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need-a-new-hobby · 4 years

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Lucky

note: i hate what i’m about to write but it’s important for the plot. i hate this. pure angst and love for garcia // it is important to know i will not be focusing on the episode, just on the absolute ball of eccentric sunshine that is penelope freaking garcia 😍😍also a certain cute detective makes spencer subtly jealous.

Another sunny day. After receiving multiple good morning texts from Piper (who is an absolute goofball that should not be allowed near her phone at 5:30am) Penelope got up from her lavender scented sheets (a gift by Emily that kept on giving) and trudged her way to the shower. She grabbed her mug of the day and left for her favourite coffee shop down the street. She greeted Allison (who definitely works too much) and waited patiently for her bean juice until she heard mild swearing from behind her. A VERY handsome man slammed his fingers into his keyboard, cursing at his laptop. Allison’s outstretched hands shook her from the very dirty scene her imagination would have created. As she walked past, she halted behind the man hitting his keyboard. “I got a polo mallet in my trunk. Maybe you should give it a shot?” She joked before seeing the very grim face on the young man. “Sorry, none of my business.” As she made to leave, he started,

“3 hours.” Penelope stopped, turned and tilted her head. “Just froze up on me.”

“You didn’t save...Who has time to save these days with the kids and the rap music?” She approached the man and peered at his laptop, her cheek inches away from his.

“You have a polo mallet in your trunk?” He asked the blonde examining his laptop.

“Small one.” She admitted. “May I?” The young man got up, allowing her the seat. “Oh, figures. Windows. Temperamental.” He watched her fingers flutter over his keyboard and chuckled as she exclaimed, “Et voila!” Penelope got up from the seat, grabbing her bags and wished him luck but as she left, he introduced himself.

“James, James Baylor. My friends call my Colby.”

“Penelope. Garcia. My friends call me wonderful. And Garcia.” He chuckled again. My God, he was beautiful. And then he did something that very rarely happened in her itty bitty life. He pulled out his card and offered her lunch. Penelope felt her face light up and she scribbled her own number on his paper napkin.

She felt giddy as she walked into the BAU with her untouched cup of coffee. Derek glided behind her, as he did so irritatingly, saying, “Good morning, princess,” receiving only a curt good morning in return. “Pump. Your. Brakes,” said he in that smooth voice he had and beckoned her closer. “Every morning I say good morning. Every day you say I’ll show you a good morning hot stuff. Every day. Not today?”

“I hate profilers. You know that?”

“Spit it out.”

“Fine. I met a guy.”

“You did what?” Derek’s eyebrows reached outer space. “Where?”

“Coffee shop. Smoking hot. I fixed his computer and then he asked for my number.”

“And you just--”

“Gave it to him. Did I mention he was smoking hot?” Derek smiled at her.

“Yeah. Ok. It happens.” Derek made to leave, until Garcia continued.

“No it doesn’t. Not to me. Not like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not the girl men see across a smoky bar and write songs about. No-- I do just fine, it just takes a minute, you know.”

“Ok, so what's the problem? You think it's all happening a little too fast or something?”

“Yes. I--I don't know. Maybe. What do you think?”

“I think you should always trust your gut, So sure, if he seems a little too smooth Or maybe even a little too smokin' hot, Then maybe you should walk the other way.” Before Garcia could reply, JJ marched past.

“Hey, we got a bad one.”

“How bad?”

“Florida.” Derek sighed heavily. Piper slowly sunk into her chair, Spencer watching her carefully. Rossi and Hotch glanced through the file as Derek and JJ filed in.

“Bridgewater, Florida. Local girl, Abbey Kelton, 19, Left her parents' home to go to the local junior college. She never came home. 3 days later, joggers found her-- Part of her-- In a nearby park.” Piper didn’t flinch as a mangled body flashed on the screen.

“Jesus, the unsub did that?” Piper whispered.

“She was found in what the locals call Alligator Alley.”

“Forensic countermeasure? Leaving her to the alligators, letting them destroy the evidence for him?”

“Now I don’t feel so bad about my alligator wallet.” Emily murmured.

“Alligators didn't cut off her fingers, slit her throat, or carve this into her chest. An inverted pentagram,” Hotch remarked.

“Pentagrams were used symbolically in ancient Greece and Babylonia, and are used today as a symbol of faith by many Wiccans, but they’re notoriously linked to Satanism. Éliphas Lévi called it evil whenever the symbol appeared the other way up. Much like the swastika used by both Hindus and Nazis.”

“Was this a part of your history course?” Derek joked.

“Actually it was the only way my senior classes would pay attention to me. Parents didn’t like it.” She did that smile where she looked like a very polite cat.

“Some things never change.” Rossy grimaced.

“Killer satanic cults don't exist,” Emily informed him. “They were debunked as a suburban myth.” She just blinked as Rossi stared at her. “What?”

“Rossi’s the one that debunked them,” Spencer pointed out and Piper stifled a laugh behind her hand.

“Oh. Right. Well. Thanks.” He nodded at her before quickly continuing,

“Well, cult or not, the killing was highly ritualised.”

“That’s not the only bit to be worried about. These cuts are precise. This guy’s professional.”

“Okay, so satanic cults don’t exist, but satanic serial killers do.”

Rossi simply made his exit, dramatically quoting, “Lasciate ogni speranza ch'entrate.”

“Thanks for clearing that up.” Piper laughed.

“He’s quoting Dante’s Inferno.” She got up from her chair, careful not to lean on her right hand, Spencer about to push off from his seat to help her. Matching Rossi’s intonations, she translated, “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.”

“So that’s a yes.”

JJ, Rossi and Morgan went to see the family. Prentiss, Hotch and Reid went to see the body. Piper was alone, again, pinning up pictures of more victims. “Can’t believe somethin’ like this could happen in Bridgewater.” Piper whipped her head around to see the young detective looking at her.

“Trust me detective, the chances of this happening again are very low. And we have a very high success rate.”

“I hope so. How many victims you usually get before...” He trailed off, hanging his head. Piper flitted over, pressing a hand to his shoulder gently.

“With cases that are called in this early, best case scenario is two.”

“And worst case?”

“Three. Detective, trust us. We’re good at our job.”

“If you’re so good, why are you in here pinning pictures?” The detective closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“I got shot. In the line of duty. Bullet lodged in my shoulder. No exit wound so...” She cleared her throat. “I’m too stubborn to leave behind at HQ, but my boss is too stubborn to let me in the field. So I feel just about as useless as you do. But we’ll get him. We always do.”

“Listen, you need any help with this board?” Piper smiled at the detective and finally, she didn’t feel so alone.

She watched them discuss the most recent development. 10 fingers-- ugh. It was too gross to think about. Every time you think you’ve reached the peak, it just gets worse. "So we need to ID the new finger prints. I'll get Garcia on it." Her shoulder throbbed as she talked to Garcia, pain and guilt and self-hatred swirling up her throat. She flipped her cell shut and felt like vomiting.

"Here." The detective offered a bottle of painkillers. "My dad had a GSW to his leg, the painkillers helped."

"Thanks," she took the bottle. "I never caught your name."

"Andrew. Andrew Lisbon. My friends call me Drew."

"Piper." She extended a hand, smiling. "Piper Bishop. My team calls me Pipes."

Spencer watched the interaction between you and a fairly handsome detective intently, until Rossi pulled him out into consciousness.

^-^

Garcia tapped the answer button with the top of her pen."Hear ye, hear ye, the Honourable Penelope Garcia presiding. Speak and be heard."

"Uh, it's Colby. We met this morning. You fixed my laptop."

"Yeah. Uh, hi. H-How's it going?"

"Great. Thanks to you."

"Heh. Just happy to be of service."

"You know, I was wonderin' if you'd let me make that thank-you lunch a dinner."

"You really don't have to do that."

"I know, but I'd like to. I'm askin' you out, Garcia. Tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night? Tomorrow night. Tomorrow night. You know, I would love to, But I am coming down with something."

"Are you ok?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Maybe some other time when you're feelin' up to it."

"Yeah. That-- I have your number."

"Feel better. "

"Thanks." Garcia's attention fixated on her screen as she tossed the number into her bin, watching the fingerprint recognition software working its magic, then with a practiced flourish, dialled Derek.

"Hey, what you got for me, girl?"

"I just sent you 10 separate IDs belonging to the 10 fingers found in Abbey Kelton's stomach. No 2 fingers belong to the same woman."

"10. And you ID'd them already?"

"Mm. 40-Plus prostitution arrests made it easy. They worked truck stops and rest areas In the counties surrounding Bridgewater."

"Well, the unsub knows the area well."

"Clearly. Gotta go. Bye."

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. What, no snappy rhetoric? What's goin' on?"

"Not in the mood."

"Penelope?"

"Uh, that guy from the coffee shop asked me out, and I took your advice, and I blew him off."

"Oh. Um... Well, good. Smart move. Something was definitely wrong with him."

"Wow. You are some profiler. You could tell how wrong he was from what little I told you."

"Garcia, I didn't mean to--"

"I wonder was it that he was too handsome Or too interested in me that tipped you off on how wrong he was?"

"Garcia, I--"

"Just 'cause you wouldn't cross a crowded room to hit on me does not mean that a more perceptive, less superficial guy wouldn't. Hey, Derek, you want snappy? You suck." She cut the line and Derek stared at his cell for a few minutes before he put it away. Penelope sniffled before turning to her pink dustbin, pulling out the card Colby gave her, starting to dial.

^-^

"I am getting sick of these walls. Garcia just sent these through." Piper slapped the files on the desk before furrowing her brows. "Hotch just checked them. We're calling families, you're briefing the locals with Rossi and Reid. You okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah, fine. I'll get started on the briefing."

^-^

Piper drummed her fingers on the dashboard next to Detective Lisbon. "Impatient, huh?"

"I've been cooped up in your police station for 3 days." He snorted.

"They're good people."

"Oh, no!" Piper panicked. "No- no, I didn't mean-- all I meant was--" He just chuckled.

"No, I get it. Inaction makes the brain go crazy."

"Yeah."

"You get nightmares?"

"In law enforcement, doesn't everyone?" She stared out the window. "I try to deal with it. Can't say therapy doesn't work, I used to encourage it."

"You know, I did a little research on you."

"Should I be nervous?"

"No, it's all good stuff. I just figured out why you do this gig."

"Enlighten me."

"I think you do what helps the most people. So, are you?"

"I think so." The car came to a halt and the two got out to join the others. "So we doing this search party or what?"

As Piper handed out bottles, Emily poked you with her pen. "So Detective Lisbon huh?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"What? I didn't say anything." She smiled, winningly.

"We're not high school girls anymore. I understand subtext now. And nothing's happened."

"Yet." She whispered in a sing-song voice.

"Don't make me hurt you Emily."

"What, I'm not the only one. Spencer was basically boring holes into Lisbon's head yesterday."

"I was?" Reid popped up behind them.

"Yeah. Reid, c'mon convince her to ask him out."

"He lives in Florida Em, you know long-distance doesn't work out."

"Really, what about JJ?"

"JJ's different."

"What do you mean?"

"I-I don't even know the guy."

"That's the point of dating. C'mon Reid, what do you think?"

"If you ask me…"

"Just give Emily a statistic on the probabilities of it working out."

"I can't."

"Di--Did you say you can't give us a statistic, Reid are you okay?" Piper snorted.

"Check if he has a fever."

"I can't say because you're an outlier, Piper."

"How am I an outlier, Spence?" Emily rolled her eyes, leaving them alone.

"Because you defy the odds. Every time. You were a history teacher. You became an FBI agent. You survived a gunshot wound. You defy the odds. And-" Piper's heart kept pounding. Just say no. Say no Spence, and I'll forget him. "And anyone would be lucky to go out with you." Piper stared at him as he asked for more signatures.

