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jealousy, jealousy - chapter 7: nothing, just an inchident

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summary: george shows max exactly where his loyalties lie. mr. lando no-rizz rises to the occasion.

warning(s): just a spot of ✨🇬🇧colourful british language🇬🇧✨ from little lando norris ;)

chapter 7: nothing, just an inchident

Not a single driver couldn’t sense something being very wrong by the time Suzuka came around. Max and Charles avoided each other at all costs, and Charles had a sneaking suspicion that George and Carlos had a hand in helping it stay that way.

Clearly nobody had said anything to poor Lando nor Alex, who initially looked bewildered at Media Day, when Charles fled their circle at the first sight of that damned black cap. Or when Carlos started ordering an extra takeout meal during grid dinners while one chair remained conspicuously vacant. Or when George forcefully elbowed his way in between Max and Charles during their podium picture, taking extra care to jab Max in the ribs as he wedged himself in the center. But even they put two and two together eventually.

The first time Charles saw Max all weekend was in the Cooldown Room. Even in his daze, Charles felt terrible for George, who constantly fidgeted with his hat while shiftily glancing between Max and Charles in the thick, frosty silence.

The Cooldown Room had been affectionately dubbed “The Max Verstappen Podcast” for a reason; it was always Max chatting away merrily with his two guests—or one, if Charles was on the podium. The third person usually was forced to endure not only their unnecessarily verbose play-by-play of the entire race, but also the sight of Max failing to break eye contact with Charles for a mere second. Seriously. Max once managed to hand Lando a towel, ask him what the fuck happened to his tyres on Lap 24, and clap him on the back for what a great job he did handling that all while staring directly into Charles’ pupils the entire time. Charles’ lip curled bitterly at the memory.

Truthfully, what made Charles want to scream more than anything else was that Max was just…gone. There might have been a Dutch driver clad in a Red Bull suit sitting stiffly in the P3 chair despite being champion because it was the furthest away from Charles’ P2 seat, staring at the race replay, face devoid of any discernible emotion. But that driver wasn’t Max. Max brought up Charles at interviews any chance he got. Max hunted down Charles after every race before doing anything else. Max held the door open for him at the sauna. And Max had the audacity to tell Charles that his eyes looked like the Meuse while staring at him with those two blazing sapphires.

He sat on his hands to stop them from trembling, bit his lips to stop them from quivering.

Max felt like Public Enemy #1 on the grid, and he despised it. Everything he’d once thought about not giving a shit about the haters was wrong. Turns out he only embraced the hate when it was about pole positions and trophies. Hurting Charles, who everyone generally considered to be a sweet golden retriever angel? No sir.

Ironically, the only guy who treated him remotely normally was Carlos. Lando and Alex avoided making eye contact with Max. Even Pierre and Yuki exchanged nervous glances when Max was around, too afraid to ask what had happened. And George…well, George had started acting like his biggest wish was to secure a voodoo doll of Max and spend the rest of his life sticking pins into it.

One day, after a particularly unpleasant practice session during which George left a fucking hole in Max’s chassis—and had the balls to blame him for it, Max decided he’d had enough. He stalked over to George and gestured angrily towards the damaged car.

“There was no grip” was George’s pathetic excuse, as he took off his gloves and started walking away from Max mid-conversation.

Max laughed, incredulous. “Mate, we all have no grip. You all need to leave a little bit of space.”

“Yeah? So what’s your point?” came the insolent reply, three paces away.

Max saw red.

“Next time’s gonna be the same, you know,” Max spat at George’s retreating figure. “Dickhead.” He turned around, saw Checo, and immediately plastered what felt like the fakest smile known to man on his face. “Good job,” he chirped as if he hadn’t just finished cussing out George Russell.

“Thanks, man,” Checo said flatly.

“I’m so sick of this fucking diva,” Max complained to Carlos in the Red Bull hospitality later.

Carlos chuckled, although it sounded hollow. “You know George. He can be petty sometimes. He’ll come around.”

“I didn’t even do anything to him,” Max protested, vaguely aware of how whiny he sounded.

Carlos shot Max a look that plainly said, don’t push your luck. “I don’t know, Max. One might say having to be Charles’ emotional punching bag after what you did to him in that bar counts as anything. Although,” he mused, “if it makes you feel better, I think this season’s been rough on him in general.” Carlos started to count off on his fingers. “That breakup in the winter, Mercedes giving him the shittiest car, all those rumors about his unrequited crush—”

“Crush?” Max interrupted Carlos’ tallying. “What crush?”

“None of your business,” Carlos snapped abruptly.

Charles had no idea how long he’d been stagnating under his duvet after the race, but the sun was well on its way towards the horizon when his phone lit up with a text. He squinted at the bright screen.

Lando No-Rizz yo game? Me sorry man don’t feel great atm Lando No-Rizz bitch 1 round of rocket league before postrace pls

He didn’t want to play Rocket League. He didn’t want to go to the post-race party (he was fairly sure he never wanted to step inside a bar again, after what happened in Melbourne). He didn’t want to do much of anything, really. At this point, Charles just was barely going through the motions. He knew at some point the guys would notice him slowly morphing into an NPC, but as things were it took all of the willpower he could muster just to get out of bed, peel off the sweatpants he’d been living in for at least two weeks now, and pull on his racing suit three days a week.

A rude bang sounded on the door. Charles briefly fantasized about simply remaining motionless and magically willing the knock away.

No such luck.

“Let me in, you wanker,” Lando shouted from the hall.

Charles dragged himself over to the door and reluctantly allowed Lando to barge into his room.

“Bloody hell,” Lando said when he saw the closed curtains, the pile of dirty clothes on the floor, Charles’ unwashed, greasy hair. “Mate. You are down so bad.”

“I’m not,” Charles said as blandly as possible, knowing Lando would believe approximately zero percent of it.

“Just because Max is an arsehole doesn’t mean you need to be the one who goes into hiding.”

“Max doesn’t want to see me.”

“And why should you give a flying fuck about what Max wants?” Lando retorted.

“Because,” Charles said thickly, “what I want, is him.”

To Lando’s credit, he didn’t act surprised in the slightest. He blinked at Charles. “Max is my friend too, you know,” he said coolly. “I could tell he’s had a thing for you for literally eons. But he’s a right git sometimes and, how he acted at the bar was just…” He made a face. “…so yeah. Honestly mate, I know you want him, but he’s kind of lost the right to have you. And you have the right to live your life and enjoy it. I hope you know we’ve all got your back.”

Charles felt a sudden wave of appreciation for Lando Norris.

“Even if you’re a such a sad sack wanker,” Lando added.

He hurled a down pillow at Lando’s head. “Thanks, man.”

“Excellent. So Rocket League?”

Charles sighed. “I guess so.”

Lando beamed like a child who’d unexpectedly been handed an ice cream cone. Then he glanced down at Charles’ phone, the notification of his last text still on the lock screen.

“HEY,” Lando roared suddenly, “WHY, IS MY FUCKING CONTACT NAME IN YOUR PHONE, LANDO NO-RIZZ?”

Smiling for the first time in weeks, Charles grabbed another pillow and positioned it in front of his face, to ward off the onslaught he was surely about to receive.

notes: love me some george v max beef heheheh (featuring confused checo)

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starshinerush · 1 year

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merry-go-round

no matter how much i try to chase i can’t catch up just like a merry go round

mick schumacher/reader, ~1k words

inspired by this song, so if anything, blame the song not me 👍 Smalltext in the middle starting and ending with a ー are lyrics from the song!

i’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing so please be kind 🫣

feedback, likes, and reblogs appreciated ♡ thank you for reading!

“I’m sorry.”

The memory was still fresh in your mind, just as if it happened yesterday. You were clearing your old, unwanted items out from your room before packing to move. Underneath your bed, you pulled out a DIY-ed photo journal that you’d tried to forget about.

Brushing off the dust from the cover, you took a seat at the edge of your bed, the book seemingly weighing twice as heavy as it is. It was pale blue with some white flowers decorated on it, with the words “Special moments” on the cover, something he threw together in celebration of your third anniversary.

(Back then you argued, but every moment’s special with you, sharing a laugh at how cheesy it was.)

(But it’s true.)

After some internal debate, you decided to flip open the book to the first page, seeing a picture taken of the both of you before you both were even a couple. Tipsy and laughing at something the blond boy had said to you, it was taken at a Christmas party hosted by the Schumachers. Being a friend of Gina’s, you along with your family were invited over.

While it wasn’t something as significant as love at first sight, you and Mick definitely became fast friends over the course of the night, talking about anything and everything. He endured the teasing that came afterwards when he asked Gina for your phone number, rolling his eyes and saying that you’re a fun person to talk to and be around with.

The second picture stuck below the previous one was a selfie you both took after spending the day at the arcade together. Similarly, it was when Mick had yet to ask you out, but it was the day when he realised that he loves his best friend. His heart practically melted seeing how your eyes sparkled after he handed you a plush toy he caught from the claw machine, the toy that currently still sits on your bed.

It was then he realised he wanted more of that - hearing your laughter and seeing your smile, spending the days with you, or something just as simple as getting morning coffee together or talking about the pigeon you saw by the road and mentioning that it reminds you of him.

You flipped through the rest of the pages, pictures from your first date - followed by many others, gifts you both got each other, holidays celebrated together, races you went to see. The journal’s last entry was a little over halfway through the book (he left the rest empty, saying you both could continue to fill it up together after the journal was gifted to you).

It was almost the same as the first picture, both of you at a small dinner hosted by the Schumachers. Except, he had his arm around your waist, and the affection was clear with the way you both looked at each other. And this time, the dinner was to commemorate Mick debuting in Formula 1.

It wasn’t like you both didn’t take any pictures together after that, but you both didn’t really have the time to go through them and stick them in the journal. The increasingly busy schedule not only for him but also for you now working your way through university wasn’t avoidable. You tried to fly to his races whenever you could afford to, and he tried to spend as much time with you whenever he had breaks between race weekends. But no matter how much time you both tried to find for each other, you both missed each other very, very dearly.

With the responsibilities you both were bearing on your shoulders and not wanting to burden the others with more worries, you and Mick decided to keep your mouth shut, thinking you both could tough it out. Which you both did, until 6 months into Mick’s second year of his Formula 1 career was when the thread was at the verge of snapping, and you both knew that you had to address this.

He came home to you during summer break, trying to cherish every second spent with you before he sat both of you down to talk, a couple of days before he had to leave to race again.

“Love, we need to talk.”

You both knew it was over before the conversation even started.

“We haven’t been able to spend a lot of time with each other recently, and- please don’t take this like I’m blaming you because I really am not-” He almost panicked with his words but you held his hand in yours.

“I know, Mick, I understand.”

“I just… I’ve missed you so much, love.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

Mick pulled you closer to him, savouring the moment where he could have his arms around you like this.

(Savouring the moment where he was able to call you his.)

You broke the silence and continued, knowing the longer you both dragged this on the more painful it will end up being.

“But I don’t think I can really handle a relationship where I spend more time missing my other half than actually spending time with them in person, at least, not right now. And I think… I think it’s safe to say that you feel the same. You have your career to chase, and I have mine. I think this will only affect our focus on what we want to achieve, and it really hasn’t been the easiest to try and find balance between everything.”

ー(How many times have I put into words, saying ‘I love you’, But why is it that right now, there is no one by my side)ー

You gave him a sad smile.

“But we both tried our best, haven’t we?”

He looked at you with the same sadness pooling in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “I’m sorry too.”

“I love you, Mick.”

“I love you too, y/n.”

The doorbell rang, pulling you out of your thoughts, and you hastily wiped the tears you didn’t even know were rolling down your cheeks, mentally scolding yourself as you told yourself to let it go. It has been 6 months since you last saw each other in person, 6 months since you two ended things.

You rushed to open the door and the surprise was evident in your voice seeing the person who was in front of you.

“Mick? What are you doing here?”

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happy4562 · 2 years

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Two Teachers, Two Toilets

Owen and Zach were two first year teachers. One taught math and the other taught science in high school. They quickly bonded and became the best of friends. The two of them would hang out after school and on the weekends together. Both guys however, were shy shitters. Any time one had to take a shit they would make an excuse to run home or to the store if they were hanging out together. Neither had ever gone at the other guy’s apartment before.

On Monday night there was a primetime NFL game on. They hung out at Owen’s place and had a few beers and some pizza. The next day both looked pretty hungover. Maybe they had made too much of a night for it. Luckily they both had free periods at the start of the day. Owen hung out in his car to get some air while Zach attempted to put a lesson plan together in the teacher’s lounge.

While sitting in his car, Owen could tell he was going to need to shit soon. The beer had really screwed up his system. He hated going at school but he wouldn’t be able to hold it in all day. It wasn’t even 9am yet. At the same time, Zach felt a rumble in his own stomach, alerting him that a toilet trip would be imminent. Zach shyly made his way to the men’s room and was relieved to find none of the 4 stalls in use. He took the last stall and quickly dropped trou. Seconds later, in walked Owen, who was disheartened to see one of the stall doors shut.

Zach meanwhile sat in annoyance that someone else had entered Owen men’s room but hoped they would be quick. Owen took the second stall in, leaving a buffer between him and Zach. He got to work wiping down the seat and also dropped his pants. He sat down quickly and suddenly the room was silent.

Both guys sat, desperate to let loose and hoping the other would just go and leave. They only had 20 minutes of break left so they couldn’t wait too long to let loose. The door once again opened up and in walked Jeremy, the assistant vice principal. He took the third stall, right between Zach and Owen.

After sitting down, he quickly began passing his shit. The logs plopped into the water, breaking the quietness of the room. Jeremy looked down at both men’s shoes and realized who it was.

“Oh hey Owen. Hey Zach. You two see the game last night?”, Jeremy questioned.

Zach and Owen now both realized that the other was the mystery man in the stall. Neither had ever gone in front of the other before and both knew that their movements would not be quick and relatively sound free like Jeremy’s was.

“Uhmmm yeah we caught it”, Owen replied.

Jeremy wiped up and exited his stall. After a quick hand wash he was out the door and leaving just Zach and Owen now. The room remained silent for the next two minutes as each guy waited for the other one to make any type of noise.

“I guess we better go since we have class in a few minutes”, Zach declared awkwardly.

“Yeah we probably should”, Owen said in a defeated manor.

Zach began first. He relaxed and a large fart squeaked out of him. Owen responded with some rapid farts of his own. Both felt ashamed as they sat in their respective stalls.

“Listen. Obviously neither of us wants to be here but we have no choice”, Zach said.

“I’ve just never been alright with shitting around other people”, answered Owen.

“Bro I’m the same way”.

Owen couldn’t hold out any longer and let go with a flurry of shit that filled the bowl. Zach answered in kind with a showering wet dump. The bathroom quickly began to stink. The pizza and multiple beers hadn’t done either guy any favors.

