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unangelic-thoughts · 4 months

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Forgive me...I want you. (Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader)

Summary: After a drunken mistake where you expose yourself to your aunt's boyfriend, you unknowingly start something between you beyond your wildest dreams…

Warnings: NSFW smut 18+, infidelity, age gap, masturbating while being watched, phone sex (sorta?? but more like window sex??)

Word Count: 3k

Author’s note: A specific part in this is loosely inspired by taylor swift's 'you belong with me' scene where they see each other through their bedroom windows…hehe…;)

Reblogs and interactions are most appreciated <333

I walk as quietly as I can up the stairs of the house I currently live in with my parents so as to not wake them at one thirty in the morning. Although I'm in my mid twenties and would love nothing more but to have my own place, rent is ridiculously expensive and I'd rather save up for as long as I can. Thankfully for me, I get along with them both and we respect each other's privacy - so it works.

I shut the door to my bedroom quietly, extending my hand to the wall beside me to switch the light on. I take my cross-body bag off over my head and throw it on my bed with a sigh. Running my hands through my hair, I think back to today's unfortunate events. From deciding to surprise my girlfriend on our six month anniversary, to catching her in bed with my best friend, to going from bar to bar with my sweet Angel of a cousin to try and forget it all; I am completely and utterly emotionally and physically exhausted.

The makeup I put on earlier today is patchy and smudged but I feel too numb to care. Walking into my on-suite bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror while my arms rest on either side of the sink. Black streaks of mascara cover my cheeks from where I'd been crying. I take a deep breath, grabbing a makeup wipe and take it all off.

Once I'm done with skincare, I walk back into my bedroom and pick out a clean pair of undies and oversized tee from my closet, setting them out at the end of my bed. I begin stripping from my clothes, starting with my top, then my skirt and tights. I stand up straight, my hands reaching behind my back to take my bra off when I lock eyes with Joel and I freeze.

Joel is my next door neighbour. He is also my dad's sister's husband. In my current messy state, I completely forgot to pull my curtains shut and that Joel's office literally faces my bedroom. In my defence, I wasn't expecting him to be up this late.

The initial state of shock begins to subside but neither of us has attempted to look away first. I'm reminded of the very innocent crush I've had on him since the day my aunt introduced us to him five years ago. Of course, I knew it was futile - considering the whole Joel-is-now-technically-my-uncle thing as well as the age gap thing. I never let myself think about it too seriously except for the times late at night whenever I've struggled to fall asleep. Thoughts of him laying on top of me, kissing down my neck while his hands caress my body intrude my mind more often than I'd like to admit and I feel so guilty, but I can't help it.

It feels like I've been standing there half-naked in front of my window for hours when in reality it's only been a second or two. I spot my dressing gown draped over my swivel chair in the corner of my eye and I quickly grab it to cover myself as best as I can.

When I look back at him, his eyes have fallen to the laptop in front of him and I instantly feel the loss of his intense stare. A pang of disappointment hits me, missing the feel of his eyes on me and the way it ignited a fire in my lower belly.

Desperate to get his attention, I loosen the grip I have on my dressing gown and let it fall in front me, exposing me once more. His dark brown eyes instantly meet mine again and it makes my insides flip.

I swallow down the lump in my throat, deciding to ignore the warning lights and sirens going off in my head that are telling me how terrible of an idea this is. But in this moment, I couldn't care less. I just want to feel wanted.

My hands find their way to my bra for a second time and unclasp it. I hold the cups of my bra against my breasts, a moment of hesitation washing over me but I shake that feeling away as I shake off my bra.

Joel goes very still and it feels good to know I'm having an effect on him, so I continue. My hands drop to my panties, my thumbs hooking on either side as I slowly slide them down my legs and step out of them.

I feel so empowered and in full control of the situation, which is exactly what I need right now. I turn around, grabbing my clean undies and slipping them on followed by my oversized tee. I walk to my window, wishing I could reach out to touch him but instead, I pull the curtains shut knowing I've already gone too far and put an end to whatever this is.

***

I've avoided Joel for two whole weeks since that night; not that it has been hard to do since he's definitely been avoiding me too. He hasn't even spared me a glance when we've passed by each other in our adjacent driveaways, oftentimes me going out and him coming home at the same time.

The anxiety of what I'd done was eating me up the first few days, worried that he'd tell my aunt about it. But the longer it's been, the more confident I feel that he's not planning on telling a soul. God, if anyone found out about my drunken mistake, it would completely destroy our family.

I've thought of countless of ways I could apologize to him but none seem good enough, worried it'll just make things more awkward; if that's even possible. Sometimes it's better to pretend like nothing ever happened and things will eventually fix by themselves with time. Yes...I just have to give it some time and it'll soon be a distant memory...

***

The chime of the doorbell distracts me from my current seated position on the sofa, one hand holding the book I've been reading and the other stroking my cat, Felix. I place the book next to me and cradle Felix in my arms like the little baby that he is and head to the door.

It's my aunt, Tess. "Hi hun, are you enjoying your weekend alone?" She extends an arm to rub Felix under his chin.

"Yeah, it's been nice having the house all to myself. Mum and dad won't be back until late Monday evening so I still have a couple of days of peace." I say, chuckling.

"That's great! Although I'm about to disturb that peace, but not for long. I promise! I just need a small favour." She cautiously smiles at me.

"As long as it doesn't involve screaming kids or maths, I'm happy to help." I respond lightheartedly.

"So, I ordered a couple of new sculptures of Athena and the delivery driver just dropped them off outside our door. He ran off before I could get the chance to ask him to help bring them in." She sighs.

"Oh my God, more Greek sculptures? You're obsessed! Don't you already have like 50? How do they all fit in the house?!" I say half-serious, half-laughing while I shake my head. For the past year, Tess has developed a fascination for Greek mythology and the house has basically turned into a museum of Ancient Greece.

"I know, I know." Tess replies, swinging her hands back and forth to dismiss my accusation. "Anyway, I've hurt my back so I can't lift anything and Joel needs another person to help him. Would you mind lending him a hand?"

"Yeah, sure." I somehow manage to say nonchalantly even though inside I'm screaming. The last thing I want to do is be near Joel but I can't tell Tess that. "I'll be out in a minute" I say, forcing a smile and nod my head as I step back into the house to slip into something more appropriate.

Once I've pulled my shit together and reassured myself that this isn't a big deal, I make the short walk over to their place. The door opens before I reach the steps, both Tess and Joel coming out at the same time. She places a quick peck on his lips before making her way to her car. "Just going to do some grocery shopping, I won't be long. And be careful with my sculptures!" She calls out as she shuts the car door after her.

I notice the silence between us immediately, fiddling my hands nervously. "Where do these need to go?" I ask as I point to the sculptures in front of me, desperate to be done with this as quickly as possible.

Joel doesn't hold my gaze however, and it makes me think that what happened is still bothering him. "One in the living room and one in the bedroom."

Once we've figured out how to carry the first one, we manage to place it in the living room with relative ease. The second one however is much trickier, needing to be carried all the way to the upstairs bedroom. I can feel myself building up a sweat but I try my best to keep my breathing steady. Once we reach the room, we set it down in its new spot. Not even a second later and I trip over my own foot, falling towards the direction of the sculpture. Joel is there before I know it, one hand holding Athena and the other steadying me. The feel of his arm around me feels different to any other time we've hugged, I notice.

"That was close." He says, pulling back once I've got both feet on the ground.

"It was. Thank you. Tess would kill me if anything happened to it." I exhale, widening my eyes in horror at the thought of breaking the sculpture.

"And I'd be right there with you too. She can be a scary woman when she wants to be." He jokes, an uneasy smile on his face.

"I'm sorry." I blurt out as I fix my gaze on the sculpture rather than Joel.

"Don't worry about it, nothin' broke so we get to live another day." He shrugs his shoulders as his hands rest on his hips and laughs.

"Not about that...I'm sorry about what happened that night. I was drunk and it was wrong of me." I find myself saying before I can stop myself, the guilt finally getting to me.

The grin on his face immediately drops and I brace myself for what he has to say.

"It was a fucked up thing to do and it's best that we forget about it." He says, his tone razor sharp.

"I know and for that, I sincerely apologize." His words sting even though I know they shouldn't. I mean, he didn't look away either. It can't just be all on me, he could've easily left. He had plenty of opportunity to do so.

"You put me in a really uncomfortable position. What would Tess say if she found out? What would your parents think?" His brows are furrowed together in anger and I regret ever bringing it up.

"I-I wasn't in a good place mentally and I definitely wasn't sober but I don't think it's fair to put all the blame on me." I defend, shaking my head.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "And who should share the blame? Me?"

It's my turn to furrow my brows, not liking where this conversation is going. "Well, yeah. You clearly didn't dislike what you saw. You could've left at any time."

"I think you should leave." He responds firmly, crossing his arms.

"You don't have to tell me twice." I scowl. Turning on my heal, I strut out of the room and slam the door shut behind me. Regret fills my chest, not for my drunken striptease, but for my stupid attempt at apologising to that asshole.

*** He tries to apologise to me twice this week but I blank him both times. He tells me that Tess noticed something has been off with us and confronted him about it. He told her it's because he yelled at me when I almost broke one of her statues and now I'm mad at him. That's the only reason he wants to apologise, so that everything seems normal in front of everyone else; not because he's genuinely sorry. So no, I'm not ready to forgive him that easily.

***

I'm having one of those late night closet clear outs, deciding whether my denim midi skirt is staying in the keep pile or the donation pile when my phone rings.

My breath hitches as the name of last person I thought would be calling me right now pops up on the screen. At first I think it might be a mistake, but as it rings for the fourth time, I have to decide whether to answer or ignore it.

He's never called me this late before and the curiosity takes over, so I swipe the green button on the screen and put the phone to my ear.

"Joel?" I ask hesitantly, even though I know it's him calling.

"Can we talk?" His voice low on the other end of the line.

"I'm busy right now." I reply, finally tossing the skirt I've been holding to the keep pile.

"No, you're not. I can literally see you in your bedroom." With that, I turn around and look up. Lo and behold, Joel is standing in front of his office's french doors and he's looking right at me.

"What do you want?" I ask, my heartbeat increasing tenfold.

I watch as his hand trails up his shirt, his fingers starting to unbutton it from the top.

"Tell me to stop at anytime, and I will." He whispers as I stand there completely dumbfounded.

Once his shirt is unbuttoned, he shrugs it off his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor behind him. It exposes his soft chest and belly, and I can't take my eyes off of him.

His hands move on to his belt, swiftly removing it from his jeans and popping open the button. He stops just before he pulls his zipper down and I feel a pang of disappointment until I hear his voice once more.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks simply, as if he hasn't just asked me such an incongruous question.

I shake my head from side to side ever so slightly, it's barely noticeable.

"I need you to use your words darlin'" He's looking at me intently and it makes me feel lightheaded.

I don't want to say it out loud but if I-

"Don't. Don't stop." I surprise myself at how sure I sound, not realising how badly I've wanted this since I exposed myself to him until this very moment.

I notice his chest contract as he exhales in relief; Like he was hoping I'd want this just as much as he does.

He continues then, removing his jeans completely and takes a seat on the chair behind him while still facing me.

"Your turn." It takes me a minute to process what he's saying. He wants to see me naked. Again. Part of me questions whether this is a prank but the part of me that has secretely wanted to do this since forever decides to push the doubts aside.

I hesitate only for a second before I remember that I've done this before and he's already seen my exposed body, and then I strip down to my underwear - just like he has.

His hand reaches inside his boxers and he begins to stroke himself. My panties are soaked within seconds. His breathing becomes shallow as he increases the speed of his hand on his member. My hand is on my breast, squeezing it hard as my thumb and index finger stroke my nipple.

