"This is really cool, too." , Joe replied as he put Chewbacca back on the shelf and you then took the box off to get a better look at the back to the future car.
"So this?" , you tried to get Joe to take this box to the checkout so both of you could make your way back home as quickly as possible, where you would put your comfy clothes back on and you both would then build the set together.
"I don't know..." Joe hesitated, so he put the box back on the shelf and began rubbing his chin.
The little wrinkle under his eye that always formed when Joe was thinking showed you that Joe wasn't really having an easy time deciding on his set.
But with such a large Lego selection, could you blame him?
"Or the house of Home alone," you pointed your finger at the matching set of Joe and your favorite Christmas movie, which you both watched together as a kind of tradition every Christmas.
"There's too much to choose from" , Joe almost whined, running his fingers through his blond hair, which subsequently sat rather tousled on his head.
"I know, but we can take one now and then in the next few weeks we'll get the others" , suggested you, trying to make Joe's decision a little easier, which, however, became anything but easy for Joe.
"Then I'll have to decide which set I'll take home first...", Joe whined almost like a little child, so that you held your hand over your mouth as a soft giggle escaped you.
It was kind of cute to see Joe standing desperately between the two shelves, just unable to decide.
"I guess that's the way it is." , you smirked as you buried your hands in your jacket pockets and slowly walked along the shelf to make the wait a little more exciting.
In the background you could hear Joe muttering softly to himself as you looked at all the different sets.
It was really amazing what Lego had produced in the meantime for sets and especially the prices were sometimes quite a number for themselves.
"Honey?" you heard Joe ask a few minutes later, so you turned around and looked over at your boyfriend.
"Yeah?"
"I think I've decided."
You walked over to Joe and was quite excited to see which set he had decided on and would build them right at home with Joe.
"Which one did it turn out to be?"
Without saying a word, Joe held out the box containing the Chewbacca Lego figure to you.
In fact, you had actually known from the beginning that Joe would choose this figure, as he had been quite blown away when he had pulled it off the shelf.
"Please don't be disappointed" Joe started the sentence almost pouting, while he saw that you was not too enthusiastic.
"I'm not disappointed." , you replied truthfully and pressed a gentle kiss on your boyfriend's cheek to make it clear to him once again.
"But you were probably hoping it would be a different set, since it was already Star Wars last week..."
"It's okay, Joey.Really. You decided on the set and now we're going to build it right at home."
In response, Joe merely nodded, clearly seeming to wrestle with himself over whether he should actually take Chewbacca.
"You know, we'll take Chewbacca with us and you pick out a set for that too, okay? Then we'll both be happy," Joe suggested after a few minutes of deliberation, so you summarily agreed and went off in search of a set to take with you.
It took a few minutes before you found what you were looking for and came over to Joe with the box behind your back.
"Did you find anything?" , he asked as he lifted his eyes from his phone and looked at his girlfriend.
"Yeah, and I already have a really cool idea of how we're going to place this at home," you replied with a grin, holding out an flower set to Joe.
A grin formed on Joe's lips before he rolled his eyes slightly. It had somehow been clear to him that you had chosen the Lego flowers
"Please," you almost pleaded when you realized that Joe wasn't too keen on the idea. You put on your puppy-dog eyes and pulled a slight pout, which you knew Joe couldn't very well say no to.
And sure enough, it worked. Joe sighed softly before putting the phone in his pocket and then a slight grin formed on his lips.
"How could I ever say no to that face?"
"Woohoo!" , you exclaimed joyfully while pressing the box against you.
Joe pressed a feather-light kiss to y/n's forehead before taking her hand, fingers intertwined, and the two made their way to the checkout.
And you couldn't tell which of the two was happier with their Lego sets, because the two were positively beaming.
About twenty minutes later, you had made yourselves comfortable on the soft carpet in front of the living room table on which you now wanted to build your Lego sets.
A soft drink and a few snacks of your choice were also waiting for you.
While Joe was connecting his cell phone to the Bluetooth box, you were already opening the box of Lego flowers and pouring the contents onto the table.
You could hardly wait to assemble the colorful Lego bouquet and then place it in a fancy vase on your living room table where everyone could see it.
"So we're going to start with the flowers?" Joe noted with a grin as he sat down opposite and reached for the assembly instructions.
"Yes, you were allowed to buy Chewbacca, but that doesn't mean we have to build him first." You give your boyfriend a cheeky grin and then tear open the packaging of the components with the large number 1 on them.
"Then the poor thing will probably stay in its packaging for a while longer," Joe sulked almost dramatically, which made you start to laugh.
Sometimes your boyfriend was really childish. But this childlike nature was a special part of Joe that you loved so much.
Because of his childish nature, you would occasionally do things together that you had loved doing as children.
Even the Lego dates that you and Joe used to go on were more or less your joint highlight.
So not only could you build various sets together, but you could also get the Lego sets that your parents used to say no to.
"If you finish my flowers quickly, we can finish Chewbacca today," you try to motivate Joe, who looks down at all the little Lego pieces with his eyebrows drawn together.
"This is going to be a lot of work." The person opposite you grumbled slightly as he picked up a few small pieces and began to assemble the first flower.
"Don't be like that" You smiled as you kept handing Joe a suitable piece, certain that you would make faster progress this way.
A few hours later, you had managed to finish assembling both sets. While Joe's Chewbacca had now found his place on the sideboard under the TV, your flowers had found a special place on the living room table.
"I think I'm getting old. My muscles hurt from sitting on the floor all day" You were almost moaning as you began to massage your neck.
"My poor darling," Joe grinned as he put his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. "Then the next Lego dates will probably have to be canceled."
"Says the guy who last night was still secretly trying to circle countless sets in the Lego catalog that he still wants like a little kid."
In fact, Joe had been sitting on the sofa last night with a Lego catalog and a pen, circling some sets that he wanted to get later.
When you came into the living room, the quarterback had shoved the catalog under the sofa cushion in a panic, hoping you wouldn't discover it.
"You got me," your boyfriend sulked, causing you to grin wryly.
"Of course I did, but I saw that there were some good sets in there."
"So you're going to build them all with me?"
Joe lowered his eyes to you and looked at you almost hopefully.
"I will be. Luckily, we still have an incredible amount of time together in which to build various Lego sets."
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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Eight
Summary: Jungkook shows you how you deserve to be loved but you're still doubting yourself
Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22)
Word Count: 3.1k~
Warnings: Smuuuuutttt and explicit language lol
a/n: Sorry I edged ya'll for so long but I wrote all day just to get this out! That you for the people who sent me asks about the story because I definitely took a lot longer to update than I thought I had (I swear I either update too soon or wait wayyy too long)
p.s. Barely edited so please have mercy on me lol
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"Lift your hips for me love" he says while caressing the outside of my thigh and I do as he says. He places a pillow under me, angling my hips just how he wants them, giving him a better angle this time.
He takes time to study my body, almost as if he was committing it all to memory.
"Stop doing that" I whine, getting embarrassed by his heated gaze and he chuckles dryly as I use one of my feet to push him away by his shoulder. "I'm sorry I can't help it, you're just so beautiful" he mumbles and I have to choke back a sound I would be embarrassed to let out as a reaction to his word alone. Not wanting to let him how much control he has over me and my body.
"I want you" I say, sitting up and grabbing him by the neck to pull him down on top of me to stop this waiting game. He responds with kisses laced with almost a sense of desperation, him now showing physical responses based off of my words.
"You have no fucking idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that to me" he says against my lips and that same fluttering feeling stirs up inside me. I open my eyes as he's just resting his lips against mine and see that he's looking at me and I turn my face to the side but he pulls me back towards him and caresses my cheek.
"How long have you known I wanted you?" he asks and the air in my lungs disappears, not knowing how I'm supposed to respond to it. "A while" I choke out and he nods his head resting it against mine. "Thank you for not leading me on" he says and he doesn't give me a chance to respond as he's pressing his lips against mine and driving me crazy as his fingers start to toy with me again.
"You sure you want to do this?" he says, pumping two fingers in and out of me before adding another one making me tense up at the stretch but soon I'm putty in his hands again. "Yes please fuck Jungkook please I want this I want you" I say, emphasizing the last part since I know it drove him crazy just moments ago.
I hear him curse under his breath before he get off of me and takes off his shirt, flashing those jaw dropping abs I was sure he had. Nothing insane but just enough to show me how well he takes care of himself leaving me wracking my brain trying to figure out what I did to deserve a man like him.
Once he takes off his jeans and boxers I know I'm done for, leaving me gulping at his size.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you" he says, taking note of my apprehension as he gets on top of me again. "But what if I want you to hurt me?" I question, testing the waters and seeing how far he would push me. "No none of that. At least not tonight. I don't want any of this to be brought back to him" he growls out, hating the fact that he's even mentioned him.
"I want to show you what you actually deserve and I want you to know that I will never treat you like that" he says and goes back to playing with my entrance, drawing figure eights around my clit to help me loosen up for him.
I whine and he laughs, knowing exactly how impatient I'm getting, "I know pretty, I know. I just don't wanna hurt you" he says and drags his middle finger against that spot I've been dying for him to get to all night. "Fuck right there" I groan, back arching off the mattress and he does it again making my breath hitch, knowing this is only the beginning.
"So greedy. Just trying to get you ready for me and you can't even appreciate what I've already given you. Noona I thought you knew better than that" he taunts and I moan when he hits that spot again. "Does my Noona like being talked down to?" he asks and I let out a breathy yes, not being able to comprehend everything completely but knowing I'll love anything he'll give me.
"Noted" he says under his breath, tucking that bit of information in the back of his mind to use later but knows he wants to treat me differently tonight.
He rubs his cock head up and down my fold and I can't help but purr at the feeling, so addicted to him already and knowing that I'll never want anyone else but him.
I watch him with his brows pinched together, concentrating and also getting lost in the feeling. The vision of his cock running through my folds is a mesmerizing scene that he hardly wants to stop but once I start to wiggle my hips in frustration he knows that he's toyed with me enough.
"You sure you want this?" he asks again, once last confirmation of my consent and although I'm glad that he's being careful I just need him inside me already. "Fuck yes Jungkook please" are the words that fall from my lips, accompanied by a moan as he's started to press himself into me right when they've left my mouth.
My eyes squeeze shut as he inches inside of me and once his head is all the way in I let out a breath and he stops, resting his forehead against mine and waits for me to relax. "Can I keep going?" he groans out, holding back being so hard for him with the way I've been wrapped around him.
"Yes just go slow" I breath out and he does as I say, something about this moment almost makes me feel like a virgin again. The sounds, the sensations, the way he touches me, it all feels too pure and so new, as if he was scared I might break.
My breath hitches a few times as he continues to push in but once he's bottomed out and has hit that spot I let out a moan, feeling close to cumming already.
He gives me a few more seconds to adjust, his breathing even shakier than mine making me feel the need to check on him.
"Jungkook what's wrong?" I ask, surprised as to how I can even speak with him buried this deep inside me but my want to take care of him stronger than any high I might be seeking. "N-nothing it's just been a while" he chuckles, muscles in his back contracting and I can tell how much he's been holding himself back.
"You can move" I breathe out, happy knowing that he hasn't been with someone in a while and also that he's putting my needs before his own.
"Shit Noona you feel so good" he says as he rocks back and forth into me. A deep and sensual rhythm rivaled to Tae's harsh and sharp one, making sure I enjoy it rather than hurrying to simply chase that high.
"You're so perfect for me" he say, mumbling every little thought that comes to his head, praising me and making me drunk off his words, bringing me closer and closer to release with every thrust.
"Kiss me" I say, my moans and breathy gasps getting too embarrassing for me to listen to anymore. He obliges but only for a moment, kissing me breathless but pulling back again so he can watch as my face contorts with pleasure.
"Fuck you're so pretty" he says, thrusting harder now, driving me up the wall and knocking the wind out of me as he picks up his pace. His eyes darken when I open mine and look at him, drunken lust written all over my face and with the pace he's drilling into me at I can't even pretend to hold back.
I wrap my legs around his waist to tell him to keep going, my nails no doubt leaving red scratch marks on his back, in an unintentional response to the purple marks he had sucked into my skin. My neck, breasts and torso, covered in proof of the time and effort he put into worshiping every part of me.
He rocks into me over and over again, the sound of him getting more and more vocal showing me that he's getting close as well, letting myself relax from trying to hold off my high as every little thing he's done has dragged me closer and closer to that edge.
"S-so close" I choke out and he chuckles, kissing me before telling me to let go. "Go ahead, show me how pretty you look when you cum" he taunts and at that I'm soaring, moaning his name over and over, unintelligible words accompanying it making him drill into me harder, the knowledge of him fucking me dumb driving him wild.
"Can't even remember your name can you Noona? Only thing in that pretty little head of yours is mine now" he growls and his hips stutter, leaving him biting onto my neck to muffle his voice as he cums inside me.
He fucks himself though his high leaving me whining in overstimulation and he soon pulls out and looks at the mess we've made.
"So swollen" he says, playing with me and pushing his cum back inside. "Jungkook stop it hurts" I say pushing his hand away from me and he stops immediately and lays down on his back, pulling me on top of him as we catch our breaths. The only sounds in the room besides us being the clock that sits on the wall, time passing by and reminding me that if I don't play my cards right this could be the last time this happens.
"Are you okay?" he asks after our breathing has calmed and we've been stuck in silence for what I'm sure might've been a little too long for him.
I hum in response, not really knowing how to feel. "Did I hurt you?" he asks, his heart rate picking up audible to me with how he has me rested on his chest, letting me know he's scared he's done something wrong. "No Jungkook I'm fine I just..." I trail off and he sits up making me do the same and I sit there with my head down, not knowing how to voice my emotions.
"Do you regret it?" he asks, tilting my chin up so I can look him in the eye but once I do I can see vulnerability written all over his face, praying that I'll say no but knowing that even if I do there's a small part of me that might be saying yes.