^-^

Piper pinned up the latest victim on the board. Kept for 9 months and somehow, Hotch figured out that the unsub was eating them. Her cell rang and she put Garcia on speaker, who informed them that the Hazelwood Mental Institute for the Criminally Insane had a fire months ago. Bishop and Reid headed out a few minutes later, the latter driving in silence. "So you like him?"

"He's nice, cute, offered me painkillers for my wound."

"So you're gonna go out with him?" She shifted in her seat and his voice was filled with concern. "Are you okay?"

"Fine. I don't know. I'm indifferent. If he gives me his number by the end, I'll give him a chance." Reid nodded, not making eye contact. "I'm sorry." She murmured, laying a hand on his thigh. Spencer's blood rushed. "I should've told you, but you were all so busy, and I was alone-"

"You shouldn't feel alone. Ever." Spencer looked at her with those warm honeyed eyes.

"Eyes on the road Spence."

"Right."

"Why shouldn't I feel alone? Spence, I wanna be a part of the team again, but everyone's always doing something and I'm constantly left behind."

"You'll recover, quicker than you know."

"Yeah, Spence, but I won't be the same. I haven't slept right since, I feel different and my shoulder hurts at the worst times." Reid was silent.

“You haven’t slept?” He asked quietly. “Wh- Why wouldn’t you tell me that?”

“Spence-”

“No, no, you probably just didn’t want me to know, I shouldn’t prod.” Piper sighed ad he closed off. Again.

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is?”

“I didn’t want to worry anyone. The last thing I need right now is someone breaking down my symptoms. Look, I’m going to therapy, I’m eating healthier, I’m taking my meds, and I’m going to be fine.” Spencer just sat there solemnly, trying to ignore the soft hand still on his thigh.

They pulled up besides an old institution and Spencer raced to the other side to help Piper out. “Why do we always have to go to these places when it’s dark? I feel like I’m in a horror movie.” She heard Spencer chuckle besides her. “Don’t laugh,” she pushed him with her good arm, continuing,” I hate horror movies.”

“Okay, fine, fine. So what do you watch? Rom-coms?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Oh, now you have to.”

“Look, it’s the doctor.” Piper sped forwards into the dark, Spencer following her.

The three of them made their way through the institution as the doctor explained their records had all suffered in the fire, with another doctor dying in it as he came back into the office when the fire alarm rang.

“Was there something his office that he felt was worth risking his life for?” She asked him

“Now that I think about it,” the doctor muttered. He pulled out a drawer and a partially burned notebook. “The grounds people found it in a tree just below his office. Jim, uh, must have thrown it out of his window Just before he...”

“Thank you, Dr Nash.” Piper clutched the book as the doctor continued.

“I started reading. I had to s-stop. ‘The--" Uh, "the patient's symptoms go far beyond normal psychosexual, oral biting fixation of a typical 7-year-old boy.’”

“Thank you very much sir.” As Bishop and Reid left, the latter clutched a phone to his ear in the darkness.

“Rossi, we've got something.”

“I need a name, Reid.”

"Admitted after biting a large piece of flesh out of his 9-month-old sist-"

:A name.”

“Believes he is possessed by a flesh-eating demon."

“Reid.“ Piper snatched the phone off of Reid before spitting out the name.

“Floyd Feylin Ferrell.” She snapped the cell shut.

“I was about to-”

“Sure, Spence.” Piper smiled softly at him in the darkness, clutching her shoulder gently, but the gesture wasn’t lost on him and his forehead crinkled.

^-^

She’d lasted a year before she had to throw up. Her hair was tied up, a bottle of water left on the floor next to the seat. She’d seen some creepy things, but this was the peak. As she hurled into the toilet seat, she flashed through the signs. She hadn’t even eaten the dishes at the volunteer search party and yet here she was. Hurling as though she’d eaten Tracey’s body like the rest of the search party. Having emptied her stomach, Piper gulped down the bottle of water and flushed. She heard a rap on the bathroom door. “Agent Bishop!” Gulping down more water, she opened the door.

“Detective Lisbon. I’m sorry, it just-”

“No, it’s, it’s fine. Here.” He offered her a mint. “I can’t believe that sick bastard would do something like this.” Piper popped the mint in her mouth before replying.

“I could have lived not knowing.”

“Well, at least you didn’t eat it.”

“That’s true,” she said solemnly.

“Piper,” the detective started, staring at his shoes.”How, uh... how long are you in Florida?”

“The jet leaves tonight. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t be- I just uh...” He stammered. Piper approached him, telling him to breathe and try again.

“Can I...I mean would you...like my number?” She chuckled, oblivious to Spencer and Derek watching them.

“Yes, I’d like that very much.” Piper picked up the card he offered with two fingers and popped it in her pocket.

“I’ll see you around?”

“Maybe.” She smiled at him before turning around to see Derek snickering alone. She slapped his arm with the back of his hand. As she turned over the card in the jet, Garcia was being dropped off by her date.

“I had fun tonight.” She said, turning to the handsome man dropping her off.

“Me too.” Colby said, shoving his hand into his right pocket. He stepped closer to Garcia, their faces inches apart as just as Garcia tilted her head forward, he hugged her, whispering a good night in her ear.

“Good night.” She walked away towards her door, turning back as he called her name.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” He smiled before raising his gun and shooting her just above her breast. Garcia collapsed in the darkness, key in hand as the gunshot sounded out around the apartment complex.

To be continued.

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years

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Chubby Arthur with a chubby female reader. Modern times. Can be smutty af. (Haha I’m kinda slutty for my Artie). He’s teaching her about riding horses and next thing you know.....

I’m sorry this took so long! This week has been weird. Anyways, here you go! BTW, this piece made me miss my own horseback riding lessons.

Warnings: smut

You sigh a little nervously. Are you really ready to do this? What if you make a complete fool of yourself? What if he laughs at you? You’ll probably look ridiculous the entire time. What if you enjoy it too much and you make some goofy face? God, this was a bad idea, you tell yourself.

“You ready?” Arthur asks, walking up to you.

You open your eyes, swallowing. Okay, deciding to take horseback riding lessons was a mistake, you’re sure of that now. But why in the hell did your instructor have to be so damn good looking?

You graduated college a year ago and now that you have a good paying job and are fairly stable in your living situation, you decided to go looking on the internet for some things to do with your free time. Some new hobby to develop. Something active. You looked at maybe doing archery or just plain old hiking, and while you liked doing them, they weren’t enough to really keep you going for a long time. Besides, your archery instructor kept pushing you to buy your own gear and that shit’s expensive, so you dropped it. Then you ran into an ad about horseback riding lessons and the fees weren’t out of your range like a lot of the others.

You pat the horse’s neck that you’ve just tied up to the post. She’s a dapple gray mare named Willow. Arthur explained when you first got here that she’s the best with beginners. He has five horses total, including a massive iron gray draft horse. He showed you how to interact with Willow, how to put a halter on and then how to tie her to the post outside his tack room. That’s where you are now after he left to grab some grooming tools.

“Ma’am, you ready?” he says again. You finally nod, feeling like a damn fool. He’s an attractive man, more on the plump side but you can tell he’s still very fit. You’re chubby yourself, a struggle you’ve had for most of your life. It’s also been one of your biggest insecurities. There’s no way in hell this man finds you attractive. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly polite and has a gruff voice, the kind that could turn you to butter.

He hands you a grooming brush and shows you how to brush Willow. Then he shows you how to clean Willow’s feet with a pick and then has you do it. She’s a patient and obedient horse, to which you’re grateful. When she’s all brushed and clean, Arthur comes out with a blanket and a big saddle. He shows you how to position the blanket and then throws the saddle over her back. Then he shows you how tight to put the girth around Willow’s belly and how to measure and adjust the stirrups. Then he shows you how to bridle her. He undoes everything and tells you to repeat it. He’s a firm believer in hands-on learning, which you appreciate.

After she’s saddled up, you lead Willow outside with Arthur. He’s glad you had the knowledge to buy yourself some gear before showing up, mostly the riding boots and a helmet. He admits he never wears one himself, but he grew up on horses so he’s pretty confident in his riding skills.

“Never go without a helmet until you know how to ride backwards, forwards and upside down,” he says.

In the round pen, he teaches you how to mount. When you’re finally on Willow’s back, he asks how it feels. It feels good, even if it is taller than you thought it’d be. Arthur just has you walk around the round pin for the next half hour so you can get used to the horse moving beneath you and get your balance. He’s surprised how well you’re able to balance yourself.

Over the lesson, you keep catching him looking at you, but you can’t tell if he’s just making sure you don’t fall off or get ahead of yourself. It’s probably just wishful thinking, but you swear he seems to always have a small smile when he’s looking at you. Like you said, there’s no way he finds you attractive.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you have a few more lessons and have graduated to trotting and doing simple work like pirouetting and other types of turns. Arthur says it’s all important so you can really learn how to feel your horse and build that unique bond of trust between horse and rider. It’s tough work that always leaves you sweating a little, not to mention sore. After your first lesson, you could barely walk normally because of how saddle sore you were.

You swear Arthur’s been flirting with you a little more and more each time you’ve come for a lesson. Banter between you comes easily and you learn a lot about each other. However, by your sixth lesson, you struggle to look him in the eye thanks to the fact you’d had a wet dream about him. It had been amazing too, the things he did to you were just wonderful. You’re determined to keep it a secret.

The tenth lesson, as you’re unsaddling Willow, Arthur strolls up to you, looking nervous. Oh no, he’s about to tell you he can’t continue teaching you for some reason. Is he about to sell his ranch? Is he selling Willow?! You love Willow, she’s a fantastic horse. Oh no, what is he about to announce? You’ve come so far with these lessons, they’ve been an incredible amount of fun.

He rubs his neck nervously. “Hey, uh, Y/N. I was wonderin’, well…” He stutters a bit. “I understand if you ain’t interested or if you got plans. And I certainly don’t wanna step on any toes if you already got someone, but…” He finally looks at you with those beautiful blue eyes. They were the first thing you noticed about him. “I’d love to take ya out to dinner. Tomorrow, if you’re free?”

You must be tired or hungry or dehydrated or something. No way in hell did Arthur Morgan, your horse riding instructor and certified hottie, just ask you out on a date. There’s no way in hell! You must take too long to process this because he begins to stammer again. “I didn’t mean…. If ya already got a boyfriend, or a girlfriend even, I certainly don’t wanna intrude. Sorry if I offended ya.”

He begins walking away, his face red. You come to your senses, realizing you didn’t make it up. “Arthur, wait! Sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you hanging. I thought… well, I thought I was just hallucinating or something. To be honest, I’ve wanted to ask you out forever but just… didn’t think you’d want to.” Great, now you’re the one rambling. “Arthur, I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

You’ve never seen him smile so wide. “Well, that’s great, Y/N.” The two of you set time and details and then you say goodbye. His eyes are sparkling when you leave and you feel like you’re floating the entire way home. You can’t believe it. A date with Arthur Morgan! He’s gotta have dozens of women drooling at his feet, you know he teaches other people to ride. You’ve seen a couple of them. So why in the hell did he ask you out? You’re just a normal girl, there’s nothing about you that you find interesting. Not in personality and definitely not in looks.

The next day, you try to find something nice to wear. Not anything too formal of course, but something nice. You end up just putting on a clean pair of jeans and a tank top with a plaid button down shirt, leaving it open. There. A safe, nice and casual look that still says you know how to have fun.

Arthur knocks on your door and when you open it, you can’t help but let your mouth fall slightly open. He was always good looking before but now he’s down right sexy. He’s in a pair of jeans, his signature cowboy boots, and a blue plaid button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shirt’s only buttoned up to halfway up his chest, revealing some of the hair growing on his chest. You remember your sex dream involving him and resist the urge to just rip his shirt open. You doubt you’ll ever get to that point with him.

At dinner, the two of you get on famously. You chat at the table for well over two hours. But after having a few drinks, your resolve to not be overly sexual towards him is beginning to slip.

“I think I need more riding lessons,” you say, slurring slightly. “Maybe you can help me more?”