"Touch yourself." He orders and I immediately oblige, my hand gliding from my breast to my soft tummy and finally underneath my panties. I hiss as my fingers touch my bundle of nerves, making circular motions. I'm already so wet at the sight in front of me that it doesn't take long for me to slide my fingers through my contracting walls. I pump my fingers with the same rhythm that he strokes his cock as I close my eyes to imagine that it's him inside of me. It feels so good and yet it's not enough, but I know that this is going to be as good as it's ever going to get. This won't ever happen again. I shake those thoughts away and decide to savour the present moment.

Opening up my eyes again, my gaze is back on Joel. His mouth is parted lightly and his eyes are half shut as his head rests on the back of his chair. His movements under his boxers become more frantic and I know he's close. It drives me to go faster and I yelp as I unexpectedly hit a sweet spot, "Fuck!"

"Keep going baby." He urges me on as he grunts in pleasure. My eyes shut tightly and I bite my lower lip, fastening my pace which causes squelching sounds from my dripping pussy.

"Atta girl." He praises, seemingly satisfied by the sounds travelling through the phone.

I whimper in pleasure as I feel the orgasm build inside of me. I stare back at Joel who lets out a "Fuck" at the same moment that I do. We both come apart together, moaning and whimpering in unison; creating a sweet melody of pleasure.

I never, in a million years, thought that I would ever get the chance to see and hear him coming undone but it's the most mesmerizing thing I've ever witnessed.

"Am I forgiven?" He asks once his breathing has returned to normal.

"I think you already know the answer to that." I say, as a smile creeps up on my damp face.

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Thank you for reading! I'd love it if you let me know your throughts <3 (Uuumm personally, I would jump straight through that goddamn window and onto his lap...fuckkkk)

Lots of love, Elki xoxo

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astayinwonderland · 3 months

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Plz can you write a jimin smut fanfic play boy au

"What is it about Park Jimin?" | Park Jimin

pairing: jimin x f.reader (guest appearance jk... but through text)

genre: smut MDNI

requested by: @jimincrystal

wc: 1.6k

summary: you have a problem... your neighbour jimin is too loud, but you are terribly attracted to him

warnings: pet names (jimin calls reader "pretty girl"), mentions of jimin being into girls and boys, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex (don't pls), cursing... lmk if I forgot anything.

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“Hi,” his full lips curve into the flirtiest of smiles.

“Oh, hi,” your tiny voice answers. Dammit, what was it about him anyway?

He leans on the wall as you try not to look nervous. But who are we kidding? When you moved into this flat two months ago, all you could do was think about your next-door neighbour. It was hard not to, he often had “visitors” to entertain him, especially at night. You could hear through the very thin walls how much fun they would have. The exquisite moans he would get from the gorgeous girls and boys who were lucky enough to spend a night with him.

You, on the other hand, are too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Not after hearing everything that happens on the other side of that wall. Not after reaching for your vibrator multiple times…

“I think it’s about time I introduced myself,” he extends his hand and for the first time since he started talking, you look up.

Ashy blonde hair frames his beautiful complexion. Brown eyes, staring right into yours, and his smile so beautiful, so inviting, it made your knees tremble. Before your knees gave in, you shook his hand.

“I’m Jimin.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m–”

“I know, the prettiest girl in the building,” he kisses the back of your hand after whispering your name which makes you hot with wanton.

Jimin knows perfectly the effect he has on people, but seeing the effect he has on you is different. The way your breath seems now heavier, your lips parted in shock, and oh your smell is so deliciously intoxicating. He can’t wait to have you.

“See you around, pretty girl,” he walks to his door and you can’t even think straight.

Nighttime comes and you find yourself eating a bowl of cereal and rewatching your favourite show. All of a sudden, you hear a loud thud on the wall, which immediately breaks your concentration. You pause the show and of course, you already know what it is.

“Fuck! Just like that! Yes, yes!” you hear the muffled cries on the other side of the wall. When is this going to end? Should you say something?

You pace back and forth in front of your door, trying to make a decision and in your two seconds of braveness, you gather the courage to walk next door. Your hand is about to knock when the door opens.

“Oh!” the gorgeous girl exclaims. Beautiful dark skin, hazel eyes, and long legs. “See you around, Jimin.” She walks past you.

Jimin waves goodbye and his eyes land on you. Flower-pattern pyjamas, fuzzy slippers, messy hair.

“Is something wrong, pretty?”

“I– you should try to keep it down…” you try not to look at his bare chest and his tattoo on display. Oh, the way you would lick–

“So you can hear through the wall,” he sounds surprised as if he couldn’t believe his plan worked.

“Yes, and please… next time I would appreciate it if you, and your visitors, were a little bit less– you know,”

“What if you are next? Would you keep it down?”

“Excuse me?”

He laughs, and you can tell he is enjoying this.

“Good night, pretty. I love your pyjamas by the way,” he winks at you and closes the door.

After a couple of days without seeing, or hearing, Jimin, you start to wonder if showing up like that outside his door was too much. You don’t want to overthink, but for you, it is important to have at least a decent relationship with your neighbours.

It isn’t until after work that day that you come back to your flat and find a note on your door.

I have no right, but I need a favour. Dinner at 8? I’ll bring everything. Btw, you’re gorgeous.

Can't wait,

Jimin x

Fuck.

You thought about not welcoming Jimin, after all, he is a stranger. But something about him just made you want to open yourself to him. Yes, you wanted him, so when he knocked on your door, you were already dolled up. You looked effortlessly put together. When Jimin came in and took a look at you, he scanned you up and down.

“I knew it, the prettiest girl in the building… prettiest girl in the world,” he brought food and wine for both of you. It smelled really good and tasted even better.

“So what is this about?”

“First of all, thank you. My friend is visiting, so we’ve been going around the city these last few days– and now he met this girl… and you know, he wanted to invite her over before he leaves,” he laughs, sipping his wine.

“Oh… I see,” you look down, trying to mask the awkwardness.

“Also, I wanted to apologise for the— noise.”

“It’s okay, apology accepted,” you smile. Jimin is way more friendly than you thought. He is easy to talk to, funny, and interesting. You can see why he has so many people fall for his charms.

And then you both hear it– moaning so loud you could think there was some adult movie being filmed next door. It was intense, the skin slapping, muffled but clear enough to know what it was.

Jimin turns to look at you, and he can’t help but laugh.

“Oh pretty girl, this is what you were talking about–”

“Oh no, this is worse,” you cover your ears but end up laughing at Jimin’s expression.

“What, do you think they could hear us from this side?”

Your eyes widen and you’re not sure if you’re imagining it, but now that the wine is in your system, you want Jimin even more.

“I think so,” once again your tiny voice comes out.

“Let me kiss you,” Jimin leans in and waits, so you pull him in.

His lips are soft as you expect them to be, but his tongue is the root of all sin. It tastes so good against yours, teasing and sucking your bottom lip. He is hooked on the way you kiss him back, creating a dependence on the little moans you give him, enjoying every little second of such a passionate kiss. Your hands go to the back of his neck, lips locking with each other again and again, causing your arousal to start pooling between your legs. Fuck, what is it about Park Jimin?

The moans can still be heard next door, but you don’t mind anymore as pieces of clothing are forgotten on the floor.

“Shit– you’re fucking gorgeous, look at these tits,” he sucks and kisses your nipples, worshipping them as his fingers gather your arousal.

His tongue circles your hard nipple as one of his fingers slides into you. You let out a long, pleading moan. You wanted this, for so fucking long you wanted him. The way your back is arched gives him better access to you. So now you are under his control, he fucked you with his finger as his precum leaked off his cock. What a fucking sight.

Another finger goes in, and in your desperate state to cum, you reach to your clit and start playing with it just like you like it.

“Is that how you played with yourself while eavesdropping on what was going on next door, pretty?” he asks, but you can’t answer. You are too lost in this raw, filterless feeling of sheer pleasure.

Jimin slides his fingers out of you, making you cry in disbelief, you were so close.

“I wanna have you right there, against the wall.”

So with your hands against the wall and your back bent forward, he holds to your hips and aligns with your entrance. His cock thick and veiny enters you with ease. His hips snap into yours, and he pulls your head up by your hair.

“Tell me pretty, how good does it feel?”

“So–so… aaahhh, so good,” you cry, you moan. His cock is deep inside you, hitting just the right spot. It’s better than good. He has devil cock and you are sure gonna sin again and again for it.

“You have no idea how many times I dreamt of having you like this… Every fucking time I wondered if you could hear me from here… your pussy is fucking perfect.”

And it was in the way your warm walls hugged his cock so tightly he hoped you would beg for more after this. Jimin’s head begins to feel lighter and lighter and he can’t believe he is already about to cum. But how can he not if you are the fucking best.

You can’t even hear how loud you’re being, all you are focused on is how deliciously Jimin stretches you out like you are meant to be fucked by him, only him.

“Pretty girl, I am not gonna last long, you– you feel– you’re the best…”

“Cum with me, please, please, I am so close,” and your words float in the air as Jimin fucks you just as you wanted until you are both cuming and crashing into such an intense orgasm, you see white and have to be held by him. His warm cum dripping down your legs, the sinful evidence of such a dirty but pleasurable deed.

The moans next door have completely stopped and Jimin has already helped you to get you cleaned up. You both lie naked on your couch, his arm around you and you wonder how the fuck are you going to casually say hi to him again in the hallway.

Jimin’s phone vibrates.

Jungkook: Shit, man. Couldn’t you let me have one night? One fucking night?

Jimin: You were being too loud, and this girl’s is out of this world.

You look at Jimin, exhausted, your eyes closing.

“Should we make this a regular thing?” he asks.

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a/n: this took me so so sooo long-- sorry... I had the biggest writer's block with this one. Jimin makes me nervous.

also... this is pure ✨fiction✨ hope you enjoyed it!

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thehopelessromanticclub · 1 year

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THE KISS CAM

Pairing : Jeon Jeongguk x Y/N

Genre : Fluff, dating au

Word count : 1k

Summary : you appear on the KISS CAM but with the wrong person…

Weekends…

There was nothing special about weekends. For you weekends were boring. It consisted of you munching some potato chips, binge watching Kdramas, living up to your name of night owl. That was it. That was the end of it.

But that was until Jungkook came along, your boyfriend of 6 months. Weekends never felt so amazing…

Loving him was so easy…

It felt so natural…

He was shy. He was tired and messy hairs. He was oversized clothes and ripped jeans. He was whispers at 4 am. He was the smell before it rains. He was the love of her life. A love she never expected would be hers. A love so pure, that it feels to good to be true.

Author’s POV

Ding Dong

“Coming…” you yell loud enough for the entire neighbour hood to hear you before making your way to the door to open it.

There he was standing looking handsome, dashing, cool, amazing as ever… Words were never enough to describe him.

“Ready to go?” He enquired before complimenting how beautiful you looked. He always does that. He’ll call you beautiful even if you were ugly-crying some moments ago. He’ll call you beautiful even if you just woke up and ur face is all swollen up. You were always beautiful in his eyes.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You chimed in making sure to lock the door before you left.

Jungkook had been so into baseball recently, that he convinced you into going to one of the matches that was being held today.

Time skip

“There, that’s our seat.” He said pointing in the direction of two empty seats, both of you making your way into the direction.

The whole stadium was packed with tons of people. More than half of the population wearing their representative team’s uniform. It was spectacular.

“Y/N, is that you?” You heard a familiar voice beside you, hitting your eardrums, which made you turn your head in the direction.

“Yijoon?”

Hwang Yijoon, or more like your crush during high school. Although you did have feelings for him, but that was a thing in the past. As they always say, first love is never successful.

You grew up, your feeling changed. Both of you lost contact owing to the new chapter of adulting in your respective lives. You both got busy in the marathon of growing up.