"No I don't regret it I just don't know how to feel. I never thought that I would be the kind of person who would cheat on my husband" I voice and he hums in response, making moves to get off the bed but I grip onto his wrist.
"Where are you going?" I ask and he gives me a sad smile, "I was going to get you a towel so you can clean up. I thought you might want a second to think before we actually talked about this since I can already tell that you might feel like this wasn't the best decision" he says but when I open my mouth to say something I can't come up with anything to combat what he's said.
He nods his head and guides my hand off of him, kissing the back of it before letting it go, my arm falling limp onto the bed while the thoughts of me hurting him plaguing me with even more guilt than the fact that I cheated.
I don't know what I'm supposed to say to make this right.
He comes out of the bathroom that we had been in at the start of all of this with a warm towel that he uses on me after he guides me to lay back down, apologizing when he's pressed a little too hard, forgetting for a second how swollen I had gotten.
He throws the towel in the laundry basket in the bathroom and comes back to the bed and sits next to me, running his fingers through my hair, no doubt trying to help me relax instead of stressing about all of the emotions I'm feeling flooding though my mind.
"Should I go home?" he asks and my eyes widen, knowing for a fact now that I really have hurt him enough for him to want to leave. "No, please stay with me. I'm sorry I just don't know what's going on" I say truthfully and he nods, leaning down to kiss me but instead of on my lips this time he places one on my forehead, withholding a sense of intimacy that I might not want to continue to have with him.
He asks me where some fresh sheets are and tells me to go to the bathroom and he'll have the bed ready again once I get back, giving me another opportunity to think things through.
I cheated on my husband, a man that for as far as I know has been cheating on me for years and now I cheated on him. What I did though wasn't out of spite but the need to be with someone who truly cares about me. Someone I desire and desires me but not just my body. Someone who wants me mind, body and soul. Or at least I think he does.
Do I really deserves someone like him? Someone so pure and kind and selfless when all I've caused him is pain and heartbreak. I knew that he was falling for me and I entertained him anyways because he was kind and young and handsome but I never intended for things to go this far.
Am I happy that things turned out the way the they did? I don't know. Do I want to be with him? Yes. But I don't think he deserves to take on someone with so much baggage. He's still young and already has so much on his plate and I don't want to be the person who adds more onto it.
Would it be wrong to be selfish for once? Would it be wrong to fall for a man that's fallen for me even with all my doubts and flaws and hesitations? I don't know the answer to that but I want to. God I want him more than I ever thought I could want someone.
He's shown me what it feels like to be loved. Does he love me? I don't know but his actions have shown me he cares about me more than someone should care about a friend. More than a man should care about a woman who he hardly knows.
"Noona" I hear accompanied by a soft knock on the other side of the bathroom door. "Is everything okay?" he asks, concern truly laced through his tone and I rush to finish up, needing to be with him. I answer with a hurried 'yes' and then once I leave the bathroom I make certain to show him that he's done nothing wrong.
"I'm fine, I promise" I say, and chance a kiss to which he melts into, the tension he had once felt dissipating. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to feel after everything that happened between Tae and I before you showed up and then after he saw you and then with everything that happened between us it just hit me all at once" I say and he nods his head, grabbing my hand and leading me back towards the bed where we both sit down.
"Are you okay?" I finally ask, remembering the fact that I have yet to check up on him but already knowing the answer since his body language betrays him whenever he's with me. "I'm just worried that you might not want to see me again after this" he says his eyes turned down, not being able to meet my gaze but I rush to deny his claims.
"I would never say that. I'm sorry I worried you but I want you, not just physically but I want you to stay with me. Stay by my side" I say and his shoulders slump. "But you don't want to be with me" he says and I shake my head. "I want to be with you Jungkook I really do but I can't put a label on this..." I says and motion between the two of us, "until I figure out things with Taehyung" I finish and he lifts his head, needing to know exactly what I mean by that.
"You're still gonna leave him right?" he asks and I give him a sad smile before nodding again, reassuring him that I meant what I said to him back there. "Yes I promise, I just have to see what my options are in terms of divorce and the possible need for a restraining order since I know what type of man Taehyung is. I'm just afraid that you might regret trying to be with someone like me" I trail off and his brows pinch together in confusion.
"What do you mean someone like you?" he asks, clearly not seeing the bigger picture here. "Someone who has drama and is literally trying to get out of an abusive marriage and about to have a psycho ex husband that I know will be hanging around for God know's how long. I just don't want you to bite off more than you can chew" I say and he nods his head, understanding now that my hesitation hasn't been just regret or doubt but also concern for him.
"Contrary to what you'd like to think Noona I know what I'm doing. I knew from the start what getting involved with a married woman might entail but I was up for it anyway because it was you. Call me young and dumb but I knew that I wanted to be with you from the first moment I saw you" he says, looking at me with the biggest, brightest eyes full of the purest form of puppy love that I truly hope will never fade.
"Okay" I say and grab his hand while he brings his other one up to cup my face and pulls me closer into a soft kiss. One that started off as a mere peck but has slowly turned into more, a fire being lit between us and as we inch closer and closer to the flame all I can do is pray that we won't turn to ashes once everything is said and done.
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Douchebag Falls Short in This Case (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)
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Part 1: If Anything I Find it Educative
Part 2: It Was Horrible Until It Wasn’t
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.
Summary: Spencer and Reader can’t have their scheduled lunch, but they keep talking by phone and texts. After Spencer returns from a case, they can see each other again. If Spencer hadn’t been mesmerized with Reader, now he is, and maybe is more than that.
Word Count: 5.8k
Warnings: Some strong words. Description of Road Rage Disorder. Talking about bad experiences at high school (nothing explicit). Emily is the best older sister to Spencer.
A/N: The prospect of them having a date was too tempting not to do it. This one is part 3 of “If Anything I Find It Educative” (Part 2 of “It Was Horrible Until It Wasn’t”). Let me know your thoughts!!! I’m here to read you guys.
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Spencer's POV
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Me: Are you free on Saturday at midday? We could go to lunch. Let me know. Good night. S.R.
Heimlich Master: Yeah. Lunch sounds great. Let's talk about the details later. Good night :)
My face hurts from the big smile I sport right now. Smile that doesn't fade once I get to my apartment.
How did I manage to text her right away? I would never know, but I thank that moment of confidence.
Now I can't wait to see her again on Saturday.
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I should have known making plans wouldn't work for me. It's Friday afternoon, and I'm on the jet about to take off for a case in Los Angeles.
There goes my lunch with (Y/N).
I grab my phone to type a text to let her know.
Between last night and today, we have been texting back and forth about what time on Saturday works for us and whether I had a place in mind. I did, but I told her it was a surprise.
Now I must cancel, and I can't stress enough my disappointment.
Me: Hey. I'm so sorry, but I'm leaving for a case in L.A. Can we reschedule our lunch? Please don't hate me.
Heimlich Master: Oh, it's okay. Don't worry; of course, we can reschedule.
Heimlich Master: Let me know when you come back. And don't be silly; I don't hate you.
Heimlich Master: Can I ask you for something, though?
Me: Sure. Anything.
Heimlich Master: Can you prevent Morgan from kick-down doors this time? The bureau budget would appreciate it.
I can't contain the snort that leaves my lips, gaining Emily's attention. Bad luck of mine; she is in a seat just in front of me.
Me: I'll do my best. Promise.
Heimlich Master: Thank you. Have a safe flight :)
Me: Thanks :)
Look at me! Even using emojis.
Penelope would be proud of me.
I set my phone on the table to exchange it for the book I chose for this flight. Emily's voice stops me before I can do that.
"So, are you going to tell me why you are so smiling?"
And here we go.
"Me?" I lift my eyes to Emily, who has a smirk on her face. I hate that she already knows what's happening, not even knowing what's happening.
"Sure, genius. I don't see anyone else here so amused and focused on his texts. Not to mention the grin that could illuminate the whole D.C."
"No, I'm not!" I defend—a poor attempt to keep the transparency of my face at bay. Emily scoffs, and that's all it takes to know she doesn't believe me.
"I understand you don't like to talk about your personal life. I get it. And I won't bug you as Morgan would, yet knowing it is related to your love life. But don't try to fool me. It's insulting," she says, the last part faking hurt. That makes me chuckle.
"That being said, I just want you to know I'm here if you need to talk. It's not always good to keep things to yourself."
Not waiting for my response, she picks up the folder with the current case details to read.
I have known Emily for a few years now, and even if we didn't start on the right foot - entirely my fault - she's proven very supportive. Gosh, once she endured a whole beating from an unsub only to keep me safe.
Beyond that, she knows how to talk to me without treating me like a kid. Sometimes, I can't say the same about the rest. Of course, I don't blame them; they've always seen me as the team's baby, but I appreciate Emily doesn't.
"That's the thing. This," I point my gaze where my phone is. "I don't know what it is," I sigh. Emily's eyes are back to me. She sees how confused I am.
"What do you think it is then?"
I don't want to betray (Y/N) 's trust by spilling details about her life, so the specifics of our talks are out of the table.
"I can't deny there is a connection between us. We only met twice—both by chance. But they led us to talk for hours. And I ask myself, am I reading this wrong, and she only sees me like a, I don't know, potential friend?"
"Why would she? She told you she was only looking for a friend?" Emily asks, her hands resting lightly over the folder on her lap.
"No, she didn't. It's a deduction of mine, though. I mean, she recently ended a relationship —a very serious one."
Just remembering the reason that led to that breakup makes me sick.
"Okay. That could be a thing, but not necessarily. Maybe things ended precisely because she wanted something different. That's not bad," Emily hypothesizes. I shake my head.
"I'm not so sure. Let's say she wouldn't have ended the relationship until something big happened. Big enough for her to realize the guy was a total -"I trail off. What would be the right word?
"A douchebag?" Emily offers.
"I think douchebag falls short in this case," I point out. Emily's eyes widen.
"That bad, uh?" I nod.
"She is vulnerable right now, and I don't want to take advantage of that. But at the same time, I want a chance with her. Am I a bad person?"
"What? No! Spencer, don't say that," Emily rushes to stop my spiral. "Far from that. You are considerate enough to see she's in a complicated situation. Most of the men don't even care about that. Cut her some slack, though. She is a grown-up woman, and if she wants to get to know you, why not let her? If she hasn't already, I bet she will see the great man you are. And not only as a friend."
My eyebrows furrow.
"Do you think so?"
"Sure. And for how you describe her, I don't think she is the type to play with people's feelings. Although, I strongly recommend being honest with her. That will prevent false expectations."
I take in Emily's words, and they make perfect sense.
"Thank you, Emily. I didn't think about it like that," I
muse. "Can you do me a favor, though?"
She nods, anticipating what I'm going to say.
"I know. Not a word to anyone. Got it," Emily confirms with a reassuring smile.
---
The heat in Los Angeles for the last three days has been overpowering. Just as catching this unsub has become extremely frustrating.
I'm in the meeting room they lent us to work in, reviewing the details of the case over and over again. The rest of the team is outside the precinct following our latest leads.
My head started to hurt, and I had to close my eyes for a moment.
As I focus on breathing, my phone pings. I open my eyes and see a text from (Y/N).
Heimlich Master: How are you? I read that L.A. has a heat wave; I hope it's not hitting you too hard.
I can't help the smile that pushes the corners of my lips upward.
Me: I'd like to say it's not affecting me, but I don't want to lie. I will survive, though. Please tell me how nice the weather is in D.C., and I'll aim to finish this case as soon as possible.
Heimlich Master: I thought our lunch was enough incentive for you to do that. Now I feel bad.
Oh, fuck. What did I do? Of course, it's an incentive for me. It is THE incentive, actually. I have been thinking about that since Friday when I came here. Now she's assuming I don't care.
How can you be such an idiot, Spencer?
I must fix this immediately, so I hit the call button—a confused (Y/N) answers on the other end.
"Spencer?"
"Hey. I - uh. I decided to call because I needed to explain myself. Please, don't feel bad. Of course, I want our lunch to happen. I wasn't saying it like if I don't. I mean, the heat is fucking insane here, but it's not-"
"Spencer, hey, don't-" she tries to make me stop. Still, I am so determined to say everything necessary to explain myself that I continue my rant.
"What I'm trying to say is-"
"Spencer, wait!" (Y/N)’s firmer voice halts me in my failed attempt at an apology. It's sufficient enough for me to shut up.
"Sorry. What were you about to say?"
"I'm sorry for stopping you, but it sounded like you would run out of air and pass out. Now I feel awful because the last thing I wrote was only to mess with you. I didn't want you to feel like I was accusing you of something, much less that you owed me an apology."
"Oh," I mumble, now making sense of the whole exchange. My cheeks heat up realizing I went from 0 to 100 in seconds. (Y/N)'s voice sounds anxious now.
"Please, forgive me if I worried you that way. That's why I hate texts; I can't control my teasing tone as I do when I talk to someone."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I don't want (Y/N) to think she did anything wrong, though.
"No, don't say that. I'm not good at - literally - reading social cues. I should have noticed. I just need some practice," I chuckle. I can hear a chuckle on the other end, too.
"Well, since we already cleared up our first miscommunication problem. How are you?"
That sentence shouldn't make my heart skip a beat, but it does.
Get your shit together, Spencer.
"With the heat and the lack of progress in the case, it is a bit frustrating. But we'll make it. How about you?"
"Good, actually. Not the load of paperwork I had last week, and my boss just asked me to prepare a lecture for the trainees in forensic accounting."
"Wow, that's amazing!" I chirp, excited.
"I'm a bit nervous, though. But I'll live," (Y/N) sighs.
"You'll do it great. I didn't know you were into teaching," I muse, remembering our prior conversations.
"I didn't, either. But I've had some previous experiences, and they have been okay. So, the case? That bad, uh?"
That brings me back to L.A. and the case. I was very comfy with my mind in (Y/N).