His eyes spark at you, a dark look in them and he wears an illegally sexy grin. “Oh, I can certainly do that, darlin’.”

Okay, you’re already hot for this guy. Jesus, you’re not even intimate with him and he’s already pushing your buttons. You think somewhat woefully about how you’ll probably end up feeling lonely while using your vibrator again later tonight.

However, when you walk out with Arthur to his truck, slightly tipsy, he stops you and then slowly bends down and kisses you. His lips are like fire. They awaken some kind of heat within you that has nothing to do with sex. It feels incredible and you find yourself wanting more when he pulls away. You reach up, tangling your hands in his hair, and kiss him back. Your hand wanders down from his head to his chest where you start rubbing his collarbone, your fingertip barely touching it. His response is undeniable and he groans. “Your house?” he says, his breath picking up. You just nod and kiss him again.

The next thing you know, you’re in his truck and he’s speeding down the road towards your house. Now is the time for you to start freaking out. Are you really going to sleep with him on the first date? Technically, you’ve spent a lot of alone time with him, but they were never dates. Was this his goal all along? Just getting you into bed and having fun and then, next thing you know, he’s just your instructor again or worse, he disappears? Should you be doing this?

He must be able to tell you’re freaking out because he reaches over and takes your hand. “Sweetheart, you feelin’ okay?” You look at him. “I, um, I don’t want you to think I do this on every first date, Arthur. Because I don’t. Hell, I’ve never fooled around with anyone until after our third date.” He chuckles and brings your hand up to kiss it. “I understand. And I don’t want ya to think I’m tryin’ to take advantage of you.”

He pulls up to your house and he stops, but doesn’t get out. “Listen, we don’t have to if you don’t feel ready.” Okay, you’re already hard core falling for him. First, he’s hot, he’s sweet and kind, and now he’s patient and he doesn’t wanna push you. You reach over and kiss him. “Thank you, Arthur. I think… if we did it tonight, we’d probably end up regretting it.”

He nods and then walks you to the door. There, he gives you another kiss. This one’s more passionate, yet not pushy. In it, he says he’s already crazy about you.

After the first date, the riding lessons have changed only slightly. There’s more touching and kissing, plus Arthur doesn’t hide his flirting anymore. You’ve gone on a few more dates but still haven’t done the nasty with him. He hasn’t pushed for it either, but you can tell you’re getting close to breaking that.

During one riding lesson, he shows you a slightly tricky maneuver and you try to copy it but end up just slipping off the horse and falling into the sand. He runs over, asking if you’re okay. You are, the only thing injured is your pride. He chuckles when you get up, clearly unhurt. “Now you’re a real cowgirl!” he says with a laugh. “Falling off is a right of passage, sweetheart.”

“I just lost my balance is all,” you say, brushing your jeans off. The sexual tension throughout the day has been stronger than ever. He touches your shoulder. “Maybe you need a little more practice,” he says.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re kissing him, your arms wrapped around him. He groans against your lips and you reach down, squeezing his crotch. It immediately grows hard. Arthur pushes you away just slightly and he grabs your hand, running into the stable and into an empty stall where he stores hay and sawdust.

As soon as he gets there, you’re attacking him. The first thing you do is rip open his shirt. Fuck, he’s even hotter than you thought. You start kissing his chest and stroking his nipples. He tips his head back as one hand wanders down to his belt and undoes it. In your desperation to see him unsheathed, you fumble with his belt. Eventually you get it undone and his pants unbuttoned. You reach in and grab him, his length already hard. His hips buck a little.

“Hey,” he groans. “Let me give you another riding lesson.”

You shiver and nod. He lifts up your shirt and rips it off and then unclasps your bra. He stares at your naked breasts for a moment and then you reach down and strip off your pants. Now you’re completely naked in front of him. He smiles as he studies your body and then he strips his own clothes off.

Once you’re both exposed, he lays down on his back, his cock standing erect. He gestures down at it. “Come on, cowgirl. Time for your lesson.”

You almost giggle at how cheesy he is, but you comply. You kneel down, straddling his hips but keeping his length away from your slit. You kind of wish there was something in the terms of foreplay. He must sense your hesitation. His hands latch onto your hips and he starts rubbing up your sides and finds your breasts. You tilt your head back as he strokes your nipples, making the already stiff nubs perk out even more.

Eventually one hand leaves your breast and slides down between your legs. “Damn, you’re wet,” he says. You sigh in pleasure and then he slips a finger into your soaking slit, making you yelp. He tickles you, your breath picking up. You involuntarily twitch on him and then he pushes a finger into you. “Think you’re ready, cowgirl,” he says after a few moments of you fucking his hand.

You nod and sit up a little, grabbing his stiff cock. You pump it a few times and then angle your hips directly above it, settling down onto him. He feels good as he fills you up. He goes in deep and then, without warning, he begins pushing himself in and out of you. You can’t help but moan with every push and bounce along with him, creating even more friction between the two of you. You look down at him. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are filled with lust. He’s left his old hat on. To be expected, you suppose. You’ve never seen him with it off.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growls. You gasp again as he puts his hand back to your slit, tickling your clit. He’s the first man you’ve done this who has actually taken the time to make sure you get your pleasure.

“Keep going,” you squeak. “Oh God, Arthur, it feels good.” He stimulates you again and again, your hips wildly bucking as his cock pulses within you. He pushes himself up a little harder, brushing your spot as he slides his finger across your clit again. You clench your toes and groan loudly, turning into jelly on him. “Good girl,” he says in a deep voice. “You’re alright. Easy.”

Just as you’re coming down and about to put yourself back together, he flips you onto your back so he can really pound himself into you. He’s going so hard you’re sure it’ll hurt in the morning, but you don’t care. He feels amazing. You clutch his back, leaving behind small scratches as he thrusts again and again, chasing his own end. After a short time, he finally pulls out and releases onto your thighs and the hay beneath you. “Shit,” he says when he’s finished spilling out.

You cup his cheek and smile up at him. “Did I do good?” you ask. He smiles and kisses you. “I think we might need another lesson.”

#red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #modern arthur #awkward asks #rdr2 fanfic

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tsunnychan · 4 years

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a change of pace: christmas miracles

ya girl feelin really hypomanic on 5 hours of sleep but typing for 12 hours straight...

but the race to get these all done before june hits and i hibernate for medical school again is r e a l (i can’t tell if i’m winning)

ao3 | part 1 | part 2

summary: two of the worst communicators, who prefer to keep their troubles hidden, finally talk it out....or fight it out.

Ingrid almost feels like laughing, sitting in the darkness of her room, curtains drawn, back against the door.

At first, anger boiled through her as she left the kitchen, purposely shoving past Sylvain as she raced back to her room. It is only until the door was finally shut behind her did the anger leave her.

Now, she’s completely drained, all the fight gone, replaced by a gaping cavity in her chest that she doesn’t even know how to begin to fill.

Is she really that worthless?

She hears a pair of footsteps stop outside her door and maybe she does still have a little bit of anger left. She spits out, “I have nothing to say to you, leave me alone.”

A weight settles against the other side of the door and pushes back against her. “It’s me.”

Felix’s voice surprises her, but it does nothing to resolve the tightness in her throat, when she remembers the way he looked at her across the table. Sighing, she lets her head fall to her knees, her arms pulling them in even closer. “What do you want, Felix?”

She can almost imagine the shrug as she hears him shift on the floor. “You know I’m not one for talking.”

Ingrid snorts quietly. “I do know. So why are you here?”

Felix doesn’t reply and Ingrid doesn’t press him further. They sit there against the door, the distant sounds coming from the kitchen falling between them. Then, she hears Felix grunt as he stands up, the weight at her back now gone. The loss deepens the ache in her chest, and she waits for his footsteps to inevitably walk away from her too.

Instead, she hears him say, “You’re right to be upset with him. I would be too, and I am.” He pauses and Ingrid holds her breath. Felix’s voice turns softer than she’s ever heard it when he continues. “Just give him the chance to explain.”

Then, she hears his footsteps leave with a disgruntled mutter, “whenever he stops being an idiot, that is.”

She huffs out a laugh and closes her eyes, feeling just a little bit lighter than she did before. She’s not sure how long her eyes have been closed, but she opens them again at another soft knock. “Ingrid? It’s Dimitri.”

She’s not sure she has the energy to respond. He continues anyway. “I… I know you might not want to talk, and that’s fine. We respect your need for space…” He trails off and Ingrid almost smiles at how awkward her dear friend is.

“I don’t mean to sound insensitive with my next question, but Dedue insisted that we clarify…”

Ingrid furrows her brow in confusion. What? “We wanted to bake you some extra cookies, for you to take home with you, since we cannot… celebrate like we usually do.”

Her heart simultaneously swells and deflates at the thought. Slowly getting to her feet, Ingrid cracks open the door, just enough to catch sight of her friend’s worried blue eyes. She smiles weakly. “The cinnamon sugar ones are fine.”

He nods dutifully but hesitates to leave. “Ingrid—”

“I’ll be okay, Dimitri. It’s not your fault. Just… give me a little bit more time.”

Dimitri nods again, more slowly this time. He turns to leave, but not without shooting her one last look of concern, until he hurries off to the kitchen to relay her message. Ingrid shuts the door behind her and slumps down once again, her thoughts wandering toward her family.

Her father’s condition had declined sharply with the winter season, and her brothers had messaged her that all current funds were going toward the hospital bills. They didn’t mention anything further, so Ingrid had brought it upon herself to bring it up. We don’t need to celebrate my birthday this year, she’d drafted, it’ll save a plane ticket money and then some for the medications and hospital stay.

Her brothers had hurriedly texted back, how she shouldn’t be alone on her birthday, but Ingrid knew what was best. Burying the ache, she sealed her decision. It’s okay, I’ll be with my friends for the weeks beforehand. I’ll be okay.

Moments later, her oldest brother sent her a separate message and her hands shook. It’s okay to not be okay, Ingrid. We’re here for you, don’t shut us out again, all right?

She grimaces and gets to her feet. She throws back her blankets and huffs as she slides into bed again, hoping if she falls asleep, maybe she wouldn’t feel so much.

Sylvain is exhausted, and yet somehow, restless. His leg bounces relentlessly on the barstool in the kitchen as he and Dedue wait for Dimitri to return. Felix hadn’t come back after his outburst, and honestly, Sylvain doesn’t blame him

He wouldn’t come back either, knowing what he did.

He’d tossed and turn for a week straight before he left, debating if he should tell Ingrid or not. He texted Felix immediately when he got the news, that he was getting shipped out with his father, a trial for ambassador work, he’d said, so someone would know where he went. If he didn’t come back if things went south.

He’d even texted Dimitri and Dedue, for tips on how to conduct himself, because he sure didn’t pay any attention to that in high school or college, as they so graciously reminded him every day.

His fingers had hovered over his phone, over Ingrid’s name, frozen. Unable to type out the message he knew he should’ve sent. Even if it was short. A formality.

But he still didn’t do it. The thought of her locked in her room, refusing to come out, because she lost someone she loved… He couldn’t do that to her. Maybe it would be better for her to not know he was leaving at all, then she wouldn’t even know he was gone in the first place. Wouldn’t even know to miss him.

And with that thought in his head, he was on the plane, sitting stiffly next to his father, as they crossed the border into Sreng.

He tried to keep in touch, but he knew it wasn’t enough. He didn’t have as much time, in between all of his reading and catching up with foreign relations and policies. When he finally did have free time, he knew the time difference was awful.

So, he kept his messages short.

Then, it was over. His father had successfully placed a deal with the leaders of Sreng and he would be flying back tomorrow. He barely registered the flashing cameras in his face as he walked, back tall, behind his father. He caught the rerun on TV at dinner, snapped a quick picture, and sent it to their entire group chat, relieved it was finally over. That night, he went out into the marketplace with some of his father’s bodyguards, searching for gifts, because he certainly didn’t have the time when he landed.