You’ve told Jungkook about Yijoon once when he inquired who was the guy in your graduation photo, with hearts drawn all over him. Yes, it was you who drew the hearts, your only means of expressing your love for him.

“Omg, Yijoon-ah, how long has it been?” You were beyond ecstatic to meet him.

“I almost forgot about your existence.”

“Well, that was harsh.” He said placing his hand on his heart.

“You grew up so much Y/N, I almost couldn’t recognise you without your braces and bangs.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You laughed swaying your hair.

Both of you got so busy in catching up that you never realised the game had started and that you had a human being accompany you today.

Jungkook’s POV

“Sigh…” this is the umpteenth time I have been sighing.

I’ve been trying so hard to concentrate on the game but all I can concentrate is on them. I know I shouldn’t be jealous, but it is her CRUSH being referred here. HER F**KING CRUSH.

I so badly want to go and sit between them and tell that guy, “hey dude, we are on a date, and if you don’t mind I’ll have my girlfriend to myself.”

Author’ POV

“Umm…Y/N? Who’s that guy? He has been eyeing us for a while now.” Yijoon inquired.

It was at this moment, she knew she f**ked up.

You quickly turned your attention towards Jungkook giving him an apologetic look.

“Yijoon, meet Jungkook, Jungkook, meet Yijoon.” You quickly introduced both of them.

“Hi, I am Jungkook, Y/N’s boyfriend. I’ve heard a lot about you from Y/N.” Jungkook gave a strong handshake to Yijoon, asserting himself, jealousy clearly visible on his face.

“Hopefully good things.” Yijoon replied.

Before you knew it, it was break time, or should I say KISS CAM TIME.

Numerous couples appeared on the screen, many of them eventually giving in and kissing, all the while, kiss me more by Doja cat played in the background.

“Aww, they are soo adorable.” You squealed clapping your hands, looking at couples on the screen have the time of their lives.

But that was until you appeared on the screen…

With Yijoon…

Oh shit…

You crossed your hands indicating you and Yijoon are not together. Yijoon even tried pointing at Jungkook. But no matter what, the camera wouldn’t budge.

Now even the crowd started chanting, “ kiss kiss kiss….”

That was the end of it. That was the final straw for Jungkook. He pulled you in for a kiss. It was sweet and soft. Our lips were madly in love and married. It didn’t involve tongue. All that was involved was love and longing. Longing for each other.

You could hear the crowd cheering and clapping in the background. But that was all white noise. All that mattered in this moment was you and him. It was your moment.

You pulled away after some time, running short of breath. Your eyes met his.

“Your face is soo…..red. Are you fine?” Jungkook quickly made sure to check your temperature by placing his hand on your forehead.

“I’m fine.” To which he nodded. You could feel your face pulsating, adrenaline still in your veins making a run for it. Conclusion- you were blushing.

“Y/N, you should know you have good taste in men.” Yijoon whispered beside you.

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plentyoffandoms · 8 months

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Stalking f/reader and shower s$x with Hook

One Way or Another

Hook x f/Reader (18+)

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Stalking. P in v sex. Spitting. Oral (m receiving).

I am sorry it has taken me so long. I had no idea what to write for this until now. This got a bit longer than I intended.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @joesburrow

Main Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist

Summary: Hook becomes obsessed with his new neighbour.

Tyler - Hook

I knew someone moved in next door to me when I bypassed the moving truck and the movers, but I didn't stop to introduce myself as I was already running late to meet the guys for training.

I didn't stop and introduce myself when I saw the back of her head at the mall box in the front lobby as I was rushing out the door to catch the Uber that was taking me to the airport.

But I sure as hell heard her soft laugh and smelt her perfume that, for some strange reason, made me twitch in my sweat pants.

I forgot all about this new neighbour until I got home and finally saw her.

I was in the elevator, and the doors were about to close when I heard someone shout for me to hold the elevator.

I saw a woman running towards me, her arms filled with grocery bags. I knew it was her the moment she walked in the elevator, smiling at me and saying thank you.

"No problem. Which floor."

"No need. Already going to the same floor." She said kindly to me.

I knew I should have offered to help with her groceries, but I was having a problem of my own. I was reacting to her like I would if I was still a teenage boy.

If I wasn't hunched over and pulling my long sweater down, she would definitely be seeing the tent in my pants.

We finally reached our floor and I watched to see which unit was hers. Just two doors down from me.

I took my time opening my door, pretending to be distracted by my phone, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her look over at me before she walked into her apartment.

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I made sure to bump into whenever I could. Through our little conversations, I learned her name, where she was from and where she worked.

Now I just need to know more about her, but there is only so much that I can ask in the elevator, but I had an idea.

I looked in my fridge and saw that I was low on juice. I knew she would be home, so I knocked on her door. I heard her call out, 'Just a minute.' Before the door swung open.

Her hair was in a messy bun, no makeup, and a long t-shirt I can only assume she wore to bed. I wonder if she has anything on underneath?

"Oh hey Tyler," fuck me, I love it when she says my name like that. "What's up?"

"Just wondering if you have any juice? I ran out, and I usually like some with breakfast. " Real smooth there dipshit.

"Yeah, let me see. Apple, okay?" I quickly nodded my head.

"Come in. Let me look in the pantry. I bought a bunch when they were on sale." She said as she turned around and walked down the hall.

I closed the door behind me and took in the sight of her apartment. Clean, pictures of family and friends all over. Some plants and on the table by the front door, I could see the spare key that they give to us when we move in.

"Here you go." I was pulled away from my thoughts on if I should take the key or not when she answered it for me.

"Do you mind being my apartment buddy? I know you travel a lot for work, and I can grab your mail and place it in your apartment." She handed me her spare key, and I closed my fist tightly around it, not wanting to lose it.

"Sure. I'll grab my spare and give it to you. Thank you."

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The weeks went on, and I found myself using her spare key more than any sane person ever would need too.

First, I was just snooping around her apartment to get to know her a bit better. Then her garbage. Which quickly went to me looking through her drawers.

I found her dildo that she kept in her bedside table. I could only imagine what she looked like as she made herself cum on this.

Which was driving me insane. So I looked online and found the perfect camera, which I gave to her.

"Suprise. You told me that your charging station wasn't charging as fast, so I got you one."

"Thank you, Tyler. I've been meaning to go and buy another one, but just haven't had time."

"No need for thanks. I was out with my friends and saw this. Hope it works."

I waited patiently in my place, looking at my laptop.

And I waited. I was just about to close the laptop when it showed the inside of her room.

Where she had, next to her bed, I could see everything. I turned up the volume to see if the sound was working, and I punched the air when I heard her talking on the phone.

"I have no idea what to wear tonight, Dede."

"Just wear something that is easy to take off. You know you won't be keeping your clothes on." Was all I heard before I saw red.

She had a date?

Why didn't she tell me?

What the fuck does he look like?

Is she gonna fuck him?

I found out the answer to the last question as I watched her ride the lucky bastard in her bed. Her back arched, her eyes closed as her body shook as she came all over his cock.

I was breathing heavy as I closed the laptop, not wanting to watch her wrap her lips around his cock.

I looked down my body and saw the mess that I had made. I even felt a bit of my own jizz on chin. Time for a shower.

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While I was in my shower, a great, wonderful idea popped into my head. Now, just to make it all come together.

This idea took a bit to pill together. I had to travel for a few weeks, and then I would have some time off.

While I was gone, I would watch the cameras I already had up in my place, and see her come into my place to drop off my mail or water my plants.

But I made sure to keep watching the camera in her room. The man from that night never came back, but other men came.

I watched as each and every man pounded her into her mattress, making her moan their names. Some made her cum. Some didn't.

But one buffoon helped push her towards me without either one knowing.

I could hear her asking him to leave, and he didn't want to. "Come on, baby. Just one more time, and then I will leave."

"I don't have time for this. Leave. I have work."

"I'll stay until you get back."

"If you are not gone in the next 5 minutes, I'll be calling the cops."

The asshole didn't like that and locked himself in her washroom. By the time the cops came, he had already smashed it and was in no way usable.

I felt my phone vibrate, and I knew it was her calling. "Tyler?" Her voice was shaken for obvious reason.

"Are you okay? You sound upset." I asked with fake concern. She told me what happened.

"Just stay in my place until your place is fixed."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am sure. Just pack your essentials. My home is your home."

"When you get back, I will cook you your favourite meal."

"And I can't wait."

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I watched as she moved in. I told her to take make herself comfortable. What I meant by the was I hope she plays with herself on my bed.

But she never did.

She never brought anyone back to my place and she was home every night like clockwork, so she wasn't going to someone's home.

She must be getting off in the shower. The poor thing must be frustrated. Well, that is all going to change when I get home.

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I was opening my front door, calling out her name. "You here? I got on an earlier flight." No noise. But that is due to being in the shower.

I played it off like she wasn't home as I went to my bedroom. I could hear the shower on in there.

I got undressed and grabbed a towel, and placed it over my shoulder. The scream she let out when she saw me standing there naked, almost brought a smirk to my face.

"Tyler?!"

I placed my towel around my waist but I saw her look down and her eyes were wide at the size of me.

"Shit. I got on an earlier flight. I thought you were out." I played it off as I turned away. I heard the shower turn off, and the shower door open.

"I am done anyways. Welcome home." She said to me as she walked past me. She gave me a kiss on the cheek as she closed the door behind her.

I saw that my shower head wasn't in its spot, but hanging down and the nozzle head setting has changed to pulsating. Well fuck me, so this is how she is getting off.

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That night, she made a wonderful homecooked meal, and we talked about anything.

"Now that you are home, I can sleep on the couch."

"Nonsense," I said. "My bed is big enough for the both of us."

"Only if you are sure."

"I am more than sure."

The first night we slept, it was fine. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt but I wanted to see more skin.

So, a few days later, I turned off my AC.

"Why is it so hot in here?" She was waving a hand in front of her face.

"AC is broken. Got someone coming in tomorrow." I said to her. I could see her looking me up and down. I was only in a pair of boxers, while she was in shorts and a t-shirt once more.

But I needed to see more skin. As the day went on, it was getting warmer and even I started to become irritable.

"I am gonna go take a cold shower." I told her, not able to take the heat anymore.

"Don't be surprised if I join you. That sounds wonderful." I knew she was joking, but I let her know that it was fine.

"Look, we are two grown adults. If you can't take the heat anymore. Join me in the shower." Was all I said as I headed down my washroom.

I was barely under the cool water, and she was already knocking on the door to come in. "Just so you know, I am naked." I called out.

The door swung open, and she was standing in her towel. "I don't care. I can't take the heat anymore. Move aside Tyler." And dropped her towel, and I did as she asked and stepped aside for her to get under the water.

The two of us were silent. I was looking her up and down, and she was trying not to look at me.

I couldn't help myself. I stepped closer and looked back as she felt how close I was. "Tyler," She softly said.

"Shh, it is okay." I placed my hands on her shoulders and started to massage her. She tensed up but then relaxed.

"Mmm, you have strong hands."

"They feel good?" A groan was my answer, which went straight to cock. I took another step forward, and she let out a soft gasp as she felt my hard cock poking her ass.

"Tyler, what are you doing?" She went to turn around to face me, but I held her in place. "Just trying to help you relax. I know you are frustrated with your washroom and now the AC."

I didn't let her know that I knew that her washroom was fixed and has been for a few days now.

"Besides, you will be going back to your place soon and I have to leave for England." I dropped my arms to my side and she turned around.

"I leave in two days' time, and by the time I am gone, you will be back in your place." I pulled her flush against my body. She placed her hands on my chest, but she didn't push me away. The cool water was cascading down our bodies.