Owen’s shit stayed soft while Zach’s turned to complete liquid. With only 5 minutes until their classes, they wiped up as fast as they could and exited their stalls. Neither wanted to look each other in the face. The decided that they would pretend this moment never happened. Throughout the rest of the day each would have a few close calls racing back to the men’s room. Luckily, neither had to go with an audience again.

#toilet story #mens room #school toilet #diarrhea

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morganayenneferburnham · 3 years

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Have I Known You 20 Seconds or 20 Years? – Nikolai Lantsov Series

Chapter 1: Devils Roll the Dice, Angel Roll their Eyes

Chapter 2: You Did a Number on Me

Chapter 3: You Could Call Me Babe for the Weekend

Chapter 4: The Best of Times, The Worst of Crimes

A very short summary: Y/N has been working with the crows for a few years. Her life feels complete until she meets the insufferable Nikolai Lantsov. She finds herself forced to work with the King of Ravka on one of Kaz Brekker’s crazy schemes.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I finally finished chapter 4. It is a bit longer than the others. I should probably mention that I have never picked a lock or broken into a safe before so it might not be accurate. I tried my best, though!

Chapter 4: The Best of Times, The Worst of Crimes

“So, how often do you break into councilmen’s houses, exactly?” His curious voice resonating, barely louder than a whisper, in the dark empty corridor.

She was crouched down in front of the office door, kneeling on the thick burgundy carpet. Her nimble fingers, holding the picks she’d slipped from a hidden pocket of her dress, working quickly to get the door open.

She smiled, “Often, enough.” Does he disapprove? She wondered. Probably not. He’s breaking in as well, after all. The lock finally clicked. She let out a deep sigh of relief. Kaz may have trained her well, but she knew he was a better lock pick than she could ever hope to be. He was always so calm. Unfortunately, her nerves threatened to get the better of her every time she had to use this particular skill on a job. She was glad the first hurdle was behind her, but she knew cracking the safe would prove to be even more daunting.

“Let’s go,” she said, standing up and placing the picks back in her hidden pocket.

The door opened silently revealing an elegant office. Ornate woodwork decorated the lower half of the walls. Tasteful art pieces were scattered around the room. Kaz would love this, she thought, looking appreciatively at a DeKappel mounted on the wall behind the cluttered desk. If we have enough time, I’ll take a quick peek at these documents. There might be something interesting in there.

“According to Brekker the safe should be behind that bookcase” Nikolai gestured to a tall bookcase in the left corner of the room before swiftly making his way to it. “There should be a mechanism somewhere…” He was looking for it, moving his fingers around the back of the piece of furniture. A loud click resonated. The bookcase swung on its hinges, revealing the door to a steel safe. Nikolai turned back to her, wearing a wide grin. “This is fun! Maybe I should take a page out of your book.”

She raised a questioning brow, looking in his direction, making her way to the safe. “What do you mean?”

He let out a low chuckle. “I think I’ll start breaking into Zoya’s room, move stuff around. Maybe leave a note or two. It’d be a good way to annoy her.”

“Why would you risk your life like that? I mean I don’t know her well, but I have a feeling she’s scary when pissed off.” She thought of Zoya’s blazing blue eyes. She must be gorgeous too.

“You have no idea how absolutely terrifying she can be” he mused. “but a King needs entertainment.” His grin was utterly wicked. Y/N felt her heart skip over a beat.

She smiled back. The idea of Zoya trying to murder the king amused her to no end. “Well, it’s your funeral,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders. “Now be silent, I need to focus.” She took a seat on the floor facing the safe.

She reached for the combination dial, gently resting her fingers on it. She breathed in deeply. Contact points. This is the easy part. She slowly spun the dial listening for the telling sounds. Click. A bit more. Click.

There we go. Park the wheel. Okay. Now I need to figure out the number of wheels. Sankta Lizabeta, please, don’t let there be too many.

She started turning the dial slowly again. First turn. Click. Second turn. Click. Third turn. Click. Fourth turn. Nothing.

She let herself breathe again. Three wheels. Three numbers. Six possible combinations. She could do this.

She quickly turned the dial to the right, letting it complete multiple turns before stopping at zero. She rolled her shoulders. No time to waste, she thought, here I go. She spun the dial slowly to the left. Click. More. Click. She repeated the process over and over, starting from a new number each time. She knew lock manipulation was time consuming but Saints this was taking way too long.

She found herself wishing she’d brought paper with her. This would’ve been a lot easier if she could’ve graphed her findings as she went instead of having to memorize them. Wylan is brighter than I am. He should be in here, helping.

She finally narrowed it down to three numbers: 12, 13, and 89. Six possible combinations. She was already behind schedule. She had to try them quickly.

She tried the first combination holding her breath. It didn’t work. She could feel Nikolai’s gaze on her. She heard him fidgeting by the door.

Saints, it would’ve been so much easier if I could’ve just drilled through this damn door. We’re screwed if I can’t get it open in the next minute.

“Fuck, I wish Kaz had sent Jesper in.” She was starting to panic. Second combination? Not this one either. This was taking too long. She was too slow. She was going to fail Kaz. Even worse, she was going to fail Nikolai.

She tried the third combination to no avail.

“Why would a sharpshooter be useful right now?” He sounded mostly confused, somewhat curious, and maybe a bit anxious.

Her fingers worked quickly, turning the dial following the sequence of the fourth combination. She groaned. It hadn’t worked.

“Well, a Fabrikator would be a lot more efficient at cracking a safe,” she said simply. Only two combinations left to try. This has to work.

“Oh, thank the Saints!” she exclaimed leaving no chance for Nikolai to reply. The penultimate combination had worked. 13-12-89. This Saints forsaken sequence of numbers had finally opened the safe. She had been lucky the safe wasn’t one of the more recent models. This one had already been difficult enough to crack.

She grabbed the blueprints, quickly rolling them up. She pulled her skirts up her right thigh and slid the precious documents in the sheath safely tied there. Nikolai closed the safe’s door and locked it. They were already late. “Come on. We have to go.” She was moving towards the door as soon as her skirts had fallen back into place.

Nikolai followed suit, quietly closing the door behind them. He quickly moved aside, giving Y/N access to the lock once more. She was already holding her picks.

Her hands were shaking slightly making it difficult to lock the door. She could’ve sworn the small click of the lock was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard. She had never been more relieved. She rose quickly. She was ready for this night to be over.

Footsteps rang out in the hallway. Someone was coming up the stairs. It would be hard to explain what they were doing in the deserted hallway. They couldn’t be discovered here. She looked around hurriedly but there didn’t seem to be a good hiding place anywhere close.

Nikolai turned back towards her, “Do you trust me?”

“I –” Nikolai hadn’t given her a chance to answer, his lips already pressing against hers in a passionate kiss. His fingers gripping her waist tightly. She felt her back hit the wall with enough force to knock the breath out of her lungs. Nikolai deepened the kiss, tilting her head slightly to the left. His lips brushing against hers, his tongue sweeping her bottom lip. Her lips parting slightly into the kiss. His hands were moving up her back, pulling her closer to him. It felt like his hands were everywhere. His pleasant, intoxicating smell filling her nose, dulling her brain. His body was now pressing her hard against the wall, the doorframe digging painfully into her back. Her fingers, now tangled in his chestnut locks, had somehow found their way to his hair. She felt is fingers caress the skin at the back of her neck. All rational thought was completely erased from her mind. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. A small moan escaped her throat. Her heart was racing or maybe it was Nikolai’s? She couldn’t be sure.

A small cough reached her ears.

His lips left hers, drawing a plaintive whimper from her, only to attach themselves to her neck. She was fully aware of the next moan that escaped her, loud and breathy.

Someone cleared their throat next to them. A guard was standing there, staring at them. He looked somewhat amused but mostly uncomfortable.

Oh, it dawned on her, Nikolai is giving us a cover. It felt like a cold bucket of water had been poured on her head. She tried pushing him away, but Nikolai didn’t release his grip on her waist. Her cheeks were still flushed. She had to find a way to get her wits back. She was Ainsley Ó Ceallaigh. Not Y/N Y/L/N. It hadn’t been Nikolai, King of Ravka, kissing her. It had been Eoin Ó Ceallaigh, her husband.

“My apologies. I certainly don’t mean to interrupt” the guard was sporting a crooked smirk “but this part of the mansion is closed to the guests.” He didn’t seem to suspect anything was amiss.

“No need to apologize for doing your job, my friend,” Nikolai told the guard, his tone warm. “This is all my fault. You see I just couldn’t resist my wife’s beauty.” He pulled her in to place another kiss on her lips. Nikolai was playing his role to perfection. “We’ll go back to the party. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you any further.” Nikolai’s hold on her waist loosened, his palm sliding to the small of her back. He used it to push her gently towards the stairs.

“Have a good night” the suggestive tone of the guard’s voice sent a fresh wave of blood to Y/N’s cheeks.

They heard the door rattle as they started walking down the stairs. The guard was checking it was locked. He would be able to report to the councilman that no one had entered the office. By the time Van Verent would realize documents were missing, Ainsley and Eoin Ó Ceallaigh would be long gone.

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Nikolai kept his hand pressed to Y/N’s back. She hadn’t said a word since he’d kissed her.

He knew most Grisha in Ketterdam were indentures. He had even seen the pleasure house tattoo on her left arm. Kaz had told him she was now exclusively working for the dregs but her tattoo from the House of the Blue Iris was still visible. “She keeps it as a reminder” Kaz had said. A reminder of what, though?

He’d probably crossed a line by kissing her like that. Not even giving her a chance to consider his plan. Time had been short. They didn’t have any other options. He only hoped that he hadn’t caused too much harm.

Nikolai guided her through the crowd, smiling and nodding at various dignitaries until they reached the doors leading to the garden. They should be meeting Jesper and Wylan by the porcelain cabinet, but he needed to make sure Y/N was alright first. He could feel how tense she was, her muscles stiff under his palm.

The cold air seemed to bring her out of her daze. “What are you doing? We shouldn’t be here. We should –” he could hear the insecurity in her voice.

“I know exactly where we should be.” He rested a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?” he couldn’t quite keep the concern out of his voice.

“I’ll be perfectly fine once we get back to the plan” she spat at him. He was surprised to see how quickly she had gone back to acting as if he was the bane of her existence. He had really thought they were making progress and had almost become friends. At least, that’s what he had hoped.

She needs time. “Fine, let’s find Jesper and Wylan.” His voice was cold, perfectly controlled. He offered her a hand. He didn’t want to push, but they still had to play their part. He felt her cool fingers close around his hand.

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Wylan’s eyes were wide, probably in surprise. They were late and they weren’t supposed to be coming from the gardens. She only hoped her lips weren’t bruised from the kiss. She didn’t want Wylan to think they were late because they had been unprofessional. She knew he’d have to report it to Kaz. Wylan was by far the worse liar of the crew. He couldn’t keep anything from their boss.

If Kaz thought Y/N was compromised, that she couldn’t do her job… She knew he wouldn’t send her back to the Blue Iris. Or did she? Kaz was known to be ruthless after all. If she fucked up the job? If she wasn’t useful anymore? She’d been with the crows for a long time now. She thought of the crows as her family. But did Kaz really think of her that way too? She’d like to believe Kaz loved her the way the same way she did. She couldn’t be sure. She was spiraling. She had to get a grip. They still had to play the part.

Jesper raised a questioning eyebrow at her. She ignored it and plastered a smile on her face. “Hello,” she had to keep herself from grimacing. Her voice had been all wrong, way too high. She tried correcting it. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

She saw the look of absolute confusion in Jesper’s eyes. Wylan looked more concerned than confused. This is bad. “Ketterdam has the most surprising weather, doesn’t it?” Wylan smiled. This was the phrase they had agreed upon to convene the success of their operation.

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The party had settled down about an hour later. The number of party guests dwindling steadily. Jesper and Wylan had taken their leave about 15 minutes before Y/N and Nikolai, keeping up the pretense of only having met that night.

They were now safely back at the Hendriks’ house, standing around the table in the dining room, examining the blueprints.

“Everything go according to plan?” Kaz inquired.

“Kinda” her voice was unsure. She knew it was better to tell Kaz now. She fiddled with the hem of the tablecloth.

“What do you mean ‘kinda’?” His face would’ve been unreadable to most, but Y/N could see the apprehension there.

She felt Nikolai tense up by her side. Her mind kept travelling back to the feeling of his lips on hers. She needed to focus. “It took me too long to open the safe. We were behind on the schedule and a guard came back to the hallway before we could leave.” She met Kaz’s eyes. “Don’t worry, the door was locked.”

“How did you explain what you were doing in a part of the house clearly closed to guests?” Zoya sounded curious.

Nikolai was the one to answer her, “What could a handsome man and his gorgeous wife possibly be doing in a deserted corridor in the middle of a party?” The sarcasm that laced his voice painting the picture clearly for everyone.

Y/N lowered her eyes, the blueprints suddenly very fascinating to her. She felt her cheeks flush once again.

“Quick thinking. The guard believed it?” Kaz didn’t sound mad. She risked a peek at him. He was looking directly at her. From the look he gave her she knew they weren’t done talking about this.

“No need to worry, Brekker.” Of course, Nikolai couldn’t leave it at that. He had to make it worse. “We made it believable.” He winked. “Also, Y/N is way too modest about her acting abilities.”

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donaidk · 3 years

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Looking at me - Arthur Leclerc

Thank you so much for requesting! I already had an idea in my head for something like this and you just gave that last push! It was my first time writing in third person, and I really-really need the practice. Still I hope you will enjoy this 😀🧡 Have a great weekend everyone!

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Getting a chance to walk a well known fashion show at the age of 19 was a huge step in her career. She had jobs and photoshoots all the time, but everyone knew that you’re becoming a name in the industry when well known brands ask you to model for them. She already had a photoshoot with one of them a year ago, but having that break since then and now made her think she probably wouldn’t make it into the real fashion world. However, after Alpha Tauri gave her a chance thanks to Pierre, she was contacted by a well known brand just days after the release of the pictures and they asked her to attend their show at the end of the year. Having the promise of such a big show got her through every harder moment throughout the year and she felt like December couldn’t turn up quick enough.

Luckily as it was well after the end of the season for Pierre he could attend with their parents and siblings. She couldn’t even imagine going through something like this without them. Y/N used her last two guest seats to invite both Charles and Arthur. They were friends of their family and she knew Charles was into fashion and would always take the opportunity to attend shows. He probably could have bought tickets to it himself, but it wasn’t the same as being invited by someone who worked for the company that time. It was also probably the only way to make it seem less strange that Y/N would have liked Arthur to attend. No one asked questions why he was there if he came with his brother. There’s no easier way to do it.