His eyes caught on to some cooking spices for Dedue, some history books for Ashe and Annette, embroidery for Mercedes, locally sourced cheese for Dimitri, and ornamental sheath for Felix—

A glint of green catches his eye in the stall next to where he bought Felix’s gift, and he suddenly misses home terribly. He buys it for Ingrid before he second-guesses himself and trudges back to the hotel to sleep.

Then he wakes to a pile of texts in the morning. He doesn’t remember the exact messages, but he does remember his heart dropping into his stomach when one of Ingrid’s popped in. ‘That’s where you were? I missed you.’

The food in his mouth suddenly felt like sand and he realized exactly how stupid he was. The gift for Ingrid weighed heavily in his pocket on his way home. Then after that long, stifling flight, he took a direct transfer to Fhirdiad and as soon as he stepped foot on the Blaiddyd estate, he saw her sitting in his car.

Seven months away from her, away from all of his friends… he couldn’t hold back his excitement.

And he was surprised. Surprised she let him sweep her into a bear hug and spin her around like they were kids and he would hoist her up onto his shoulders so she could pick the best apples for all of them. Surprised that she’d let him do all of that when he didn’t tell her he was leaving.

But he swallowed his guilt and resolved to come clean to her. After all the celebrations were over and there was time to breathe.

Turns out, his best friend always knows when he screws up.

So, he’s not surprised, when Dimitri returns alone, shaking his head. His leg stops bouncing. “She said cinnamon sugar, right?”

Dimitri gives him this pitying look and he barely keeps the frown from forming on his face. “Yes, she did.”

Silence falls over them as Dedue moves to the pantry to gather the ingredients. Dimitri clears his throat. “Sylvain, you should—”

He couldn’t mask the bitterness in his voice in time when he snaps back, “I know. I’ll talk to her. Let her cool down first though, I prefer not to walk into another warzone after just getting back from one.”

He deflates immediately. Feeling guilty, he sighs and covers his face with his hands, elbows resting on the table. “Sorry. I’m just… exhausted.”

Dimitri sits down next to him, hand on his shoulder, but saying nothing else. Sylvain thinks back to Ingrid’s car and he grimaces. He hopes he’s wrong about it… but just in case. “Hey, Dedue, after the cookies… you got any recipes for birthday cake with fresh berries?”

Ingrid wakes with her joints stiff, stomach growling, and definitely not feeling any better than when she fell asleep. She never finished breakfast. She debates if it’s worth venturing into the kitchen if it meant potentially seeing Sylvain when she’s still angry, and then her stomach growls again, deciding for her. Grimacing, she climbs out of bed and makes her way to the door, stopping short when she notices a weight leaning against it from the other side.

Her chest tightens and fire burns in her again. She swings her door open and Sylvain tumbles onto his back at her feet. No smile on his face this time.

Instead, it’s blank, his mask, and Ingrid feels the fire burn hotter.

He makes no move to get up and she’s in no mood to entertain him. She turns on her heel and opts to stare out the window instead, biting out, “close the door behind you.”

Surprisingly, the door clicks shortly after and she whips around, eyes narrowing. “I didn’t mean come in.”

To his credit, Sylvain doesn’t flinch, and his face doesn’t change. It makes her angrier that she’s the only one reacting. “Why are you here?”

He stares right at her, posture betraying nothing. “You know why.”

She raises an eyebrow when he doesn’t continue. He inhales deeply and sighs, gesturing for her to sit.

She doesn’t.

Indifferent, Sylvain leans against her door and crosses his arms. “I meant to tell you.”

She scoffs, “yet, here we are.”

He snorts and agrees tiredly as his eyes slide shut. “Yet, here we are.”

Ingrid hates how calm he is. “Some apology this is. Have I cleaned up too many of your messes for you to not know how to do it properly anymore?”

His eyes snap open and she gets a glare back. Good. “Look, Ingrid. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you, and I didn’t. That was wrong of me.”

She frowns. “You’re still not going to tell me why?”

“I was going to once we were done with all of…” he waves his hand around dismissively. “All of this. Then you found out early.”

Anger strikes her to her core, settling deep into her stomach. She snaps, “I found out early? Tell me, Sylvain, how is finding out seven months, after the fact, finding out early?”

His brow furrows and his mouth flattens into a thin line. “You know that’s not what I meant—”

She doesn’t let him finish. “And why is it, that now that I’ve found out, that I’m worth telling? But not before you left? You could’ve died out there if things went wrong!”

That, apparently, touches the nerve she didn’t know she was looking for.

Sylvain pushes of the wall, his arms flying outward, voice rising. “Ingrid, I’m sorry! I didn’t want to tell you I was leaving and then on the off-chance, not come back. Knowing me and my reputation? Those chances were pretty high. So, I wasn’t going to put you through that again—”

“There you go again, making light of getting hurt! Glenn did that too and now he’s gone! I never got to say goodbye to him, Sylvain!”

He’s stunned into silence at her outburst and she feels tears leak out of the corners of her eyes. Her breathing is ragged, but she can hardly bring herself to care when all of those feelings she associated with Glenn, the ones she thought she buried, come back to haunt her. Her energy drains out of her and her knees buckle as she falls backward onto her bed. She throws an arm over her eyes and repeats herself, voice barely a whisper. “I never got to say goodbye.”

She hears Sylvain’s clothes rustle as he moves to sit on the floor, his head falling back against the door with a soft thump. More words spill from her mouth. “The day before Glenn left… the day before he died… he told me had something to tell me, but it could wait until he came back.”

Sylvain remains silent and Ingrid removes the arm over her face to look at him. His eyes are trained on the ceiling, his fingers white from clenching each other. And Ingrid gets this sudden, twisted, urge, to hurt him. To make him understand.

Her throat burns painfully as she forces more words out. “He said it could wait until he came back, and all he said was, ‘talk to you soon’, and I only replied, ’okay’. He never came back, and I never got to hear what he was going to say—”

“He was going to say, ‘I love you’.”

Ingrid whips her head to Sylvain and he’s finally looking at her, his eyes tired. Apologetic. Hurt. That dark little part of her quiets down and she whispers, “how do you know?”

His eyes don’t stray away, despite the tightening of his jaw. “He told me.”

At that, Ingrid stares at him in disbelief and he continues, “it wasn’t exactly something he was going to tell his kid brother or the other kid who’s basically like his little brother. He wanted to get it off his chest, so he told me, the other kid he basically adopted to be a brother but wouldn’t flake at the mention of girls.”

Suddenly, she feels like laughing again. And maybe she is, with the sudden look of concern that crosses Sylvain’s face. He told him. Her eyes turn sharp when they glare at him, a dry smile finding its way onto her face. “He told you.”

Sylvain is back to being mute and Ingrid can’t help the empty laugh that comes out of her as she looks away from him, more tears skewing her vision as more memories flood her mind. “Don’t you see how painful it is, Sylvain? To hear the words you want to hear, but not from the person you want to hear them from?”

He remains resolutely quiet, and she turns her head toward him once again. His shoulders are stiff and he’s staring holes into the carpet. Ingrid’s not even sure that he’s breathing. Then, softly, “I’m sorry, Ingrid.”

The tight coil in her stomach loosens, just a bit, as she tries to find her voice again. “Promise me, Sylvain.”

His eyes shift up to hers, dull and glassy, and the ache in her chest worsens, knowing she caused it. Wanted to cause it. She gulps and holds his gaze. “Promise me that you’ll take your safety seriously and that you’ll talk to me. Tell me where you’re going, especially if you don’t think you’re coming back. I want… I need to be able to say what I need to say. Including goodbyes.”

He sighs, shoulders dropping as his head knocks back against the wall again. “You have so much on your plate already, Ingrid… who am I to add more troubles?”

She sits up. “You’re my best friend, Sylvain. I want to hear these troubles from you.”

His eyes find hers, exhausted. “How do you even bear it, Ing? That weight on your shoulders.”

Ingrid slips out of bed and finds herself walking toward him, sliding down on the floor next to him. “I bear it because I have to, Sylvain.”

“You don’t have to bear it for me.”

Her fingers twist together in her lap. “I can bear it… because it means they trust me enough to share it with me. If I’m not even worth the trust…” she trails off before looking at him. “Then what am I worth?”

His face breaks in front of her. “Ingrid, that’s not what I—”

“I know, I know it’s not what you meant. It’s a bit naïve of me to think like this, but I can’t help but feel that way whenever you don’t tell me something important. Like you don’t need me anymore.”

His hand covers hers. “I’m always going to need you, Ingrid.” She looks at how much smaller her hand is in his. Had it always been like that? “But you also have to promise me something too.”

She looks up. His eyes serious. “You have to share your troubles with me too. I know you’ve been keeping a lot of these things to yourself, because you can bear it, but Ingrid… you don’t have to bear it alone, okay? I’ve got your back. Always. Don’t shut me out.”

Tears prick her eyes again, as she feels Sylvain’s hand leave her. Then, his one of his arms settles around her shoulders, pulling her in until she’s tucked under his chin. Her breath shakes unevenly as he presses his cheek to her hair, voice low. “How’s your father?”

And Ingrid lets her tears go.

Ingrid wakes to a darkened room with a sore neck and aching back. She’s still tucked against Sylvain as he dozes lightly, head resting on top of hers, arm still slung over her shoulders. If she listens carefully, she can hear Annette, Mercedes, and Ashe in the kitchen, humming along to Christmas tunes.

She thinks she can even hear Felix teasing Annette, and Annette firing retorts right back.

“Are you awake?”

Sylvain shifts above her and she finds him blearily rubbing the sleep from his eyes, yawning wide. Ingrid leans away from him as he spreads his arms out to stretch, rolling his neck. She nods in the darkness and stretches out her own limbs. “We should probably head out, see what else needs to be done for tomorrow.”

Her stomach growls again, having missed half of breakfast and lunch. She thinks she sees Sylvain smirk at her. “And see what we can salvage for dinner.”

She pushes at his shoulder, smiling herself. “Shut up. Crying burns a lot of calories.”

Ingrid moves to stand, but Sylvain catches her hand, keeping her there. She raises an eyebrow before realizing he probably couldn’t see it. “What?”

He tugs her back down and puts his hands on her shoulders, bringing his face close to hers. “You’d tell me if something was bothering you, right? Like we promised?”

A lump forms in her throat. “Yeah. Of course.”

His eyes search hers. She’s not sure what he finds, but his hands slide off her shoulder and into his pocket, pulling out a small white box. He hands it to her. Uncertainly, she takes it. “Sylvain? What is this?”

His hands withdraw from her completely, and instead, fly up to the back of his neck. “Your Christmas gift. It’s almost midnight anyway, so I figure I’d give it to you now. It’s a little too small to put underneath a tree.”

She opens the box and a small, jade tear-drop pendant winks back at her. Her throat feels oddly tight. “Sylvain—”

“I know you don’t usually wear jewelry or anything, but I was out shopping for gifts and I just… I saw it and I don’t know—the color reminded me of home. Reminded me of you.”

Her lips quirk up as her heart pounds in her chest. “Reminded you of me, but didn’t remind you to tell me where you were—?”

“I said I was sorry! I promise to tell you next time. I won’t make that mistake again.”

Ingrid laughs and leans against his shoulder. “Thank you, Sylvain. I love it.”

“Wow, our own Christmas miracle. First, you tell me you look nice, now that you love my present, and us, two of the worst communicators making up—”

Ingrid pushes him away, laughing. She pulls him up from the floor and they make their way to the kitchens where they rest of their friends are. They all shower them with hugs and greetings, while her heart still beats a little funny with Sylvain’s gift in her pocket.