I placed my head next to hers and nipped her ear before saying, "And you will go straight back to bringing random men home when I have been here along."

She gasped and pulled away, asking how I knew. "I am up early. You know I run every morning. I see them leaving your place."

"Oh." Then she got angry. "Is that why you are being so nice to me? So I will sleep with you?"

Yes. "No, of course not. I just know how frustrated you have been, and I am offering my body to you."

She scoffed and went to leave the shower, so I had to pull out the big guns. "I know your place has been fixed for a few days, yet you stay with me." That had her stopping in her tracks.

"How did you know?" She asked me as turned to look at me.

"The super told me. She said she had already told you."

"I just didn't want to be alone."

Silence.

"Look, I know you have been frustrated, and I have been too. Now, why don't we help each other out, and we can go back to being friends." I layed the offer on the table.

I waited for her to speak, but she didn't say a word as she got on her knees and gripped my cock at the base and started to jerk me off as she took me slowly into her mouth.

I placed my hands on the back of her head and took over. She gagged when the tip hit the back of her throat, but she worked through it until she had me completely down her throat.

"Oh fuck. Look at me gorgeous." My heated gaze connected with her teary eyes. "I am gonna fuck this throat, then your pussy and you are not gonna touch yourself. When you come, I want you to come all over my cock."

I gripped the side of her head and started to rock back and forth, barely pulling out of her sweet mouth.

The gagging and chocking noises had me right on the edge, and I had to pull out a few times to stop myself from finishing before I even get to fuck her.

She was gasping between each little break I gave her, but she took each thrust like a champ.

"Eyes on me." I growled out each and every time she went to close her eyes. I fucked her throat a bit harder than I intended and I knew it would be sore after, but that just made it so much hotter.

It was time to fuck her. I pulled out of her mouth and she gripped her throat as she gasped for air once more.

I helped her up and placed one of her legs around my waist as she gripped my shoulders.

I reached down between our bodies and gripped my cock and rubbed it against her pussy. Her eyes threatened the flutter close and they finally did when I slid inside of her.

My own eyes closed as I felt how warm and tight she was. "Fuck, your so fucking tight." My mouth was hanging open, trying to calm myself down before I make a fool of myself and finish before I really got a chance to fuck her.

"Tyler." She squealed when I started moving. I would pull out just enough to leave the tip in and then slam into her. She was biting her lip so hard that it was bleeding.

My pace quickened, and I couldn't hold back anymore, but this was becoming dangerous, but I had one thing I wanted to do before I switched positions.

I wrapped my hand around her throat. "Open." She shook her head no, so I squeezed a bit tighter. "I said open."

She opened her mouth, and I spit and then slammed my mouth against hers in a sloppy, messy kiss.

I pulled out of her, and to my delight, she whimpered. I sat down on the shower floor and patted my lap.

I gripped my cock once more as I helped her to sit on me. I bit my own lip when she sat down and took me even deeper.

"You feel like you are in my stomach." She groaned as she started to bounce on my lap.

"Fuck that is hot. Come on, gorgeous, ride me faster." I slapped her ass and she squealed, but she started to move faster.

I was close, and I knew she was to with her pussy was squeezing me, so I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her down against my chest and started to to thrust up into her.

My other hand went to her ass and slapped it a few times. I removed my arm from her waist, but she didn't move, and put my other hand on her other ass cheek and spread them.

"Gonna fuck your ass next." I said to her as I pushed two fingers inside her tight hole.

"Tyler!" Her back arched, just like I have seen it do so many times, and her pussy started to spasm around my cock.

She got so tight that I could hardly move. With a groan of her name, I came deep inside of her. Her body shook from the aftermath of what we just did.

"Next time?" She finally asked.

"Oh yeah. Maybe come in your mouth first, then your ass. Maybe take some photos for when I travel." She slapped my chest at that suggestion.

But as I was sitting on the plane to England, I couldn't help but think about all those photos and videos I took of us.

Her looking up at me, mouth wide open and filled with my cum, then her swallowing and showing me that it was gone.

Me sliding into her ass for the first time. The cum leaking out of her ass.

Maybe one day I will tell her that I placed cameras all over her apartment or a tracker on her car, but maybe not.

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whoslibby · 5 months

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neighbours

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

you lived in a small apartment block, there was only six flats so everyone knew everyone, it was lovely though. you lived by yourself though, you worked as a streamer all your neighbours knew and didn’t mind the noise too much as you tended to keep it down on week nights and wouldn’t stream too early into the morning on weekend.

you had just gone grocery shopping pulling up to the block of flats in your car seeing a u-haul truck in one of the parking spots. a few men walking around with cardboard boxes. someone would finally move in next door. the flat had been empty for the past few weeks.

you grabbed out your shopping as you headed up to your apartment trying to see who would be the new person on the block.

so far you just saw a lot of moving guys as you headed into your apartment putting the shopping away.

curiosity was beginning to get the best of you as the idea of meeting the new person who would live next to you. you stood at your front door, contemplating on going or not. ‘should I? what’s if he’s a dick? what’s if it’s a she and we’re besties?’ the many questions kept playing in your mind.

fuck it.

you left your apartment quickly the adrenaline of meeting someone who could be potentially a friend seemed good, or they could be a prick.. let’s not think about that though.

you walked briskly down the corridor to the apartment, the door wide open as you see the moving men leave for the day, you knocked on the apartment door that was open to let the person know you were there. you looked in seeing boxes upon boxes, two cats jumping around and a man.

the man was tall, definitely 6”2 or 6”3 it was hard to tell he was crouched over. he looked up at you, a yankees cap on and his hair slicked back a few soft curls poking out from the side. he had a husky look to him, mutton chops aswell, a look you didn’t normally like but suited him so well. but when you looked at him closer he was familiar, you couldn’t pin point it.

‘uh hi! i’m your next door neighbour!’ you say with a grin trying to make a good impression on the male. he walks over to you a grin of his own forming on his face as he put out his hand for you to shake. his hand quite bigger than yours as you shook it.

he looked you up and down, finding you of course stunning. ‘Jay but most people call me schlatt.’ he tells you pulling apart looking down at the pretty girl infront of him.

‘Oh shit you’re jschlatt?’ you say to him it finally clicking on who he was. ‘i’m a streamer aswell, god don’t think i’m some weird fan.’ you say instantly clarifying that you weren’t gonna be a weirdo.

‘really? i’ll have to check you out,’ he says his grin was somewhat enticing, you never noticed how good it looked in videos but being the reason he was grinning made you smile.

‘that sounds good,’ you smiled up at him. ‘i’m y/n I forgot to introduce myself.’ you say remembering your mistake.

‘pretty name for a pretty girl.’ he tells you obviously flirting which made a light blush taint your cheeks.

‘i best be off, nice meeting you.’ you say wanting to leave so you wouldn’t blush any more like a teenage girl infront of him.

‘course; nice meeting you.’ he said as you walked away throwing a small wave at him good bye before you headed into your apartment.

#jj talks #jschlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt #x reader #x you #jschlatt x you #schlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n

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darlingofpink · 11 months

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Things had gotten way too... s i l l y . . .

A tribute to publishing the 2nd/last chapter of my WH fanfiction!💕

Welcome Home - @/partycoffin

Neighbour, I Forgot to Introduce Myself! (Chapter 2) - @pplayz / @darlingofpink

✦Stay safe, stay patient, stay strong, stay... Determined, pinksterz!💕

#welcome home #tpc art gallery #welcome home julie #welcome home wally #welcome home puppet show #welcome home arg #julie x wally #art #ao3 #digital art #illustration #storybook #NIFTIM Welcome Home

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jellymeduza · 8 months

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I'm probably going to regret writing this as I rarely make non-Sims posts and get involved into political stuff, but I just feel I need to get this off my chest as it keeps bugging me more and more as time goes.

You see, I'm Polish and I see myself as a citizen of the global west. Most Polish people do. The thing is, we are too often put into "Eastern Europe" category by European and American journalists and scholars, which is something we don't identify with.

We speak of ourselves as Central Europeans. Unfortunately, you'll often find people on the Internet arguing that there's no such a thing as Central Europe - only Western and Eastern. If you want to go with this duality, then we'd call ourselves Western not Eastern (however the three groups division is better for describing the nations of Europe, imo).

There are also people who acknowlegde the existence of Central Europe but decide we're not that. Guess who is Central European according to them? Austrians! I've seen an article with Austria put into "Central Europe" bin and Poland, Czechia and Slovakia into "Eastern Europe" bin. Has the author seen a map? Czechia is Austria's northern neighbour. Moreover, Czechia, Slovakia and southern part of Poland were parts of Austrain Empire for crying out loud! So why? Because we're Slavic? Are Slavic people always eastern to you?

We argue that we don't feel eastern for many reasons - e.g. we use latin alphabet, our culture is Catholic Christianity based as opposed to Orthodox Christianity, we live literally in the central part of Europe. What we hear in return is that we're different from Germanic nations. Which like, duh, we are, obviously. But I can assure you average Pole is culturally and mentally closer to average German than to average Russian.

We find being called "Eastern European" offensive, frankly. It sounds to us as if somebody told us we are Russians. That's what Eastern Europe means to us - no human rights, violence and poverty. Now, some people in the west say that means we are Russphobic. I don't know, maybe we are. But you'd probably have similar views if generations of your nation had been subjects to Russian regime, be it tsar or USSR. So, naturally, when Russia attacked Ukraine we had great "disappointed but not surprised" mood.

Many of those people who refuse to call us Central Europeans (as if we aren't good enough to be called that) are progressives, which is quite baffling. If you are leftist and accept that e.g. trans people want to be called by correct pronouns and new names (rightfully so), why the hell can't you accept that we don't identify with Eastern Europe? Both matters are about who you are, how you see yourself and how you identify.

Another thing in a similar vein - it's tiring going abroad and hearing all the time "Oh, you're from Russia?" when people hear you speak in a Slavic language. I don't even know Russian language! This kind of behaviour carries the spirit of Pan-Slavism in Russian fashion - all Slavic nations should be united, but once they would be united, they all would become Russians.

ETA: Another thing I wanted to complain about but I forgot (because this post got quite long) is the depiction of Slavs in pop culture, especially Hollywood movies. They often show Slavs as baddies with thick accent, which is probably a remnant of cold war times. So what we usually get is some kind of token Slav (quite often shown as an ignorant violent drunkard) that is a Russian, because they can't tell us apart and most likely don't even care to create diverse Slavic characters. Even if some non-Russian Slavs are introduced in those media, they still carry Russian traits, like the accent which is pretty different for Polish language and Russian language. And those non-Russian Slavs often speak Russian instead of their correct language. Sometimes it gets even worse as they show Hungarians as Slavs. Like what??? Dude, Hungarians are not even Indo-European. Come on, Hollywood! You can do better than that! /End ETA

Maybe the reason for this kind of division is related to the fact that we were on the eastern part of the Iron Curtain. Nevertheless, it's been over 30 years since the Curtain fell. During this time countries of Central Europe have joined NATO and EU. Our economy looks quite different than it had during communism. We've changed mentally too! More than a generation of people have been born after the fall of communism in Poland - some people born in the 90s already have children on their own. That's two generations!

So, please next time when you hear someone speak Slavic language, don't assume they speak Russian, for God's sake! Just ask them if you have to - just like you'd ask a person about their gender.

This is written from my perspective, so it might differ for other Central European Slavs - Czechs, Slovaks. I'm also curious how similar or different are views of Lithuanians, Latvians and Estonians.

As for the Central Europe discourse, I've read an article of Ukrainian journalist, who argued that the war might lead to Ukrainians identifying as Central Europans as well to strengthen the opposition between Ukrainian nation and Russian nation. That's another thing I'm curious of - how common is that opinion among Ukrainians?