"He's taunting us. I mean, the police force. But we have a strong profile. One more piece, and we have him," I assure, trying to be convincing enough.
"You guys know what you're doing. You'll catch him, Spencer." (Y/N) sounds like she has no doubt. It fills my heart with warmth because although she doesn't have to put that amount of trust in me, she does it anyway.
"Reid?" I turn to see Morgan and J.J. walking into the room. She hears it, too.
"They need you. You have to return to work," (Y/N) concludes. I let out a sigh.
"Yeah. I have to go," I mumble apologeticly.
"Of course, you're working. It’s okay," she affirms with understanding.
"I'll let you know when I'm done here. Take care, okay?" I whisper into the receiver.
"I will. You too, be safe. Bye."
I can see Morgan's smirk and JJ’s curious look when I hang up.
I know they're dying to ask me questions, but now is not the time, and I don't want to either. So before any words come from their mouths, I hasten to speak.
"Did you find anything? I was examining what we have so far, and I think we are missing something. Look at this," I tell them, pointing to the scattered photos on the table. They look at each other and hesitate to interrupt me or play along. Thank goodness they opt for the latter.
---
Me: Did you know L.A. has an abandoned underground tunnel network? If they are put together, it will stretch out 17 kilometers. They exist due to the Prohibition. When alcohol was banned in L.A. in early 1920, 35,000 gallons of wine were poured into its sewers. But, far from eradicating booze, prohibition pushed its use underground, literally.
Heimlich Master: Wow. I didn't know that. But I'm afraid to ask why are you telling me this. Are you trapped in one of those tunnels, and this is a call for help? [see attached photo]
Me: Ha Ha Ha. Let's say I've been studying those tunnels all day. Good thing we have Morgan and Prentiss to do the dirty job, though.
It's my fifth night in Los Angeles, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry. The only things that have kept me at least in a decent mood are the texts and short calls I have shared with (Y/N). I've never been very fond of using technology, including my cell phone, but thanks to (Y/N), I haven't even questioned it.
We've been sharing fun facts and memes. If you had asked me a week ago what a meme was, I wouldn't have known what to answer. The word was familiar to me thanks to Garcia, who often mentions them, but now I can say that I know more about them than I would have expected to. (Y/N) is a regular, and I can understand more of her sense of humor because of that. She especially loves the ones with a philosopher dinosaur and those where a woman yells at a cat.
Heimlich Master: How is the case going?
I'm about to reply when hard knocks shake my hotel room door. I hear Morgan's voice on the other side. "Reid! There is a break in the case! Move your ass right now!" Before leaving the room, I texted (Y/N).
Me: Hoping to wrap it up tonight.
Two hours later, we have the unsub in custody, not before running into a frantic chase for L.A. streets. Now, completely wasted, we are packing our things to return home. Usually, when we wrap cases at this hour, we stay until the next morning and then take off. But everyone is so drained that Hotch called to the tarmac saying we’re flying back tonight.
Being already on the jet, I feel like writing to (Y/N), but it doesn't seem appropriate, considering it's 2 in the morning. I refrain and try to catch some sleep, knowing exactly what I want to do first when we touch down in Virginia.
---
It’s the first time I've put foot on the third floor of the Quantico Headquarters. It doesn’t look too different from the others I do know. A bunch of people walking in and out, agents perched at their desks, deep in folders or computers. Phones are ringing, and the sound of copy machines is unmistakable.
But none of that matters right now. I have a mission to accomplish.
After navigating between several desks, I find the one I’m looking for.
“Good morning, agent (Y/L/N).”
At the sound of my voice, (Y/N)’s head whips up.
“Hey! When did you come back?” she asks, seeming confused. The last time we spoke was last night before the unsub takedown, so for her, I still could be in LA.
I check my watch. “One hour and fifteen minutes ago.”
“I hope you slept on the jet.”
“I did. A bit.”
I won’t tell her how I barely closed my eyes, excited about returning to Virginia.
“So, to what do I owe the honor of having you here, Dr. Reid?”
“A crucial matter that can’t wait.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh-hu. I have an announcement and a question for you.”
“Oh yeah? Okay, shoot.”
“Morgan didn't kick down any doors during this case.”
(Y/N) snort a laugh. What a beautiful view it is to see her laugh.
“It's what I needed to start my day with the right foot.”
“You're welcome.”
“Okay, that was the announcement. And the question?”
“Yeah, about that. What do you say if we switch our failed lunch last Saturday for having dinner tonight?”
(Y/N)’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Tonight? Are you sure? You just came back.”
She’s inspecting my face, looking for certainty. I nod solemnly.
“Yeah, tonight. Unless you already have plans. If that’s the case, it’s okay. We can do something another day.”
After pondering my offer for a second, a smile creeps in (Y/N)’s face.
“You’re a lucky guy. Did you know that?”
Is it too much to say I’m feeling a lucky guy since I met her?
“I’m realizing now. Pick you up at seven, then. Is that okay?”
“Perfect. I’ll text you my full address.”
After saying our goodbyes, I take the elevator back to BAU. As the doors open at the sixth, I go face-to-face with Garcia.
“Oh, there you are! Everyone was looking for you to start the debriefing. Where were you anyways?” Penelope says, worried about my whereabouts.
Shit. I forgot Hotch wanted to do that quickly so we could finally get over this case.
“Uh. I had to use the bathroom.” I try to sound normal to avoid making a big deal.
“On another floor?” She asks, visibly confused.
Sometimes, my IQ gets lost in my odd way of doing synapses.
What the fuck I was thinking when I said that?
“Did you know the men’s bathroom paper toilet in the seventh is better quality than here?”
Oh, Spencer Reid, please stop.
“Really? I always knew they had more privileges than us. But the paper toilet? It’s infuriating,” Garcia huffs. And I know doing this is not very kind of me, but I promise to explain to her. Not now, though.
“Uh. I’m going to the conference room now. The others are waiting,” I announce, and Garcia nods, ushering me there.
“Yes. Go, go!”
Aside from the looks of 'Where the hell were you?' no one commented on me being late. Once we debrief, Hotch officially closes the case, instructing us to finish the paperwork and head home at lunchtime, which is perfect for my plans. It gives me enough time to prepare for dinner with (Y/N).
I know I look like a teenager, but I don't care.
Around three in the afternoon, I am already in my apartment and have made a restaurant reservation.
I decided to take a quick nap, although I didn't know how much sleep I would get given my nerves. It's not that being with (Y/N) makes me anxious per se; It's the anticipation of being with her.
Maybe I'm expecting too much from this date.
Shit. 'This date' Is this actually a date?
I feel like it is, but for (Y/N), will it be the same?
I invited her to dinner but never told her it was a date. Derek would tell me it is, but I don't want to assume.
Now is when Emily's words ring in my ears: 'Be honest with her to avoid false expectations.'
With her words in mind and the tiredness from the last days catching up with me, slumber finds me after a while.
---
It’s seven pm sharp, and I’m knocking on (Y/N)’s door. I can hear some rustling from inside before the doors open, revealing her frame greeting me with a smile.
“Hey! Just in time!”
“H- hi,” I say, almost breathless after taking in her appearance.
It's true that the first time I saw (Y/N), she was dressed to the nines. It's also true that when I saw her on the terrace that night, I couldn't help but think how beautiful and captivating she was.
The next time was at Quantico. She wore a classic and elegant office outfit, with black formal trousers, a white silk blouse, and a fitted maroon jacket. The image of all the confidence and resolve I bet she has at the job.
But now? My jaw shamelessly drops.
She's wearing a sleek, form-fitting black dress that accentuates her curves and black heels that elongate her legs. A beautiful cardigan wraps elegantly in her upper half. Her hair is styled in loose waves cascading over her shoulders, and she's accessorized with long silver earrings and the same necklace with the compass I saw on her the first time. She looks sophisticated, alluring, and just perfect.
“Let me get my purse, and we can go, okay?” (Y/N) says, jutting her thumb to the inside.
“Su- yeah, sure.”
Great. I’m a stuttering mess.
The drive to the restaurant is filled with light conversation. I talked about the last heatwave in Los Angeles, and she annoyed me by telling me about the rain in Virginia last week.
Now I ask (Y/N) if she has a car. It happens that she owns a car but doesn't like to drive.
“I just discovered years ago I don't like it. But I kept the car only for emergencies, which is stupid if I think of it,” she prefaces.
“Why?” I ask, stealing a glance at her.
“Because now all emergencies I can think of entail myself incapable of driving.”
Her laugh fills the car now, and I can’t help but join her.
“Okay, okay. But really, why you don’t like it?” I ask when our laughing fades. (Y/N) clears her throat.
“Uh - are you familiar with the term road rage?”
I nod, not peeling my gaze from the streets ahead.
“Yes, I do. Colloquially known as ‘angry driver disorder,’ it is aggressive or angry behavior exhibited by motorists. These behaviors include rude and verbal insults, yelling, physical threats, or dangerous driving methods targeted at other drivers, pedestrians, or cyclists to intimidate or release frustration.”
A sigh escapes (Y/N)’s lips. “Yeah. That.”
Using the chance a red light gives me, I look at her with an eyebrow furrowed.
“So, do you have RRD?”
She averts my gaze, focusing on the windshield instead.
“I thought I had it. At first, I didn’t give it any importance. I said it was just me trying to adjust to the jungle. Who hasn’t yelled as driving? But there were times when I freaked out of myself and feared doing something more than screeching or honking like crazy. So, I stopped driving for a while. I did my research and learned techniques to get it under control. But since then, I never enjoyed it again.”
A nervous giggle escapes from (Y/N)’s lips.
“Jesus, you are going to think I’m a society threat.”
I shake my head without a second thought.
“Of course, you are not. Furthermore, I find it admirable that you realized it was unhealthy and took action before living a worse experience.”
I see a blush creeping (Y/N)’s cheeks from the corner of my eye.
Not five minutes later, we are at the restaurant parking lot.
Descending from the vehicle, I hurry to (Y/N)’s door and open it for her. Once she is out of the car, I offer my arm so she can lace hers with it.
The hostess greets us at the entrance, and once he checks our reservation, he leads us to our table.
It's the first time I’m here. I chose it because Rossi once said it was perfect for a date.
Again. A date. Something I still don't know if apply here.
A waitress approaches us as soon as we sit, handing us two menus.
“Miss, sir. I’m Emma, and I’ll be at your service this evening. Can I offer something to drink?”
After Emma leaves us with our orders, (Y/N) turns to me.
“Spencer, this place is amazing.”
And she is right. The soft lighting from the small lamps creates a warm atmosphere. The decor includes cozy tables spaced apart for privacy, with comfortable seating and plush cushions. Soft and muted deep reds and browns fill the interior, with classy artwork on the walls. It's really nice.
But above all, the company makes it even better.
Our conversation flows as easily as in the car. It's so comfortable as we have known each other for a long time. And we just met less than two weeks ago.
“Okay, let me get this straight. So you are from Vegas and couldn't bear the L.A. heatwave?”
“I have lived in DC for almost eight years, so I adapted better to this climate.” I shrug and (Y/N) hums.
“You don't get to go there that much? I mean, do you have family there?”
“Just my mom. And no, I don’t see her very often,” I confess—a tint of guilt in my voice.
I see (Y/N)’s face, and I know she wants to ask, but she is respectful enough not to. Not everyone is.
“I’m an only child. And my dad left us when after my tenth birthday. With no siblings, it is only my mom and me. But even if I don't see her often, I write her letter daily.”
I look at her again, expecting the same face everyone gives me when I talk about my family, the one that screams pity. But no, if (Y/N)’s face screams anything, it’s understanding.
“Old school, uh? I’m sure your mom loves your letters,” she says, sipping her glass of wine. I nod,
telling (Y/N) more about my letters to my mom and how detailed she likes me to write them.
“And I think it helped us not to break the bond.” I shrug, taking a bit from the fork. “What about you? Did you say you are not from DC?”
“No. I’m not. I’m from Minneapolis. My parents settled there at a very young age. They were born in the South. I have two siblings: an older sister and a younger brother. My parents are still in Minneapolis, and my brother is, but he lives with his boyfriend now. My sister left for Chicago when she married her fiancee years ago.”
“Do you see them often?”
(Y/N) shakes her head.
“Not quite. Just in holidays or major events. But we call each other often. I always know what happens there, and they know what happens to me here.”
(Y/N) tells me she is not that close with her sister, though. Since she started dating his current husband, they distanced. And that only worsened when (Y/N) moved to DC.
“I’m sorry. That must have hurt.” I don’t know what having a sibling is, but I see in her eyes that she is not okay with how things turned between them.
“Yeah. But neither of us has done something about it. And here is where I need to clarify that stubbornness runs in my family,” she chuckles.
I pull a face, faking surprise. “Yeah, that’s so you can realize who you're dealing with,” she says, pointing her fork at me.
Our conversation bounces from topic to topic until we land on the school phase.
I tell her about what it's like to be a child prodigy in a public school in Las Vegas. The bad things and the not-so-bad ones, because believe it or not, I can see something positive from that time at this point in my life.
“Clearly, I didn't have it as difficult as you, but I am sure we all felt out of place at some point during that time,” she muses, cutting a piece of her dessert with the spoon.
“Did you?”
She lets out a chuckle. “Let's say I haven't been very ‘typical’ in my life, especially in high school. I mean, if following a stereotype was required, mine was quite different from the other girls my age.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “How is so?”
“Well, while my friends dreamed about having a Mr. Darcy-Elizabeth kind of love, I found Heathcliff and Kathy's relationship more appealing,” she stops from her explanation with a snort escaping her lips. “Ha! I should have known it would be a problem later.”
Why do I think other people would know what she is talking about while I don't?
Of course, she sees the confusion written all over my face.
“You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?” I pull a face, shaking my head.
“At risk of being disrespectful, uh, no. I don't.”
“Don’t worry. You don't have to, I guess. But if you read Wuthering Heights someday, you will know.”