#sylvgrid #sylgrid #sylvain jose gautier #ingrid brandl galatea #fe3h byleth #i can't wait for the day i can rest and these two leave me alone....#:')))))#its ok i'm having a grand ol time #my writing

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queen-rogah · 5 years

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Chasing Dreams - Part 3

A Queen AU Series

Summary: In the year of 1971, a fresh out of college girl like you dreamed to be the best musician/performer you will ever be. You have been performing in a pub since you’re 17, earning a small amount of money through singing in the train station by sun down. Until the time passed, someone saw you singing in your usual corner in that station and little did you know that he will help you change your life to chase your dream as a performer…

Warnings: mild angst (like mild depression and anxiety problems) mild fluff, it’s not that much for this part

Word Count: 3.3k+ words

Note: AND DOUBLE UPDATE OF THIS SERIES SINCE IT’S BEEN SITTING FOR TWO DAYS SO THAT’S WHY I HAVE TO POST IT RN :)

*MASTERLIST*

PART 1 | PART 2

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♡♡♡ PART THREE: “MUSIC FOR THE BROKEN SOUL” ♡♡♡

THREE WEEKS AFTER

Graduation happened a week ago, that was the day that you hated. You have to see most of their faces, those devilish faces that played you in that damn party. You still didn’t told your father about what happened, you just told him that you and Jonathan have this fight, that’s why he caught you drowned in your own tears walking home from the party. You still didn’t talked to Jonathan, he tried giving you a reassuring smile, waving his hand here and there but that won’t help you being so broken to what happened. William was speaking to Maya, eyeing you everytime you walk past them then hear their laughs that you could probably punch their faces in that second. But you didn’t do that, you didn’t defend yourself to them or even ask them why did they do that to you. You didn’t even do anything to them in that night. Through the whole ceremony, you’re still feeling your heart breaks and tears pooling in your eyes. That night supposed to be memorable, since it’s the end of being in college but it just turned upside down. It became wicked to you.

After that graduation week, you worked part time at your father’s pub then down the bakery just blocks away from your street. You still sing to the people going in the pub, still enjoying the music you deliver. And now you have this goal set in your mind, that you have a dream already, is to become a professional musician. That’s why you still sing in the train station by sunset, waiting for the commuters to come and give their change to you, throwing it on your guitar case.

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THREE MONTHS LATER - OCTOBER 26, 1971

“Hey Dad!,” Your sister Rosalie called from her room as she skipped her way towards the kitchen where you and your Dad are preparing for dinner. “My boyfriend is coming over, mind if you and Y/N…be on your best behavior?.”

“So I can finally meet this boyfriend of yours huh? I hope he’s not like the last one Rosalie.” Dad said while chopping the vegetables. You’re marinating the meat for you to pop it in the oven afterwards.

“Promise. Brian is just…the best Dad, I think he’s the one for me.” Rosalie said in her lovey-dovey tone of her voice.

“And Mom called earlier too,” You spoke, making both of them whip their heads at you, “Saying that she can’t come to dinner again. I miss talking to her while we eat dinner…”

“Oh dear,” Your Dad reassures, holding you in his arms, “She’ll make it up to you. Your mother is just too busy okay?.”

You bite down your lip as you nod your head at him. Rosalie just gave you a small smile before heading out to her room again, probably change her outfit for her boyfriend to show up later. You finished the meat as you put it on a tray then in the oven.

“Okay Dad it’s already sunset, I need to go to the train station. Promise I’ll be home by dinnertime.” You smiled at him, kissing his cheeks goodbye as you head out to the living room. Getting your guitar and putting on your thick jacket. You walk towards the station where you can see Ned who is the ticket holder, rummaging through his desk.

You knocked on his booth as he shot his head to you, giving you a smile, “Y/N! Just in time for your audience to come.”

“Right on it Ned.” You tip your imaginary hat to him before you took a seat to your usual spot, where this old crates laying in this corner as you brought out your guitar, opening the case for the people to put their change on it. You close your eyes as you think of a song, but everytime you think of something, your mind keeps coming back on the incident to that party. Seeing yourself crying and feeling that broken heart. And then suddenly that song you’ve been singing inside the closet before played in your mind as you began strumming your guitar. Opening your eyes, and sigh, singing the first verse.

Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old Sometimes I’d like to quit Nothin’ ever seems to fit Hangin’ around Nothin’ to do but frown Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

The train is approaching. Hearing the faint hiss of smoke coming from that transportation vehicle. Still singing your heart out.

What I’ve got they used to call the blues Nothin’ is really wrong Feelin’ like I don’t belong Walkin’ around Some kind of lonely clown Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

Then the train stops in front of you, seeing the usual people you see, as they walk towards your direction, hearing you sing and smiling down on you. They put their money in your case before leaving this place, you feel your heart is getting a little better to see what you’ve been earning through music. This music is not just for the money of your dreams, it’s for your broken soul too.

Funny, but it seems I always wind up here with you Nice to know somebody loves me Funny, but it seems that it’s the only thing to do Run and find the one who loves me

You thought of Jonathan in the lyrics you just sang, because he’s just the only person that’s been there for you. All your life you shared with him, all the laughter, the sadness, the craziness that happened through your childhood, adolescence and your adult life. You feel sorry to him, because he did nothing wrong. And you just pushed him away, declining his love as your best friend. You thought of a plan in talking to him again, maybe tomorrow…or the next day. You cursed to yourself that you don’t even know what to say to him.

You suck in a breath as you continue singing, looking around if they are still people. And then you saw this man, stepping out of the train, who’s also holding his own guitar case and a shoulder bag. This is just the first time you ever see him go here, and then your eyes trailed over his brown curly hair reaching down his collarbones. He’s wearing this pinstripes suit and a white shirt inside, matching with a dark velvet flares and white kicks. You didn’t noticed yourself staring up at him while singing, because he have this perfect nose and jawline and everything. You just saw his hazel eyes, he looked…good.

You look away from him when he took strides forward but stopped when he saw you here, you looked up at him and gave him a small smile before he gave you the same also. He brought out a paper bill, not a change like people do, as he left the station. You ended your song, counting the money you earned. But you can’t forget that beautiful man offered such a huge amount for a street singer like you. So you still sang a few more songs until the station is empty. You put the money inside the aluminum can from your bag as you fix your guitar in the case again. Saying your goodbyes to Ned before leaving again. You reached your street, to suddenly see Jonathan sitting by himself in their front porch. You mentally debated if you’ll approach him or not, but you still did. Sucking up your inhibitions before walking to him, he noticed you walking towards him but he didn’t said a word, he just watch you put your guitar down and sat beside him.

“So? How are you?.” You firstly asked. He’s quiet today. “Jonathan?.”

“I’m not fine. They’ve been fighting non-stop of who will get me on their sides. My father wants me to come with him in Kensington, but my mother said that she and I will be moving in Brixton. But I don’t want to leave here, West Hampstead have been my home. And I don’t want to lose my friends here, especially you Y/N…” He teared up as he looks away from you, not going to see his waterworks.

This is how he means to much to you, so you tried not to cry as you pull your best friend in a hug, so tight that it can crush him. He chuckles in your gesture as he hugged you back. “It’s your choice if you leave or not. Your parents just wants to know what’s best for you.” You said.

“But I don’t want to leave here. I really don’t want to leave you…” He looks at you. You’re seeing those swollen eyes that are mildly deep, maybe he don’t sleep that easy with his parents fighting like that.

“Then tell them you don’t Jonathan. I don’t want you leave either. You’re my only best friend in my life and I don’t want to lose you too.” You said, seeing him look away again.

Then he faces you again, this time with the small smile you’ve been looking for from him, “I promise I won’t leave this place. For you and for me.” He said.

“I love you Jonathan…” You mumbled as you felt his lungs suck in a huge breath. He pulled you in his arms again and kissed your head.

“I love you too Y/N…”

After talking to Jonathan, you said your goodbyes and see him get inside his house again. You walk back to your house and entered, closing the door behind you. You removed your jacket and put your guitar down as you heard voices from the dining room already. And you heard this different voice that you assume it’s your sister’s boyfriend now. You fixed your hair in a ponytail before heading inside the dining room. Your eyes widened when you see your sister’s boyfriend before you.

“Y/N! You’re here now, c'mon have a seat.” Your Dad called you and pat the vacant chair beside him. Only across Rosalie and the man you are just gazing back in the train station. “Y/N, you have to meet–”

“You?.” Rosalie’s boyfriend spoke as you froze in your spot, looking in those hazel eyes again.

Rosalie furrowed her brows as she eyed you and him, “Have you met each other?.” She asked.

“No, I…uh–” You stammer.

“I saw her singing songs in the train station earlier. She’s good in playing the guitar and singing also. That’s why I gave her a huge tip.” He said. And there you tried to hide your blush in his compliment.

Rosalie chuckles, “Brian here is also a musician himself too. He’s in a band called Smile, and yeah…” She said.

“You’re in Smile?.” You asked him as he faces you again while eating the dinner. “I…love your song Doing Alright.”

Brian grinned at you, “You didn’t tell me your sister listens to us. And thank you, it’s a pleasure for you to like our music.” He said.

“I have no idea also,” Rosalie let out an uncomfortable chuckle. Yeah, you don’t know about that because you don’t care about me. Those words swims in your mind. “By the way, Dad…Brian is staying here for three days because they have a gig here.”

Fuck, now he still have to stay here.

“Sure of course Brian is welcome here! And you should also perform in my pub, if you’d like.” Your father asked him.

“Of course sir, I’ll call the band from home so that they will come up here. Maybe we can perform by tomorrow night?.” Brian said and your father nod his head.

“Sure do son.” He smiles and put his arms on your shoulder. You slowly eat your dinner, never getting your eyes on your sister and him being so in love. Lucky her, she got this man who is a musician and who is in the band you slightly admire. And now all you have to do is sit and stare at him and her.

…

You look over to your clock to see it’s already 11PM while you’re still here writing down your journal for some lyrics in your mind. You start to wonder why your father just invited his band, and that threatens your light in that stage in your father’s pub. All of the people there loves you performing and singing your heart out but now this band is going to steak your limelight by tomorrow night. You felt like you’re not important anymore and you lie down your bed, staring at the ceiling. You’re just important in your mother’s life and in Jonathan’s life. You don’t care about Rosalie and her little boyfriend right now–even though you have a little crush on Brian in the first place–you still don’t care.

You jump in shock when you suddenly heard faint moans and bed creaks from the wall where your headboard is. Knowing that it’s coming from your sister’s room. She knows the walls are fucking thin between your rooms and she doesn’t even care that you’re here, trying to finish your own song or would be sleeping now. You groaned in annoyance as the sound became faster, probably changing their positions. Good thing that your father’s room is in the end of the hallway that’s why he can’t hear anything, only you is the victim.

You closed your journal, throwing it on the edge of your bed and get under the covers, then used your pillow to cover your ears. But it won’t budge, as you still heard their noises. You’re this close in barging inside and be the cockblock to your sister and him, but that would be rude and Rosalie would kill you. So, you walk towards your record player as you played a song, a Hendrix song where you can only hear playing his guitar and his voice on this record. Their noises died down, maybe they are finished. But you still didn’t stop your music.

Purple haze, all in my brain Lately things they don’t seem the same Actin’ funny, but I don’t know why Excuse me while I kiss the sky

Your bang your head in the air, feeling the music and the rhythm of it’s beat. Your slumber faded away as you still write your own song while listening to some other music until it’s already in the middle of the night.

Rosalie and Brian on the other hand just finished their business, she was already sleeping in his arms and he suddenly heard the Hendrix song from next door, hearing from your room. He was lip syncing the lyrics, and also hearing you sing loudly in this late hour. He slowly let go of Rosalie in his arms as he change up, he left the room quietly and sighed deeply. Brian never felt this feeling of a home ever since he left his home and start living with himself. Rosalie was lucky that she’s still with her family. He went downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water as he leans against the kitchen counter and then he saw this framed picture on the wall where he see Jimi Hendrix beside a girl. Brian was astonished in this polaroid picture, reading on the handwritten text on the bottom.

Me (Y/N) & My number one inspiration, Hendrix. 1967.

And Brian look over Jimi Hendrix’s signature over the picture. Rosalie’s sister is so young in this picture, so young and lucky to meet her idol that is also his inspiration.