The two of them were quite good friends, as they spent most of their childhood together and later could connect over being younger siblings to well known athletes. It was probably easier for her as she at least went her own way while Arthur was following in Charles’ footsteps, exactly. He was a talented driver, but people and the media always loved to compare the brothers, always bringing down at least one of them even though they were never really in the same championship or position at the same time. They usually talked at least weekly, but after harder races or attacks from the media either Y/N reached out to him or the other way around. It was just easy to support each other as they understood each other’s challenges and hardships. They couldn’t complain though, as both had family and other friends who supported them in their careers and personal lives also.

“ They’re outside. ” Pierre’s voice got her to jump in her chair a little before Y/N took in what he said. “ I’ll get them to the seats and we will meet after the show, yeah? ” He asked, taking the passes from the table next to her. She knew they wouldn’t have time for her to greet their friends and get back here in time.

“ Yeah, thank you. Enjoy. ” Y/N nodded with a grin before getting a kiss on her cheek from him. “ I’m gonna try not to trip. ” She added with a chuckle before he left, watching as he closed the door after himself while she could still hear him laugh. She leaned back in her seat as everything was already done for the show, and it was now just minutes until the start of the show.

She finally chose a photo from the morning when we arrived at the avenue, to share it on her story. Making sure it uploaded fine she could see Arthur’s profile picture in the bottom left, telling her that he already saw it, making her smile immediately. Y/N sent him a quick selfie with her eyes closed and holding up a peace sign as the grin still didn’t leave her face. She was just about to put her phone down when he sent one back, mimicking her pose and making her laugh out loud. He did look silly and seeing Pierre so confused in the background of it just made it even better. She wanted to respond but then had to leave when they were calling her name from the hallway. With one last deep breath she fixed her hair in the mirror before leaving the dressing room and following all the girls to the backstage.

She felt like an anxious mess right until it was her turn and had to step out onto the stage as they counted down for her from the sideline. She made sure her dress wasn’t in the way of her steps, although knew they practiced for any possible outcome and knew she would manage even in a dodgy situation. Her heart was beating so loud Y/N wouldn’t have been surprised if the people watching the show could hear it over all the music and talking. She still tried to look cool on the outside, her grin not faltering for one bit as she walked down the length of the stage stopping at the end and turning for the cameras. Her way back was a bit more relaxed already, knowing she did her job and just had to get back from where they started. She had one more dress at the end of the show but that seemed a lot easier after such a smooth sailing first appearance. The second one felt like a treat for a job well done and she was ecstatic as she changed into her outfit for the after party. Her body felt sore from all the excitement and then adrenaline that already left. However, her mind was still running and looking forward to the night as she went to the lobby where she knew the others would be waiting for her.

“ You looked stunning out there, Y/N! ” Charles greeted her with a tight hug, making her chuckle quietly. Stepping back from his embrace the next ones were Pierre and her family before Y/N could finally turn to Arthur, not forgetting about him in any way.

“ Thank you for coming. ” Y/N said before hugging him, although it was something that was for his brother too, not just him. “ Hope you’re not too tired yet. We have a long night ahead of us. ” She let out another laugh after letting go of him but she didn’t even get to step away too much before he held up a bouquet of blooming flowers.

“ Just a little congratulatory present. Wanted to give it to you prior to the show, but that didn’t really work out. ” He said with a little blush creeping up onto his cheeks, as she took the flowers from his hands, immediately smelling them.

“ Thank you, they’re beautiful. ” Her eyes were still fixed on the bunch of them, taking in how sweet it was of Arthur. It was made from all of her favourite types of flowers, not missing any from the short list she could make up in her head. “ I’ll make sure they get home safe. Wouldn’t want to kill them at the club. ” Y/N let out a little laugh, turning to her mum while they exited the building together.

Luckily her family offered to take her things back home while they went straight to the venue of the after party. Her other siblings went home too after some last minute hugs, leaving the four of them to be the only ones to attend. There were cars that took the guests to the rooftop bar that was decorated perfectly for the occasion. The moon was shining onto the balcony, but there were also lights running over them, making sure everything was visible and people wouldn’t trip over each other or the few steps around the bar and dancefloor. It was the perfect setting for a party that was relaxed but at the same time a true after party, where everyone could let out their pent up energy and adrenaline from the show.

Minutes after they left the elevator, that took them to the floor of the balcony, they were already standing next to a table with their drinks on it. They were watching the crowd dancing just inches away from them while discussing the day. Pierre and Charles were deep into one of their usual disagreements about their past season, making Y/N shake her head. It wouldn’t have been them if they got through a day spent together without a silly argument. That would have been too easy. She has been watching the crowd blocking out the bickering coming from next to her, gathering courage to join the dancing even though she never backed off being the center of attention it wasn’t the same with strangers. She knew just a few people from here, almost half of it being the ones she invited herself.

“ A dance? ” She turned to Arthur in the end when she could see that his glass was empty. He froze for a second, looking around them. “ You don’t have to, but I would rather turn deaf from the loud music than them roasting each other. ” She chuckled, cocking her head towards her brother and Charles standing across them. She took the last sip of her drink and was about to get into the crowd when Arthur nodded and putting down the glass from his hand was ready to follow her.

“ I’m not a big dancer, I’m warning you. ” Arthur sighed, but wouldn’t have denied himself the chance to spend some time with her in a more private setting. They never mentioned anything about stepping up their friendship, but that didn’t mean they never thought about separately, in their own heads.

Y/N took his hand with a grin, pulling him towards the dance floor, weaving through the people standing close, leaving them a sliver of space to navigate their way. They had to stop a few times people stumbling in their way or bumping into them while they were getting closer to their destination. Y/N saw two of the girls she knew a bit better, and decided it will be better to be with friends than alone. Arthur greeted them, quickly introducing himself and even though they were already safe, standing in a less crowded space, in the moment Y/N didn’t let go of his hand while they enjoyed the music and the company. Arthur did take part in the dancing, although several of his moves ended up making them laugh and him blush a little although it never made him stop. He was happy to be the source of their joy for the night.

A few songs later Arthur excused himself from the group to get a drink for himself, while the girls stayed in the same position. Y/N spotted a few guys just seconds after he left, watching them, and approaching their group as soon as Arthur was out of the view. They were quite rude, not caring about how the girls tried to ignore them and get them to leave finally. Y/N was about to just leave and not even look back when she felt a hand come around her waist. Without looking up at the owner of the hand she got to know who was standing behind her by just the voice.

“ I think you should search for another company. The ladies aren’t interested. ” Arthur informed the intruders and by knowing him for years, Y/N could tell he was really focusing on the pronunciation. He seemed serious, like never before and it did the trick, getting the guys to turn around and leave mumbling some swears in his way.

“ Thank you! For both. ” Y/N smiled up at their saviour, taking the half full glass from his hand as he held it out for her. Arthur just shrugged his shoulders, relaxing his shoulders and taking a sip from his drink.

What they didn’t see was Pierre and Charles paying close attention to their group from afar. Her brother still had his fists clenched but he was slowly letting up as the situation got resolved and the younger ones could continue enjoying the party and drinks. Looking at each other they agreed with a sigh at being glad Arthur was there with them and helped them get out of a sticky situation. From the outside they did see how the younger Leclerc and Y/N were around each other, although neither of them wanted to push them towards a goal. It seemed simple, inevitable, but they wanted them to find their own way. It wasn’t rare that the only possible way wasn’t the best way in the end. Meaning, even if they looked compatible for an outsider, it was possible that a relationship between them wouldn’t be long-lived.

They stayed until their legs felt sore from dancing and standing around, and their minds were in a comfortable fuzzy state from the few drinks they got. The night wasn’t young anymore when they got into a taxi, heading for Pierre’s apartment that had enough space for all four of them. They all took turns in the shower and decided on who will sleep and where. There was only one guest bedroom and in the end Charles gladly gave it up to Y/N saying she was the one who worked today, taking the couch with a duvet and a pillow. She was about to just go and finally get a chance to fall asleep, when Arthur stepped out of the bathroom now in his pajamas. For a second she debated if she should just let him sleep on the other couch or maybe act on her idea.

“ We can share the bed if you would like. It's big enough for two people. ” She offered in the end, with a shy smile, pointing towards the bedroom down the hallway. “ I promise I won’t snore. Unlike Charl. ” Y/N let out a quiet laugh, making sure the mentioned brother didn’t hear it and wouldn’t try to get back at her for it.

Arthur had to agree with a sigh that sleeping in the same room as her brother, would have been on the same level as some late torture methods. He couldn’t really deny the offer, taking his things as they wished goodnight to the others and walked down to the bedroom. Within seconds they were both under the duvet, managing to share it and not pull it off the other one. They did start out quite far away from each other, but Y/N couldn’t be fed up when she woke up in the middle of the night to an arm draping over her waist. It grounded her while she had to get used to her surroundings and helped her get back to her dream right until the delicious smell of lunch got them back to reality around midday. They shared a moment, gazes locking, before getting out of bed with grins on their faces, both deciding to push the conversation to another time. At least until lunch, as Y/N’s stomach grumbled as soon as she was standing next to the bed.

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katie-writes24 · 4 years

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Twisted Sheets

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

Warnings: SMUT! Oral sex, fingering, loss of virginity (kinda), also another dirty thing at the end that I don’t want to physically write out, language, fluffy beginning, alcohol, translated French, terrible innuendos and an increasing amount of shameless writing

W o w, so I’m just gonna leave this here while I’m trying to come up with an ending to my next Laurens fic! I am struggling and it is way overdue, sooooo have this which I wrote like eight months ago? Anyways, this is literally just....like I see fics where it just focuses on Y/N when it’s going down and I- don’t look at me like that, I know you think about how it would go down to! I combined it so- nvm just...you’ll see. Sooo yeah...I should be ashamed with the vast amount of detail I think I added, but you know what, you dirty little fuckers have probably done worse! Give me some feedback and enjoy!

It was their five month anniversary, and Hercules just came home from work to find the table set with some food. He smiled and looked into the kitchen to find Y/N and John dancing to music. Lafayette was bobbing his head and picking out some wine.

Hands snuck around his waist and he felt a kiss against his back. "Happy anniversary, beloved," Alex whispered in his ear and Herc turned around to give him a kiss.

"Happy anniversary," He took off his shoes and ran to the bedroom real quick to change out of his clothes.

"Mon amours, you're gonna burn the food," Lafayette set out glasses on the table and looked to find Y/N and John still in their own little world.

"Guys, I'm not eating burnt lasagna," Alex moves passed them and took the food out of the oven.

"My garlic knots!" Y/N races to the top oven and pulled the bread out, hearing Alex snicker. She punched his arm. “It's not funny."

"It is when it would've been your fault," Alex smirked and went to sit at the table, Hercules coming out of the room with sweatpants and a lose t-shirt on.

"There you are," John went over and gave him a passionate kiss. "Happy anniversary!" Lafayette made his way over and greeted the man the same.

Y/N came out of the kitchen, bowl in hand and sat down next to Herc and Alex, rubbing the formers leg and giving him a kiss.

Laf raised his glass and smiled, "Joyeux anniversaire, mon amours!" They all clinked glasses and smiled at each other.

They talked about their day, and how grateful they were that it was finally the weekend. They've been in their new apartment for two months, and while Herc still worked, the rest of them stayed at home most of the time.

"This is great, babygirl," John said around a mouthful of salad, earning him a kick from Herc.

"Thanks, you helped," Y/N stuck her third garlic knot into her mouth and got snickers from the boys. "Don't test a girl and her bread."

Once they were all done eating, Alex and Herc did the dishes, while Laf cleaned up the table. John and Y/N went to the couch and browsed for a movie to watch.

They decided on some Hugh Jackman movie none of them had seen, and about forty minutes in there was a graphic sex scene.

The couch groaned when Laf shifted in his seat. He was on one end, with Herc in the middle and Y/N on the other end. Alex was laying on John on the couch next to them, and suddenly Alex popped his head up and looked at John with a smirk.

"You want some help with that?" His whisper made John shiver, and he struggled to get into a sitting position.

"Wh-what, what do you mean?" John was getting nervous, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially when he saw Y/N look over at the commotion.

"Dude, you're hard," Alex gave him his space, but still looked down at the obvious dick print on his pants. John flushed in embarrassment, making Alex speak softer, "There's nothing wrong with that."

They brought it up before. They've all been dating for five months, there was obviously an urge. They were all new to it, none of them knew where to start with having sex with five people at once. Laf had made some dirty comments that got Alex all hot and bothered, but John shyed away from the idea, saying it was too early. They all had an unspoken agreement that their first time had to be with everyone, together.

"It is a night of celebration," Laf paused the movie, and looked towards the freckled boy. "And you're obviously ready for a party."

John blushed further at his predatory look, still not making eye contact. Herc ran a hand up Y/N’s thigh and it made her shift.

"We won't force you, John, if that's what you're worried about," Y/N looked at him sincerely. She obviously wanted to do it, but she wouldn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable.

"No, I want to," John finally looked up, taking a deep breath. "I do, trust me..."

Alex started kissing up his neck, and it made him get lost in thought.

"Then let's get this party started," Alex whispered in his ear and it made him whimper.

"I'm a virgin!" He decided to rip off the band aid, screaming out his fear.

It got quiet. John had his eyes closed, and his heart was beating rapidly. What if this was the breaking point?

"Okay," Hercules got up from the couch and crouched in front of him, resting a hand over his cheek. John finally opened his eyes when Herc said, "Nothing wrong with that, either. We'll go slow, if you'd let us?”

John glanced to see all the flustered looks turn into ones of understanding. "You're...you guys aren't upset?"

"Why would we be upset, babe?" Alex looked at him curiously. "There's nothing wrong with being a virgin. Hell, I'm still a virgin some places."

That made Y/N scratch her neck shyly, feeling her face heat up.

"We'll go slow," Herc took his hands in his, rubbing his thumb on the backside. "Is that okay?"

John looked around to see four people who loved him, who he loved.

Slow.

"Okay," John nodded, and then Herc was leading him into the bedroom. Behind them, Alex had pulled Y/N up, giving her a toe-curling kiss. It made Laf bite his lip and then Y/N was intertwining their fingers and pushing them towards the bedroom.

John and Herc were making out on the bed, and Laf snuck up behind John and started kissing his neck. Alex shut the door and wrapped his arms around Y/N, walking them over to their lovers.

"So, uh," John scratches the back of his neck, looking at his partners. "How do we start this?"

"We'll go slow," Laf reminded him. “What do you want to do?"

John closed his eyes softly and thought it over. He didn't want to do anything too far tonight, he didn't want to get overwhelmed. Y/N sensed this and sat next to him on the bed.

"I wanna watch someone give you a blowjob," She shrugged at Herc’s surprised look at her bluntness, but made John groan nonetheless. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, hell yeah," John grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss.

Herc started undressing himself, watching Laf do the same. Y/N moves onto John's neck, sucking a bruise onto his collar bone. Laf ran a hand up her backside and pulled at the hem of her shirt.

"Let me undress you, mon amours," He sat up and pulled John's shirt off him, taking in his broad chest and soft muscles. Him and Alex had the same kind of frame, and he's seen both many times before, but never like this.