I will—first thing in the morning.
“But the main idea is that I never expected life would be something close to a fairy tale, you know? I just didn't believe it, and my friends hated that of me.”
Jerks.
It's fair to say that we are so caught up in chatting that we don’t realize we are the only ones left in the restaurant. We do when Emma approaches to ask if we need anything.
After paying the check, we left the restaurant and headed to my car. The ride is mainly silent this time. I don’t want this night to end, and I think (Y/N) doesn't either because of how she bites her lower lip with her eyes trained on the road ahead.
We begin a light conversation for a few minutes after arriving at her building. With the car in parking, I reach her side of the vehicle to open the door for her. I offer her my hand, and she takes it, giving me a warm smile.
“I'll walk you to the door.” She nods softly, “Okay.”
The three floors to her apartment are pure agony in my head. I want to be honest with her, but I also don't want to scare her into thinking I'm a creep or whatever. If she notices my internal dilemma, she doesn't mention it. We reach her door, and (Y/N) takes her keys from her purse. I don't trust my hands and keep them in my pockets as she opens the door. She turns to face me now.
“Thank you, Spencer. I had a great time tonight.”
I see it in her eyes. She is genuine. And my heart skips a bit.
“Me too. Thanks for accepting my invitation.”
My hands feel clammy, so I take them out of my pocket and dry them discreetly on my clothes.
“Of course.”
We remain silent without taking our eyes off each other. Emily's words reverberate, and I know what I must do.
Okay. Here we go.
“Can I - can I ask you something?”
I wish I could speak without stumbling over my words.
“Sure.”
“Would you say that tonight, that is, our dinner - would you say it was a date? I mean, would you classify this as a date?”
(Y/N)’s eyes are trained on me as if trying to follow my train of thought.
“A date? Why wouldn’t I?”
She is still careful but curious about where I’m going with all of this.
“It's just that I never said it was a date when I talked about dinner.”
“So, you didn’t want it as a date?” (Y/N) asks for clarification, and I feel like the stupidest human being on earth.
“No! I did. I do. It's just - I thought you maybe thought of it like something different?”
She narrows her eyes at me. This is not working. I take a deep breath before starting over.
“The thing is, I don’t know if I’m reading this wrong. From the times we have seen each other and what we have talked about in these two weeks, I feel that there is something that feels so good between us, and I wonder if maybe you don't feel it or if you see it as something similar to a friendship. I know things in that part of your life have been messy lately, and I would understand if you wouldn't want anything to do with me, but I can't stop thinking-“
My rant is halted when I notice (Y/N)’s palm caressing my cheek. There is a glimmer in her eyes that makes my heart stop.
“Spencer. You are not reading this wrong. I feel the same way you described it as ‘right,’ even if I’m unsure what it is exactly.”
I let out a dramatic sigh I didn't know I was holding. That makes (Y/N) giggle. I join her with a chuckle myself.
As the giggle subsides, I hold her hand and place it over my chest near my heart. My other hand softly tilts her chin so I can look into her eyes.
“You are amazing; did you know that?” I whisper, and her breath hitched. I flick my gaze between her eyes and her lips. She does the same. And that's what I needed to get the courage and lean in. Slowly, the distance between us gets short, and I swear my heart is going to burst out of my chest. I can feel her breath fanning my face as her eyes flutter close.
And then, our lips met for the first time.
It's slow, and I can taste the sweetness of her lips.
I've never felt something like this kissing someone before, but now that I know what it's like, I never want to stop feeling it.
Her hands go up my shoulders, seeking a grip on the hair at the back of my neck. My hands fly to her hips to pull her closer to me as our kiss deepens. I sweep my tongue over her lower lip, and she parts them to grant me access. One of my hands leaves her hip to cup her face to get a better angle for continuing our kiss. Her arms tighten around my neck, pulling me impossibly closer.
I don’t want it to end, but the need for air is too much. After breaking the kiss, we are both panting with our faces flushed and lips swollen.
“Wow.”
“Jesus.”
We breathe out at the same time, followed by a fit of giggles.
Her laugh is definitely my new favorite sound on Earth.
I cup her cheeks and lean again to steal a quick kiss from her lips, and when I’m about to part again, she tightens her grip on my suit jacket lapels and brings me to her lips again.
After two or three more kisses, we lose the hold of our hands off each other, with a wide grin spread on our faces.
“I think we already give my neighbors enough of a show for tonight,” (Y/N) points out, biting her lower lip and peeking at both sides of the hall behind me.
“Yeah,” I mumble as I stroke her cheek, gaze focused on her eyes. “I should get going.” (Y/N) nods. “Text me when you are home?”
“I will.”
After another quick kiss, I muster the will to say goodbye. Wishing me goodnight, (Y/N) enters the apartment and closes the door. I linger there for a few seconds, excited like a child after the best day of his life.
I feel like it is.
Right now? I'm beyond grateful to Hotch for making me attend that stupid gala.
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pairing: George Russel x Reader
summary: George broke his promise to you, never coming back
a/n: no Carmen hate, I couldn't bring myself to write another sad ending
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George Russell was everything to you. Your childhood best friend, first and only love, and first heartbreak. You used to follow him around like a lost puppy, him your fearless leader as you made up adventures. You look at the old cedar closet in your childhood bedroom, the one the two of you believed would lead to Narnia one day.
"Y/n, you okay?" your friend nudges you, noticing you not paying attention to the race. The two of you lay in your bed with snacks, as tradition dictates between you and her. Even after all these years, George still holds the place of your best friend, even after he's hurt you.
"Was it something I did? Why doesn't George call anymore?" you ask the question that has been on your mind for the past could years. Your mind travels back to the last time you saw him.
"Y/n, please don't cry, It's just goodbye for now, not forever," George says before leaving for another race. He just said that the two of you need to take a break while he focuses on his racing for the next couple months and you go to university.
"You'll come and find me?" you sniffle, not wanting him to leave, knowing the truth deep down.
"Of course, I promise, just have some growing up to do," George references your favorite book, wiping the tears from your eyes. You were just babes, barely 18.
"Cheer up, I got us tickets to Silverstone next weekend, my job even threw in paddock passes," your friend throws a piece of popcorn at you. She was there when you realized George wasn't coming back to you anytime soon. She made you promise not to let the lamp burn waiting up for him.
"Can't wait," your stomach churns at the thought of getting a glimpse of him and his new girlfriend. You will never admit that you stalked her socials and professional life. It always hurts more when people mention to you how well he's doing when you can't seem to move on.
As you enter the paddock with your overexcited friend, you can't help but let your thoughts be filled with George. Is he still a mind reader like he was for you? Did he still steal the scene in every room he walked in, always attracting your gaze?
"He looks good," your friend says saltily, in solidarity with you, as you look at the video of him playing on the video board.
"Life was always easier on him," you hum, shaking him from your mind. You scan the crowd, noticing the fellow Brit not far from you, but you don't realize he also notices you before his attention is brought back to his girlfriend. It's like you exist under the same moon but live in different galaxies now, a hurtful realization for both of you.
"Can we go explore another place, I don't want to hang here any longer," you don't need to provide any more explanation before your friend pulls you to another area, unknowingly causing the two of you to cross George's path. He says nothing, only staring at the both of you as you don't notice him. The last memory he has of you popping into his mind.
"It's just goodbye for now," George mutters under his breath, kicking himself mentally for unintentionally forgetting about his best friend.
"What was that, George?" Carmen asks, utterly confused.
"Nothing," he brushes the question off. I grew up, I can still find her. George toys with the thought before the guilt of thinking about you while he is with his girlfriend makes him stop. The guilt of the promise he never kept adds to the pit in his stomach.
"George, are you okay? There's something off about you today?" Lewis asks.
"I'm not sure," George says before telling Lewis all about you, the closet that you two thought led to Narnia, your first kiss, your first 'I love you', your last goodbye, and his broken promise.
"Sounds like you really messed up, so what are you going to do?" Lewis processes the story told to him by his teammate, vowing to look you up later.
"I don't know," George sighs, leaning back in his chair. He imagines you waiting at home after the racing season and your first year at Uni.
You never told your friend how you spent your first semester waiting for George, letting the lamp burn at night. You turned down countless guys asking for dates in the hope that you'd return, standing outside your dorm, ready to tell you all that he learned.
You will never say anything because you never lost the love, it just changes with your perspective. You learned from your broken heart. You stopped sitting by the window waiting for his return, realizing George was lost to the racing part of his life. His Instagram post of him not even 30 kilometers away from you partying with other drivers during your first year of Uni, captioned 'the Lost Boys' solidified that for you.
Now you both were 25, and you grew up. The shelf-life of those fantasies had expired long ago, and despite your heart wanting him, it was time for you to move on. You tried to hold onto those days when you had each other, but there is only so much oil in a lamp to burn, and it is time to turn out the light. As you turn it out, there is a knock on your door.
"Y/n?" George's voice calls out as your hand reaches the handle. You cautiously open the door.
"George?" You say, utterly confused. His heart sinks a little, expecting you to call him Georgie.
"I grew up, I'm sorry, but I'm here now, please forgive me," George pleads, and you invite him in.
"You broke your promise," is all you say as you sit in a chair across from him in your living room.
"I know, and I'm so sorry, seeing you at Silverstone reminded me how stupid I am," George says, moving closer to you. Your head snaps up.
"Silverstone? George that was months ago. I'm sorry, the woman who waited by the window turned out the light. You have a girlfriend now and after everything I don't think I can be just your friend," you say, trying to figure out why he's here.
"Had. I had a girlfriend. When I saw you all I could remember was that last conversation, and I realized I was trying to fill the hole in my heart where you were," George says and you stay silent for a moment, taking his words in.
"I don't think I could take another heartbreak like that," you whisper. George and Lewis social media stalked you and old friends. George noticed that you never moved on from him, staying single. When his mind wouldn't leave the idea of you, he very gently broke it off with Carmen. She deserved better than someone who was filling the spot of someone else. "You forgot about me," you accuse, even if it is the truth.
"I never will again, please, I finally finished growing up, I finally came to get you," his eyes fill with tears, putting the ball in your court.
"One week. You get one week to prove your case, I'll make up my mind from there," you relent slightly, keeping the ball in your court so you get the final say in what happens. No more promises that are oceans deep.
two endings
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Dress pt.1 - LN
SUMMARY: Lando's best friend can't keep pretending he's not her everything. Not after missing seeing him in person for so long.
PAIRING: Lando Norris X LongDistanceBestfriendfem!reader
A/N: Inspired by Lando's race win and song Dress by Taylor Swift. First time publishing my fanfics so I’d love to hear what you think! Almost 2K..... I'll do a pt.2 cause I still have more thoughts on Lando with this song.
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"Our secret moments in a crowded room. They got no idea about me and you"
Lando couldn't stop smiling at his phone in the paddock, not when you were the one texting him. All the drivers knew about his best friend, who they never got to meet.
"She's a busy person"
He would declare anytime they teased him about meeting you or asked if you were coming to a race. It wasn't that he didn't want you to come or that he didn't want you to meet the other drivers, more he didn't want to share your time. He wasn't lying to them per se you were busy and had moved to America for university as soon as you both had graduated secondary school. It didn't matter he had never actually invited you to a race.
"I'm spilling wine in the bathtub. You kiss my face and we're both drunk"
He could remember the night or well day you left like it was yesterday. The night before your flight, he had stayed over to spend as much time with you as possible. The giggles you made sneaking back into your room after your parents had gone to bed were almost as intoxicating as the wine you had brought back. You both stayed up drinking and reminiscing over the years you had spent together.
Somehow you had both ended up in the bathroom attached to your room. Too drunk to sit let alone stand, you had made yourself comfortable in the bathtub while he was seated beside you leaning up against it. He doesn't remember what was said or how it happened, but he will never forget how soft your lips felt against his or how you sighed after the kiss with a dopey grin as if a weight had been lifted off your chest.
The next morning he woke up in your bed but you were nowhere to be seen. A note on the bedside table along with some pain meds was all that was left.
Tried to wake you to say bye before my flight, but you wouldn't wake up. I don't know how much we drank but I've got a killer headache and can't remember anything so thanks for that. Text me when you wake!
Love,
Y/N
You had always kept in contact but he never would tell you what happened that night. He didn't want to lose you even if that kiss would haunt him every time he closed his eyes. You managed the time difference well, never judging the other for being up or asleep at random times throughout the day.
Late-night calls when you wanted to tell him something funny between classes changed to funny things your friends had done once you graduated from university. Even the early morning drunken messages he'd get around the time he woke up were moments he cherished. He missed having you next to him. Wished you would come home, but you have your life now in America and found a good job after university.
"All of this silence and patience. Pinning and desperately waiting"
Little did Lando know, the other drivers had stolen his phone and gotten your number long ago just waiting for the right moment to use it. Daniel was the first to reach out and introduce himself explaining Lando had wanted to let you know his phone had died.
You had shrugged it off, with how much Lando talked about the other driver it didn't seem that surprising to you that Lando had given your number to him. It was no surprise to Daniel how friendly and kind you were, but how smart you were was a shock. He never would have imagined their little Lando was friends with a lawyer.
Carlos and Oscar followed soon after hearing more about you from Daniel. They both said they wanted to get some stories of Lando as a kid to make fun of him so they begged Daniel for your number and to not tell Lando. You had a laugh retelling stories to them both that you knew Lando would be embarrassed about.
Max and Charles on the other hand had respected Lando's privacy when it came to you until they were added to a group chat with you made by Oscar without Lando's knowledge.
You didn't speak to the other drivers much in the group chat so you had forgotten it existed most of the time. They would send you pictures of Lando doing goofy things every once in a while, but that was about it. Never once did you think to mention it to Lando, it was a little secret look into his world and the photos gave you a way to know he was having fun. They reminded you of all the good times you both had shared together.
"Flashback when you met me. Your buzzcut and my hair bleached. Even in my worst times, you could see the best in me."