“Admiring the photo?.”

Brian quickly look on his left to see you standing by the doorway, leaning there as you look at him looking at your photograph, “Oh bloody hell…” Brian cursed.

“So? You like Hendrix too?.” You asked, going towards the fridge to get a glass of milk. Brian gulped a bit when he saw a small view of your knickers under that oversized shirt as you bend down from the fridge, Brian shaking his head to get that image away from his head.

“I…uh, yeah. I do.” Brian stammers, scratching the back of his neck. You stood beside you and stare at the picture too. You remember this concert where you and your mother went, and after that performance, you just found the Jimi Hendrix backstage–because your mom’s friend is working as the staff there that’s why you can go backstage–and took this photo with him. You remember being in cloud nine when he signs the photo afterwards and gave you his guitar pick. That was the happiest day of your life.

“I was seventeen at that time, living my best life as a teenager. Not thinking of hard things for my family. Everything is just…good.” You said and move away from him.

Brian was silent beside you, he’s just so speechless. “Hard things…you say?.” He asked you.

“Yeah, sometimes my father would be so down to himself in running the pub business. So I helped him with that, I come up with the idea of bringing real music in that place. We set up a stage there and borrowed some old instruments from our friends and…that’s where the pub became big in that street.” You said, feeling uplifted reminiscent. You want to say that his girlfriend, your hell of a sister Rosalie didn’t think of a single solution for the pub, ever in her life. She’s just going out, meeting friends, be consumed with alcohol through the night. She’s nothing of an older sister to you. But you thought that it’s just to rude to say to her own boyfriend here.

“I’m glad you’ve got to help your father. He’s really a good man, never expecting that he’s just too kind.” Brian chuckles as you smiled, nodding at him.

This is just weird because you’re having a heart to heart conversation with your sister’s boyfriend while it’s already midnight.

“I saw you with a guitar earlier. May I see it?.” You asked out of the blue. Brian put up a smile as he went to the living room, following him to see his guitar case by the couch. He sat down and held the guitar, letting it out to see a beauty before your eyes. You haven’t seen a guitar looking like that. The red color is just…perfect. You sat across him, admiring the looks of his guitar.

“Your guitar is…beautiful.” You whispered.

“Me and my father made it together,” Brian spoke as you surprisingly looked at him. “This guitar is just made from scraps because buying a new guitar is too expensive. So that’s why we made one.”

You grinned, “That’s amazing.”

“It is, as much as you and your father building a stage to perform on too.” He said, never stop smiling at you. He’s just so glad that he found someone like you to talk about music unlike Rosalie. So he guess this is the start of friendship with you.

“I didn’t…introduced myself properly to you earlier,” You rambled and stretch out your hand, “Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Rosalie’s sister.”

Then Brian shake hands with you, “I’m Brian May.” He smiles.

And now, you both didn’t knew this will be the start of something new to you and Brian.

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Love Is Complicated. (SuhoxReader) Pt.6 *NSFW warning*

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5

Suho and Avia went a long time without talking to each other. I was honestly okay with it, but one day, he came home in a really good mood. When I asked him why he was in such a good mood, he told me him and Avia made up, which meant we had to go to her lame ass movie premier that made no sense at all that she would even be in it. We would’ve went anyways for Kyungsoo, but still.

The premier was Friday night, Suho and I met at his work, and drove to the cinema.

“You look amazing.” He said, looking me up and down.

“Stop, I really don’t.” I said, feeling insecure about this whole thing. Suho laughed, and put his arm around my waist.

“I think you look amazing no matter what.” He whispered. “You’re going to take all the attention away from the stars.” He said, kissing my cheek, as we walked to the red carpet.

~~~

At the after party, being pregnant really sucked. I couldn’t drink, or do anything fun really. Forgetting this fact, I picked up a shot, and brought it to my lips, but before I could drink it, Suho stopped me.

“You can’t drink, remember.” He said, patting my belly. I whined, and put the drink back down on the table. “Let’s just go dance.” He said, taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor. We basically just grinded but not like the trashy way. Avia and Soo came up to us, and we smiled at them, stopping our ‘dancing’.

“The movie was great, you two were both amazing.” Suho said, hugging Avia.

“Thanks. I’m glad the nervousness is over with, and the adrenaline from just pure relief has set in.” She said, laughing a little.

“Well, nervous or not, you did really good.” I say, trying to be nice.

“Thanks.” She said, simply.

“And Kyungsoo. Who knew you could be such a dork.” I laughed, making him roll his eyes a bit.

We all kept dancing together, and I was honestly having a great time until a certain ghost from the past showed up. My eyes quickly settled on the drunken mess that was Sehun.

“This can’t be good,” I say pointing over to him.

“I’ll handle this,” Kyungsoo reassured me.

“You two should probably hide, stay in the back or something.” Avia suggests.

“No, I’ll take care of it.” Suho said. I put my hand on his chest to stop him.

“Kyungsoo is dealing with it, besides you have a company and a reputation to uphold.” I say.

“I’ll be fine.” He says, determined, pushing past me. I held the bridge of my nose.

“This can’t end well.” Avia says, watching the boys carefully. “You stay here, I’m going to go see if I can hopefully avoid any fights.” She says, leaving.

Sehun was extremely intoxicated. By the time Avia arrived, it was too late. Sehun swung at Suho sloppily, but managed to hit him rather hard on the nose. Suho stepped back, and was about to retaliate but Kyungsoo stepped in before he could, striking Sehun in the stomach with his elbows. Suho’s nose was bleeding, and a few guys rushed over to detain Sehun, before much else could happen. Avia grabbed some napkins from a table nearby, and dabbed the blood off of Suho’s face before letting him hold them.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” I asked, sitting next to Suho.

“I’ll be fine.” He said, closing his eyes from the throbbing in his nose. I looked over at Sehun angrily, and got up, walking over to him.

“You need to leave.” I say, pushing his shoulders. He smirked and laughed a little.

“Please, just let us handle this.” On of the guys holding Sehun said, still holding him back.

“No, I’ve had enough. This has to stop, and you need to stop acting like a two year old and get over it. You have no business here, and you know it, so just leave.” I spat at him, turning to walk away, but he caught my wrist, so I turned back around and slapped him. “Go home!” I yelled. Kyungsoo held my shoulders to get me to come back, and leave Sehun.

“Come on, sit back down.” He said, leading me to the couch. “You can’t go getting into fights either. You have twins to think of.”

“He just makes me so angry.” I say, letting out a huff, leaning back in the seat. I sit back up though, when I remembered Suho was in pain. “We should go home and get you some ice.” I said, moving his hand away from his nose so I could look at it. “The bleeding stopped for the most part, but I bet it still hurts.” I say, sighing.

“Sorry we ruined your party.” Suho said, looking at Avia.

“You didn’t.” She said, shaking her head. “Go home and get some ice on that nose. I’ll see you tomorrow, Okay?” She says, patting Suho’s shoulder.

Suho and I left the party, and went home. I went to the kitchen, and wrapped some ice up in a rag, and went to the living room to sit with him to put the ice on his nose.

“What if it’s broken?” I asked, examining it for a second, before putting the ice on it.

“It’s not broken, just a little bruised is all.” He said, holding the ice himself so I wouldn’t have to do it, but I insisted.

“You know, during the whole 9 years we’ve been together, I’ve only seen you hit another person one other time. And that was in college.” He said, leaning his head back. “It’s hot, you should do it more often.” He laughed, but then just cringed from the pain.

“I hope I don’t have to do it more often.” I say.

“That’s no fun.” Suho pouted. I smiled, and straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. He removed He ice from his nose and looked up at me.

“I’m sorry I ever did anything with that asshole.” I say, turning serious.

“Let’s not talk about it, Okay? What matters is that we’re together, and we love each other.” He said, moving a piece of hair from my face to behind my ear. “And I love you, so much.” He said. I smiled again, and leaned down to kiss him, carefully though, because of his nose.

“I love you too.” I say, before kissing him again. He switched our position so now I was laying down, and he was on top of me. He started to unzip my dress, but his phone started ringing before we could do anything.

“I’ll just ignore it.” He said, kissing my neck.

“What if it’s work, or your dad, or I don’t know someone else important?” I asked, I felt him smile against my skin, and he laughed bit.

“Let it ring.” He said, coming up to my face again. “I’ll call them back, it’s not a big deal.” He said, kissing my cheek.

“What’s gotten into you? You never miss calls.” I say, in a teasing tone.

“You’re more important.” He said, connecting our lips again. The kiss got more heated, very fast, and he removed my dress completely.

~~~

“Avia’s the one who called. She actually called three more times.” Suho said, looking at his phone.

“What does she want?” I asked, sitting closer to him, and putting my chin on his shoulder. He listened to the voicemails, and then put the phone back on the table.

“She just wanted to check on me. Make sure I was doing okay.” He said, leaning back.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for, is to make you feel better.” I say, feelin up on his chest.

“She’s just worried is all.” He said, putting his arm around my shoulders and kissing my forehead.

“I know.” I say, feeling a little jealous.

“We should go to bed.” He said, rubbing my back and trying to stand, but I grabbed his hand and made him stay on the couch.

“Let’s just sleep here tonight.” I say, already making him lay down, and cuddled up next to him. He covered us up with the blanket and wrapped his arms around me. And we fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up, and Suho wasn’t there. He probably went to work, so I wasn’t worried about it. I sat up, and checked my phone, seeing I had a text from him, saying he was at work. I put the phone down, and went to go get ready. It was almost lunch time, so I thought I’d go get Suho lunch like I used to everyday. Since everyone knows we’re together again, there’s no reason to stay away from the bank anymore.

I walked in, and Baekhyun and Lay immediately came up to me. “Long time no see.” Lay said.

“Yeah, now that you’re all happy again, it’s like you don’t have time for us.” Baekhyun said, saltily.

“I’m sorry guys. I promise we’ll get together soon and hang out.” I said, giving them an apologetic smile. “Is Suho in his office?” I asked.

“She leaves us just like that.” Baekhyun said, turning to Lay.

“Yeah, he’s in his office... Avia’s there too.” He said, pointing towards his office.

“Thanks guys.” I said, walking to Suho’s office, a little confused as to why Avia would be there.

I knocked on the door, but didn’t wait for an answer to go in. Like always, Suho was on the phone. Avia was sitting in the chair I used to always sit in across his desk.

“Yes that’s fine, just make sure they get it by next month.” Suho said into the phone, smiling when he saw me come in. “I got to go. My fiancé just walked in.” He said, hanging up the phone. He walked up to me and gave me a kiss. “What are you doing here?” He asked, leaning against his desk.

“I thought I’d bring you food.” I said, lifting up the bag so he could see.

“That’s so sweet, babe, but Avia and I just ate.” He said.

“Oh... Since when did she start bringing you food?” I asked, looking at her.

“Since you two broke up.” She answered.

“Oh, well, you don’t have to do that anymore, so,” I say, setting the food on Suho’s desk. "

I looked at Suho a bit dumbfounded and he shook head a bit, suggesting that I shouldn’t start anything.

“You get to spend pretty much every evening with Suho, lunch is pretty much the only time I get to talk to him.” She says.

“You’ve had plenty of time with him, I think you’ll be okay.” I retort, crossing my arms.

“We can figure out a better plan, Okay? Please don’t fight, especially right now. I’m stressed enough as it is.” Suho says, trying to keep us from going for each others throats. “Baby,” He said, grabbing my arms and making me look at him. “I’ll have dinner with you, Okay? How’s that sound?” He asked.

I honestly hated negotiating, I just wanted to do things my way, which is selfish, but since he’s at work all the time, I rarely get to spend actual quality time with him and lunches were one of the only things we got to do. Sometimes.

“You already promised we’d go to dinner tonight... You said that today was gonna be our day, and we could hang out all afternoon.” Avia said. That whole statement didn’t set well with me, and I could feel my stomach churn, but for now, I’m gonna blame it on the twins.