Herc ran his hand through Johns curls and tugged a little, noticing the wince of delight coming from him. Alex helped Y/N take her shirt off, smirking at the bra she wore.

"It's nothing special," She scoffed. Alex shook his head and kissed her.

"Doesn't have to be," He whispered against her lips. "You're special enough."

Laf pulled off her shorts as she sat up, running a hand slowly over her ass, looking up to see her softly bite her lip. He smirked and turned to see Herc watch hungrily.

"Now, I believe the lady asked to see a blowjob?" Alex sunk down on his knees, pulling John further down onto the bed. Laf got up and walked around, wanting to watch the show. Herc took his place and wrapped comforting hands around John's upper body. Fingers wrapped around the hem of his boxers and tugged hesitantly.

"I'm gonna take these off, okay?" Alex looked up to see dark eyes, full of lust and anxiousness. John nodded and gasped as he pulled the fabric off slowly.

Y/N went over to Laf's side, caressing his cheek with her blunt nails. They both watched Alex stroke John's cock, pulling his foreskin back and watching precum leak from the tip.

Alex slowly licked up his base, and John moaned loudly, moving a hand up to cover his mouth.

"No, no," Herc took his hand and intertwined it with his own. "None of that, we want to hear you."

John felt goosebumps on his skin, feeling eyes on him. He looked up to see Laf and Y/N completely flustered.

Alex finally moved his mouth down, going about halfway down and hearing his boyfriend moan. He felt himself get uncomfortable with the restriction in his pants, and noticed that he was the only one fully dressed. But that would have to wait.

Herc snaked his hand around John's chest and tugged at a nipple. He grew harder by the second at his moans and Alex's mouth wrapped around his dick. Y/N squeezed her thighs together, and it didn't go unnoticed. Laf smirked as she squirmed, caressing a hand over the back of thigh, making her shiver.

"Fuck, Alex," John threw his head back against Herc's chest, gasping as Alex took him fully into his mouth.

Soon enough, Alex was sucking hard, rubbing the inside of John's thighs and licking around the tip. John's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he let out a shuddering gasp and eventually came down his throat.

Laf rubbed himself through his boxers, and Y/N covered his hand with hers, earning a gasp from the man.

As Alex pulled his shirt over his head, John looked back and kissed Herc, moaning into his mouth. "I want to suck you.”

Herc quickly moved off the bed, kneeling one leg by John’s shoulder. He lowered his boxers to his thighs and John started stroking his cock, Herc groaning at the sensation.

"Y/N, come here," Herc looked back and saw the girl looking completely overwhelmed. And she hasn't even done anything but watch.

She got on all fours, facing Laf still, her backside to Herc, and John watched her underwear fold in as her legs bent.

"Take them off, babe," He looked up and found Herc looking at him eagerly. John reached up with his free hand and pulled down her panties. She gasped and Laf stepped out of his own underwear. Alex was finally naked, too, stroking himself while watching the scene before him.

Y/N pulled Laf towards her and began to lick the tip of his cock, pulling at his ball sack and feeling Herc run a fingertip up her wetness.

Alex sighed as Laf pulled him over and got a hand on him, kissing behind his ear and moaning.

"Holy shit," Y/N gasped as Herc put a finger in her, pulling off Laf and adjusting to the feeling. John's eyes got wide as he saw his finger disappear into her, making a squelching sound.

Moans filled the room as they all tried to take in everything. Herc was holding back, trying not to fuck into Johns mouth. He had a hand on Herc's ass and the other was stroking what he couldn’t hold in his mouth.

Y/N moaned around Laf and his face scrunched up in pleasure. He slurred to himself and kept the pace on Alex's cock. Alex gripped his shoulder as he whispered how good Y/N’s mouth looked around Laf's dick.

Herc sped up the pace, thrusting two fingers into her pussy at a speed that made her tremble. She fisted the sheets in her hands and bobbed her head quicker, trying to get Laf to release.

John was close, again. Hearing all the dirty noises that was coming from his partners did something to him. He loved the feeling of Herc on his tongue; he sucked harder and soon Herc was grabbing his hair and pulling out of his mouth. He stroked his cock fast, cumming on John's chest with a grunt.

Alex watched with dark eyes, thrusting into Laf's big hand and feeling his toe curls. Laf turned to give him a deep kiss, moving his hand faster.

Y/N had been neglected as Hercules bathed in the afterglow; but soon enough he put three fingers in her and focused on curling his fingers and making her cum only seconds later.

The vibrations against his cock made Laf finish in her mouth, some leaking out. That did it for Alex, watching her cheeks hallow and Laf's semen leak down her chin. It was a complete sin.

Heavy breathing filled the room. Y/N pulled off and before she could wipe her chin, Alex leaned down and shoved his tongue into her mouth. It was something filthy; it made John's eyes go wide when he saw Alex run his tongue over her jaw.

He got so lost in the sight that he startled when he felt a hand run over his hip. Laf looked down at him with a smirk, and proceeded to lick Herc's cum off his chest.

"Shit," John's head fell back against the pillows and he let out a sigh. Herc moaned and sat down next to him.

Laf licked all the way up into John's mouth, going slow and making him taste their lover.

Alex put his hand on Herc’s shoulder and gave him a deep kiss, “That’s hot."

"Totally," Herc looked up at him with complete love, holding onto the hand on his shoulder.

Y/N threw wet rags at them, alreayd having thrown on a nightshirt. “I'm not sleeping with sticky men."

"Don't worry, ma cheri," Laf headed to the bathroom, looking her up and down as he said, "I got it all off."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help purse her lips. Herc was smirking and she threw a rag at his head.

Once they all cleaned up, they settled in bed, all throwing on new underwear.

Y/N had fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed, John snuggling close next to her, softly snoring. Laf was looking at something on his phone while Herc snuggled on the other side of John.

"That was fun," Herc looked at the two sleeping with a smile. "Really fun..."

"That it was," Alex pulled back his sheets and waited for Lafayette to come over and scoot towards Y/N. Alex cuddled behind the Frenchman and closed his eyes. "By the way, I'm totally fucking one of you next time."

Laf laughed, "Funny you think you're the one doing the fucking."

"Yeah, Alex, you're totally gonna be the one getting fucked," Herc whispered and heard the man gasp in shock.

"Shhhh," John reaches over and hit Herc in the chest, making the three giggle at his crankiness.

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dvesbackup1 · 3 years

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we found love ✧ joel farabee

@butgilinsky i hope u like this!

word count: 2.6k+

joel farabee x f!reader

warnings: alcohol use, fluff, swearing, yet another friends to lovers trope with beezy (sorry)

*covid doesn’t exist in this story*

3 times joel failed to communicate his feelings, and the one time he finally did.

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you were standing at the kitchen island in your shared apartment, turning the pages of a cook book you had yet to put to use. a few feet in front of you, your best friend samara and her boyfriend, nolan, were bundled up on your living room couch. you were happy for her, truly, but you could only take so much of the third-wheeling. you had everything you could possibly need, a roof over your head, a stable friend group, and you were happy. your tried your best not to complain but seeing samara glow in a different way, left you wondering what it was like to be in her position.

one

“nolan said we’re sitting with the other wives and girlfriends tonight.” samara beamed at her phone, as the both of you walked into the arena.

“isn’t it kind of weird for me to sit with them when i’m not dating any of the players?” you played with the hemming of your black sweater, avoiding eye contact with samara because you knew exactly what she was going to say.

“well, you could be, but you and farabee keep beating around the bush.” she stated matter-of-factly, pushing the door open to the private seating area, and greeting the girls already sitting down. this wasn’t necessarily not true, you had feelings for the young player and it wasn’t a secret, at least not to nolan and the wags. but the both of you pretty much made no effort to change that, leaving no room to conclude the obvious feelings that were definitely not one sided.

“mara, i don’t know what to do about that. i’ve tried talking to him and it’s just awkward. maybe we aren’t compatible as people.”

“y/n! that is bullshit, you know it. he’s a blushing mess whenever you’re around. maybe i can get nolan to talk to him?” you rapidly shook your head, envisioning the scenarios of all the what if’s.

before you could protest ryanne interrupted your thought, “there’s a get together this weekend at our house! maybe joel will invite you.”

more girls in the back shared their agreements, and you finally spoke up. “yeah, i mean that’s not an awful idea.”

samara squeezed your hands with excitement, bouncing up and down on her seat. you faked a bright smile, that masked your anxiety, and tried to think out a possible outcome that didn’t end in total failure.

the game flew by quicker than you anticipated, and the flyers took a close victory against the bruins. as all of you made your way down the tunnel, you caught a glimpse of farabee’s exposed chest and sweaty hair. your eyes raked down, watching his chest rise and fall in a more rapid and consistent rate, due to his shift ending not too long before. as your eyes made their way up to his face again, his own brown eyes were level with yours. embarrassment flooded your body, you quickly diverted your eyes over to samara who was no longer where she stood before. “nolan said a lot of people are bringing a plus one to ryanne and claude’s get together.”

“so basically you’re saying you don’t want to take me?” you teased her, a grin spreading across your face.

“no, i am saying joel should take you though.”

“yeah, we’ll see about that.” you stated doubtedly, allowing her to know she shouldn’t get her hopes up.

she rolled her eyes playfully in disagreement, before nudging your arm. “oh! speak of the devil and he shall appear. hey joel!” you flash joel a smile which he reciprocates, and the eye contact lingers for a little longer than it should. sensing the tension, she spoke up again, “well anyways, joel are you bringing anyone to the get together this weekend?”

you look at joel with hopeful eyes, dreading his response. he hesitates before finally responding, “uh no, i’m not going with anyone.” you moved your eyes to samara, with a look of disappointment.

“not going with anyone either.” you finally blurted, definitely not thinking before you spoke. joel opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by kevin pulling him into a celebratory hug.

the cold wind of february chilled your body, as you and samara walked out of the arena. you rubbed your arms for warmth, before opening her passenger door. “please don’t lose hope, i think he’s just shy.” she spoke reassuringly, which she was something she was extremely good at. you and samara were opposites in many aspects which led to a great friendship. she was extroverted and you were introverted. she helped break you out of your shell when you really needed it, which was something your parents had been grateful for. you knew she was trying to be helpful, so you tried your best to give it a chance.

you adjusted yourself in the seat, and began turning on the aux, “i won’t.”

two

you ran your fingers along the seam of your dress that hugged your body, twisting around in front of the mirror to see all angles. samara had informed you almost a few minutes before that this was no longer a get together and more of a party. you were originally going to wear jeans, but after seeing samara completely dressed up, you felt the obligation to do the same. taking one last look at the mirror, you messed with your hair, grabbed a sweater, and pulled the dress down to fit correctly.

“woahh, look at you! forget nolan, we might have to stay in tonight.”

“hey! i’m sitting right here.”

“is joel bringing anyone?” you were almost embarrassed to ask, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“no, he’s not bringing anyone.”

“didn’t joel tell you he wasn’t bringing anyone?” samara’s heels clacked on the wooden floor, as she joined in the conversation.

“yes but-“

“nope, i’m tired of the two of you running in circles. he’s not bringing anyone because he likes you!”

nolan hummed in agreement, making you shoot him a glare.

the sky had completely turned dark. it was well past nine pm and you rested your head on the back seat window. anxiousness swelled in your belly, and nolan’s playlist could be heard in the background. the ride to the giroux’ was faster than you had wished, you reluctantly helped yourself out of the car. you walked silently behind samara and nolan, listening to your shoes scuff the pavement. as nolan opened the front door, welcoming voices were heard from inside.

“i’m so glad you made it! drinks are in the kitchen.” ryanne pulled you into a tight hug and offered you a smile. as if she read your mind she spoke again, “joel’s not here yet.”

a sigh of relief escaped your lips, that received a chuckle from her as well. you made your way over to tk and kevin, who had clearly gotten to the drinks already.

“don’t mind them, already on their bullshit.” karly rolled her eyes from beside you, filling up her wine glass.

the smile on your face quickly dropped as tk and kevin pointed out joel’s entrance.

“beezer, get over here. we’re playing truth or dare.”

“is that really necessary? kevin, aren’t you 30?” you whisper yelled, even though joel was too far away to hear you.

“hey! i’m 28.” he pretended to be hurt, lightly shoving your shoulder.

their obnoxious game of truth or dare went on for about 15 minutes, from asking couples questions that should’ve remained personal, and embarrassing some of their teammates. you were taking your first sip of your wine, when tk finally spoke up. “hey, joel hasn’t gone yet right?”

“oh it’s fine, i’m not playing.”

“aw no i insist. joel, truth or dare?”

he thought for a minute, “alright fine, dare.”

tk and kevin began whispering to eachother, like children telling secrets. your heart was racing as you scanned the room for samara, who was nowhere to be found. a lump formed in your throat, her absence grew to make you slightly uncomfortable. you almost got up to look for her when kevin and tk finally came up with their dare.

“we dare you, to kiss y/n.” travis and kevin drunkenly giggled. you came to the conclusion they most likely knew about the lingering feelings you had for joel. as you pushed your annoyance aside, you tried to remember that they were intoxicated, they weren’t trying to hurt your feelings. your eyes wandered over to joel, who was leaning up against the cold fridge. a smirk was plastered on his face, and he was shaking his head.

“no, i’m not gonna do that.” his eyes glanced up to you, and the smirk fell as soon as he saw your facial expression.

“excuse me, i’m going to find samara.”

three

here you were, standing in the corner of yet another house party, nursing a glass of rum and coke. the warm, tingly feeling had taken over your body, allowing you to finally relax. considering the events of the last party, you needed it. your eyes made their rounds around the room, samara was snug in nolan’s arm, you could hear her laugh over the noise of the party. tk and kevin were drinking, again, and a group of people were playing beer pong. you spotted joel, who looked like he was doing the same thing as you. back pressed up against the wall, taking slow sips of his beer. you gulped, watching him bring his glass to his lips. he looked good to say the least, he was only wearing a tee shirt and jeans, but the backwards hat was getting to you. especially because you were drunk. you almost laughed to yourself, shaking your head lightly and making your way down the hall. making a wrong turn, you quickly tried to remember your way to the bathroom. as you turned the corner, your body was knocked into someone’s broad chest. a cold liquid splashed onto your top, and the scent of beer filled the air. you recognized joel’s shirt that was decorated with a gold chain, before your eyes trailed up to his.

“shit, i’m so sorry.”

“no worries. i should’ve been watching where i was going.”

“here i’ll help you get cleaned up.” joel led you into the restroom which was two doors behind where you originally stood. dumbass, you thought. you sat down on the edge of the tub, taking the towel from him and slowly attempting to clean yourself up. your hands moved slowly from the alcohol in your system.

“here i gotcha.” he knelt in front of you, gently taking the towel and beginning to dry you himself.