Secondary school hadn't started out easily for you, having moved away from all of your primary school friends. As a farewell, you all decided to color each other's hair. You had ended up a platinum blonde which made you stand out even more on the first day of school. Making new friends was hard at first. Most of the time you felt alone in a sea of unfamiliar faces.
It was probably the worst time of your life looking back. At least until a boy with a cheeky grin and sassy comebacks made it his mission to befriend you. At first, you didn't know what to make of the boy. Turned out his friend group had done something similar to yours but had buzzed all their hair off instead of dyeing it. He saw the girl with good grades who sat alone every day not as a freak like everyone else but as someone worth taking a chance on. You had no right to fall as fast as you did, but you couldn't help it. He was funny, kind, and well perfect.
"Flashback to my mistakes. My rebounds, my earthquakes. Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me."
As secondary school went on, Lando changed, not as a person but physically. No longer was he the straggly, small, buzzcut kid. He got taller, grew his hair out, and even became charming in a way you would never have imagined. Looking back he could remember getting his first girlfriend and how excited he was only to have his heartbroken.
He dated around more from then on, never getting attached to another girl. By developing a confident and flirtatious appearance he could avoid being hurt again. It worked on everyone as he gained popularity, everyone except you. You saw him for who he really was, always there to catch him when the mask slipped off and he shattered on the ground. Something he would always appreciate you for.
"All of this silence and patience. Pinning and anticipation"
When the drivers had first approached you with their plan you were skeptical.
Would he even want to see me after all this time?
You thought. You two had always talked about meeting again but your schedules never aligned. He always had a race or you had a case that you could miss. They talked about how Lando had seemed down the last couple of weeks while you had been busy with a case, how they thought he missed you, and that they had a race in America soon. Blow care to the wind you agreed. How could you miss the chance to see him again.
Clutching the hem of your shirt as you walked into the paddock for the first time, Daniel was waiting past security to show you around. Oscar had been able to pull some strings and get you a Race Day VIP pass without Lando knowing. You texted in the group chat and Daniel had been sent to come get you so Lando wouldn't notice. He couldn't stop talking about how excited he was to see the look on Lando's face as you two walked.
"Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend."
Soon enough Lando's laughter fills the air as Carlos holds his shoulder while bending over in laughter as well. You stood still for a moment watching to carve this memory of him into your mind before moving closer.
You smiled a bit to yourself, he was always the life of the party, always finding a way to make everyone around him laugh, and as always oblivious to his surroundings. He was still the same Lando you had fallen for all those years ago.
"Hey, Lan."
You said once you were a few feet away. Lando froze for a moment before turning around to look at you in shock. He couldn't believe you were here. Really here standing in the paddock only a few feet away next to Daniel of all people. He decided he didn't care how it happened only that it did.
Your hands started to shake as he stared at you. You wanted to hug him, kiss him, do something, but you were stuck. Stuck looking at him with hope in your eyes that he would say something, do something. Anything.
Carlos chucked at Lando's state before patting him on the back.
"Well, are you just gonna stand there? You know it took a lot of planning to get her here."
Lando snapped out of his trance, looking in between Carlos and you before breaking out in a sprint straight for you with the biggest smile on his face. He lifted you up by the waist spinning around with you in his arms.
It felt so good to have you in his arms again after all this time. At that moment, he realized it didn't matter how long it had been you were his home and he wasn't gonna let you go again.
#lando norris x reader#mutual pining#long distance romance#long distance friendship#lando norris#formula 1#lando x reader#mclaren
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My Baby Don't Cry
Pairing: -
Kir's notes: he's my adopted son the moment I saw his backstory :( pls take away all his pain, double it and give it to his parents :(
Tags: spoilers from chapter 260, Kaiser's backstory, 12 y.o Kaiser, mentioned child abu$3, fostering, the reader is gender neutral, the author is bad at comforting
It was a bit late and you were walking home to your apartment, until you saw a figure in a hoodie curling up like a ball in an alleyway with a football in his arms. You approached the little kid, thinking that he was lost.
"Hi there little guy, why are you out here?" You squat down and ask the kid. He looked at you, his right eye bruised and his face a bit dirty. "A-are you okay?" You asked. He looked away for a while, hesitation in his eyes then shook his head.
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Kaiser looked away from the stranger, if he says yes they'll probably leave him or take him back to that nightmare of a house. So he shook his head without making eye contact. "Oh, do you want me to take you home to your p-" Kaiser cut that question off with a hard shake of his head. "How about my place? Well, until you're a bit better," they ask, his heart was moved, and they asked him in a soft tone, the tone that he never heard, no one had treated him like that before. He nods, he wants to go far from that house. And this person seems nice, purely having good intentions.
~•~•~
"Okay then, let's go" You stood up and reached your hand down to him, hoping that he trusted you, aside from all the answers you got from him. He grabbed your hand and stood up himself.
You both walked along the now-closed shops, you let loose of your grip a bit thinking he would too, but instead, he gripped your hand a bit tighter. "So, what's your name?" you asked, trying to start a conversation. "Michael… Kaiser" he answered with a tired voice. "Michael Kaiser... That's a pretty name," you said. "Thank you..." He replied. It ended there, your walk was awkwardly silent until you arrived at your apartment.
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The second they turned on the light switch, Kaiser felt weird. He never saw a house this bright and homey. Their apartment is filled with generally cute things, shelves with organized books sitting there, and a balcony with plants.
“You sit there okay, I'll get something for you to eat,” they say, pointing to the sofa and then disappearing into the kitchen. He sat on the sofa, ball in hand, and looked around, it's his first time sitting on a sofa, and it was comfy. He laid his back on the sofa, he felt more comfortable, the feeling he never got in ‘that’ house. The coffee table in front of him is neat with a succulent in the middle. A marveled at the foreign surroundings for a few minutes until they called him into the kitchen.
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“Wash your hands first okay,” you ordered him. He nodded and walked to the next where you're standing. You turn the tap on and he reaches to the flowing water. When he finishes you turn off the tap (ofc) and dry his hands with a tea towel. “Wait,” you said to him as you dampened one corner of the tea towel. When you reached his face, he flinched back. “I won't hurt you, promise,” you assure him. With that, he permitted you to wipe the dirt off his face clean. When you're done cleaning his face you ask him to sit down at the dining table.
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Kaiser sat down, grabbed a spoonful of food, and put it in his mouth. It's warm… And tasty… another weird feeling. He chewed and savored the food. This will probably be his first and last night here before going back to that miserable house.
They sat across him, eyes focusing on him. “I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself… I'm (y/n),” they introduce themselves. “Oh… N-nice to meet you…” he replies. They hummed in acknowledgment.
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After he finished his meal you guided him to your bedroom. “You'll be sleeping here tonight, I'll be on the sofa if you need me,” you informed him, he looked at you and nodded unsurely. He walked to your bed and sat on the side of the bed for a bit. Then he lay down on your bed. “Good night Michael, sweet dreams,” you said as you slightly closed the door, leaving it ajar. You walk to the couch and lie on it. Your eyelids getting heavier and heavier and closed, finally asleep.
A few hours later you woke up to hear sniffling sounds from your bedroom. You walk and open your door slowly to see Michael lying facing away from the door. You slowly approach your bed and turn on the lamp on the bedside table. “Michael, are you okay?” you asked, you're worried something is wrong with him. He only shook his head in response, still facing away from you. “Do you want to tell me ab-” he shook his head. “Alright, I'll be here if you need me okay,” you inform him, he nods in response. After that, you walked to your desk and stayed there, finishing paperwork due in a few days. While you're finishing it, you think of something, he looks familiar, but you can't recall.
“(Y-y/n),” you heard a soft voice calling you. “Hm? What is it, Michael?” you asked. “You'll put me in the police station… right?” He asked, worried. What kind of question is that? You've heard about lost children being turned in to the police station when they're lost. But you don't think that's his case. “Do you want to?” You asked. He shook his head, hard. “I… I don't want to go back there…” he says, voice breaking, on the verge of crying. “Michael…” you said as you sat beside him and hugged him, comforting him. “I… I don't want to go back… My father, he… he hates me…” he uttered, and you feel his tears soaking into your shirt. “A-and he… he likes to… beat me up…” he continued. You're shocked when he said that. His father is insane, no guy would beat a child this bad. “There there… You're safe now, no one will beat you up here,” you assure him hoping that you don't hurt him. He only nods, you can understand how hard it is to talk while crying. “How about you stay with me here for a while,” you said. “Y-yeah,” he replied in agreement.
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Bonus: in the end, Kaiser's father goes in jail for child abu$e, reader adopts Kaiser, they grow a parent-child bond, reader supports Kaiser knowing little about soccer and lives happily ever after ✧⁺���(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧
#michael kaiser#bllk#blue lock#Kaiser is my son#kaiser michael#blue lock michael kaiser#bllk michael kaiser#bllk x reader#bllk x you#bllk x gender neutral reader
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The Past Comes A Knockin'
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.7k
Warnings: angst, bucky threatening to kill people if you don't go to him
Summary: You've spent so much time running from the man of your dreams, the love fo your life. You found out something heartbreaking about him and now you run in fear instead of toward him. You should know by now that he will always find you whether you want him to or not.
Between Love and Hate Masterlist
Squares Filled: on opposing sides (2023) for @buckybarnesbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
x
Then
Only that would happen in a movie. Pouring rain. A girl running to find the love of her life. Love confessions shared. Sometimes, you thought you lived in a movie. Any time spent with Bucky felt that way.
Bucky’s mansion sat on the top of the hill on the outskirts of town. The only people who went that way were either to see Bucky or because they made the wrong turn somewhere. The rain had not helped you see much in front of you but you still ran with purpose up to his big iron gates. Two armed guards stood outside of it to keep unwanted visitors away.
“I’m sorry, Miss, this is private property,” one of the men said.
“I’m here to see Bucky.”
Both men looked at each other before one of them placed his hand over his ear like he was talking to someone over his earpiece.
“Sir, we got someone outside asking for you… Miss, what’s your name?”
“Y/N.”
“Her name is Y/N… Yes, sir.” He nodded to the other guard who stepped back from the gate. “He’s waiting for you at the house.”
The gate started opening from someone with remote access, and you entered the property before you had a chance to talk yourself out of it. It seemed like the rain had gotten worse as soon as you stepped foot on his property.
No matter. It wouldn't stop you from doing this.
His mansion got bigger the closer you got to it. He knew exactly when you’d got to his doorstep because you didn’t have time to knock on the door. He opened it when you stepped onto the porch.
You were soaking wet while he stayed bone dry, safe inside his mansion.
“Fuck you,” you said, “for invading my head. I tried all week to get you out of my head but I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about you since we met so here I am like some desperate girl asking you out.”
He chuckles and you almost melt right there and then. He had such a dazzling smile and he knew it.
“You came all this way in the pouring rain to ask me out on a date?”
Bucky could say with confidence that he has never had a girl do all of this for him. Usually, he did the chasing. It was a nice change to be on the receiving end of it.
“Yeah, I guess I did,” you chuckled and squeezed out water from your hair. He continued to chuckle but this is not a laughing matter. “This isn’t funny, Bucky. You’re like a parasite.”
“Not the first time I’ve been called that.” He stepped out from his cozy mansion and joined you in the rain. “What if I say no to you?”
“I’ll make you say yes.”
“What if I tell you to turn around, leave, and never come back?”
“I’ll come back tomorrow.”
That was enough for Bucky to make up his mind. He grabbed you and lifted you into his arms. You wrapped all four limbs around him as a way to keep him close, afraid that if you let go, he would disappear.
He kissed you as he carried you into his mansion, not caring if he got water all over the ground. That was all he needed to make his decision: you’re his and only his.
Now
That moment seemed like forever ago. Times have changed since then but would you go back to it? Living in ignorant bliss seems like the best way to live but then you wouldn’t have all the answers you want—need. Life seemed so simple back then but you have to keep your head high and try to move on as best as you can.
So, you ran and ran until you couldn’t anymore. You found a college on the other end of the country where you felt like you could try and live a normal life—a life away from Bucky.
You found your passion in fashion design while away from Bucky. You find joy in making clothes and blankets for people and hope to be a big designer one day. This college is going to help you do that if you can maintain your sweet girl facade.
No one here knows about your past. No one here is out to get you. No one here is going to bring you back to him no matter how much your heart aches for him.
You only started college nearly a year ago so you’re almost done with your second semester of your first year. It’s been a quiet experience only because you don’t let anyone in. If you do, he might get to them in order to get to you. Since you left, you know he’s been desperate to find you and you’re going to try as best as you can to remain hidden.
If he does happen to show, you’ll be ready.
You walk on campus, heading to your first class when someone from your fashion design class jogs to catch up with you.
“Hey, Rayne, right?” You gave him a fake name like you did with everyone. You’re not stupid enough to give him your real name. “You’re in my fashion design class.”
Yeah, you recognize him. He has short dark brown hair that fluffs out on top with skin that looks like light caramel. He has a sharp jawline and dark brown eyes that seem to hold mysteries. He’s a few inches taller than you but built like a baseball athlete. Not too muscular but enough to make him look strong.
“Yeah. You’re Giovanni.”
“Gio. Only my dad calls me Giovanni,” he chuckles.
“Right. What’s up?”
“We’ve had the same two fashion classes for two semesters. I know this is bold of me but I think you’re beautiful. Would you like to have a drink with me? Maybe dinner this weekend?”
Going on a date with another man seems harmless but if he found out about it, he’ll kill him. Plus, you’re not sure if you’re ready to move on from him.
“I don’t know. It’s not that you’re not un-datable. I just have so much shit going on in my life. It wouldn’t be fair to you if I couldn’t give you my all, you know?”
“Will you be okay if I asked for your number?”
Again, if he finds another man’s number in your phone, he’ll kill him. Then again, you’ve been on the run for nearly a year and he hasn’t popped back up in your life. Are you done for good? Can you finally move on and live your life the way you think you deserve?