Now I leave you be and go back to simming stuff.

#non sims #geopolitics #kind of

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ramonag-if · 1 year

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[Its just me ramblin about the new chapter you dont have to post this or even read this... this got longer than intended]

'Fuck'

Thats what I said out loud when I read the scene with dear mom cause damn even I was flabbergasted. Like I read the random crumbs from Patreon readers so I thought I could handle it but... I could not.

Honestly, if it was me, I dont think I could handle a conversation with her after the prison break, I would probs be balling my eyes out behind my friends, my buddies, my homies [I wanted to read the friendship scenes] cause that was one hell of a talk I would not willingly be in. Like she only thought about fixing the relationship when she saw you in Ishari. AND she brought her kid with her!!! How could you do that??!?! You didnt speak to your kid for 20 YEARS and you thought it was the best time to introduce each other.

It may sound weird but I also never thought Ahlf was a bad dad. He just seemed like a regular asian dad to me. Emotionally constipated, but at least still tries to push thru the constipation you know. Doesn't really succeed but he broke out a sweat. A+ for effort.

My god, Salyra... How was it possible to never even mention your kid in 20 years? I couldnt even shut up about my dog to some random strangers. And it wasn't even my dog, it was my neighbours! The best shih tzu you could ask for honestly. So glad 7 year old me took shitty photos of her that ended up being developed by accident and till this day is still stored in my family photo album.

I dont think I would be able to sit thru the meeting with Salyra there lmao, I probs would bring Crown in as my emotional support animal. Maybe he can give Salyra a good hard glare for making MC go thru this shit.

I wonder how our family in Vinia would take the information? Damn, author you really made me go thru so much in one chapter. You really did a great job writing. I'm sorry for this long ass post, I forgot it's 1 Feb and didn't prepare myself emotionally.

I shall read and answer this because I do love rambling myself 😋😆

I really do love complicated parents in fiction and I really wanted people to realise that not everything is quite clear cut, especially since for many, Ahlf was the somewhat worse of the parents considering his reluctance in becoming a father.

Salyra definitely made mistakes and in a way, she might be a little too hopeful for a huge happy reunion with the MC. She isn't quite aware of what the NC went through, so all she sees is just an older version of the 5 year old child she left behind 😅

You definitely will get to see the Vinia family react to Salyra by Part 3 😊 They'll all be feeling some sort of way, mostly the MC's uncle because Salyra's decision to remain in Ishari routine really hit him hard 👀

Thank you for the long post!

#crown of exile #answered asks #chapter 5 spoilers #salyra

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taylover98 · 11 months

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✍🏽 OPEN LATTER TO TAYLOR SWIFT:

Hi! I introduce myself, my name is Sofía Im 25 years old from Argentina 🇦🇷. I've been swiftie since 2009/2008 I guess it's been a lot time ago in those time when internet wasn't a big omnipresent thing jaja so I can't really remember how and when I hear you for the first time. Anyways, YOU more than anyone can realise that your fame and fans an music and numbers grown so fast the last year's 📈 and of course I'm so proud of you and I love that people know you music appreciate your lyrics and stop see us like stupids little and immature girls like was the whole decade of 2010-19. Even a lot of girls that I know and bullied me for listen pop now wants to go tu your show y Buenos Aires and A LOT of Boys that made fun of my friends and I NOW will or want to go or listen your music.... ☺️🔪 I love your recently massive fame BUT I'm honest it hurts me and put me in disadvantage bc now I have to fight with more than 1.000K persons that wants to go to the show! Rich persons, persons that started to hear you in 2020, I even think that MY WHOLE FAMILY deserve go to the show for sing and listen yours songs since 2008/9.

Tomorrow is the day. I'm honest, my family is kinda poor media class is luxury for us the tickets of 40.000 in 6 dues will cost us A LOT we doesn't even have credit card ☠️ my neighbour will borrow hers ♥️

My point is, I hope go to the show with my familia, I hope every swiftie thats share time with you since little girls 🪻 have the opportunity I hope Taylors Nation do a investigation and can gif this girls something and the experience we've been waiting for more than 10 year's!!!! I'm SO glad your visit ✨ it's like a dream come true, I felt like a 9 year old girl again with a 13 in her hand and the dream of every dress you wore with the perception of you like a truly princess 💗🥹 I re born somehow a trip to the past.

🫂 Hope you enjoy the journey and come back again, choose us again. Think about your old fans and poor fans and fans that live in Argentina but far to Buenos Aires. This is the real world only the persons who have money can do anything to go. A privilege world. So I trust you and your team and I hope and know somehow some girls have the tickets that they deserve 🫶🏼

I love you Taylor, I'm so grateful for your music it helped me so much in a lot of bully, loneliness, sad, struggle times.

Enjoy Latinoamérica ✨🪻

Sofi.-

P.s: TAYLOR LPM I FORGOT IM PHOTOJOURNAL SO IF YOU CAN GIVE ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO TAKE PICTURES IN YOUR SHOW IT WOULD BE AWESOME 🫂🫶🏼🥹

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musicshylover · 2 years

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Clover love - Chapter 1

Pairing: Cha Hyun-Su x reader

Sorry for taking so long to publish this chapter! I feel a little unsatisfied with the end product so I hope the next few chapters will be better! 🥺 Hope everyone is doing well and wishing all of you a great 2022!

“Where do you want to place this box?” asked the girl with red hair as she looked at you.

The red-haired girl, Yoon Jisu, was helping you to move in to your new house in the green house apartment. You both have known each other for awhile now and Jisu was the one that introduced you to the place.

“Right here! Thank you!” You told the girl as she moved towards you.

“This is the last of it right?” Jisu asked as she used her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead.

Smiling at her, you nodded before looking around your new home. This is the first time you have a place all to yourself and you felt excited to start living in this new place, leaving those sad memories of the past behind.

You handed Jisu a bottle of water and thanked her for taking time to help you out. She patted your head softly before replying, “Of course! Dun worry about it!”

She has always been the older sister figure for you and you felt thankful to still have her in your life despite what happened to the both of you in the past.

After awhile of chatting with Jisu, she went back to her own apartment as you start unpacking some of the things from the boxes. You lived in 1409 while she lives one floor above yours.

After a while of unpacking, you wanted to go and explore the apartment so you stepped out of the apartment.

As you walked out of the apartment, you noticed the security guard standing in front of the door opposite of yours, room 1410.

“Mr Kim?” You called out to him and as he turned to you, you felt a chill ran down your spine as you saw the way he is smiling and how his nose was stuffed with tissue due to his nosebleed.

“Oh! Good afternoon, Ms (l/n)!” He said as he continued smiling creepily at you. On reflex, you took a step back when he tried to approach you.

And as you tried to move back further, you felt your back touched someone’s chest.

You whipped your head around and looked at the boy that was standing behind you. If you were to be honest, he’s quite good looking and for some reason, he looked quite familiar. It was like the world has stopped around you as you continued staring at the boy. He was the first to break eye contact as he averted his eyes shyly away from you. He is not used to being stared at by a cute girl.

“What are you doing?” It was the sound of his voice that break you out of your daze. He looked at you then over to the creepy security guard.

“I asked you to come by the office earlier on but I guess you forgot. You need to fill out a registration document!” Mr Kim told him as he moved closer to the both of you. You quickly excused yourself back to your room before the boy could reply as you felt uneasy about the security guard.

After closing the door, you lean against the door, thinking about the boy that so happens to be your new neighbour.

You heard a loud sound from outside your door which caused you to look out through the peephole which you saw the security guard trying to force open the door of your new neighbour.

Luckily the boy managed to get the security guard to let go of his door after awhile. However, the security guard continued standing outside his door and only left after awhile. You heaved a sigh of relief after ensuring that he really left.

You stayed in your apartment and for some reason you mind keep drifting back to the boy living opposite you.

He looked around your age so maybe he could be your first friend in the apartment besides Jisu. You prepared some dinner and decided to try to get to know him better. You knocked on his door and when he opened the door, he was quite surprised to see you. He looked curiously at you as he was not expecting to see you at his door. “Hello! I didn’t get to introduce myself properly previously, I am (y/n) (l/n) and I just moved into room 1409 today, so we are going to be neighbours from today onwards! Nice to meet you!”

A small blush crept onto Hyun-Su’s cheeks as he looked at you who was standing cutely in front of his door. In school, nobody would ever bother approaching him or even initiate a conversation with him so he was not expecting a cute girl like you to introduce yourself to him. “What’s your name?” You spoke up again, realising that he was deep in thoughts.

“Cha…Cha Hyun-Su…” His reply was soft and he quickly averted his eyes to the ground.

Smiling softly at him, you asked if he had already eaten his dinner and when he shook his head, you brought out the food that you have prepared in containers. “Can we eat together?”

Hyun-Su looked up at you, surprised by your request but when he sees your warm smile, he couldn’t stop himself from saying yes, so he nodded his head as he moved out of the way to let you into his apartment.

As you both eat the meal, you asked him several questions to get to know him better. You noticed that he is a very quiet person but he seems like a nice boy. He is very shy as well as he blushes every time you smiled at him.

For the next few days, you managed to get closer to him and you realised that he eats a lot of instant noodles, so you tried your best to always make extra food for him. You were slowly getting use to this new environment, and you felt contented with it.

However, unbeknownst to you, this is only the calm before the storm. A long horrifying and tough journey awaits you…

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itsthe-neo-zone · 3 years

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[03:18PM] ~ Park Jongseong x Reader, Apocalypse au

You didn’t want to live with the misery of regretting everything.

But that all went out the window as soon as the apocalypse began.

2 weeks, it’s been 13 whole days and 12 nights since the whole world decided to end itself.

The reason? An outbreak, a malicious deadly disease terraforming the earth in its own way. Killing everyone and everything with it. And when you say terraforming you mean turning us all against each other.

You regretted waking up that Wednesday morning, regretted getting out of bed, not hugging your mother in your arms longer and giving your family a proper farewell.

You were in school when it happened your district sounding the sirens, mid-week morning meaning you were in the dinner halls, you heard the sirens and all hell broke loose, the diners small tv monitor picked up an emergency broadcast.

Shaking your head subconsciously you drifted your mind away from what happened. It had been difficult thinking the past few days, even eating was becoming a luxury at times.

Like now, you’ve been wandering empty suburb streets looking for something to sustain yourself, where you were looked to be like a neighbouring district, but you weren’t sure, the sign posts were all ripped down to make any form of defence weapon, supplies were scarce at this point.

The scent on you was horrid but not as putrid as the stench of rotting corpses filing the earth. You stopped turning to look around you. The street was dusted with ruined houses all damaged and crumbled to the grounds.

Maybe you could crash into an abandoned one, maybe there was food and maybe you’d finally be able to use an actual bathroom. Your stomach grumbled with delight at the thought of food.

As you were about to pull the rusting metal rod in your hand towards the nearest property you heard a shrieking ear deafening pop,

The blood hit your brain, adrenaline began quickly building up inside you, like a band slowly stretching about to snap, your heart rattling in your chest. It tightened slightly. You swayed slightly from the shock of adrenaline hitting your numb body.

You swiftly turned to see nothing behind you but a pelleted bullet, someone around you had a weapon, and their target? You.

You began seeing the blurred edges of your sight return a sign to take response. Fight or flight. You chose the latter feeling weaker than expected. Heading outwards past the last few properties your best hope was to lose your hunter out in the wilderness.

Brushing past leaves twigs and the thicket of the edges of the lush greenery you low down once you’re no longer hearing bullets trailing after you. It was quiet

Almost too quiet to be normal. You push yourself up against a tree, straining your breath to regulate faster than it should. You regretted being stupid to do that too as you felt the persisting tickle at the back of your throat.