“i’m gonna need a new shirt. i smell like beer.” you sighed.

joel laughed, “i don’t have anything with me besides the shirt i have on.”

“well i certainly wouldn’t mind.” your words came out before you could think, they were slightly slurred but not enough for him to not understand you. you cussed at yourself mentally, scanning his face for some sort of reassurance. joel only laughed again, getting a new towel from the cabinet behind him.

as joel cleaned you up, your thoughts became distracted. his touch was soft enough to send shivers down your spine, and fasten your heartbeat. you had only dreamt about the day your would be so close to him. this is how it should be. your feelings for him over the course of the past few months had quickly intensified. you examined the features on his face. from the stubble on his chin, to the curvature of his eyebrows. “you’re really pretty.” you huffed out, not even caring that the alcohol was talking.

“i think that’s as dry as we’re going to get it.” he stood back up and cleared his throat, obviously avoiding your last statement. you mumbled a ‘yeah’, disappointed in his lack of enthusiasm.

“do you need anything before i-“

“no i’m fine. thank you, joel.” you cut him off, feeling the tears swell around your eyes. they had gotten to the point where they were too watered to just flush away, letting them fall down your cheek as you walked into the hallway.

+ one

valentine’s day was a holiday you didn’t care much for. most likely because none of your significant others ever got you something worth remembering. or even bothered to make the day itself worth remembering, nevermind celebrating. you sat in your bedroom, as kali uchis played on your record player. your head swayed to the music, and you turned the page of your book. a soft knock was heard on your door, and samara’s head popped in.

“happy galentine’s, bestie.” she excitedly pulled a box of chocolates and a small teddy bear from behind her back. a card was taped to the bears hands, and a pink ribbon loosely around its neck.

“you’re so sweet, i love you.” you pulled her into a tight hug, swaying her a little before placing your gifts on your bed. “since you’re probably getting something from nolan, i got you something small.” you handed her a pouch of her favorite candy along with a framed polaroid of the two of you at the beach. a big smile was stretched across you and samara’s cheeks, and your arms were thrown around her securely. the both of you reminisced on the memory before hugging once again.

“i’m probably not coming home tonight.” she said, muffled against your hair.

“no need to rub it in.”

“i left dinner in the fridge. all you have to do is heat it up.”

“you’re the best.” you beamed, before she left your bedroom.

you found yourself on the living room couch covered in blankets. a spoonful of ice cream entered your mouth while you rewatched your favorite show. you reached for your phone on the table when a few knocks were heard on the front door to your apartment. your eyebrows furrowed, before opening to door to see joel anxiously standing in front of you with a bouquet of assorted flowers in his hands.

“hey.”

“hi? what are you doing here?” joel was the last person you expected to show up at your door. you hadn’t seen him in a week or so, but after the drunken incident, you definitely didnt expect to hear from him again.

“can i come in?” you ushered him in, and he stood up against the kitchen island. “i just wanted to explain myself.” you didn’t say anything, you raised your eyebrows letting him know to continue. “i’m sorry about the party, both of them. i should’ve just been honest from the start. i’m sorry for not being straight with you. you don’t deserve that.”

you were speechless, thoughts were flowing through your mind but no sentences were forming. you just didn’t know what to make of it. “how did you know i liked roses?” you finally spoke up, taking them from his hands and searching for a vase in the closet.

he sighed in relief and tapped his fingers on the counter, “i asked samara, i figured she would know best.”

“she definitely does.” the both of you stood in silence for a few minutes. exchanging glances here and there. you eyed the flowers that you set in the vase, you couldn’t help but think it was sweet. and the fact he asked samara what kind you liked made you want to throw your arms around him and pepper him in kisses. “thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful.”

he stood up and made his way over to you. “look i’ve given you every reason to believe otherwise, but i really like you. and if you’d let me, i’d like to take you out today. i promise it’ll be worth it.” you pondered your reply but soon mumbled your approval, too focused on how close his face was to yours. his arm slipped around your lower back, pulling you into him. “if you don’t mind, i’ll make up for that dare.”

“let me think about it.” a smirk grew amongst his lips as he connected them to yours. butterflies invaded your abdomen instantly, and all you could think was this is how it should be.

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You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

You stare at the two story house as if it’s your own home. The red brick walls and white shingles–it’s like your typical house you see in movies. You and Hanbin have been together for eight months and you’ve been over to his house for two months now. His parents and siblings love you. Every time you’re over they’re asking if you’d like to stay for dinner or if you’d like to play family game night together. You would always stay and have dinner or play games even though you knew you were supposed to check in to your hotel room.

They always seemed to distract you and then you’d take their spare bedroom instead of heading to your already bought room. Eventually you just stayed at their place rather than find a hotel.

Today is different in a way. You’re staying at his place as usual, but today Hanbin’s family isn’t home, leaving just you two alone for the weekend. You’re nervous. Why? Because after almost three months of things getting heated between the two of you, you’re wondering if this weekend will be the weekend you lose your virginity to him. It makes you nervous and scared, but you trust him. You wouldn’t want to lose your flower to anyone but him. The man who makes you feel loved, cherished and so protected that you feel like you can go anywhere with him and not be scared of the “monsters” that lurk out in this world.

You walk up to the door with Hanbin after going out to grab some dinner for the movie you’re going to watch in his bedroom. “It’s a scary movie,” he said, and although you like scary movies, you still get scared during the movie and at night when you go to bed and let your thoughts take over. If he’s going to make you watch a scary movie close to night time, he better be ready for you to sleep in his bed with him and against the wall because you are not sleeping alone.

You wait as he unlocks the door, bag in hand and drinks in yours. With the familiar sound of a click from the door, he turns the knob and opens the door, allowing you to enter first. You walk inside the house and further down until you’re standing near the entry ways of the living room and kitchen. Hanbin closes the door behind him and locks it, turning to you with a sweet smile as he walks along with you up the stairs and down the hallway towards his bedroom at the end of the hall.

“I’m so excited,” Hanbin says, the tone in his husky voice showing excitement as well. “I heard No One’s Home is the best horror ghost film this year.” You can’t help but shiver and he seems to notice as he chuckles. “I’ll hold you real close, Y/N. You can your face in my arms.” You smile, feeling your heartbeat quicken. The two of you enter his room and he closes it behind you, following you as you make your way towards his black sofa that is against his wall on the right side of the room.

The room is rather simple but expensive looking. Standing at the doorway, the bed is immediately to your left against the wall, his desk with an expensive computer was at the end of his bed. Black sheets and a gray blanket with a worn stuffed elephant placed in between the two pillows–a stuffed animal he’s had since he was a baby. Along the wall with the sofa is a dresser with little knick-knacks he’s collected over the years along with a few trophies he’s won from his baseball tournaments. At the back far wall is Hanbin’s wall mounted television, underneath is a long bookshelf full of figurines, photos of his friends and family and books on film. On his off white colored walls are photos from movies such as The Godfather, Casablanca and more well known movies.

You take a seat on the sofa, placing the drink on the dark wood coffee table as Hanbin does the same with the food. As you get everything ready you can hear Hanbin get to work setting up the projector placed on a floating shelf above you, ready to project on the empty wall where the bed was against. You place his drink and order in front of the empty spot where he will sit, opening the box and putting the straw into his cup before doing the same for yourself. Once everything is ready and the movie is starting, you watch as Hanbin grabs a remote off from the coffee table, pressing a button and the lights dimming just enough for it to be dark but to still be able to see the food in front of you.

And so you two dig in, the movie already starting with a woman screaming.

You bury your face into Hanbin’s shoulder, earning another laugh from him as the intruder breaks the window to enter the house. He rubs your thigh that was on his lap with his thumb, his other hand holding you closer. “I didn’t know I’d date a scaredy cat when I asked you out.” You shake your head, not wanting to hear the struggle of whatever is happening. He chuckles, his body vibrating from his laughter, giving you a sense of peace from the fear that is hovering over you. He places a kiss on the side of your head, resting his cheek against you. You turn your head to the side, your forehead pressed against his cheek as you focus on the sound of his breathing. Closing your eyes, you enjoy the feeling of him. The feeling of his arms wrapped securely around you, his thumbs rubbing small circles on you, his slow breathing, and his heartbeat.

You move your head back to look at him, watching him as his attention goes from the movie to you. He looks down at you, his brow furrowed in confusion. “What?” Releasing one hand from around his waist, you cup his cheek and lean forward, watching him fill in the gap between you two. He kisses you like he kissed you that first time in front of your dorm room. He’s slow, cautious with you, as if he’s waiting for you to give him the okay. It’s what you like about him, he always puts you first.

You kiss him harder, with more greed as you feel him comply, his tongue brushing along your lower lip for access. You let him enter, his tongue brushing along yours as he shifts on the sofa and lays you on the couch as he places himself on top. He places his hand on the armrest to the sofa, the other finding its way to cup your cheek. You let your hand run through his locks as your other hand clutches onto his maroon colored shirt.

He continues to kiss you for a while longer, his lips making their way to your neck a few times before he breaks the kiss and pulls back. “We should probably stop,” he says, resting on his knees between your legs. The first time the two of you got into the moment, his hand brushed along the skin of your hip, scaring you a bit. You’re nervous and unsure and end the moment in an instant. Thankfully he understood and wasn’t hurt by your sudden reaction. However, it continued every time the two of you got caught up, and sometimes you wondered if he was getting irritated by it.

But he wasn’t. He always reassured you that it’s okay to feel that way. You weren’t ready at the time.

Today, however, you’re ready. You’re more than ready.

You sit up, bringing your legs under you as you get to your knees and almost to his height. You shake your head, cupping his cheeks and kissing him once more. You feel him hesitate at first, unsure if this is what you really want, but you have to let him know. You have to let him know you’re ready. Grabbing his hands, you place them on your hips, this time brushing your tongue along his bottom lip. He seems to understand what you’re trying to say, his grip on your hips tightening, his greed he lost coming back to life.

Your hands travel down from his cheeks to the hem of his shirt, trying to push it up and off of him. He releases his grip on you and helps you, quickly removing his shirt. Letting the shirt fall to the floor, he kisses you again; you let your hands roam his toned stomach, feeling every line of his abs. They’re hard even when he’s not flexing. A sign he’s clearly worked out a lot.

You feel his hands reach for your shirt, but he’s hesitant. Unsure if it’s what you want, so you grab your shirt and pull it off yourself. Feeling your heart race and the fear consume you as you realize you don’t have a shirt anymore. You’re topless in front of your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend. He’s not a stranger. He’s not someone you’re hooking up with. He’s someone you’re going to make love with. Someone who was so shy in asking you to be his girlfriend that he asked you to be his wife on accident because of the show you two were watching. You never laughed so hard. He’s your boyfriend. He won’t see you any different.

That’s what you have to tell yourself as you remove your hands from over your body, letting him see you. He holds your cheeks, bringing your gaze back up to him. He gives you a soft kiss. A warm and caring kiss. “Are you sure?” he asks in a whisper, his lips brushing along yours.

You swallow and nod. “I’m ready,” you mumble back, looking into his hazel colored eyes.

He nods back, kissing you slow and delicately like you can break any minute, and you feel like you can. You feel his hands travel down carefully until he reaches your sides. He feels the curve of your hips, the side of your bra but never your chest. You want to move his hands there, but you’re too scared to move your own hands from his chest. You’ll just have to let him take his time.

He breaks the kiss again, and not just a few inches, but far enough that you can see the details to his facial features. The mole on the bridge of his nose, his long lashes, and so much more but he doesn’t give you the chance as he wraps an arm around your waist and the other at the back of your thighs, lifting you off the couch. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, watching as he takes a few steps around the coffee table and towards the bed. He climbs onto the bed before lying you down, his body hovering over yours once again.

He places himself between your legs as he kisses you this time with more need than the last. His hand is on your stomach, trailing small circles around your belly button. You shiver under his touch. The kissing continues with your tongues dancing around one another as you find yourself getting a little more confident as you trail your hands down to the beginning of his pants. He doesn’t let you continue as his hand travels up to the fabric of your bra. Your hands stop, body a little tense again as he let’s a finger trail between the valley of your breasts. He plays around your breasts, waiting for you to relax a bit, and when you finally do, you realize your heart is going to explode. He finally places a hand on your boob, waiting a few before he squeezes lightly.

It feels strange if you’re going to be honest. You’ve never been groped before so you’re unsure as to what it should feel like. Maybe because you have the bra on that it’s weird? If you took off your bra would things feel better? Even though you’re beyond scared, you arch your back as a sign for him to remove your last top clothing article. He takes the hint and his hand goes to your back, struggling a little before he unclasps your bra. He kisses his way back down to your neck, licking and sucking as his hand comes out from under you and makes its way under your loose article. His hand is warm as he takes a light hold of your flesh. He squeezes and it still feels strange.

He plays with your nipple, moving it in small circular motions and even pinching it. It feels slightly nice as he bites your neck. He flicks it and you can’t help but jerk at the sudden motion, but you want him to do it again. You want him to take away the bra so that it’s not in the way.

“Hanbin,” you mutter, catching his attention. You grab your bra and pull it off you, feeling your face go red as you toss it across the room. His eyes travel down from your eyes to your naked top. Leaning down you feel the butterflies explode as he kisses just above your nipple. He kisses below it, kissing around them before he takes one into his mouth. It’s warm and different as he swirls his tongue around, sucking the tip and your body reacts, arching your back for him to take more.

You’ve touched your breasts in a sensual way before, but you didn’t feel this aroused as you do now with Hanbin touching you the way you did. You want him to continue on for who knows how long. You just want to be in this euphoria for as long as you can be before you face–

He grinds himself against your core, your breath hitching from the sudden movement. He does it again, a little rougher as he switches breasts. There’s another intake as you feel the pressure between both your clothed cores. You open your legs wider for him, wanting to feel him grind against you again, and he does. Grinding your own hips to meet the small friction happening between the two of you, Hanbin takes your now hardened nipple between his teeth and bites, pulling it just enough to earn a small moan from you.

As if he couldn’t take it anymore, Hanbin sits up and works on unbuttoning your jeans, you’re just as eager to help. He pulls down your pants and takes them off before they disappear behind him and leaves you now in just your underwear. He looks down to your womanhood, his finger traveling to the fabric. He lets it slide over the silk, his fingers brushing lightly but still causing your body to react from the sudden touch.

He meets your gaze, eyes full of lust that you can’t look away. You feel his finger again, pressing harder so that his fingers traveled between your lips and stopped at your bud where he forms a circular motion. You take in a deep breath never realizing how wet you already were from the few minutes of what he’s done to you. You can’t help but wonder what he feels, but you don’t have to think hard as you can see it in his eyes and the obvious bulge in his pants.

“Ah,” you quietly let out, body twitching from the pleasure you’re getting. Your breathing is slightly uneven as you take a handful of his blanket in your hands. “Hanbin,” you whisper, watching his finger the entire time while he watches you.