“Sure,” you find yourself saying.
What’s the harm? He’ll have your number and if you don’t want to respond, you won’t. You’ll even block his number if you need to. It’ll be awkward in class but you’re saving his life if you do.
He takes out his phone and gives it to you so you can input your number into it. He calls you immediately after you have his number before putting his phone away.
“I gotta go to class but I’ll text you later.”
“Okay.”
Gio runs off in the opposite direction to his next class while you continue to walk to your first one. This English class is a requirement for your degree even though you’re not interested in the subject at all. You’ve never been a writer or a reader, and you don’t have an interest in Othello or To Kill A Mockingbird. You read those books in high school. Still, you do your work and keep your head down like you have done every day for the past year.
About halfway through the class, an alarm bell sounds over the loudspeaker. Weird, you’ve never heard this alarm before. You’ve done fire drills, sure, but never with this alarm. The professor immediately walks to the door and locks it before pulling down every shade to cover the windows from anyone lurking outside.
“Alright, folks, that is our lockdown alarm. Until they give the all-clear, please gather to this side of the room and remain quiet.”
Every student gets up and huddles in one corner of the room, away from the window on the door. If anyone were able to look inside, they wouldn’t see a single soul. Is this a drill? Is this real? Are you in any danger? He’d never put you in danger but that only applies physically. He did a lot of damage to your heart and mind which is why you escaped from him.
Half the students are silent in fear that this is real while the other half are on their phones without a care in the world. You take your phone out to check the time when the loudspeaker crackles to life.
“Y/N… pisică, I know you’re here.” Your entire body floods with fear. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” It’s no surprise he found you. He finds everyone eventually. Why did you think you’d be able to run from him? “I’ll be nice and give you five minutes to show yourself. If you don’t, heads will roll. Your choice. Time starts now.”
Everyone in the classroom is confused except for you--you’re paralyzed with fear. It takes you thirty seconds to break out of your shell and get up despite the professor calling your fake name. No one knows your real name is Y/N. No one knows he’s here for you.
You grab your bag from your chair and flee the classroom. With the halls empty, it’s easy to get to the stairwell fast. If you can get to your car in the parking lot, you can speed out of here and go someplace where he won’t find you. If you’d ever be so lucky to.
You walk outside and see multiple armed guards walking the campus in search of you. On one end are men you don’t recognize, but you do recognize the men on the other side. Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers. Bucky’s right-hand men. The two he trusts above everyone else. You need to be smart about this or your escape plan would have been for nothing.
You run down the stairs carefully and stay close to the buildings where there are bushes to hide in. If one of them looks like they’re going to spot you, you’d duck behind a bush and wait for them to pass. The parking lot isn’t far from your class but you still treat this as if it’s on the other side of the parking lot.
You sneak past Sam who has his back to you to the only bush separating him and your car. The parking lot only has a few trees but none of them are big enough for you to hide behind. If you want to get to your car, you’ll have to sprint and hope they don’t see you.
Sam scans the parking lot before turning away from it. You take this moment to book it to your car, hoping that he doesn’t turn and see you. You unlock your car by using the key to the door instead of the button because you don’t want to make a lot of noise. When you close the door, Sam turns back to the parking lot and notices you in your car.
If you happen to get caught, you have a knife in your bag that you’ll use. It won’t do good to the many guns Bucky and his men have but it’s better than nothing. Sam watches you peel out of the parking lot before tuning into his earpiece.
“Boss, I got her. She’s leaving the parking lot now.”
“Good. Follow her. I’m on my way.”
You push on the accelerator as soon as you hit the main road. It’s weird you don’t see any other cars on the road. Maybe that’s Bucky’s doing. Whatever. It makes for a quick escape. You look in the rearview mirror to see if you’re being followed and let out a breath of relief when you don’t. That is until you do, and fear spikes not only in your heart but your brain.
You don’t have a good car since you had to buy a junker with the little money you had for yourself. Bucky gave you a card to always use but the second you did, he’d have found you. To pay for the car, you’d take odd jobs here and there and always had them be cash, never checks.
The passenger’s window rolls down and a gun appears out of it. You duck down just as the person starts shooting at you. Well, the person is shooting at your car, not you. Bucky’s men are professional marksmen so it only takes two shots to puncture two tires. You grip the steering wheel as your car slides and skids to the side of the road.
Shit. You sustained maybe a few cruises from where your body hit the side of the car but you’re otherwise unhurt. You need to get out of here. You grab your phone and knife and leave the car. Everything else is replaceable. The car that was shooting at you is less than a mile from where you are but you can feel his eyes on you.
They’re far enough away that maybe you can run away from them. You turn to run the opposite way but another black SUV comes screeching to a halt in front of you. Maybe if you run into the woods on either side of the road, you might be able to get away. You run to the left onto to be stopped by Steve who looks as if he’d been waiting there for you. Behind you, two more men come out from behind trees.
All of them with guns. All of them under Bucky.
The car that shot at you comes to a complete stop a few yards from you. The back door opens and Bucky steps out in a nicely pressed suit that should be illegal. He looks too damn good to be who he is.
“Steve, please let me go. Please!”
Steve doesn’t listen and ends up throwing you back into the middle of the circle. With nowhere to go, you turn to Bucky and grip the knife in your hand. When he gets close enough, you raise your knife to do damage to him but he is too quick for you. He takes out his own gun and points it at you, causing you to freeze in fear.
“Drop the knife,” he says calmly. You look around and try to think of a way out of this but he is one step ahead of you. As always. He steps closer and puts the gun to the side of your head, moving it down to your chin and lifting it so you can only look at him. God, he’s so tall. “Stop trying to figure a way out of this and do as you’re told.”
You have no choice but to listen to him. Seeing him again after nearly a year hurts your heart because you know you’re still so damn in love with him. You love him but hate the kind of person he is. He’s dangerous and ruthless and a killer.
“You won’t shoot me,” you confidently say.
“No?” You shake your head and he pulls the trigger. It’s a blank but the sound of the gun clicking is enough to send you right back into your pool of fear. “The next one might not be a blank.” He puts his gun away but his men are still on alert. “It took so long to find you. You’re getting creative with your escapes.”
“I’ll escape again. I’ve done it before.”
You’ve always been so amusing to him.
“I’ll deal with this when we get home. Get in the car.”
“No.” Bucky grabs your arm tightly enough to drag you next to him but not tight enough to leave bruises. He’ll never mark you like that. “What about my car?”
“I’ll buy you a new one. Steve, Sam, clean this mess up.”
Bucky puts you in the back seat of the black SUV before he slides in next to you. He has mansions all over the country so instead of taking you back to New York, he’ll go to the one he has right here in California near your college.
You honestly didn’t think you’d ever go back to the one place you tried so hard to get away from.
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"Good, 'cause I want you to be my Dad."
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1.5k words
CW: Domestic fluff, she/her use, afab reader, mentions of Billy's death (briefly), Billy Hargrove illegitimate child, mention of marriage and unconventional proposal
Early Winter 1989
The sound of clattering filled the kitchen as Eddie quickly steadied the bright green bowl on the counter. A pair of wide innocent blue eyes look up at him from the floor as he shushes him softly.
"We can't make too much noise. It's too early. You'll wake up your mom." A small giggle comes from the small boy next to him as he gave him a pointed look.
"Sorry Eddie." He says, continuing his giggling as he trots over to the lower cabinet next to the fridge, ninja turtle slippers dragging against the cold linoleum.
Eddie watched the little one open the cabinet and grab a box of off-brand sugary cereal almost as big as he was. His little waves of hair bobbing as he carried it over to the counter, he set it on the hard surface, climbing onto the chair propped up against the counter next to Eddie.
"Not too much now. We don't want you hopping off the walls when we go out in the snow later." He pouts, pouring the cereal into his bowl, Eddie supervising, as he knew this kid loved doing everything himself.
"Good?" His little face looked up at him for approval. Eddie nods, watching the kid go put the box back.
"Go turn your cartoons on, I'll get the milk."
This became the normal Saturday morning routine every time Eddie stayed at his girlfriend's apartment. Being woken up at 7am by her son Oliver, mostly called Ollie, just to watch cartoons together and eat cereal in front of the TV.
Not the most extravagant tradition, but it was something he enjoyed regardless.
Time passes as they dine on their bowls of cereal and watch the newest episode of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Ollie sets his bowl down on the floor, looking up at Eddie seated in his usual recliner. Enjoying his own bowl of cereal.
"Eddie?" The curly-haired musician stopped his chewing to look down at the boy. He looks nervous almost as he fiddles with the buttons on his pajama shirt.
"Yeah kid?"
"You love my Mom, right?" Eddie raises an eyebrow, a soft clank breaks the silence as he drops his spoon in his bowl.
"Of course I do. I love your Mom a lot." Ollie nods, looking back at the television, watching an ad for some brand new toy coming out soon.
"And you love me, right?" The brunet sat forward, having a feeling he knew exactly where this conversation was going.
"I love you just as much as your Mom, Bud." Eddie studied the profile of the little boy's face as he turned to look at the older man.
"Are you going to marry my Mom?" Eddie's eyes went wide, his mouth slipping open with a shocked 'uhh', Ollie patiently waiting for his answer.
"I'd like to some day if she wants to..." He chuckled nervously, watching the little boy nod and look back at the TV again as his cartoon came back on.
"Good, 'cause I want you to be my Dad."
Eddie stared at the kid, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach. Nerves started to get the better of him as he started to dwell on the thought.
He never really pictured himself being the father type because he didn't really grow up with a Dad. Just his Uncle Wayne when he took him in at a young age after his own father went to prison.
He knew what it was like growing up without a father, and he knew about the situation of your son's biological father dying years ago in the Hawkins Mall fire. Right before you could even tell him you were pregnant.
This poor kid would never get to know his real dad, but by how you described the guy maybe it was for the best.
"You really want me to be your old man?" Ollie turned again, looking up at Eddie. His beautiful little blue eyes gleamed at the thought, making Eddie almost smile.
"Yeah, you're fun, and you want to spend time with me. I like when you play with me, or we watch cartoons together. And you make my Mom happy." Eddie finally smiled.
He knows he makes you happy, you tell him enough. But having a child notice just makes him feel all the more appreciated for his efforts.
"I'm trying to do good by you and your Mom." He knows what it's like to not have a father. Even if this kid technically isn't his son yet, he'd be damned if he didn't treat him like he was.
"You're both very important to me and some day I hope to be your Dad. You're a good kid, and I'd be proud to be your old man."
"You can't be my Dad right now?" Eddie tenses up, knowing it really isn't exactly that simple.
"It's not that easy. Plus, that would be a question only your Mother could answer."
"What question?" Both of their attentions turned to the hall doorway. There you stood, half asleep and confused with a coffee cup in your hands.
"Can Eddie be my Dad?"
Your eyes go wide staring at your son in disbelief. You knew he adored Eddie since you two started dating a little over a year ago. Introducing them to each other and becoming inseparable almost immediately.
It was obvious that your boyfriend would make a fantastic dad for your son, but you still didn't want to rush things with him and risk scaring him away.
"Oliver, honey. It's not that simple. From a legal standpoint..." Your lips draw to a line as Ollie stares at you, still innocent as ever. Glancing at Eddie, he just smirks. All the cocky son of a bitch can do is egg on the question.
"I think he really wants you to answer the question babe." Glaring at him, you think of exactly what to say, getting the idea to turn this around on him.
"For him to be your Dad, we'd have to get married. And that would mean Eddie would have to ask me to marry him." Ollie looks back at Eddie as the Metal heads face drops.
"Would you marry my Mom?"
"In a heartbeat." He answers, chocolate brown eyes locking on you.
Ollie looks back and forth between you two, little curls bouncing on his head as it bobs back and forth. His attention quickly turns towards the TV, hearing the turtles talking and remembering he was watching cartoons.
Eddie looks up at you, shrugging and patting his lap as he moves the cereal bowl off his lap and onto the side table next to him.
"C'mere sweetheart." Walking over, he takes your coffee and sets it down right before you sit across his lap. Tattooed arms wrap around your calves and waist.
"I'm sorry if he blindsided you. He's just been asking me about Billy a lot lately and... I guess since he started preschool he just sees other kids with their parents." His grip tightens on you, your head going to his shoulder as he chuckles.
"It's fine babe. I'm just a little surprised. I knew he liked me just not this much." You scoff, his head turning towards you. A soft smile on his lips as he admires your face.
"He's nuts about you, Eddie."
"Gets it from his Mom." You laugh, tapping him on his chest, sliding it up his collarbone and behind his neck past his mountain of messy curls.
"And I don't need some stupid papers to call him my kid. If he wants me to be his Dad, I'm his Dad... I'm just a little on edge about the whole thing, being a good role model."
"You already are. I don't see him causing issues or breaking any laws." Eddie grins, knowing what you mean, but that same sinking feeling won't go away.
"He's 4. I think the most I've seen him fuss about was going to bed at 8. I guess I just don't want to be like my old man, swore I'd never be like him."
"You aren't your father, Ed. Far from it. You love Ollie and treat him like pure gold compared to what you've told me about how you were treated. I'd be happy for you to be his Dad when the time comes."
Eddie beams, his chest going warm with love and endearment. You lean in to kiss him on the lips sweetly. Returning the kiss, he pulls you closer to his body. Almost like he's trying to become one with you.
"You think the Town Hall's closed because of the snow storm?" He asks, pulling away from the kiss.
"Maybe?" You look at him inquisitively, trying to figure out what he's thinking. "Why?"
Eddie moves his arm from around your calves, pulling off one of his many rings and looks at you.
"I know it's just a piece of paper, but I really do want to marry you. So, why don't we go down to the courthouse first chance we get an make it official. Make you Mrs. Munson. Would you like that?" Holding up the ring, he gestures it towards you.