It let a much needed cough to begin crawling up your oesophagus. Shutting your eyes for a moment you stiffened your lips slightly holding it back. Why now of all times, you’d been surviving fine…

You could hear a slight crunch of foliage under careful feet, slowly creeping up on you.

You’d be done for this time if they did have a weapon. Trembling fingers dug into the metallic rod in your palms, they’d make indents from how hard you were gripping.

Feeling your chest tighten a little. The metal was starting to feel slippery in between clammy fingers but you held it to your face keeping your stance ready.

You were scared, no, terrified even. But that didn’t mean you were going to give up so easily. You wanted to survive, you had to.

Ironic.

A few weeks you were ready to give up on life itself.

As you sighed, you prepared to turn and show yourself but as you made a move you felt something restrict your breath and pull you away from the edge of the tree. You didn’t have your hand on your mouth though.

It was a foreign feeling but it was something you greeted with open arms, it was warm, and you forgot the caress of another on your cold stiff body.

Caress of another? It wasn’t my hands.

Gunshots sounded across the clearing you hid from. Disturbing screeches of birds fleeted from above. A harsh thump fell to the floor. A limp body.

But it wasn’t yours. You still had a chance.

Eyes widening, you registered the figure behind you keeping you hold in a strong grip.

The surging boost of energy you had left pushed you to kick with your feet. Backwards tripping up your attacker. The gunshots stopped but you were sure it was them, not just one but 2, maybe more…

The figure fell back unable to balance themselves but you were pulled back, you pushed yourself out of their hold, they pulled away regained their stance before attacking you from your side,

the male twisted his arm around your head and the other at your waist holding your arms down. He was agile and had strength but you managed to be faster. Quickly thinking, you moved.

Digging your elbow into their side hitting them right beneath their rib cage.

Bingo,

you heard a slight grunt they pushed away from you trying to recover.

You turned grabbing the rod, eyes shaking to survey the sight before you. It was just one, you swing your arms back getting ready to attack.

“Stop!” A strained call out towards your direction, but you faltered, it wasn’t for you? He directed it behind you falling back slightly. You turned to see another male.

Eyes trained like he was about to pounce on his prey. What was more horrifying was the gun now in his hold pointed directly at you.

“Don’t, Jake, she’s harmless.”

His arms stayed firmly ahead of him holding the weapon. “Harmless my ass, you were about to lose your head,” his fingers wavered.

“Just listen to me.” The guy stood up. You noticed the tattered and beaten up clothes they wore, rips and smears all over each article. Dried blood splattered across parts of their body. Judging by the colour it wasn’t from today.

The combat boots the two wore made you think twice about setting down your weapon as you remained in your stance.

But their eyes and faces showed different,

They were anxious, in pain, alert like you.

“Idiot.” He dropped his arms. Mumbling before walking towards the other who was now slowly guiding himself down by supporting himself on the tree.

His face was etched with strain. And for a second you felt a pang of regret. You shrugged the feeling away watching the two converse.

“Are you survivors?” you swayed slightly, pressing forward kept your feet stable you regrated the shakiness your voice had, first people you spoke to in a while and you sound like you were about to cry.

“Just barely,” one huffed, “As I said he was about to lose his head.” The one named Jake turned from tending to his friend and shot you a dirty glare.

Jakes eyes were intense and focused, he didn’t flit nor shy away. Pressing further. You subconsciously step back, eyes looking past him and towards his friend.

“I had to protect myself.” You pull your arms downwards stepping out of the position and lowering your guard slightly.

“Mhm, sure.” He muttered. He turned back lifting the others shirt. A long tear in the seamless skin ran down the males side. It wasn’t bleeding, it looked like it was an old scar. Just barely healed.

“You’re, fine,”

“She had, shit, every right to do that.” The other caught his breath then spoke.

“Right.” Jake pressed his lips into a thin line. It looked like he wasn’t having any of that, his jaw clenched, he was stopping himself from speaking any further.

Standing up and walking past you. He glanced at you up and down before moving back to the clearing.

“Sorry about that,” the boy sitting at the bottom of the tree pushed himself to try getting to his feet, you stared cautiously your fingers tingling to help him, so now you were starting to get your humanity back? Where was this feeling a few days ago?

The fliting sound of slipping feet against the rough terrain is what brought your focus back as you moved to assist him. He groaned.

His eyes caught yours, cautious and foreign, was this just the way he looked at people him or was he anxious to be around you.

“I’ll … uh.” Your hand waivered, before holding his free arm. “I’ll help you.”

“Um… Thanks.” He nodded clenching his jaw he pushed himself up with your help.

“I’m jay.” His lips pressed into a thin line the edges pushing upwards slightly as he nodded, he stayed silent for a second. You figured out this was an introduction a few seconds late, sucking in a quick breath you mumbled.

“Ah i- yeah…. I’m _____ .” your face tensed up. Jay flashed you a lopsided smile.

“Sorry about earlier, I had to make sure you didn’t interfere while Jake finished up with—uh…”

“Were you the—” you paused. How were you going to ask him if he was the one that was chasing you. How do you word that without sounding weird. “the… I was—”

“You mean the gunshots?” he mumbled.

You quickly nodded giving yourself a mini headache at the fast movement.

“No, we were… in the distance, yeah, when we heard the sound. Just me and Jake.” He lead you to the clearing.

You were slowly introduced into the new space, you watched Jake push the body dressed in black to the side. There was someone following you his face hidden beneath the mask.

“Found all this.” He kicked at the floor with his foot. “shit thing is he’s probably a trained assassin.” He nodded towards the pile of weaponry. “All in his bag, some on him,”

Jake stood up facing Jay. “We need to fucking leave, where there’s one there’s always more.” He lifted a few small items. Something that looked like a smaller loaded gun, testing its scope he tucked it into his pocket.

“Here, take that.” He threw a shielded knife at jay and grabbed a larger gun and handed it to the male next to you.

“lets go.” He walked past Jay and farther out.

As Jay turned he caught your eyes, he saw the anxious glimmer, the shiver you tried to hid and the fact that your fingers were digging in to your palm.

“Our chances of survival are bigger…” he stated. It cut you out of the worry trail your brain was starting to follow,

“Together than apart.”

You caught his eyes. Jay was trying to be as friendly as he could, you could see a glimmer of hope, something you lost within the first 3 days.

“Are you-, I’m sorry I’m a bit confused right— shit, I’ll just ask… are you asking me to…”

“You should come with us.” You silently thanked him for putting you out of your misery. Shocked he was asking you this. And relieved to have met people you could somewhat trust.

“What?”

“HEY! Hurry up if you want to fucking live dude!” Jake was already way ahead.

“Gimme a second!” he sighed, calling out.

“I was wondering if you wanted to join us. That is if you’re not with anyone right now.”

You could almost cry from the surge of relief you felt. It was almost draining the life out of you fending for yourself. And night-time was when it got its worst alone. No more going crazy talking to yourself.

“Yeah, that would be great.” You voiced out, he smirked, hearing your voice so relieved.

“Glad to hear.” He nodded towards the direction they were headed. Leading you further ahead.

“Do you know how to wield a gun?”

You shook your head.

“I’ll teach you don’t worry.”

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(thinking of truning this idea into a fic what do you think?)

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parkerslatte · 3 years

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Years Passed [Chapter Two]

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Part Summary: Spencer and Emily question Y/N about her missing neighbour.

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CHAPTER TWO: RECOGNITION

Many different emotions were flowing through Y/N as she stared up at the man she thought she would never see again. From the looks of it, he recognised her too but like Y/N, he didn’t say anything. It had been thirteen years since she had last seen Spencer and she had never even heard from him since she walked out of their shared apartment. There were times when Y/N wondered if he still worked for the FBI - now she had her answer.

“I’m SSA Emily Prentiss and this is Doctor Spencer Reid.” The woman introduced as they both presented their badges.

Of course Y/N knew who Spencer was but she wasn’t going to say anything about it. It was clear that they were here for an important reason, that reason being unknown at this moment in time.

“Would we be able to come in and ask you a few questions?” Emily asked.

“About what?” Y/N questioned, still shielding her apartment behind her door. She didn’t exactly want two FBI agents to come into her house especially when Harper was just in her bedroom.

“We need to ask you some questions about your neighbour Ava Pierce?” Emily said.

“Ava?” Y/N questioned, “Why do you need to talk to me about Ava?”

“She has recently gone missing and you were the last person she contacted.” Spencer spoke up for the first time.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, “Of course come in, whatever questions you have I’ll try my best to answer.”

Y/N opened her door wider and allowed Spencer and Emily to walk in. As they stepped in, Y/N took note of Spencer’s eyes scanning around her apartment. His eyes lingered on her painting and photographs a little too long at times. Y/N led them over to the couch and they sat down while Y/N sat in the armchair opposite.

“So what do you need to ask me?” Y/N questioned.

“How did you know Ava?” Emily asked.

“Well we’re friends, I moved back here six months ago and she helped me settle in. Anything I needed help with I could go to her and it’s the same with me.” Y/N explained.

“Why did she contact you at six in the morning?” Emily questioned.

“Well she needed a house sitter as she was going to be away for a few days. She forgot to ask anyone else so she phoned me.”

“Do you know why she was going away?” Spencer asked.

Y/N shook her head, “No, she never said, all she said was that she would be gone for a few days if I worried about her.”

“Did anything seem off with Ava? Did she sound panicked?”

Y/N thought back to her phone call with Ava.

Y/N hummed along to the music playing at a quiet volume to not disturb Harper. Currently Y/N was packing Harper's lunch for school like she did everyday. As Y/N zipped up the lunch bag, her phone started to ring. Without looking at who was calling, Y/N picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?” Ava’s voice came through the phone.

“Ava? It's odd that you’re calling me at this time, I’m surprised you’re not asleep.” Y/N joked.

Ava let out a breathy laugh from the other end of the phone, “Yeah I’m shocked with myself too, but I need to ask you a big favour.”

“What is it?”

“Could you house sit for me for a few days? I realised that I forgot to ask anyone else.” Ava said.

“Of course I will,” Y/N said, “Are you going anywhere?”

“I don’t know.” Ava said quietly.

“You don’t know?” Y/N questioned.

“Yeah,” Ava said quickly, “My friends are planning a long weekend away for me but I don’t know where we’re going.”

“Well have fun won’t you?” Y/N said.

“I will,” Ava said, “Bye Y/N.”

“Bye Ava, make sure you-”

The phone was cut off before Y/N could finish speaking.

“Now that I think about it, she did sound off,” Y/N said, “She said she didn’t know where she was going and that her friends were taking her away on a long weekend. She didn’t sound too excited about it though, she sounded nervous and scared.”

“She must’ve been with the person who took her,” Emily said, “If she called you then her captor must’ve not wanted you to draw suspicions as to where she went.”

“Wait,” Y/N said, breathing in deeply, “She was with the person who took her when she phoned me. I could’ve done something-”

“Mummy! Are we going to the park now?” Harper said, coming into the room.

Y/N put a smile on her face for Harper’s sake as she walked over to her.

“Yes we will but can you do something for me?” Y/N asked and Harper nodded, “Could you take my phone and ring Melanie and tell her that we’ll be a little late. I just have to finish talking to these people and then we’ll go.”

Harper turned around and noticed the two people sitting on the couch. Immediately she shrunk into Y/N’s side, “Who are you?”

“Harper, these two people work for the FBI, they help catch bad guys,” Y/N answered, not wanting to go into detail about their job.

Y/N noticed that Spencer gave Harper a small smile so as not to seem threatening. Harper stepped away from Y/N and gave Spencer a small smile back.

“Now can you go to your room and call Melanie like I asked?” Y/N questioned, pressing a small kiss to the side of Harper’s head.

“Yes mum.” Harper said before taking Y/N’s phone and heading back into her room.