Maybe he understands what your body is telling him but your mind isn’t processing because he removes his finger from your bud and grabs the band of your pantie, removing it slowly and off you. Watching him scoot back and lean forward, you can’t help but imagine the first time this happened. The first time you experienced oral sex was when you had your eyes closed and you were lying on Yoongi’s bed as he held your legs open and–

You shake your head, no longer wanting to remember him. He’s not in your life anymore. You haven’t seen him in almost two months–you really haven’t seen him since that night when you had your double date with Ari and Hoseok. When Sam left his bedroom…

Your moan is louder, body pulling back and your back arching as you feel Hanbin run his tongue between your folds. You feel his arms wrap around your thighs, his hands holding them open as he continues his rhythm of a few licks between before going to swirl around your bud, sucking lightly. Your toes curl at the sensation as his hot breath hits your warmth as he creates your fourth orgasm, the building up becoming too much that your body shakes as you see the white stars and the build up burst.

You can feel your skin turning sticky from the sweat that built up from the heat slowly rising the room. The afternoon sun shining through the window, making Hanbin’s skin glow as he sits up, looking down at you. He looks sexy. His jet black hair sticking to his forehead from his own sweat, his toned body glistening as well, and the bulge more evident than before. Just like that first time in Yoongi’s room–your mind refuses to think but rather listens to your body as you get to your knees, kissing him again and your hands traveling to his pants.

You don’t hesitate this time as you unbuckle the belt to his pants, working on his button before finally zipping the zipper down. You don’t pull down his pants but let your hand go in and feel his length. It pulses from under his boxers and it’s hard, the tip leaving a small gap between the band and his pelvis. You grip his member, hearing an intake of his breath as you follow the length up and down. He grabs one cheek of your behind with one hand while the other goes down in between you two, his fingers finding its way to your bead again.

His breathing is ragged as you palm him, feeling his length radiate heat through the fabric as you suppress a moan as he rubs your own heat. Your tongues dance around one another as you finally bring your hand inside his last clothing article, feeling the skin of his penis. It’s warm and pulses in your hand as you do what…

You push that memory back as you let your hand do what it did that day, forgetting the person you practiced on. He moans into your mouth as you rub your finger on his tip, feeling a sticky substance coming from his slit. “Pre cum,” Ari told you when describing the male penis to you. Who knew having a friend open to talking about sex can help you now.

You can’t take it any longer as you feel the familiar high coming as you remove your hand from his pants and use both to push them to pull down his pants and off him. His hand leaves yours and he hops off the bed and removes his pants and boxers in one motion. You stare at his erect member, swallowing at the size of it. It looks big–bigger than Yoongi’s. You can’t stop the fear taking over as you think of that entering you. It’s going to hurt. It’s going to hurt so much.

As if sensing your fear, Hanbin climbs back onto the bed, cups your cheeks and brings your gaze up to him. “It won’t hurt like you think it will, Y/N. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you’re ready, and when you know you’re ready, you tell me and then we’ll try. If you’re not ready today, we don’t have to do it,” he reassures, his voice soft and filling you up with warmth.

You nod, feeling a bit more at ease as he kisses you once, twice, and then you’re lost in his lips. His hands travel down, feeling the curve of your body until he’s back to rubbing your clit, bringing back the feeling once again. You can’t help but bring your own hands back to his, feeling it pressed up against your stomach as you rub it between your hand and stomach. He moans into your mouth as you do the same, feeling the need to do more for him. Grabbing his sex, you bring it down, opening your legs wider as you move his hand away and place it between your folds, remembering how you did it with–no. Stop.

Hanbin breaks the kiss and looks down between you two before looking back up at you. “Please move,” you mumble. feeling already sensitive from him pressed against you. He pulls back, climbing off the bed again. You’re confused as you watch him make his way to his dresser, opening the first drawer, digging around for a second before pulling out a plastic wrapper and a black bottle. He comes back to you, tossing the condom on the bed completely forgetting about it as he focuses on the bottle, opening it and pouring a clear liquid substance onto his open palm. Closing the lid and dropping it next to the forgotten condom, he rubs it between his hands before coating his staff with it.

You realize it’s lube.

He makes his way back to you on the bed, on his knees in front of you as he nods, grabbing his rod and putting it back between you. It’s cold and you can’t stop the gasp escaping past your lips as you go still, waiting for your body to get used to the sudden change in temperature. “Sorry,” he mumbles, voice low and uneven as if he’s trying to stop himself from coming already. After a few seconds of deep breaths from him, he moves, his erection sliding along your vagina. You gasp, feeling the familiar pleasure you feel that day coming back. You close your legs, trapping him between you as he moves, a groan leaving him.

He keeps his pace slow-like as you feel the heat between the two of you grow. “Faster.” You want to feel him–feel him move at a fast pace that you can’t keep still. He complies with your request, capturing your lips as his thrusts become more quick. He glides against you so quickly and with ease as you feel your high grow more and more. The two of you are groaning into each other’s mouths as his thrusts are faster and harder, his pelvis hitting your own that if you weren’t desperate for him to go harder, you would feel the pain ten times more than you do right now. He wraps his arm around your waist to hold you still as he pounds against you.

You pull away, gasping and choking on a moan as you clutch onto him, wanting to become undone so badly. Hanbin stops moving, letting go of your waist as he instructs, “Lie down on your back.” You do as told, feeling your skin peel apart from each other as you lie on your back, looking up at him. He scoots closer to you, placing his sex between your folds again before grabbing your legs closing them and trapping him between them. You bend your knees close to your chest as you feel him move again, his grip on your ankles tightening immediately as he begins to pant.

The moans come back, your hands clutching onto his blanket. You’re close this time. Coming close a lot faster than you were earlier. Maybe it’s the angle, or it’s how he can thrust faster without having to be blocked, but your toes curl, back arching into an uncomfortable position as your body shakes, the long awaited orgasm finally coming undone. You can tell Hanbin’s rhythmic thrusts are uncertain now as he groans louder and a curse leaving his lips as he stills and a warm substance lands just below your belly button.

He releases his grip on your ankles, your legs falling like jelly onto the bed and Hanbin resting his hands on either side of you, his head resting against your shoulder. The two of you breath heavily as the sunlight barely filters through the trees, the room almost completely engulfed in darkness as the ceiling lights had turned off when you finished eating. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he mutters, his breath hitting your collar bone.

He brings his head up to look into your eyes, his hazel eyes glistening from the dim sunlight, black hair sticking to his forehead. You reach a hand up and brush the strands away. “Can we keep going?” you ask, voice barely a whisper, but he hears you loud and clear.

His brows rise. “You want to continue?” You give a slow nod. Did you mess up by asking to continue? Is he tired? Does he not want to? “If you want to we can. It may take me awhile to… you know.” He smiles sheepishly at you, giving you a second to catch on to what he’s saying.

“Oh. Okay,” you reply, nodding in somewhat understanding. You had two orgasms within the first session, so you don’t understand the male body. Maybe all men are different and Hanbin just takes a bit to get into the mood. “We can stop if you want.”

Your boyfriend chuckles. “It’s all about you today, Y/N. If you want to continue we will. It won’t be that long before I’m hard again.” With another nod from you, Hanbin leans down and places a kiss on the tip of your nose. He kisses down to your lips, the two of you sharing the sweet moment before he continues down further. He gives each breast light kisses before reaching your stomach, going down the center of your stomach and stopping before your belly button. He moves down to reach your center. His eyes travel up to you, his hands finding yours and he interlocks your fingers together. “I’ll be trying something. If you’re uncomfortable just tell me.”

Giving him your “okay”, he continues a bit further down until his tongue brushes between your lips again. You can’t help but gasp, your body clearly sensitive to the touch. He lets your hands go and as he holds one leg down, the other is there right along his tongue. He opens the folds, his tongue working its magic and even going a bit further by entering your hole just a bit. You revel in the feeling of his tongue, letting yourself get lost in the feeling as his tongue is back on your clitoris, fingers still where he put them.

His finger glides up and down, collecting what juices you made before he stops lower than where his mouth is. He forms a small circle around your entrance and slowly sticks one finger in. It’s barely the tip of his finger, but it feels strange. However, you’re too absorbed in the feel of his mouth as he inches another finger in. He continues until he has almost his entire finger inside you. Hanbin pulls out before slowly pushing back in.

It feels weird–it feels strange, but maybe he’s trying to get your body used to it before it’s him that enters. When he pulls out, he enters another finger, carefully pushing two digits in you, and you can’t help but feel even more strange. How long does it take before you’re enjoying the feeling? It honestly didn’t take long for the mouth to make you feel good, but his fingers are different. You close your eyes and try to enjoy the feeling you’re getting as best as possible without letting the fear take over.

“Ah,” you moan, body jerking as you feel his mouth suck a bit harder than earlier on your bud. Hanbin continues his small thrusts, twisting his fingers as he enters again, and once curling his fingers, but as he continues, the strange feeling is slowly being replaced with pleasure. He searches and tries as many angles as he can until he finds a sensitive area inside you. “Right there,” you gasp, as he pulls his fingers out. He looks up to you for what looks like reassurance. “Right there please.”

As Hanbin enters his fingers again, he does what he did the last time, twisting his fingers and curling them to hit the same spot so perfectly. You moan louder, bucking your hips from how strong the feeling is. He does it again and again, always finding the same spot as you clutch the blanket, moving your own hips to his movements. “Faster,” you beg, bringing your hips back as he does with his fingers before the two of you meet moving forward. He picks up his pace, the sound of what you can describe as sticking your fingers in slime and the wet sound coming after filling the room along with your moans. You can’t hold back any sounds escaping your body, even if you fear the neighbors hearing you–it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is feeling the whirl of emotions you’re having right now.

You’re begging now. Begging for him to go faster to give you that rush you’re so close to getting, but it’s not enough. “I need you,” you moan, looking down at him as his eyes meet yours. He pulls back and out, sitting up and cocking his head to the side. “I need you in me,” you rephrase, watching as a small ‘o’ forms around his lips in realization.

“Are you sure?” he questions.

“Please.”

He looks hesitant again. Like a child afraid to take something after his mother said “no”, but he moves forward and grabs his girth, lining it up to you. He glances at you. “If it’s uncomfortable–”

“Just tell you,” you say.

He chuckles. “Guess I talk a lot.”

You reach a hand out to him and he takes it. Holding his hand you look at him with a look of comfort this time. “I’m ready. I trust you.”

He inhales, caught off guard by your words. “Okay.” Grabbing the condom and lube bottle, the two items long forgotten about, he rips the wrapper open with his mouth and pulls out the condom, rolling it onto his fill. Tossing the package to the floor, he opens the cap to the bottle and pours it onto his hand, closing the lid and dropping it to the ground where the wrapper lies. You watch him as he rubs the clear substance on his protected shaft. Once he figures it’s covered, he strokes himself a few times before aligning it back to you.

He rubs his bulge up and down your sex, sending a shiver down your spine. Finally, he pushes himself in. You feel him enter but it’s a small amount before he pulls back out just barely leaving the tip inside. He pushes himself back in, a little further in. Pulls out. Again back in, more entering. He continues this, the feeling strange because it’s bigger and he can’t twist or curve it like he did with his fingers. You can feel your walls widen, but it’s not painful like you thought it would. There’s no tears like they have in the movies or what people tell you.

“Sex isn’t painful like people think. If your vag is prepped enough, it won’t feel like you’re being stabbed like the actors make you think. It’s all about knowing your body,” Ari told you when you first confessed to her about your first heated moment with Hanbin.

You’re not afraid, your body isn’t tense like you thought it would be. You’re calm and ready more than ever, and although it feels strange, once he starts moving in and out you know you’ll feel what all women feel.

Hanbin finally comes to a stop, his erection fully inside you. “How are you?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” you answer.

He nods, leaning forward and placing a warm kiss to your lips. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

You wait for a bit. Waiting for your body to get used to his size. When you feel like your body has adjusted, you exhale. “Okay.”

Hanbin moves. Pulling out like he did with his fingers, slow and careful. You’re unsure as to when you’ll feel good, but right now it’s just strange. It’s not uncomfortable or painful. It’s just… weird. He pushes back in, his own breathing uneven, eyes shut tight.

“Are you okay?”

He struggles to let out a chuckle as he answers, “You’re really tight and warm. I’m losing my mind right now.”

“Oh.” Even through the reddened and sweat filled cheeks, you can still feel the heat rise in them.

He opens an eye. “Are you okay?” He pulls back out.

“Yeah,” you half lie. You don’t want to tell him how you really feel. “You can move faster.”

He exhales. “Okay.” The blanket on either side of you shifts due to Hanbin’s grip tightening as he pushes in faster than the last thrust. Resting on his elbows now, Hanbin leans forward and kisses you. You cup his cheeks, feeling his tongue enter yours without a thought as his thrusts into you, the feeling still foreign. Your tongues play around one another with more practice compared to the first time. With practice you’re used to your boyfriend biting your lower lip, pulling back just a bit. With practice you find it so attractive and love how he’ll sigh in such content as you would do the same.

And with practiced thrusts, you finally let out a moan as the strange feeling disappears and the familiar thrill enters in its place. Your moan seemed to encourage Hanbin as he thrusts even faster than earlier, earning another muffled moan. The kiss breaks, Hanbin sitting back up on his knees with his hands gripping your hips, and you grab onto his wrists, eyes shut as you finally enjoy the feeling of sex.

You moan out his name and he moans out a curse as he pounds into you, the sound of your moans and skin slapping fills the room, the sun long gone and moonlight shining through the window along with the projector light now playing a white light. Opening your eyes to look at him. You can only see his outline, the light from the projector creating an illusion that he’s a god coming down from above. A god thrusting into you so good that your back arches, giving the god-like figure a chance to dip forward and bring his arm under you, changing your positions in one swift movement. You place your hands on his chest to keep your balance still as you adjust yourself now on top of him.

You sway your hips forward and back as you watch your shadow on the wall in front of you. Your hair is wild and if it were a mirror you’ll probably see the mess Hanbin has made out of you, but you can’t stop to focus on yourself as you hear a moan leave your boyfriend’s lips, his hands traveling from your hips up to grab your breasts and squeeze. His moans urge you to move faster and harder like he did. His pleas urge you to be just as quick as he is as you sit up straight and begin to bounce on him, the familiar sounds of slapping skin and moans filling the room again within seconds.

You can feel it again. You can feel the tense feeling licking the edge ready to burst. Hanbin grunts loudly, his body stiffening beneath you as you bounce a few times more before you feel the walls clench around him and the orgasm hit like a wall breaking down a dam. You sway your hips, eyes shut and nails digging into Hanbin’s skin as you ride out your orgasm, feeling your legs trying to close shut around his waist. After a few seconds and the world coming back to life, you hear the pants coming from you two along with the whirring sound from the projector.

You open your eyes to see Hanbin staring at the roof, his chest heaving as you slowly pull yourself off him, flinching as you feel him leave you. Lying next to him, he turns his head towards you, sweat more evident on his skin than earlier today. “That was–how do you feel?”