“Oh? You did?” I asked, giving Suho a look, but he just shrugged in an ‘I’m just trying to make everyone happy, but I’m starting to give up.’ Way. “A promise is a promise, I guess. I’ll see you at home tonight then.” I said, kind of passive aggressive. I walked out of Suho’s office without saying goodbye, and went to Lay’s desk, sitting down a bit over dramatically so he’d look at me.

“Tough meeting?” He asked, sarcastically.

“My fiancé is being taken away from me by his best friend.” I said, putting my head on his desk.

“You’re being over dramatic.” He said. I lifted my head to look up at him.

“She brought him his lunch, AND is going to dinner with him tonight. After that, they’ll probably go back to her place, and watch movies all night long, and he won’t come home, and I won’t be able to see him until the next night.” I complained.

“Well, you are with him 24/7 now, so maybe a little separation for one night will be good. You’re about to spend the rest of your life with this man and his kids. Enjoy your time off.” He said, patting my head.

“What are you doing tonight? We can get Baek and hang out.” I suggested.

“I should say I’m not free, since you’re only using us because you’re lonely, but I miss hanging out with you so I’m free.” He said.

“I’m not using you.” I said, giving him a look.

“Sure.” He said, sarcastically. “I’ll tell Baekhyun and we’ll be over when we get off tonight.” He said.

“Movie night?” I asked. He made a face like he was thinking and then nodded. “Scary or funny?” I asked.

“Both.” He answered.

“Cool, I’ll go pick out movies and you tell Baek, and bring snacks.” I said, getting up from my seat, and leaving. I went back to the house and started queuing up movies on Netflix to watch for tonight. Suho texted me a few times, apologizing for today, but I was being a little salty.

Suho: Are you sure you’re okay? I can cancel if you want me too.

Suho: I’m sorry

Me: Don’t cancel. It’s fine. 👌🏻👌🏻

Suho: It doesn’t seem fine. I can come home.

Me: No, go on your date. Lay and Baek are coming over to watch movies anyways.

Suho: It’s not a date. Have fun watching your movies, I’ll be home tonight.

Suho: I love you ❤️❤️❤️

Suho: (Y/N)?

Suho: ...Are you there?

I stopped replying to him and left him on read. I wanted to be as petty as I could, even though it’s childish. But let’s be honest, when am I not petty? My phone kept ringing with Suho’s text messages, so I just turned the phone on silent, and put it face down, without reading the messages. Anytime I got mad, he would always just blow up my phone with thousands of texts either apologizing, telling me he loves me, or just saying random shit like dad jokes or vine references or just random words he typed really fast. He would do that until I forgave him, and it worked every time for some dumb reason.

~~Avia’s P.O.V~~

That night, Suho and I met up at a fancy restaurant in the Gangnam District. He was already there with a table saved.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make (Y/N) mad. I missed you, and she gets to see you way more than I do. I guess I’m just not used to it yet.” I say.

“Avia, it’s okay. Things are very different from how they used to be. (Y/N)’s pregnant, we all need to make adjustments.” He says.

“What kind of adjustments?” I asked.

“I’m not sure yet, we’ll figure it out.”

I sighed a bit, and leaned back in the booth.

“What? You can’t be mad that I’m spending time with her.” He said growing a bit frustrated.

“I’m not it’s just,” I groaned a bit “I’m not like you, I don’t have a ton of associates or a boyfriend to come back to when you’re not there. You’re my best friend, and in a lot of ways, you’re all I have. I don’t know I’m just being selfish I guess.” I say. A waiter brought by two glasses of champagne.

“Well there’s at least one tradition that will never change. Thanksgiving with my family.” He says, grinning before taking a sip of his glass.

“I look forward to that hot mess every year.” I explain.

“Me too, my whole family in one room, getting drunk and passive aggressively screaming at each other; just what thanksgiving is about.” We laughed. After dinner we went to my home to watch movies and crash.

~Suho’s pov~

“Suho, you’ve checked your phone just about all night.” Avia said, seeing as I checked my phone again.

“I thought I heard it buzzing.” I said, looking at it again.

“It didn’t buzz.” She says.

“Wait, did you hear that?” I asked, thinking I heard my phone buzz again, but nothing.

“Suho, it didn’t buzz. Just enjoy the movie.” She says, pointing at the screen.

I looked at the screen of my phone again, and went to my messages. (Y/N) still hadn’t texted back, and I was starting to get worried. I looked at the clock, and saw it was 2am, we’ve already watched five movies, and were in the middle of our sixth.

“Is that really the time?” I asked.

“Yeah? Why are you so shocked? We normally watch movies until 7am and then we fall asleep for a few hours, this isn’t a new thing, Suho.” She said, giving me a look.

“Yeah, but the difference is, I have a mad pregnant fiancé waiting for me at home. I don’t think she would appreciate me staying the night at another girls house.” I said, starting to stand up.

“Oh come on, Suho. She knows we aren’t doing anything but watching movies all night.” She says, watching as I grabbed my coat. “She knows we’re just friends.” She continues.

“Friends or not, it’ll still make her even more upset. One day, you’ll understand.” I say, putting my shoes on. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said.

“But Suho.” She whines.

“Tomorrow.” I say again, leaving the apartment.

I thought about calling (Y/N), but figured she would be asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her. She’d probably ignore the call anyways. When I got into the apartment, I could hear the tv from the door. I took my shoes and coat off, and went to the living room, seeing the tv on, and Lay and Baekhyun asleep on the couch, but no sight of (Y/N). Letting out a sigh, I turned the tv off, and threw some blankets on the two boys. It seemed like they were preparing me to be a father already.

After getting some water from the kitchen, I made my way to the bedroom, seeing (Y/N) asleep on her side of the bed. I shut the door quietly, and changed into black sweatpants and a long sleeve grey T-shirt, and then climbed in bed with her.

~~Your P.O.V~~

I was awake the whole time. I heard him open the door, and change clothes, and get in the bed. He wrapped his arm around me, and leaned over to kiss my cheek.

“I’m home.” He whispered, but I didn’t respond. He sighed. “I know you’re awake.” He said, rubbing my arm. “Please talk to me... I’m sorry for making you mad.” He said, in a soft voice. “At least face me.” He said. I sighed, and turned my body so I was facing him.

“You’re still home really late.” I say, still very upset.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to stay so long.” He said.

“Look, I know she’s your best friend, and I know you want to see her... But there are lines you can’t cross anymore, and staying with her overnight is one of them. You two are.... You’re getting too close for comfort.” I say, a little hesitant, not knowing how he’ll feel about my complaint. “We’re actually getting married soon, and like it or not, marriage is a full time job. I’m talking late nights, long hours, especially with two kids. I’m just scared she’s trying to, you know.... steal you away from me.” I say.

“I know, baby, and I’m here, I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.” He said, trying to kiss my forehead, but I backed away.

“Don’t think you’re being let off so easily.” I said, making him pout. “You’ve gotta work for it.” I say, putting my hand on his chest.

“You know Lay and Baekhyun are in the other room?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“So?” I shrugged.

“Well, if you don’t care, I don’t.” He said, lifting my chin up, and putting his lips on mine. He ran his fingers through my hair, and slipped his tongue in my mouth, but I got a thought, so I pulled away. “What?” He asked, looking confused.

“I just thought of something.” I said.

“Now?” He asked, a little frustrated.

“We should get married soon, like before I start getting a baby bump soon. Like next week soon.” I say, smiling.

“Next week soon? You know how much planning a wedding takes, right? We’ve done it before.” He said.

“Exactly, we’ve done it before. We don’t need a big wedding, I just need you and a few friends and family. Nothing big. I just can’t stand not being able to call you my husband anymore. And I don’t want to walk down the isle, looking like I ate the whole buffet before the ceremony.” I explain.

“Baby bump or no baby bump, you’ll look beautiful no matter what. But if you want to get married that soon, then we will. I’m ready to start calling you my wife too.” He said. I smiled widely, and started kissing him again, way more passionately.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed myself against him. He pushed himself up with his elbows so we wouldn’t be laying down so awkwardly, and then he adjusted himself so he was sitting up completely. I straddled him, and removed his shirt, which honestly I loved on him and wished he would wear it more. He started to kiss my neck, I felt that he was leaving marks that I would have to cover up tomorrow. He removed my shirt as well, and kissed down my chest, and back all the way up to my lips. I moved my hand down his chest and slipped it into his sweatpants. He stopped kissing me to let out a sigh of pleasure, and he furrowed his eyebrows.

“You’re like an angel with no wings.” He said, resting his forehead on mine.

“So like, a person?” I laughed, stroking him more, making him bite his bottom lip. He reached down to remove his own pants and underwear, and then took off mine. He started to flip me over so he was on top of me, but I stopped him. “Let me be on top tonight.” I said, getting close to his ear. “I want to ride you.” I whispered, sending chills down his spine.

“If that’s what you want.” He said, clearing his throat.

I guided him inside of me, and started grinding my hips against his. We were both moaning messes just a few minutes in, sloppily kissing each other, and running our hands all over each other’s bodies. We kept going for a while until we both got to our climax.

“I love you.” He said, out of breath, kissing my forehead.

“I love you too.” I said, laying down and cuddling next to him.

The next morning, Suho and I woke up pretty early. We had to bring a cake to the family thanksgiving dinner tonight, and his family had a strict no buying from the store policy, so we had to make it.

Honestly, I didn’t mind because that meant we got to bake something together and it’s cute as hell.

“I need one cup of water, 1/3 cup of vegetable oil and 3 eggs please.” I request, reading off the cake mix box.

“Coming right up.” Suho said, handing me ingredients one at a time. He went over to his phone and hooked it up to the Bluetooth speaker, picking music to be played as we baked.

“Whats all the loud noise? I’m trying to sleep.” Baekhyun groaned from the living room.

“We’re baking some cakes, you and Lay should go home now. It’s thanksgiving, go spend time with your family.” I yelled from the kitchen. I heard Lay groan.

“Come on, we’re being kicked out.” Baekhyun said.

Him and Lay waved goodbye to us before leaving, and Suho and I went back to our cake. I started stirring and Suho sang along to the song playing. He came up behind me, and wrapped his arms around my waist, swaying to the music.

“Can you focus and make the second cake?” I asked, laughing a little.

“Yes ma’am.” He said, getting out another mixing bowl, and starting on his cake. I finished mixing mine, and put it in the pan, putting it in the oven. He put his in the oven as well, and turned to look at the mess we’ve made.

“Is the maid coming today?” He asked.

“It’s thanksgiving, we gave her the day off, remember.” I said.

“I really don’t want to clean this.” He whined.

“Come on, you big spoiled baby, lets clean.” I say, rolling up my sleeves.

“That hurt. That was unnecessary.” He said, being fake hurt.

“You’ll live.” I laughed. He pulled on the draw strings of my sweatpants so I would come closer to him, as soon as I reached him, he gave me a kiss.