“Sorry about that.” Y/N apologised

“There’s no need to apologise,” Emily said, “And there is no reason to blame yourself for this. You couldn’t have known that Ava was with her abductor.”

Y/N sighed, “I know but it doesn’t stop me from feeling any less guilty.”

Spencer and Emily shared a look before they both stood up from Y/N’s couch, “Thank you for answering our questions Ms. L/N. You’ve been a big help.” Y/N only nodded slightly. “We’ll show ourselves out.”

Y/N stood up from her seat and turned to face out of the window. She couldn’t believe that Ava was taken and she was with her abductor when she called her. Y/N couldn’t help but feel guilty about it, she knew that there was nothing she could have done but the guilt still resided within her.

“Are you okay?” Spencer questioned.

Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin, turning around to face Spencer with her hand on her heart, “Spencer! You nearly scared the life out of me.”

“Sorry.” He apologised sincerely.

“I thought you were seeing yourself out?” Y/N questioned.

“I was but I wanted to check up on you.” Spencer stated.

Y/N couldn’t help but let a small smile appear on her lips, “Ever the selfless person Spencer Reid.”

“So you do remember me?” Spencer said, a grin forming on his face.

“How could I ever forget you Dr, Reid?” Y/N said.

“It’s good to see you,” Spencer commented, “You look good.”

Y/N noticed a tinge of red spread across his face after he gave her the compliment, “Thank you Spencer, you look good too. What has it been, like thirteen years?”

“Thirteen years, four months and fifteen days.” Spencer answered.

“Wow, okay, that’s very specific.” Y/N said.

Spencer cleared his throat, “Are you okay?”

Y/N sighed, “I will be, I just hope you catch this bastard who took Ava.”

“We will,” Spencer said and rummaged through his bag. He pulled out a piece of paper with a number written on it and handed it to Y/N, “Call if you remember anything else that could help us with the investigation.”

Y/N took the slip of paper and looked down at it, “This is your number?” Spencer nodded.

Looking down at the number written on the slip of paper, Y/N couldn’t help but let her heart swell slightly. It was the same phone number he had thirteen years ago. It was as if Y/N’s mouth worked separately from her brain as she spoke her next words.

“Would you mind if I use it for something other than this investigation? What if I wanted to catch up with an old friend?” As soon as the question left Y/N’s mouth, she wanted to retract it immediately.

“Then I will eagerly be awaiting your call.” Spencer said, trying to repress a small smile.

“Mummy!” Harper yelled from her room.

“I think I should go and see to Harper,” Y/N said, “You can see yourself out right?”

“Oh yeah, I can.” Spencer said.

“I’ll see you soon Spencer.”

***

When Y/N and Harper met up with Melanie and Toby at the park, Melanie could tell that something was wrong with Y/N immediately. As soon as Harper and Toby ran to the park to play, Melanie turned to Y/N.

“Right, so what’s up with you?” Melanie questioned.

Y/N was taken back by the question, “What? There’s nothing up with me.”

“Then why do you look so distant?” Melanie questioned, “And why did Harper call me saying that there were two BFI people in your house. I definitely know that she meant FBI.”

Y/N sighed, “My neighbour Ava, well she’s gone missing and the FBI came to question me about it,” Y/N explained, “I was the last person she contacted and she was with her abductor when she called me.”

“Oh, Y/N I’m sorry.” Melanie said, sympathy flooding her eyes.

“I guess there wasn’t much I could have done but I can’t help but think there was, y’know?” Y/N said and Melanie nodded her head, “I just hope that they find her.”

“They will, that’s what the FBI do.” Melanie said.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah a team of FBI agents that my ex-boyfriend is a part of.”

Melanie’s eyes went wide, “What? Why did you never tell me that you had an ex-boyfriend who worked for the FBI?”

“It never came up in conversation,” Y/N commented, “He was one of the agents who showed up at my house.”

“No way!” Melanie said, “Did he say anything?”

“Not at first,” Y/N said, “He stuck around after they were done questioning me and we had a conversation, he gave me his number in case that there was anything else I remembered that could help them with the investigation...and I might’ve accidentally asked him if I could use the number if I ever wanted to hand out with him.”

“You didn’t…” Melanie said.

“I did,” Y/N sighed, “I don’t know why I did it. I just haven’t seen him in thirteen years and I guess it was nice to see him again.”

“Was it nice to see him again or nice to look at him again?” Melanie questioned, a smirk growing on her face.

Y/N felt her face heat up, “Shut up,” She nudged her friend, “It was nice to see him.”

“Mm-hm, I believe you…” Melanie trailed off.

“I really don’t know why I did it,” Y/N said, “Considering that I don’t know if he has a family of his own and what the time of year is… it was stupid of me to ask him.”

Melanie placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, “Y/N, you didn’t ask him to marry you, you only asked him if he wanted to hang out as friends and catch up, that’s perfectly normal for two people who haven’t seen each other in years,” Melanie said, “And for the time of year, you can choose if you feel up to going out with him, remember you don’t have to if you don’t feel up to it.”

Y/N only nodded before turning to face the park where Harper and Toby were playing on the swings - or attempting to.

“Mummy - come and help me please!” Harper called out.

Y/N chuckled to herself before turning to Melanie, “If I’m going to get sand in my shoes, so are you, come on.”

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amymel86 · 3 years

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I do NOT want to be that person but are there any snippets from anything you could or would like to give us, cause our little addiction is having a bit of a withdrawal? #crackheadforyourjonsafic 😅

lol honestly, anon - please BE that person because I jump at any chance for external validation lbr...

So this is a little something from a fic I'm working on. It's a modern, college au but Sansa was raised by Lysa who is a devout follower of The Maiden. No Robb, Cat died giving birth to Sansa. Sansa doesn't know who her father is. A few of the scenes I have in mind are inspired by a horror film but there's no demonic possession or r*pist priest in this one - don't worry!

The nervous excitement had soured. Sansa blinks down at the little ceramic statue of The Maiden and the prayer book that lay atop her clothes in her suitcase.

She had not been the one to put them there.

A vibration in her cardigan pocket jumpstarts her heart into an erratic beat. She can guess who might be calling; either Aunt Lysa or Father Baelish.

“Why haven’t you called?”

Sansa resists the urge to chew on her thumbnail. “I’ve only just arrived, Aunt Lysa, I was going to-“

“Your coach arrived three hours ago.”

“I had to wait to be shown my room allocation. It was very busy. And I wanted to get unpacked-“

“You left your prayer book and Maiden, Sansa.”

“I-“ Sansa stared at the reflection of herself in the full length mirror hung on her dorm room wardrobe door. Going to college, getting away from her Aunt and her overbearing ways was meant to be a new start for Sansa; a way to finally experience some of the world – something that was her own.

There was no use arguing with her though. “Yes, Aunt Lysa,” she said, turning away from the mirror. “I forgot them, I’m sorry.”

There’s a long-suffering sigh from the phone and Sansa can quite clearly picture her Aunt standing in the old, beige hallway, receiver to her ear while she fusses with her own Maiden statue that she keeps on the telephone table, on top of one of her more elaborate handmade doilies. Going to college has been the first thing that her Aunt has let her do for herself – it’s the first thing that Aunt Lysa hasn’t had control over.

“You are getting more and more like your mother.”

It should be meant as a compliment – it is not.

Sansa has heard the comparison time and time again – she’s seen photographs of her mother who passed away when Sansa was born. She always looks so beautiful and kind in those old photos. But that’s not what Aunt Lysa is referring to.

Promiscuous

Immoral

Wanton

Whore

That is what Aunt Lysa means when she compares Sansa to her mother.

“Those places are full of temptation and sin, Sansa. Your mother was led away from her faith and went all too willingly-“

“It’s not like that, Aunt Lysa, it’s-“

“No, no,” she mutters in response, “Father Baelish and I discussed this at length and we really do think that you should return and-“

Sansa’s eyes began to sting. “Please,” she begs softly, “please don’t make me come back. I promise I’ll be good. I promise you don’t need to worry about me.”

The dorm room door clicks open making Sansa spin around. A pretty girl with brown, wavy hair flashes a smile as she lugs the biggest suitcase Sansa has ever seen over the threshold.

“I have to go Aunt Lysa,” Sansa hurriedly whispers down the phone, breaking off the call.

“Hi!” the new girl in her room says with a grin as she dumps her bags. “I’m Margaery! We’re roommates I guess!”

“I’m Sansa,” she squeaks, possibly all too quickly. Should she extend her hand to shake? That’s what you do when you meet people at the Sept on Sundays. But her palms are a little sweaty. No-one wants to shake a sweaty hand. Sansa worries the skirt of her floral dress, still wondering what she should be doing to make a good first impression.

Margaery, on the other hand has turned her back on her and is rooting around in her bag for something. She wears the shortest denim shorts Sansa has ever seen. Aunt Lysa would pitch a fit and would probably make Sansa scrub the floorboards of the whole house andthe Sept if she’d ever even dreamt about wearing anything like that.

“Welcome drink?!”Margaery spins ‘round excitedly after apparently finding what it was she was looking for; a bottle of Wildling Vodka.

Sansa’s cheeks are hot. “Oh! I... Um...” She’s worrying her skirt again and shakes her head to decline.

Margaery’s smile dims a little and her eyes slide down Sansa’s frame to take in her long floral dress and then to the Maiden statue and prayer book out on the desk. “Alright,” she says, her lips twitching. “That’s cool...uh, I’m gonna... I’m gonna go introduce myself to our neighbours on this floor.”

Sansa watches her new roommate sashay out of the room, bottle in hand and lets out a long breath. It’s probably what she should be doing too, right? Being sociable?

Creeping over to the open door, Sansa peeps into the hallway. Most students are arriving today, although some seem to have been here yesterday too. There’s all manner of person milling about – lugging bags and boxes, hanging posters on doors, blasting music from their open dorm room doors.

“Theon! No!”someone screams and then laughs hysterically. It makes Sansa jump and turn to see a boy lifting her roommate, Margaery over his shoulder and attempt to run down the hall with her.

Sansa watches him sprint a little way down the hall while Margaery squeals and giggles. All Sansa can do is stare after them... until the door to the next dorm over opens and a shirtless guy leans against the frame. His dark hair was wet and he had a towel around the back of his neck. He shakes his head at the ruckus but his lips look as though they’re fighting back a smile. Sansa’s gaze dips and she feels hot all over as she takes in the lean muscle and smooth skin – the trail of dark hair that travels southward from his navel, disappearing inside his shorts.

What are you doing?! What are you doing?! What are you doing?!

You are getting more and more like your mother.

Her eyes snap up to find the shirtless guy looking at her. Her skin feels ablaze with guilt and her heart is pumping painfully. He gives her a soft sort of smile but all Sansa can do is squeak and slam the door shut.

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Different Worlds-Fred Weasley x Muggle! Reader

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Requested by anonymous: 'Could you do a Fred Weasley after the war imagine (where he doesn’t die) and he falls in love with a muggle'

Summary: (Y/N) may be a muggle, but she was introduced to the hidden magical world once she realised her best friend was a witch. Years later, after they have both graduated, she finds herself drawn towards the magic, as well as a particular person.

Characters: Fred Weasley x Reader, George Weasley x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Lots and lots of fluff

(A/N: Beatrice is a made up character)

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As I stirred the milk into the mug of tea, I continued listening to Beatrice babble on about the rude man on the train, who had insisted that she was sat in his seat, when she had clearly reserved it. I smiled, picking up the mugs and heading back into the living room, handing one to her. She blew on it, testing how hot it was before taking a tiny sip.

“But anyway, enough about twats in London.” Bea waved her hand.“I’ve got some exciting news!”