“It was amazing and intense,” you confess, feeling your voice crack. Your emotions are all over the place and you’re trying hard not to have that urge to cry.

He shifts his body facing you, caressing your cheek as he leans forward to place a kiss on your lips. “What do you want to do? Do you want to take a shower?”

“I want to sleep.” Your body will refuse to get up and make its way towards his bathroom, but you know it’ll get up just a bit to climb under the covers, and it does as Hanbin leans over the bed to grab his shirt and boxers. He hands you his shirt for you to put on as he removes the condom and tosses it into the trashcan next to his desk and puts his boxers on. When you’ve settled in, Hanbin brings you into his arms and you fall asleep almost immediately.

The following morning you wake up before he does, remembering all that happened the night before. You turn to look at his sleeping figure, watching his chest rise and fall slowly. After five minutes of debating with yourself, you decide to wake him up.

The two of you barely left that room for the rest of the day.

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cyber3lf · 3 years

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say it back

˖⋆࿐໋₊ ✎ synopsis: oikawa and you seemed like the perfect couple. but recently it seems that he has been loosing interest in you. will this be the end of your relationship with him?

pairing: oikawa x fem. reader

genre: angst

word count: around 900

warnings: none.

*unedited

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you and oikawa have been dating for around almost five months now. it was blissful at first of course. why wouldn’t it be? the guy is smart, charming, athletic, talented, pretty darn handsome, and obviously for these characteristic traits he pursued, girls were practically drooling over him and boys wanted to be him. and to be honest, he could have anyone else but he chose you instead.

of course you weren’t the overprotective type. you don’t mind him being near girls, talking to them, liking their post on the gram, etc. but you do question his feelings towards you. you would notice he would be oddly nice towards these girls. you didn’t overthink it that much. you shouldn’t question your boyfriend. why else would he be with you then?

unfortunately, things started to go downhill. he started to grow distant from you. barely glanced at you in the hallways let alone smile at you at the very least during passing period. you also noticed that he stopped giving you pda. not that you mind because of course it is a little embarrassing. nonetheless, you missed him showing you off to his friends. to his family. to the world.

but of course you didn’t want to say anything about it. what if he thought you were clingy? then he’ll definitely break up with you.

everytime during lunch you would go up to him and try giving him hugs only for you to be neglected and pushed away. you gave up after that.

communicating wasn’t your best thing. i mean sure you tried talking to him to see what was wrong with him but it was always the same responses. “i’ve been tired this week.” or “i’m busy right now maybe later?”

you decided one evening to shoot him a text message asking to go on a date this weekend. it took him 4 hours to reply back but finally he said “sure.” it wasn’t the usual “yes!!!!” with a bunch of lovey dovey emojis which sadden you for a bit but at least he agreed right? you sent him the details for the date. where you would meet up and at what time.

you laid in bed that night thinking about all of the things the both of you will be doing that day.

the weekend finally came around which means the date is going to be tonight. you were so excited. no. excited wasn’t even the word to describe how you feel right now. it was like you were on cloud seven. sadly that wouldn’t be for long though and you were in for a very rude awakening.

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“hey,” you walked up to oikawa who was waiting by the entrance of the amusement park. it was a very ordinary place to go for a date but it seems like your boyfriend didn’t mind.

oikawa nodded his head back to you indicating that he has acknowledged your presence and is ready to head inside. you tried to snake your way to his hand and hold it but he moved abruptly and you took that as a sign to stop. it hurt you a bit but you didn’t want to say anything to ruin the mood.

strike one.

you guys walked around in silence. of course you asked him about his week and what he was up to with his volleyball club but all he did was give you simple plain answers as he was scrolling through his phone laughing to himself at the screen that lit up his face. great. third wheeling on your planned out date?

strike two.

“hey! let’s go on that ferris wheel,” you suggested pointing to a big colorful, bright wheel that was giving the place most of the light sources.

“sure. why not?” he shrugged. you quickly grabbed his hand and dragged him to the line. there were a lot of people. more than you had expected. most of them were couples cuddling up against each other. laughing and talking. one was so loud you couldn’t help but smile at their sarcastic quarrel. you wished it could be like that again. maybe though. if you tried. maybe. in another world.

eventually it was your guys’ turn to get on the wheel of sights. instead of seated next to you, oikawa sat on the opposite bench of yours. the ride was slow and smooth. you were panicked with emotions. what should you say to him?

“cmon say something idiot. anything. something that will make this night better. something that will make this relationship work.”

“i love you.” your mouth slipped. but you mean it.

“oh shit oh my gosh. what now? will he say it back? why did i say such a stupid thing. please say it back. say anything please.” your mind raced.

silent. it was like the world has stopped.

“look at this view. it’s gorgeous up here—” oikawa started but was suddenly cut off by your desperate need for him to say “i love you” back.

strike three.

“are you gonna say it back?” you mumbled, curiously. although you would prefer it if you didn’t know. you couldn’t look up at your boyfriend. but when you did he didn’t even spare you a glance.

the ferris wheel came to a stop. you grabbed your belongings and headed out there as quickly as you could wishing he would stop you. grab you by the wrist like in those cringe love shows. call out your name. anything to make you turn around but it was hopeless.

a/n: lemme know if you want a part two?( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ )

sequel

#haikyuu!!#haikyu #oikawa fic #oikawa imagine #oikawa x reader #anime #fanfic #toru oikawa #oikawa angst #haikyuu fan fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyu x reader #haikyu angst #haikyu oikawa

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n0wornever · 4 years

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Wish You Were Sober - Luke Patterson x Reader

Based on the song by Conan Gray :)

“Are you sure that you don’t want to come?” Alex questions, giving her a quick side hug.

She sighed, leaning into him for a second. “No, I really don’t want to be around drunk people tonight.”

Alex rose an eyebrow “Or is it a particular drunk person...”

She pushed his shoulder back, a smirk sneaking forward on her lips. She shook her head at him as she pushed him toward his car. She watched her friend’s jeep pull out of her driveway and gave him a half-hearted wave.

Her phone buzzed, a new message blasting to the front of her screen. She rolled her eyes as she read his name. She opened the device, reading through the message.

“Alex told me you’re not coming tonight. Bummer :(”

She tried to fight the grin that stretched across her face at how quickly he had figured this out. She had just told Alex no longer than 10 minutes ago. She really wanted to say something witty, but the her racing heart betrayed her and fogged her thoughts. She sat down on her front porch stair, typing a weak response.

“Sorry :(”

Three little dots danced across the conversation, falling after a moment. Left on read. She shoved her phone back into her pocket as she walked back up the stairs to her house.

Y/N wasn’t opposed to high school parties. Give her a few drinks and she may convince you that she actually enjoyed them. It was the overall sinking feeling she got in her stomach as she watched him clumsily stumble around the room with a pretty blonde on his arm that made her dread events. She knew it was petty to avoid social gatherings entirely because of one person, but she had convinced herself that the only way to get over her crush on her neighbor, Luke Patterson, was to cut off communication cold turkey.

They had wandered into each other’s lives three years ago, when Luke’s parents purchased the house next to her own. Their mothers being the hostesses that they were, pushed for joint family dinners and barbecues to get to know everyone. Y/N would usually make herself pretty scarce, bringing her ukelele down and sitting on their old swing tied to the tree in their yard, watching the interactions from afar.

That was until Luke made it his mission to walk over and break the silence. As he approached her, he pointed at the instrument in her hand and smiled. “You play?”

“No, it’s for show,” She said, strumming it again.

Luke laughed at her, placing his hand on one rope attached to the swing. She tried to distance the eye contact, but fell victim to his dark green eyes. “For how long?”

She moved her eyes back to the instrument, fiddling with the third string in her hand. “A few years now...” she trailed off.

“Nice. I play guitar and....” She took note of his wandering sentence, looking over to see his jaw locked as he stared at her. “And you don’t care about anything I’m saying.”

This brought a smile to Y/N’s face, letting her nose scrunch a bit. “It’s nothing personal, just don’t like forced interactions.” She starting to play a soft melody, looking over at her mom, smiling wide at whatever Luke’s dad said.

“Unfortunately my mom is the queen of hosting.”

Luke nodded, his eyes darting from the table back to her. He nodded his head back in the direction of his house. “We could ditch and just jam in my garage?”

Her hand stilled. She looked over at her mom pulling out a phone with most likely a horrible old image of her in pigtails. She met Luke’s eyes again and nodded. “Quickly, please.”

He moved back from the swing, letting her plant herself back on the ground before leading her across the lawn.

From that day, Luke and Y/N had an interesting relationship. They weren’t exactly best friends, but they were able to bond over their love of music and their hatred of family events. Y/N would use his quiet personal refuge in his garage often just to strum her uke in someone else’s presence, the two rarely talking.

That was until Luke would cave and play a part of a song for her review. She always giggled at the boyish glow in his eyes when he played something for any willing audience. She’d give him notes and listened to draft after draft until it was completed.

It was about a month ago when she realized her feelings toward the guitarist had changed. One night she snuck over the fence for a first in-person event that Luke’s new band held. There were only two people in attendance, a pretty brunette who was attached to Luke’s waist, and Y/N. The boys were going to run through a few songs before the next battle of the bands.

Luke’s eyes met hers with his bright smile. “Y/N you made it! Josie will have someone to sit with.” He beamed down at the girl next to him.

She awkwardly planted herself on the couch next to the girl, mumbling a ‘hi’ in her direction. The interaction cut short by Josie turning away from her, the obvious conclusion that the girl was going to gawk at the musician the whole time. Y/N curled her feet underneath her, rotating from scrolling through social media and listening to the boys.

As her eyes gravitated toward the stage, she watched as Luke smirked at Josie, shooting a wink in her direction. She felt this feeling in her stomach that made her want to throw up, shoulders sinking lower. Alex’s eyes met her from behind the drumset for a moment before she moved back to her phone.

As the guys put away their instruments, Luke ushered Josie into the house. His drummer jogged over to meet Y/N at the couch. “You okay? You seem even more disengaged than usual.”

She let a little smile curl on the corner of her mouth as she met his soft eyes. “I’m fine Alex, just felt a little awkward.”

Alex placed his drumsticks in his back pockets, shifting his weight to his left side. “You can just say you don’t like Josie?”

Y/N stammered “It’s not that I don’t like her, I don’t know her I just...I don’t know.”

He eyed her up and down “I think you do. And I think the reason is inside right now with another girl.”

She bit her lip, throwing a pillow at the boy in front of her. Alex dodged it, laughing to himself.

She’d never been jealous before, but she didn’t like how nauseous it made her. This feeling followed her to every party or event that she went to. Luke would always bring some new girl on his arm, and she’d watch as he’d twirl her out onto the dance floor or catch them sloppily kiss each other in the kitchen while blacked out.

So she stopped going to parties. She didn’t expect Luke to notice, they didn’t even really talk at those events. They would say hello and Luke would try to get her drunk 90% of the time because he had determined that she needed to ‘let loose and have fun.’ She would roll her eyes and down a shot so he’d leave her alone.

Instead, Y/N spent most weekends with Alex or Reggie or Julie, and nights by herself in her room with her ukelele and a notebook. She’d started writing music when Luke formed the band, inspired by her friends’ talent and her budding feelings she toward one particular band member. She was happy that she had finally started writing songs instead of just strumming to Colbie Caillat lyrics all the time. It was the first time she felt like a true musician.

She pulled out her notebook and tucked her pen behind her ear, pulling her uke to her chest. She hummed for a moment, staring up into the distance as she thought. A few moments later, she grabbed the pen quickly and scribbled a few lines down on the page. She continued this pattern until she had finished the bridge of her new piece. As she set down her pen, there was a knock at her window.

She grabbed her keys, equipped with a small pocket knife and pepper spray and inched toward the glass. As she got closer she could make our curly brown hair. as she leaned into the futon, she looked out to see a wide-eyed boy staring back at her.

“Patterson, really?” She shook her head as she unlocked the window and pulled it up.

The boy fell into the room heavily, automatically making Y/N worry about her parent’s wandering ears. She held up her finger to her mouth. “Quiet or I’ll kill you.” She walked past him to stop the cold air from seeping in.

She stomped back over to stand in front of the boy, hands on her hips. “What are you doing here?”

Luke’s eyes were barely open, and she could smell the whisky from her safe distance. He stumbled a bit as he tried to walk forward toward her. She grabbed his hand and led him back to the futon. He leaned his arm on the back of the seat, looking at her with a smirk pulled onto his left cheek.

“Y/N, I missed you tonight.”

She rolled her eyes “Did you really climb on my roof to say that?”

He nodded, moving closer to her “You’re avoiding me.” he said, lip jutting out into a pout.

“No I’m not.”

His eyes tried to widen at her and she pursed her lips. He put his hand her thigh as he spoke again in an animated whisper. “I think you are, and I’m not happy about it. Y/N I thought we were friends.”

Her heart thumped at this statement. She did feel guilty about ignoring him without giving him a reason. He was so busy with school, the band and girls she didn’t think that his neighbor leaving him alone would be an issue. Luke’s hand came up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, giving her a wider smile.

“You look pretty in this light,” He slurred, body moving forward toward her.

She had to shut this down. She felt goosebumps raise on her arms as his hand trailed down her left side. He was drunk out of his mind right now. She couldn’t deal with the very real emotions she was having about this moment, as it was clear that this blank stare and dilated pupils were the only things present on his end. She stood up from the couch and held out her hand for him to take.

“I think you should go,” Luke rose to meet her, hand coming to grab at her waist.

“Y/N, wait.”

She shook her head, moving over to the window. This drunk idiot was lucky she lived on the first floor. She pointed outside as she looked back over at him. His eyes drooped as he stumbled across the floor. He placed a foot outside before turning back to her once more.

“Y/N..”

She cut him off, rubbing her right eye with her hand “Just go, Luke, we’ll talk later.” He frowned at her before disappearing out into the darkness.

She shut the window and moved over to her bed, flopping onto her back. She pressed her fingertips to her temples. She sat back up to pull back her covers before getting underneath them and shutting off her light.

Early in the morning, she woke up to her mother yelling to her from the kitchen. She crawled out of bed, pulling her slippers on her feet before opening her door and moving sluggishly toward the next room. Her mom was hard at work at the stove, making Sunday breakfast. He mom’s eyes met hers with a soft smile, eyes fogged under her glasses from the steam.

“We have a visitor this morning,” She stated.

Y/N gave her a confused look before she saw the small smile on a certain brunette’s face as he sat at her kitchen island. She was tempted to run back to her room, feeling faint from the heat rushing all over her body. Instead, she crossed her arms in front of her as she walked slowly toward him.

Luke looked at her with wide eyes, “can we talk.” She sighed, looking at the way his twiddled his thumbs as he spoke.