You stare in shock, knowing your answer as you take the ring and slide it on your finger. The black band was way too big for your digits, but you didn't care. A rush of warmth washes over you, making your cheeks burn and your smile brighter.
"I'd like that."
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Level Five
Content Warning: nipple play, groping
The fifth level is in the attic. Sweet dreams.
Honestly, I'm not surprised when my vision momentarily goes black upon opening the attic door. After all, the note pretty much confirmed that this is Belphie's level, and he can do a lot more stuff in the dream realm than in the real world.
"Welcome back," he greets, suddenly appearing in front of me. "It's been a while since we last met here."
"You nearly killed me," I respond. Belphie shrugs.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures. I have no intention of hurting you this go-around." He walks behind me and wraps his hands around my waist, forcing my back to be up against his chest His breath hits my ear as he whispers,
"That is, unless you want me to." My breath hitches as he lifts my shirt up, resting his hands on my stomach.
"This realm is a giant playground for me," he continues. "I can conjure up anything I want to here. And since I've been in the deepest parts of your mind, I can make you convinced that this is reality." He plants a kiss right below my ear as moans begin echoing off the attic walls.
"I didn't realize you did that," I softly tell him, making him chuckle.
"Believe me, it wasn't part of my original plan. But I grew bored as I was waiting, and I started exploring in order to give me something to do."
"When did you enter this part?"
"Shortly after that stupid game of Levi's. I wanted to know what made you so fucking smitten with Lucifer that you were willing to risk your life for him."
"And?" His hands begin traveling up towards my chest.
"You liked being praised. It turns you on." As soon as he says that, disembodied voices begin talking, mixing too well with the moans.
You're doing so good, MC.
That's it. Just like that. Doing so well for me.
So pretty.
Belphie's thumbs begin circling my nipples, making me that much more aware of my arousal. I suppose this is why he's the second to last level.
"So, you knew long before we--" I start to say.
"Yes," he interrupts softly. "I just didn't want to scare you off at the time." He continues his circling in silence, forcing me to continue listening to the various noises bouncing throughout the room.
"Belphie." I internally wince at the whiny sound of my voice. He, on the other hand, hums in approval.
"I like the way you say my name." He presses his hips against mine as he begins tweaking my nipples. I gasp at the sudden stimuli.
I'm really close to breaking.
"You're really good at this." Belphie laughs.
"That's the point, sweetheart. Can't make this easy for you." Suddenly, I find myself lying on my back on top of a bed, Belphie towering over me. I feel multiple pairs of eyes on me, but I don't see anyone else in the room with us.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"Simply changing the scene," he responds.
"Why?"
"So that I can do this." He snaps his fingers, and phantom hands begin rubbing all over my body. Not just one pair, but several. And they all feel familiar.
"This is perhaps your deepest fantasy," he explains. "You want to be taken by all of us at the same time."
Shit. I thought I'd done a good job of keeping that particular desire a secret, but clearly I failed. Question is, did he find out on his own, or did Asmo tell him?
"I can make everyone appear right now if you want me to." The hands begin feeling more solid, and I start looking around the room for something I can use to wake me up. Unfortunately, the only object in this room appears to be the bed.
"Just give in already. I know you want to."
"I..." I trail off, becoming more uncertain by the second.
"You've made it a lot further in this test than any of us expected. I'm sure your efforts will be rewarded. But you must be getting tired of resisting your urges. You may be strong, but you're still human. You have a breaking point that you're quickly approaching."
"Belphie..." I don't even know what I'm trying to say. He's right, of course; I'm dangerously close to giving in.
"Just say the word, MC. You don't have to worry about a thing. We'll take care of you."
Something inside me makes me scream. My eyes fly open, my heart racing as I take in my current surroundings.
"Are you alright, MC?" Belphie crouches down in front of me, concern evident in his face. "I didn't create something harmful, did I?" I shake my head.
"You're back in reality," he continues. "If you're skeptical, I can always pinch you." I find myself giggling at his statement, beginning to calm down.
"To be honest, I'm surprised I even woke up," I tell him. "The temptation to give in almost became too great for me to ignore."
"I know. But the important thing is that you didn't, and now you're only one stage away from completing your test and earning your star." Belphie pauses. "That is, if you want to continue. If you nearly lost control during my stage, there's no telling what's going to happen to you in the final round."
"I want to at least try. I've made it this far, after all; I'd be foolish to not see this through." He shrugs.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
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On Repeat
pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader
category: hurt/comfort
warnings: rape
word count: 1063
summary: it's around the anniversary of when you were raped but you haven't told jj so she keeps trying to initiate sex but you're not in the mood
JJ's hand rode a bit higher up my thigh, caressing it teasingly as she bit her lip. I was watching tv but her eyes were only on me. "Look at me baby." She demanded in a low voice.
"I'm not in the mood Jayje." I mumbled, putting her hand on my knee instead of my upper thigh. She sighed and squeezed my knee. I could tell she wanted to say something but was holding back. "What is it?"
"Did I do something?" Her voice was small. I furrowed my brows.
"What do you mean?"
"I've tried to initiate sex probably a thousand times the last few weeks and you've turned me down every time. It's ok if you don't want to have sex but you've never turned me down this many times before. So...did I do something to make you mad? Or uncomfortable?"
"No you didn't do anything." I huffed and got up to get some water. I didn't realize she had noticed I was turning sex down so much and I didn't realize she was thinking it was because of her.
"Then what is it baby?" She got off my couch and walked over to me, hugging me from behind. "We see each other two days a week...and I love having sex with you. I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do. It's ok if you don't want to have sex that's completely fine...I just want to know what's wrong."
"Nothings wrong JJ, ok?" I gripped my glass tightly.
"Ok...ok I'll stop pushing. But if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here." I nodded and went to my room for some alone time, crying into my pillow so quietly she couldn't hear.
When I went to DC the next weekend to see her she tried to initiate sex again. I didn't have the heart to tell her no, especially after I realized that she thought it was her fault. So I gave in and the next thing I knew I was naked on her bed. She kissed down my neck lovingly while I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to suppress memories I had tried so hard to forget. "You're so fucking beautiful baby." She moaned against my neck. "I can't wait to make you feel good. Get up. I wanna hit it from the back." My heart dropped but I did it anyways. I rolled over onto my stomach and she lifted my hips so my ass was in the air. This was the exact position I was in when it happened. I tried to tell myself it was JJ. It wasn't him, it was my beautiful, loving girlfriend who would never do anything to hurt me.
No matter what I told myself my brain kept spiraling. My mouth was dry and the memories were playing on repeat. I felt her like herself up and I froze, my whole body just stopped working. Suddenly I was the 19 year old girl again who got raped in the back of a bar. "Hey...hey baby." I felt JJ's hand on the small of my back. I didn't feel the tip of the strap anymore. Did she realize something was wrong? "Hey hey hey baby talk to me." I tried to speak but my voice caught in my throat. "It's ok. Can you get onto your back for me?" I did as she said very slowly. It was taking so much brainpower just to move my limbs. "Good girl."
"JJ." I was able to say her name.
"Yeah baby? What is it?" She reached out to touch my face and I gave her a small nod, telling her she could.
"I can't...I can't do it I'm sorry. I thought I could but I can't." I sniffled, my bottom lip quivering.
"That's ok my love. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." She caressed my cheek gently, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "And I know you might not want to talk about it right now but I need to know what happened. What made you react this way?" My lip trembled at the thought of telling her. Would she even look at me the same way? She looked at me with soft, loving eyes and it took me everything in me not to break down.
"I-I when I was 19..." I trailed off, avoiding eye contact. I wasn't going to be able to do it if I was looking at her.
"Would it be better if you couldn't see me?" JJ asked softly. I nodded so she got behind me. "Is it ok if I spoon you?" I nodded so she draped her arm over my waist, pulling me as close to her as possible.
"When I was 19...I was in a bar." I sniffled. "I had a fake ID and I wanted to go out with some friends, you know? Normal dumb teen stuff." JJ pressed kisses on my back from behind, calming me down. "A-and I met this guy. I think he liked me or something cause he kept trying to talk to me. I-I told him I wasn't interested but he kept talking to me." I let out a choked sob.
"Oh baby." She cooed, rubbing my stomach. She knew where this was going.
"I don't really remember what happened after that...I just know...that the next thing I remembered-" I got cut off by a shaky breath. "I was in the back of the bar- and he was behind me." I sniffled. "Thrusting into me."
"My love I'm so sorry that happened to you. Did it trigger you when I got you into that position?" I nodded.
"It's around the anniversary."
"So all those memories are coming back up, huh?" She kissed my shoulder and stroked my hair.
"Mhm. And I know I should've told you sooner-"
"Hey. None of that." She kissed my ear and my jaw. "You tell me things on your own time." I relaxed and pressed my back further into her. She held me tighter before kissing the back of my head. "You're safe with me baby."
"Thank you...for making me feel safe."
"I'm glad you feel safe with me. I'm happy to be your safe space whenever you need me to be. I love you so much. Don't you ever forget that."
"I love you too."
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Temptress
MDNI, 18+
Pairing: Austin Butler x Evelyn(reader)
Summary: Austin and Evelyn are on vacation in Hawaii and a little teasing game begins. Who can get the other to crack first?
Warnings: teasing, sex against a wall, neck squeezing? i don't wanna call it choking, unprotected sex, p in v, masturbation reference, dirty talk, what's a smut story without a little awkward boner?
Words: 2.5k
Authors Note: When I tell you I had such terrible writers block when trying to come up with the scenes where they tease each other. I don't know why that was so hard for me?? But I know a lot of you were waiting for this (I've never had so many notes on a teaser before! I'm so beyond thankful but now the pressure is a thousand times more I truly hope I don't dissapoint-oh gosh) story to be put out, so alas- here it is.
As always comments and reblogs mean the absolute world to me, so feel free to write your little hearts out or even message me!
But enough from me...enjoy!
The hot Hawaiian sun blanketed her body as she laid out on one of the white beach chairs. The sound of the nearby waves lapping at the sand lulled her buzzing mind. Only thoughts of her husband Austin were present. She was on vacation after all, he SHOULD be the only thing on her mind.
Austin soon returned with two cocktails in his hands, handing the cold glass to her. She took it in her hands, the condensation dripping onto her thighs, causing goosebumps to form.
She took a generous sip, savoring the sweet flavor on her tongue, the alcohol warming her throat as she swallowed.
“Mm, you’re so hired,” she moaned, taking another gulp.
He chuckled, sitting to face her on the chair beside her. “Does that mean you’ll keep me around for another night?”
A smirk danced on his lips as she pretended to consider her options.
She eyed him through her glasses, taking in his newly toned body. He’d always been thin, but he bulked up in the last month for his upcoming role. His shoulders were more rounded and his biceps held more shape. The lines of his abs were subtle beneath his skin with a bit of hair topping the waistband of his swim shorts. Her thoughts quickly began to fill with desire. A sudden little playful idea formed in her head.
She waited until his eyes made their way back to her before swiping her tongue along the rim of the glass before going in for another gulp.
His eyebrow twitched in response.
She straightened her posture, “that’s not a very respectable thing to say to a guest, now is it?”
Beneath her confident gaze, her heart pounded in her chest as the words left her mouth.
He had to crack first.
“My apologies, ma’am.” He stretched his arms above his head, his biceps flexing.
He didn’t miss a beat.
He was on to her.
Let the games begin.
Although, she wasn’t sure if any kind of game had started when neither of them made a move in the last hour. But she did know she wanted to cool down and get out of the sun for a bit, feeling a bead of sweat roll down her back.
“You gettin’ hungry?”
“A little,” she admitted.
He sat up, groaning as he stretched his stiff limbs.
“You go ahead,” he encouraged, “I’m gonna take a quick dip before I head in.” He nodded his head towards the ocean.
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his back as he walked right into the water, sinking down just enough to dunk his head before walking back up to shore. He ran a hand over his face and through his hair to slick it back like he was Fabio on some cover of a romance novel.
She was eating up every second of it.
He looked her way right as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
A cool shower sounded incredible. For more reasons than one.
She abruptly stood, refusing to look in his direction, already knowing he had a smirk that was awaiting her gaze. Making her way to the outdoor showers, she gratefully slipped behind the wooden paneling.
She briefly wondered if he’d follow in behind her.
Flipping the water on, she jumped aside with a shriek as a sudden spray of freezing water hit her.
If her nipples weren’t pebbled up from a moment ago, they sure were now.
She waited a bit hoping the water would warm some, but quickly realized there wasn’t going to be anything remotely tolerable coming out of the shower head any time soon.
Turning the spout off, she stepped back out into the heat again, almost welcoming the warmth if it weren’t for the dried sweat that covered her skin.
“Was that water a little too cold for you?” Austin chuckled as he toweled himself dry.
“Straight from an iceberg- that's what that was.” She grumbled lightly, watching as his hands moved the towel over his body.
Everything’s always hotter when it’s wet.
“Is that why you’re..” he stuck his pointer fingers out from his chest, nodding to her breasts, “pokey?”
She blushed.
“Or is it just cuz of me?”
“Careful,” she warned, pausing in the doorway.
He wanted to talk about her boobs?
She could work with that.
Reaching for the strings of her bikini top, she pulled them loose letting the bottom fall free.
He visibly swallowed watching her hands, his throat bobbing.
Oh the power of a little peek-a-boob.
She turned, not able to contain her cheeky grin as she made the snap decision to rid her top as a whole, keeping her back to him as she dropped it to the floor.
“Hey, that’s not-“ he trailed off as she turned to face him with a giggle, his eyes drinking her top half in. “…fair.”
“Anything is fair game, but the first to touch the other person loses.”
He reluctantly brought his eyes back up to hers. She could almost see the tug of war that was going on in his brain of where to look.
“You were going to order dinner for us, weren’t you?” She teased, scooping up her top before beelining it for the shower.
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It was after dinner, and he had just turned the water off for his own shower. He called her over to him from the bathroom.