“Yeah? What is it?” I put down my own mug, ready to squeal and jump about with her.

“You know that shop I had my eye on?”

“The one in um...oh what’s it called? Diagonal street?”

She laughed.“Diagon Alley.”

“Ah, right.”

“Anyway, I went for another viewing the other week, and I got a letter through this morning to say that it is now mine!”

I grabbed her hands, squeezing them.“That’s fantastic! Oh my god, you’ve been wanting your own shop since we were kids!”

“I know! I’ve already had new flooring put down, it’s just been painted too. Now all that’s left is to organise how I want the furniture and to put stock out on display.”

Bea had always loved her fashion when she was younger. She would always complain about how basic her uniform was (even pointing out how boring muggle uniform was as well), and always added different accessories or made her own clothes. This hobby carried on, she became a great seamstress (the magic probably helped), knowing that this was something she wanted to do. Now she was opening a clothes shop that would also sell things like accessories, notebooks, pens etc.

“I’m so happy for you.” I hugged her.

“You know, I am going to need help moving in...”

“Wait, you want me to come with you?”

Bea nodded.

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“No, don’t be silly! You’re with me, and you’re only visiting. Plus you’ve known about all of this since we were twelve. I haven’t used the Obliviate spell on you, and I’m still not in trouble.”

“Sorry, you haven’t what?”

“Don’t worry about it. So, you want to accompany me to little old Diagon Alley?”

A couple of days later, Beatrice visited me again, leading me out of my little flat and onto the tube. We practically had to go to the other side of London, making me feel bad when she visited me all those times. When we finally got off, and after walking for another ten minutes, we stood in front of an abandoned building stuck between a record and book shop. Glancing at Bea, who was staring at the uninviting building, I wondered what I had got myself into.

“Uh, Bea, we’re not going in there are we?” I asked as she dragged me towards it.

“Just trust me.”

She pushed open the door, which made a worrying creaking noise, and I was scared that if we shut it too hard, the whole place would collapse. However, instead of a dusty room with broken floor boards and bending beams, we seemed to be in a pub. There were a few people already in here, sat at various tables with their drinks. A worker walked past, waving their hand which made some scattered chairs tuck underneath the table. My eyes widened as I watched, realising that I had stepped into a different world. Beatrice laughing at me brought me back into reality as she held onto my hand again.

“Alright Tom?” She called out to the bartender.

“Ah, here once again Beatrice? Oh, this the muggle you were on about?” he replied as he leaned against the bar.

“Yep, this is she. I’m taking her to the shop, which I now own!”

“Ah, congratulations! Head on back then.”

They said their goodbyes and I was being steered away again, this time outside. There was a wall blocking us, and to anyone else it would be a dead end, but I knew something was about to happen. Bea revealed her wand, tapping it around a part of the wall where bricks were missing. Stepping back, my eyes widened as the bricks started moving, separating to reveal a busy street.

“Oh, this is just too precious. Wish I had captured the moment.” Bea said.

I must have stuck out like a sore thumb; I couldn’t shut my mouth, checking out everything around me, eyebrows furrowing as my mind tried to comprehend how this was possible. Men and women passed me in long robes, some sporting the stereotypical witches hats. There were broomsticks, animals such as owls and cats, things floating by me. My brain was well and truly frazzled.

As we came to Bea’s new shop, I was still in awe, my eyes landing on a bright orange shop, with an animatronic of a man who was putting on a top hat. I could see lots of younger children in there. Explosions of light appeared, objects were flying around, I could hear the laughter across the street.

“Kind of hard to miss right?” Bea giggled as she unlocked the shop.

“Yeah. Looks amazing in there.”

“That’s Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. I went to school with the guys who own it. Onto more important matters, after you.”

I walked into the shop, grinning as I looked around. It wasn't huge, but it had a vintage look to it; the floor was a dark wood, and the walls were painted a lighter cream colour to contrast it. Currently it was empty, in one corner were mannequins, display tables and railings to hang the clothes on.

"I've got everything mapped out, I just need to move bits around." Bea said.

"It's going to look great when it's finished. I bet you're so excited to open."

"Are you OK by the way? I just realised how much this must all be."

"I love it here! I'm surrounded by magic, what more could I want?"

We spent the next few hours moving the furniture around, trying out new things to see what worked, where it would be best to display the stock. People passed by the window in large groups, but now there were less, the sun was going down, and shop owners were starting to close up. We followed suit, putting everything back in the corner before leaving the shop.

"Hello neighbour." a man called out across the street.

We turned around, seeing a tall man in a suit outside of the shop I noticed upon arrival.

"Oh, I forgot I would be seeing you every day." Bea groaned, obviously joking.

"You don't have to lie to me, we're one of the reasons you bought the place."

Bea began walking towards him, I followed behind."Fred, this is (Y/N). She's a friend of mine."

"Nice to meet you." he smiled.

"You too." I replied, wishing I didn't sound so quiet.

"Already got your staff sorted then?"

"(Y/N)'s an old friend of mine. I had to show her the shop. And Diagon Alley."

Fred caught on, realising that I wasn't a witch."Oh, right. Welcome to the other side."

"Thanks. It's been amazing so far."

“Well, it couldn’t have been that good, I didn’t see you in our shop today.”

“He’s so humble, isn’t he?” Bea rolled her eyes.“Well, that’s just another reason for her to come tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“I look forward to seeing you then.” Fred casually winked before saying goodbye to us both, realising his name was being called from the shop.

“OK, what just happened?” I gasped, feeling extremely flushed.

“Those Weasley boys are natural flirts. But that was very interesting.”

“There’s more of them?!”

Bea just shook her head, looping her arms through mine as she lead me away from the shop, telling (not asking) me to return with her again tomorrow. I didn’t hesitate to say yes.

With Bea unaware, I had immediately gone to choose an outfit for the next day as soon as I made it home. I just wanted to look a little more presentable, it definitely wasn’t because I wanted to present myself well in front of anyone. Once I had decided on a casual outfit, though something that still showed I had put some effort in, I settled down for the night, lying on the sofa with my dinner. Even with the TV on in the background, I couldn’t concentrate on the programme. It felt strange to be back in my world, not surrounded by magic. I was half expecting objects in my flat to start moving by themselves.

Bea had told me about her being a witch when she received her letter to Hogwarts. I wasn’t supposed to know, especially at a young age, but Beatrice had been so scared to lose our friendship. Her parents were muggles, so where the magic came from was a mystery. I missed her extremely, hating that Hogwarts was a boarding school. But once Bea was old enough to use magic outside of school, she graced me with all the spells she learnt, it was so enchanting to watch. Bea had returned to the muggle world for a few years once she finished her education, but now that her dream of owning a shop was coming true, she wouldn’t be living near me anymore; that’s what was really weighed on my mind.

Bea and I returned to her shop the next morning. I didn’t mention anything of my thoughts from the night before, not wanting to ruin the day. Seeing the other shop owners setting up for the day set a different atmosphere, some who were outside greeted us along the way. Bea got out her keys, but hesitated.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, suddenly worried.

“Nothing. I just think we should pay my fellow businessmen a visit.” she said, a wide smile on her face.

“No, cause you’ll just embarrass me!” I whined.

“No I won’t. Honestly, you need to see their shop, it’s bizarre.”

I knew she had a scheme planned, but part of me wanted to go along with it. As we approached, I glanced at my reflection in the window, tucking away any strands of hair that had fallen out of my up-do. Before we could knock on the door, Fred appeared, swinging it wide open.

“Ah, our most loyal customers are here.” He grinned letting us in.

“Good morning George.” Bea waltzed in.

Oh, this was his twin.

“Fred has told me all about you, (Y/N), right?” George extended his hand.

I shook it as I nodded.“Yes, Sorry, I forgot you there were two of you for a moment.”

“Double trouble is what they are.” Bea mumbled.

“Welcome to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes!” he exclaimed, presenting grandly with his arm.

Cautiously walking around, I ducked out of the way as a Frisbee flew past me, smiling at what looked like mini fireworks before scrunching my nose up at a box labelled ‘Puking Pastels’. I explored everywhere, going upstairs to search further. The amount of jokes and prank items they had seemed endless. Looking over the railing, I saw Bea chatting away to George. It made me wonder where Fred was, but that question was soon answered.

“Do you come here often?” Fred slid up to me, leaning beside me on the railing.

I chuckled.“Funnily enough, this is my first time here. And did you really just use that line on me?”

“Works every time.” he winked, causing me to look away as I blushed.

“This shop is amazing Fred.” I sighed in content.“Are those really Love Potions down there?”

“Ah, caught your eye?”

“I mean, how could it not? Doesn’t everyone want a love potion to make their lives so much easier?”

“It’s not permanent. Besides, falling in love is the fun part.”

I didn’t question if he had been in love. It was too soon to be asking things such as that.

Fred continued.“Can’t believe Bea waited so long to bring you here. She talks about you all the time.”

“She does?”

“Yep. I probably know more about you than you think.”

My eyes widened jokingly.“I don’t know if that’s good or not.”

“It’s very good, trust me.”

“I don’t think I would ever want to leave now. Couldn’t stop smiling when I was home.”

Fred opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by Bea calling up to us.“Come on you two, it’s my turn now.”

Not knowing what she meant, we headed downstairs, realising that Bea wanted to show the twins her shop. Making our way across the road, Fred and I walked behind the others as they continued talking, even as Bea unlocked the shop.

“I mean, you’ve still got quite a bit of work to do Bea.” George joked as they walked around the empty space.

“I know that. But that’s why I have (Y/N) here to help me.” She smiled at me.

“It’s a good space. You got everything planned?” Fred asked.

“Yeah, we moved the furniture around a few times yesterday, so I’ve got options. And of course I had my wonderful assistant to help.”

“She didn’t even buy me a drink after.” I said.

“I can pay you.”

“What? Don’t be silly.”

“No, I’m serious. Because I need to know if I have to put you on the payroll.”

“Bea, what are you saying?”

She grinned but I could see she was nervous.“How would you like to work here with me?”

My mouth dropped wide open, eyes bulging out of my head. I was shocked, speechless even. Out of the corner of my eye I saw George nudge his brother, smirking at him as Fred looked annoyed.

“Oh, this is making me anxious.” Bea whispered, gripping her hands together despite her happy expression.

“You really want me to work here? But where would I live?”

“With me obviously!”

“Is that allowed?”

“Yes, I checked. Oh (Y/N) please, you always say you’re not happy with your job and that you want to live somewhere nicer.”

“I’ve never said that.”

“OK, but I can tell you’re not entirely happy.”

I took a deep breath as I smiled.“Bea, I would love to work here.” She squealed, running towards me and throwing out her arms, embracing me tightly. I squeezed her back, feeling very emotional. Bea wanted me here. She trusted me to live in this world of hers, she wanted to share her dream with me.

“Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.” George said as Bea and I ended the hug.

“Looks like.” I wiped my eyes, hoping I didn’t look like a sap for crying.

“Right,” Bea put her hands on her hips,“well, we best get on with the day. Catch you boys later?”

They nodded, already making their way out. Bea smiled at me one last time, disappearing into the backroom. As I looked around the space, I noticed Fred still by the door, hesitating to walk out.

“You alright there Fred?” I asked, approaching him.

“Yeah...um,” he closed the door, coming inside again,“so,now that you’re living here, once you’re settled that is....do you fancy going out sometime?”

I was taken back, flustered which caused me to stutter.“Uh, y-yeah, I-I would love to!”

He nodded, pleased with the answer.“Good, it’s a date then.”

I awkwardly waved as he left, watching him enter his own shop. He turned around, seeing me still looking, sending yet another wink my way. He already knew how to embarrass me. Feeling my heart flutter, I slowly turned around, only to see Bea standing there.

“Oh, I am so good at playing Cupid.”

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