“Let’s get to cleaning then.” He said, putting the mixing bowls in the sink.

~~~

Suho and I got ready after about an hour or so of cleaning the kitchen, and frosting the cakes when they were done. It was just a casual event, so we didn’t try too hard like we normally would. We grabbed the cakes, and made sure we had everything, before leaving. Suho’s driver took us to his fathers house, and I couldn’t stop shaking my leg.

“Will you stop? There’s no reason to be nervous, okay?” Suho said, putting his hand on my knee to get me to stop shaking my leg.

“Do you not remember last time we had dinner with your family? It was just a week ago.” I asked, letting out a sigh. “Are we gonna tell them about us getting married next week?” I asked.

“I haven’t decided. I don’t think I really want my family there...” Suho said, trailing his sentence off.

“What? Why?” I asked, giving him a look.

“Why have someone at such an important event, who don’t even care about their son or the event in the first place?” He said, looking out the window.

“You don’t believe that, do you? You know both of your parents want the best for you. They just don’t think I’m it.” I say, giving his hand a squeeze. He looked at me, and pecked my lips quickly.

“But you are it. And I wish they could see that.” He said.

“I know, but I don’t think they will, and that’s okay. We know we’re right for each other, and that’s all the matters.” I say, giving him a smile.

“We’re here.” The driver said, pulling up to the front of Suho’s parents house.

“Here we go.” Suho whispered, stepping out of the car. I got out as well, and he took my hand as we walked inside.

“Myeonnie!! My son, welcome home! I’m so glad you could make it!” His mother said, overly excited to see him.

“Hey, mom.” Suho smiled, hugging her.

“You brought (Y/N) with you.” She pointed out, giving me a fake smile. Suho’s mother also wasn’t very fond of me, but she hated me less than anyone else, so that counts for something?

“Oh, yes. I don’t know if Dad told you, but we’re back together. She’s pregnant too.” Suho said, a little hesitantly.

“I heard, dear. I’m happy that you’ve found happiness.” She said, grabbing his hand. “Now, go say hi to everyone else. You can set the cakes down in the kitchen.” She said, waving us along.

“So far so good.” Suho whispered, squeezing my hand.

We put the cakes down, and greeted his other family members. Not everyone was here yet, there were only a handful of people here. Thankfully, we haven’t ran into his dad yet. Before the dinner started, and everyone got to the house, Suho led me upstairs to his old room.

“Wow, they really haven’t changed anything.” He laughed, looking around. “The memories made here, am I right?” He said, sitting on his bed. I smiled and sat next to him. “Remember the first night you stayed over here? It was Christmas break, and I thought it would be a good idea for you to spend it at my house instead of staying at the dorms the whole break.” He said, reminiscing.

“I remember. It was the first time I met your parents and they weren’t happy when you brought me home instead of Avia.” I said.

“I felt the same way.” He joked. I slapped his arm, and pouted. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and laughed. “I’m just kidding.” He said.

“We should go back downstairs, I’m sure people are wondering where the famous Myeonie is.” I said, standing up, and taking his hands.

“I hate that name.” He said, scrunching his face and standing up as well. He gave me a kiss on the forehead, before we went back down. As we walked down the stairs, I spotted Avia and instantly felt a knot in my stomach.

“Avia, you made it.” Suho said, hugging her. I stood there awkwardly as they talked. “Where’s Kyungsoo?” Suho asked, looking around her.

“He couldn’t make it tonight, he had a photo shoot.” She says. “So, I brought Chen instead. I hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t want to come by myself.” She says, pointing to Chen who was being his charismatic self with Suho’s family.

“I don’t mind at all. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him. Since senior year of college.” Suho said. We all went to the same college. That’s where I first met Suho, actually.

“I know. I recently just got back in touch with him, and we’ve hung out a few times. He’s changed a lot. He’s definitely gotten more mature.” She says, looking over at him.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Suho said, smiling.

“Junmyeon! You see Avia’s here. It’s like good old times, right son?” Suho’s father said, coming up to him and her, and putting his arms around both their shoulders.

“(Y/N)’s here too, Father.” Suho said, looking over at me and giving me an apologetic look.

“Yes, I’m aware. Alright, time to get dinner started. Everyone take their seats!” His father announced, ignoring my presence.

Suho gave me a small smile, and led me to my seat, pulling the chair out for me, and then sitting next to me. Avia sits in the other chair next to Suho and Chen sat on the other side of her. The butler passed out the dinner to everyone, and we all talked somewhat happily. Suho was asked the normal questions he was always asked. Every once in a while, Avia would whisper something to him, making him laugh, and I couldn’t help but feel somewhat jealous. Tonight, she was getting a little too close. I looked over and noticed that she had scooted her chair closer to his, and she kept touching his arm. It really unsettled me. Chen caught her attention for a second to ask her something, so I saw this as my chance to talk to Suho.

“Hey.” I whispered, getting his attention.

“Hm?” He hummed, making a cute expression.

“Um, don’t you think Avia is getting a little close?” I asked, looking back at her.

“No? Why? Is she?” He asked, truly oblivious. He then slowly started to smile. “Are you jealous?” He asked.

“No.” I say, crossing my arms.

“You’re so cute.” He said, pinching my cheek. “You have nothing to worry about.” He said, ruffling my hair a little.

“Hey, Suho, Chen just said the funniest thing.” Avia says, tapping his arm. Suho turned to her, but held my hand as reassurance. Throughout the dinner, Avia just kept getting more handsy with Suho. I wasn’t too happy and it showed.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” One of Suho’s relatives asked.

“Me? Oh, yeah, I’m okay.” I say, giving her a smile. Suho looked at me, worried, and put a hand on my thigh.

The butler brought out the desert that the whole family made. After we ate that, everyone got up and continued talking to each other in various parts of the house. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, since I couldn’t have the wine that was being served now, and when I came back, Avia, Suho, and Chen were gone. I let out a long sigh, and went to the pool out back, and sat on one of the chairs beside it. I pulled out my phone and decide to text Lay and Baekhyun as I sat there. A good twenty minutes passed, before I decided to go look for Suho. The house was so big, I didn’t think I would ever find him, so I called him but of course there was no answer, so I just walked around the house more.

“Looking for Suho?” Someone asked from behind me. I turned around to see Chen.

“Oh, yes I am.” I said.

“He’s looking for you too. He just went outside a few seconds ago.” Chen said, pointing to the front door.

“Where’s Avia?” I asked.

“With him I think? I don’t know, I lost them a few minutes ago. I got distracted with how huge this house is.” Chen laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Anyways, Suho’s worried about you, so I would go to him.” Chen said, before leaving me to talk to yet another one of Suho’s family members.

I made my way out front, and saw Avia and Suho sitting on the stairs and her head was on his shoulder, which honestly sent my blood boiling. I fake coughed, and made the two of them turn around.

“There you are, we’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Suho said, standing up now.

“Mhm, sure looks like you’re trying really hard.” I say, crossing my arms. Suho walked up to me, and held my arms.

“We were, babe.” He said, looking me in the eyes.

“I was out back for twenty minutes.” I say, visibly upset.

“Well, you weren’t looking for us so.” Avia mutters. I gave her a look.

“Avia, not now.” Suho said in a calm voice, before I could say anything. “I was just telling Avia how we’re planning on getting married next week.” He said, looking back at me, trying to change the subject on who was looking more for who.

“Yeah, he was and I think it’s a terrible idea to get married in such a short time. Especially with how long it took us to plan the first one, which went terribly, and all that money went to waste.” She says.

“Well if you think it’s such a bad idea, then don’t come.” I shrug. “You’re just jealous anyways.” I mumble, making her scoff.

“Of what?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Let’s not fight, okay? It’s thanksgiving, we should be talking about things we’re thankful for.” Suho said, trying to calm us both at this point.

“You’re jealous that I’m the one marrying Suho and I’m the one having his kids and not you.” I say.

“Oh please. Such a childish thing to say. Suho is just my friend.” She says, rolling her eyes.

“Please, It’s obvious you’ve had a crush on him for the longest time. I noticed the day we met. You’re in love with your best friend, and you can’t do anything about it.” I say.

“That’s a bold accusation, (Y/N).” Suho stepped in.

“Well, it’s true. Anyone can tell. You sure don’t hide it. Especially lately with how handsy you’re being with him.” I say, holding onto his arm.

“God. You’re so full of it. I am not in love with Suho.” She says.

“You’re totally in love with Suho.” Chen said, coming outside now.

“If I was in love with him I would’ve made a move years before you ever showed up.” She snapped.

“Face it, you’re helpless.” I crossed my arms, and I could feel her eyes burning through me.

“Are you in kindergarten? If I liked Suho I would’ve been with him. Everyone excepted it, even we did for a while but that simply isn’t the case. You can keep trying to force this narrative but I’m not having it,” She says, turning to leave.

“Alright, come on, that’s enough.” Suho said, trying to get me back inside.

“Whether you love him, or not, and I know you do... Either way, what you two used to have needs to be over now. No more sleep overs, or late nights... I can’t have him being over at some other girls house over night. Best friend or not.” I say, making her stop. “Like it or not, he’s about to be married, it’s time to grow up and stop acting like kids.” I say, angry.

“You can’t just take him away from me like that! Years of friendship and tradition... You can’t do that.” She says, turning back to us.

“I can and I am.” I say, walking up to her, but Suho held my arm. “I’m tired of sitting by while you throw yourself at him. He’s mine, so back off.” I say.

Suho pulled me away from her slightly.

“Stop acting like we’re in high school, Suho isn’t your property, you don’t own him, He is his own person who can make his own decisions.” She says, matter of factly.

“Seriously, you two, stop.” Suho said in a stern voice, getting our attention finally. “Look, Avia, (Y/N)’s right. We’re adults now, and we’re getting into the stage where we need to be taking things seriously. I’m not saying we can’t ever see each other, but me staying at your house overnight and you bringing me food in the afternoons at work can’t happen anymore. It’s not your job.” Suho said, calmer than how I would have said it. “It’s not fair to her and-“ He said, but she cut him off.

“Not fair to her? What about me? You think it’s fair to me that she’s taking you away? I barely got to see you in the first place. Now I can’t ever see you??” She says, tears forming in her eyes.

“Avia, I-“

“Myeonie, can you come inside for a while and talk to your family? They all want to see you- is everything alright?” Suho’s mom asked, poking her head out of the door.

“Everything’s fine, mom. We’ll be in in a second.” Suho said, giving her a reassuring smile. She smiled back, and went back inside. Suho turned back to Avia.

“I’m sorry. But I love (Y/N), more than anything in this world and I need to be devoted to her and put her first now.” He said, wrapping his arm around my waste.

“Yeah well I miss the time when I was the person you cared about.” She said, quietly. “This is all stupid.”

“Avia, it’s-“

“No, it isn’t fair to me. She can’t just waltz back into your life after hurting so badly just to take you away. When have I ever hurt you or betrayed you?” She asked.

“This isn’t because you did something wrong this is ju-“

“I know why it’s happening, it’s just like I said, I’m not ready yet.”

The small amount of energy I had was gone, and all I wanted to do was sit down, and relax.

“I know, Avia, but you have to be.” Suho said, in a soft voice. “You’ll always be my best friend, and they’ll always be a time where we can see each other.” He reassured her.

“It won’t be the same, Suho, and you know it.” She says, removing his hands from her arms. “She came into our lives, and ruined everything. Everything!” She yelled, looking behind Suho to me. “If it weren’t for her, I-“ She said, but stopped talking mid-sentence. A tear finally escaped, Suho wipes it away quickly for her.

“It’s like I’m watching a break up scene in a drama.” Chen whispered to me. I rolled my eyes at him.

“We should go inside now.” I say, pulling Avia and Suho away from whatever moment they were having. Suho walked up to me, and took my hand, giving me a smile.

“Come back inside and focus on having a good time, please.” He said, looking at her. I tugged his hand a little, to get him to walk inside instead of staying here talking to her. The two of us went inside, and made our way through the house.

“That was a little unnecessary you know.” Suho said, turning to me.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away. I just... I just see how much she actually loves you, and it worries me.” I say, looking at my feet.

“Worries you why though?” He asked, making me look up at him.

“Because, I’m scared one day you’ll get even closer to her, and realize you love her too.” I say, quietly, because I knew it was a stupid thought, but I couldn’t help but think it.

“I’m not gonna leave you, okay? It’s a little too late for that.” He joked. I gave him a look and he shook his head. “Sorry, not the time for jokes, I get that.” He said. “The point is, I love you, so much, and I’m more than ready to call you my wife. You have no idea.” He said.

“Yeah, but she said it herself, everyone was expecting you two to get together, even you thought you two would get together. How can you love me so much, when everyone around you wants you to be with someone else?” I asked, getting more and more insecure about the whole matter.

“Because, no one else matters but you.” He said, kissing my forehead. “Now, lets go talk to my obnoxious family.” He said, leading me to everyone else.

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