She walked over to find him with just a towel tied low on his hips, standing in front of the clouded mirror. Steam was still hanging in the air from the hot shower, adding to the mood.
A dark new tan colored his skin from all the time spent on the beach the last few days. Her mouth almost watered as his muscles flexed beneath his skin while he spread shaving cream over his face.
“Hi,” he greeted, a playful look in his eyes.
A nervous smile pulled at her mouth, “hi?”
“I need your help.”
She raised a brow, “with shaving?”
He nodded, patting the counter with his hand, “come sit.”
“But I can’t touch you?”
He chuckled, handing her his razor, “you’ll have to be careful then.”
She stood frozen for a moment contemplating the challenge. Not wanting to back down she hopped up on the counter, sitting tall.
His eyes sparkled mischievously, watching as she brought the razor gently to his face. The air seemed electrified as she scooted a little closer, their faces now only a few inches apart. Pressing the blade to his skin, she made the first swipe. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip in concentration as she focused on not slicing his sensitive skin. Her arm almost shaking by the end from the exertion.
Making the final swipe, she finally realized how close they were, feeling the exhale from his nose. She’d never craved to kiss him so badly before, she could practically feel the warmth of his lips on hers.
She sudden feel of his towel brush against her inner thigh snapped her out of her lustful haze. Looking down she noticed she wasn’t the only one getting affected.
She pulled away rather abruptly, quickly hopping off the sink. Straightening her shirt, she looked back at him. The tips of his ears were red, but whether that was from the shower or if he was actually blushing she wasn’t sure.
“That doesn’t count,” he defended, clearing his throat.
“No?”
He took another towel to his face, “I can’t-“ he looked at her, “control it.”
Taking one more glance down to see the obvious sign of his arousal she was almost light headed with desire just knowing he wanted her just as much.
She fled before she could lose control and yank him back into the bedroom.
Were there any rules against taking her own pleasure into her own hands?
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Later that night, well after the sun had set, the bonfire crackled weakly as it began to die out between them, only the moon casting a blue glow on the sand. The breeze caused a chill to shiver up her spine, and of course Austin noticed.
“You cold?”
She reluctantly nodded.
He picked up a stick and poked around in the burnt logs trying to coax a new flame, but only a few extra sparks fluttered up into the air.
“There's some other ways we could keep warm.” The words fell out of her mouth before she could think.
He paused. “Are you forfeiting?”
Her fingers tingled with the desire to touch him.
“Is the temptation too much for you?” She quipped.
They were both fighting for their lives.
“Only ‘cause it comes from you.”
Fuck.
Damn him and his way with words.
His eyes were like a magnet pulling her to him and she was too weak to pull away. His tongue swiped over his lips, his eyes darting behind her.
“If you put that towel down, I’ll take you right here.” He said, his voice dropping an octave.
She bit her lip, failing to hide her smile as a new warmth spread through her veins for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day.
“Didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.” She slowly reached back for the towel, spreading it open on the sand.
She hardly had time to situate herself down before he was on her.
He hovered his lips over hers, teasing just a bit more. She could feel his breath on her lips. Every inch she moved back, he inched just as far forward.
“Aus,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“As much as I want to do this right here-“ she inhaled sharply as his lips nearly brushed hers, “-what if there’s paps?”
He pulled away with a heavy sigh.
“C’mon,” she stood, before she took off running as best as she could in the shifting sand, a laugh bubbling past her lips. She just made it past the front door when Austin's arm snaked its way around her waist, “not so fast, baby.”
Her soul cried out in joy as she felt the weight of his touch on her, his warm skin making her nerve endings sing.
He pulled her into him, his front pressed to her back, his head lowering over her shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She laughed some more as his cheek brushed against hers.
“Where do you wanna do this, hm?” He spun her around.
A full grin spread across her mouth as his hands found hers, and he began to toy with their fingers.
“You wanna do this right here?”
She nodded, her heart skipping a beat when he gently pressed her back into the wall of the hallway, his forehead pressed to hers, his blue eyes swirling with lust.
Like a dam that breaks when the flood waters come, so was his desire for her, breaking through in a heavy long awaited kiss; his mouth finally devouring her own.
His hands fumbled with her shirt, his fingers almost trembling. Quickly discarding it to the floor, his hands began to explore the newly exposed skin, earning a moan when his thumb swiped over her nipple.
His desperation was contagious. She tugged at his shirt blindly, his mouth the only thing she could focus on.
He took a half step away to pull his shirt over his head, “tell me what you want, Ev.”
She whined, reaching for him, “Aus.”
He raised a brow with a little smirk, “hm? You’ve mentioned it before.” His fingers slotted into the belt loops of her shorts tugging her closer to his warm chest pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Take me against the wall,” she all but whispered.
“There's my good girl.”
His fingers reached down, popping the fly open on her shorts and yanking them down over her hips, landing at her feet. His cock twitched realizing she had been pantyless the whole evening.
Ridding himself of his own shorts, he quickly hoisted her up, gripping her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his already stiff length brushing teasingly at the inside of her thigh.
They both fumbled for a moment trying to get him in her, the angle proving to make things difficult, “put your leg down for a sec-“
Lowering her leg carefully back to the floor, freed up his hand and he quickly positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside. She inhaled sharply as her walls stretched to accommodate him.
“God, I don’t think I can ever get used to that,” she breathed as he eased in, gripping his bicep for dear life.
He gave a few slow strokes, testing the position.
Once he was sure they were stable, he hiked her thigh a little higher around his waist, spreading her open just that much more. Slotting his mouth over hers, he reached a hand up to squeeze her breast, coaxing a moan out of her. His hips began to piston faster, jolting her into the wall with each thrust.
“Can you-“ a particularly hard thrust caused her to stutter. “A-Aus.”
His eyes darted to hers, his hips stopping. “You okay?”
“Don’t stop,” she whined, pulling at the hairs at the bottom of his neck, “-need you deeper.”
“Shit- yeah?” He reached down, getting her to wrap her other leg back around his waist.
A wanton moan danced in his ears from her mouth as he sunk even deeper into her, “fuck, yeah.”
He pressed her harder into the wall, hips working double time, panting heavily in her ear as he held her, his fingers digging into the skin of her thighs. Sweat began to form across his forehead from the exertion, dampening his hair. Little groans began to fall from his mouth as their passion progressed, unable to contain it all inside.
A sudden impulse came over him and his hand reached up to her neck, squeezing gently. Her eyes widened as he locked his eyes to her, pressing their foreheads together. He slowed his thrusts, taking his time making her writhe with every push of his hips into her.
“Baby-“ she mewled, clawing her fingernails into his shoulders.
He could feel her tightening as her climax quickly approached. “You gonna cum for me, baby?”
She squeezed tighter with her legs, her fingers tugging harder at his hair, pulling a grunt out of his throat.
“Give me a good one, c’mon.”
She held her breath as her high took hold, her walls spasming around his length.
“Holy shit,” he mumbled as he felt her squeeze every part of him as her climax hit. He quickly fell into his own orgasm, his blue eyes rolling back. His cock spilled heavily inside of her, painting her walls white with a low moan.
As her limbs loosened, her walls continued rhythmically milking every last bit from him until he was completely soft, quickly slipping out of her as he carefully let her down.
“Just so you know,” she said between breaths, “you lost.”
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Even in the company of clouds, she feels so alone...
Pairing: Friend!Huening Kai x Menlancholic!Reader
Genre: Angst :3 with a dash of fluff at the end (or some form of healing because all of us need it blows nose on handkerchief)
Warnings: Reader is feeling depressed, these two friends are navigating through their mix of negative emotions together (Otherwise nothing TOO triggering).
Synopsis: Huening Kai goes over to your place uninvited because you’re not doing your best and it shows. You don’t know how to put your feelings to words, but you care about Huening Kai and this friendship, so you make an attempt to not completely shut down in front of somebody you genuinely feel comfy around.
Content: Reader is kinda avoidant at first, mentions of animal crossing, low-key anxious (but determined) Kai, one platonic hug <3
Wc: 708 words
- Masterlist -
Kai didn't know what he was doing when he walked down the cold, empty neighborhood streets.
Alone. All by himself without a hand to hold. Everything just feels so ... cold.
Is this what you felt like when he invited you over to his house to play video games you didn't even like? To hang around with a friend group you didn't quite vibe with?
To be with... him?
He felt shivers from the heels of his feet to the arch of his back. All over his body, it's all just goosebumps and cool air that didn't sit right on his skin and the overwhelming thought of 'I haven't been the bestest friend no oh no what's wrong with me what’s-'
The house at the end of the lane is just a couple steps away, dimmed and ghost-silent.
Your house.
He had to get there.
"Why are you here?"
It was a simple question Huening Kai didn't have the answer to, at least, not at the moment.
Lights off but you remain wide awake, the moon high above the clouds casting a lonely shade of indigo into your bedroom. You hug your knees... Pretending it's somebody hugging you not just your limbs but an actual somebody there to reciprocate the emotion and hug you-
"You look like you could use a little bit of company." The statement wasn't supposed to sound like a question.
You waited, in the dark, feeling kind of guilty you didn't cast the happiest expression when the man brought him and his full 183 centimeters to your front door. Or when you brought him to your room and all you did is sit on your bed, staring off into the grim shadows in the corners of the room that mimicked blackholes.
And now, as he stands there, fingers fidgety and grasping each other, asking you questions, being there for you... You have nothing to say?
Kai broke the silence yet again, "Hey... It's okay if you don't want me here." A pause. "I mean- it's technically curfew hours? A-and our parents are all asleep and I don't mean to disturb you but I just thought-" Even in the dim lights, you could see the curve of his brows, the twitch on the corner of his lips. "I'm sorry."
It was the first time that night, you looked up at the princely figure bestowed upon you.
"What?"
"I'm... Sorry." This time, the statement did not come out as a question. "I... Noticed your absence. Well- not that you weren't there but... Physically speaking, we're together but... I felt like your mind has been... Drifting? Lately?” A furrow of his brows, a feeble step or two closer to you but not too close because he cares enough to not get too close to you but still close enough. “Is it my friends? Do you not like playing Animal Crossing with my friends?"
A pause.
Your hand pulls away from the top of your knees.
A fragile pat on the side of your bed ensues, as if saying, 'sit.'
Huening Kai didn't know why, but he smiled at that, happily sitting next to you.
"..."
"..."
You were the first to speak. "See the moon, Kai?" A soft, raspy chuckle. "It looks so pretty tonight."
He looked up, out the window, beaming at the full moon, not at all knowing where this conversation would go but as long as he’s with you and you keep talking to him, he’s more than happy to be by your side. Literally.
"Yeah... Yeah, it's pretty."
"Ever wonder how lonely she gets?"
He didn't respond.
You continued, "She feels like her partner is so far away... how she could never reach the sun. No matter how fast she runs, they're a pair that can never be together. Even in the company of clouds, she feels so alone..."
Huening Kai didn't know what got over him, what demons possessed him at that very second but his heart ached because he knows yours ached too and- "Oh my God I'm so sorry- was that how I made you feel? I... I'm so sorry I just-"
With a tight embrace, his words falter, and all that previous unwanted coolness that swept the surfaces of his skin seemed to have vanished.
Be it the moon or the sun, that single hug felt like an eclipse.
"No, Kai, no... You make me feel like the moon could finally stop chasing it's lover."
Tag: @itzzz-yerin my biggest fan tbh 🤧🤧
A/n: ... I have no words. HONESTLY. I BLACKED OUT ONE NIGHT AFTER TAKING MEDS AND JUST WROTE THIS AND IT FELT LIKE A WHOLE THERAPY SESSION GOD DAMNNNN. guys I think I fell in love with writing again hrheheheehhee. (Ps I wrote this author's note half awake too okay byeee *smooches my readers*)
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Maryjane.
Eddie x reader
Summary: You and Eddie somehow get your freshman hands on lasagna topped with cannabis, not basil.
Y/n examined the duffle bag, daring to sniff it before stepping back immediately. "Now what. What the fuck is that?" She utters, terrified. Eddie was quick to cover her mouth. His rings ghost cold against her skin. "I don't know. The guy shoved it into my arms and ran like a puss!" He claims, seeming actually sincere. Eddie ruffled his brown tresses, and his shirt rides a bit up. Taking a quick bike ride and tossing it over a bridge felt most natural. "Eddie, It's stanking up the whole room. Why hasn't Wayne put a knot upside your head."
He rolls his eyes. You're not helping.
"Get an airtight container and air freshener, I think." Y/n says. Eddie marches off into another room and retrieves only one item. He opened the bag, and you were hovering over his shoulder like a scavenger. The smell overwhelmed both of your noses. Eddie reported later that the scent was like citrus, and you said it was like a Bradford tree. The pair started to crack and cackle a bit. all that trouble over one grocery bag inside? "Seriously though. How are you going to deal with this?"
"What do you mean, you? Thats singular."
"My record is clean. It will stay that way!"
"Technically, you were aware of this and didn't contact authorities. And didn't you tell me how to hide it? Your apart of it."
"Look, I have a cooking class. And you already know that Mrs. Robertson's a junkie. She'll eat this up!" Eddie exclaims. You lean on the bleachers, arms folded. "What if she's in recovering and calls the hounds? Or we could just smoke or make an ed like you want." You bargain. Eddie grins, looking up in the air as if thinking about it.
♧
"This actually tasted good." Eddie says, forking another piece. You were laid lazily on the couch, matching some sort of puzzle. "Guess I'll get me a plate." You mouth sarcastically.
"My God, it does! Too bad we have to ruin it, though." You stated. Eddie stopped chewing lasagna, like he was caught doing something. "I already sprinkled some on top?"
-BTW Eddie and Reader are underage, so it's Illegal. Hence, they are all freaked out and secretive about it.
This was inspired by an episode from Everybody Hates Chris. I lost motivation to make it longer, and I know I shouldn't have and waited till I gained some back.
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