She gave him a small smile, pointing out of the room. She looked over to her mom before heading toward her door. “Let us know when breakfast is ready, I just have to show Luke something real quick.” Her mom beamed at the pair, nodding.

Luke trailed behind Y/N as she led them to her room. She pulled the door open and let him walk inside. She shut the door behind them, turned on the light before walking over to sit down on her bed, staring over at him, standing with his hands in his pockets.

“I’m sorry about last night..” He started in a low voice. “I don’t know what came over me.”

She shrugged “it’s fine Luke no need to make it a big deal.”

He shook his head at her. “But it is. Y/N, you’re avoiding me and I wanted to ask you about it for weeks but only drunk me had the courage to come over and do it.”

Her eyes widened. “Luke, I-”

He interrupted her “Don’t try to make me feel better, Y/N. I can see right through the act.” her shoulder slumped as she watched his eyes narrow at her. “What did I do?”

She ran her hand through her hair, standing up straighter. She watched as his eyes fell toward his shoes, taking a deep breath before addressing him again.

“Luke, I wish I could tell you. I- you never noticed I was there anyway so I didn’t think the distancing would be this complicated...”

His head perked up, frowning at her. “Y/N what are you talking about, we talk like everyday.”

She rolled her eyes “Yes, it was just hard to do so when I have to be around all of your lady friends every time i’m over. Their energy is always weird and I feel uncomfortable.....”

She watched as his expression changed to one of anger “So I can’t have people over to to my own home when you’re around?”

She shook her head, feeling her heart rate rise during the conversation. “No, Luke that’s not what I meant, Jesus Christ, I-”

He towered over her, practically seething as he talked “Then what is it.”

She put her head into her hands, steadying her breathing before looking back up at him. “It’s because I like you Luke, okay? It’s hard to watch you be all over other girls when I’m dealing with the fact that I want to be with you. Are you satisfied with me embarrassing myself now?”

His mouth ajar, he froze looking over at her. She moved from her bed over to the futon near her window to avoid his eyes. She leaned against the back, staring outside. After a silent second, she felt the cushion fall next to her. His hand came up to her shoulder, causing her to look at him again.

“Y/N, I had no clue...I..”

Tears in her eyes, she chewed on her bottom lip as she studied him. “How would you possibly know, I never acted on anything. I’m sorry I even said anything.” She gave him a pointed look as she watched a sad look paint across his face. “Please don’t feel bad for me, just...just forget I said anything.”

He ran his hand through his messy hair “It’s hard to forget a fact like that, Y/N.” They stared at each other for a moment before he moved his hand to her cheek to wipe her tears. She tried to ignore how the closeness made her chest tighten.

“Can it be my turn to be honest now?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

She nodded, sitting back to get a better view of his face. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment before moving his eyes back to hers.

“I had a crush on you the day I met you,” he started, Y/N pulling a confused face as she listened to him. “But you were so distant, I got in my own head and decided that you weren’t interested. I’ve been dating around because I didn’t think it’d affect you, because you saw us as friends. Now I see that I wasn’t as observant as I thought I was.”

She watched as his hand moved over toward hers, touching it softly as he looked at her, waiting for the okay. She nodded slightly and he wrapped his fingers around hers. His smiled grew and he squeezed her hand softly.

“I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable, unintentional or not, I never want you to feel like that around me,” He brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles.

“Luke I told you it’s alright. I should have been honest and not iced you out. I promise it’s-”

“Y/N, if you say it’s fine one more time...”

“But it is I-” Her voice was cut off by his lips pressing into hers. She let herself melt into his touch for a moment before they pulled away. As her eyes fluttered open, she was at a total loss.

“I still like you, Y/N.” She felt a familiar feeling rush to her cheeks as he rubbed her thumb against the skin. The right corner of his mouth rose into a smirk, basking in her silence.

“If that’s what it takes for you to shut up, count me in.” He joked, bringing his free hand up to her neck and kissing her again.

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The Last Goodbye [Spencer Reid x gn! Reader]

A/N - For my “goodbye letter” square on my CM Bingo Card for @cmbingo. You can find my bingo masterlist here.

CW - this one is mostly fluffy but angsty in places too. Talk of major character death and not necessarily a happy ending. Mentions of smut but only hinted at as I wanted to be able to keep it gender neutral.

Masterlist for my other fics can be found here.

Spencer and the readers' relationship over the years told through their firsts.

WC: 7.2K

The First Sight

It was winter in DC and the snow had rolled in a few days previous bringing with it icy temperatures. You pulled your scarf tighter around your neck as you headed up the steps of the public library. A shiver passed up your spine.

You waved hello to the librarian on the front desk, most of your Saturdays were spent in the confines of the library and you’d long ago become friendly with the old woman.

You made your way straight to the literature section, balancing books in one hand and your coffee in the other. You navigated the aisles with ease, you never felt more at home than when you were within the library walls.

Once you’d picked out your reading material for the morning, you headed to the armchair next to the large window where you always sat. There were actually two old, battered armchairs in the private alcove but usually you had the space to yourself.

Not today.

There was a scruffy haired man in the other chair, long legs tucked under him, tatty converse hanging off the cushion. His hair fell over his face as he read a book perched in his lap. He turned the pages at such a rate you couldn’t believe he was actually reading the words in front of him.

You were a little downtrodden to find your happy space occupied but tried to ignore the intruder, reminding yourself it was a public library as you made your way to the other chair opposite.

You set your books and coffee on the window ledge while you got comfortable. You selected the book on top of the pile and as you sat back to open it, you noticed the man opposite staring at you.

He was so brazen, not even trying to hide the fact he was staring. It made you uncomfortable, mostly because he was incredibly attractive and you felt insecure under his gaze.

You tried to ignore it and turned your attention back to your book. You opened the cover as you sipped your coffee and started to read.

You felt his eyes on you for the time it took you to read four pages of your book and then suddenly you felt a cold and you looked up to see him looking back at his book.

You shook it off and tried to focus on reading. You stayed for several hours as did he, in fact he was still there when you finally called it a day and left.

You had a voice in the back of your head the whole way home telling you, you should have spoken to him. You tried to shrug it off. There would be other times.

At least you hoped there would be.

The First Words

You frequented the library every Saturday as normal for the next month and a half with no further sightings of the mystery man.

This Saturday was no different. You found your space empty again and settled down in the armchair, once again slightly discouraged he wasn’t there once more. Maybe you’d blown your only chance.

You suppose it was your own fault, you couldn’t expect him to make the first move. You should have said something and maybe you wouldn’t always have to wonder.

You were half way through your first book when you felt a presence looming over you. Slowly you tore your gaze away from the page and looked up at the messy haired, converse wearing man from several weeks ago.

He had large, expressive eyes and a half-smile on his sinfully plump lips. He paired his converse with brown slacks, a navy shirt and sweat vest. He looked like a college professor.

When your eyes met he held out a takeout cup of coffee in your direction. And then he spoke the first words he would ever speak to you.

“You struck me as a black coffee drinker.” His smile widened as he motioned you to take the cup.

You did, cautiously, sniffing the strong contents.

“Thank you. And you were struck correctly, black is the only way I take my coffee.”

“I find coffee to be its own language.” He shrugged. “I’m Spencer by the way. Spencer Reid.”

You sipped the coffee, it tasted glorious but it was nothing compared to the warmth you got from the smile Spencer was giving you.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Beautiful.” He breathed. “It suits you.”

You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment and you tried to hide it by looking away and taking another sip of your coffee.

“Thanks.” You whispered.

“Do you come here every week?” He moved across to the other armchair and sat on the edge, never taking his eyes off you.

“Mostly if I don’t have anything else on. I love the atmosphere here. It helps me focus.”

He was listening intently, like you were the most interesting person in the world.

“I’d like to come here more, but my job is so hectic.”

“What do you do?”

And just like that your book was all but forgotten. You and Spencer spent the rest of the morning chatting quietly surrounded by books. After he took you for coffee down the street. You exchanged phone numbers and he told you he’d take you out for dinner as soon as his work schedule allowed.

And you couldn’t wait to see him again.

The First Date

Two weeks after your day spent in the library with Spencer, he had a weekend off work and tonight he was taking you for dinner at an extremely posh restaurant in central DC.

You changed your outfit several times, not wanting to look either under or over dressed for the occasion.

Once you settled on an outfit and wrapped up in a warm coat and scarf, you braved the frigid weather and hailed a cab on the street outside your apartment.

Traffic wasn’t on your side and you were fifteen minutes late by the time you finally pulled up at the restaurant.

Your hands were shaking as you approached the door and it had nothing to do with the weather.

The warm air of the restaurant hit you as you stepped inside and you felt your face start to immediately defrost.

The host smiled at you, a warm and friendly smile.

“Do you have a reservation?” He asked softly.

“Yes I believe it’s under Reid. R-E-I-D.” You spelt it out, but you weren’t sure why.

He looked down at his book, ran his finger down the page and then looked back up with a smile.

“Ah yes, your dining partner is already here. Can I take your coat?”

You nodded, a wave of nerves rushing over you. You shrugged off your coat and scarf and gave them to the host. He hung them up before motioning for you to follow him.

As soon as you saw Spencer dressed in a suit and tie, his hair swept back off his face, your heart started to race. You had no idea why this gorgeous man wanted to take you for dinner.

As soon as he saw you, his whole face lit up and a large smile came to his lips. He pushed his chair back and stood from the table.

“Y/N,” he breathed your name. “You look amazing.”

“So do you.” You blushed a little.

There was an awkward moment where he stepped a little closer, wondering if he should embrace you or not but he clearly decided it was too forward of him so he stepped back again.

“Can I get you a wine menu?” The host spoke, startling the two of you a little.

“Huh?” Spencer snapped his gaze from you to him. “Oh, yes please.”

The host gave you both a smile and a small nod and took his leave.

Spencer came around the table and pulled your chair out for you. You couldn’t help the slight blush that spread to your cheeks.

“Thank you.” You mumbled as you took a seat. “I’m sorry I was late. Traffic was a nightmare.”

Spencer sat opposite you and smiled.

“It’s ok, the important thing is you're here now.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. To him you were the most mesmerising person in the room.

The host soon brought over the wine menu and you decided between you on a bottle of red.

After the initial awkwardness you fell into easy conservation. He told you about his job at the BAU, and you told him about yours. You spoke at length of your favourite books and authors, your respective childhoods and educations. There was barely a moment of silence between you the whole meal.

You felt completely and utterly relaxed in Spencer’s company.

***

Spencer insisted on paying the check even though you tried to argue otherwise. He helped you up from the table and into your coat.

You took a stroll through the park, conversation still flowing naturally. He walked you home and only once outside your apartment, did the awkwardness return.

“I’ve had such a lovely time.” He smiled softly at you, his beautiful features illuminated perfectly by the street lamp overhead.

“So have I.” You returned his smile.

He stepped closer awkwardly like he had done when you arrived at the restaurant. He lifted his arms slightly, looking as though he was going to hug you.

You stepped closer, into his arms and he wrapped them loosely around you, not sure if he was crossing a line with physical contact.

The embrace was short and a little cumbersome but you did enjoy the feeling of his chest pressed against yours even if it was only brief.

He stepped back and chewed his lip.

“I’ll call you as soon as I have a break in my schedule. Assuming you want to do this again?”

“I’d love to do this again.” You beamed at him.

“Ok good.” A wave of relief washed over his features.

“Thank you again Spencer. I’ll see you soon.”

“You’re welcome Y/N. You’re so very welcome.”

The First Kiss

Your second date consisted of dinner and the movies. For your third the two of you spent the afternoon ambling around an art gallery and then got coffee.

When Spencer walked you home on your third date, he stepped in for the hug once more which had gotten slightly less awkward by now.

He pulled back but kept his arms around you, smiling at you.

“You know, every time I look at you, I am blown away by how beautiful you are.”

His words made a deep blush spread on your cheeks and subconsciously you found your eyes land on his lips.

His eyes found your lips too and he started inching closer to you, as if in slow motion.

Your eyes closed and seconds later you felt his warm, plump lips press against your own. It was cliche to say, but you felt a spark as your lips met.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands moved to cup your face as the kiss intensified. For a few minutes, the two of you were the only ones in the world, wrapped up in nothing but the feeling of each other.

When he pulled back, Spencer stroked your cheek.

“I hope it was ok that I did that.” He smiled bashfully.

“It was more than ok.” It was perfect.

“Good.” He kissed you softly once more. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“The night doesn’t have to end here.” You smirked at him, pulling at what little confidence you had.

You took hold of Spencer’s hand and he let you lead him inside and upstairs to your apartment.

Your lips found their way back to one another's once the door was closed behind you but this time it was more heated. Desire was the friction between your bodies as you started helping Spencer out of his shirt. Running your fingertips over the warm skin of his chest sent electric pulses through your body.

You had never needed another person this way. Your body was aching for him, screaming to be touched everywhere by him.

And he was clearly happy to comply as he gently laid you back to the bed and started helping you out of your clothes.

You swore some kind of magic took place in your bedroom that night. Spencer took his time to explore every inch of you. He was gentle and slow and kept checking in that you were ok and you were sure this was what you wanted.

Boy, were you sure.

Spencer made you feel good in a way you’d never felt before. Your bodies moved together in such a wonderful synchronicity you’d never experienced, as though somehow the two of you were meant to be long before you’d even met.

Afterwards, heavy with sleep and bliss, you curled into him, laying your head on his chest. He wrapped you in his deceptively strong arms and kissed your head, still checking you were ok even after the fact.

You would remember that night for as long as you both lived. It was like an awakening; a realisation that this was where you’d always meant to be.

Spencer Reid was your future, you knew that now with every fibre of your being.

The First “I Love You”

He’d known pretty early on he was in love with you. Spencer was a romantic and he fell hard and fast.

After your first time together, he knew he didn’t ever want to experience that kind of intimacy with another human being. He knew you were the only person that could make him feel that way.

He wasn’t sure when exactly he’d realised the extent of his feelings for you. But it was certainly quick, within weeks really, probably before the first time you were intimate.

It was three months into dating he finally told you, quite by accident really.

He’d invited you over and cooked dinner for you, a recipe he’d gotten from his colleague David Rossi he would later tell you.

You ate and shared a bottle of wine and then retired to the couch to read together. You laid with your head in Spencer’s lap and he stroked your hair with his free hand.

You were rereading To Kill a Mockingbird for the umpteenth time. It was your go to book. You knew it verbatim but that didn’t stop you enjoying every reread.

“God I love this book.” you mumbled turning the page.

“And I love you.” it just slipped out. He hadn’t meant it to come out this way and for a moment he didn’t even realise it was the first time he’d ever said that to you.

But then you were sitting up, staring at him, the book hanging loosely from your fingers.

“What did you say?” you croaked. Surely you must have heard him wrong? He couldn’t have said what you thought he’d said, could he?

The look on your face made the realisation of what he’d said dawn on him. He put his book in his lap, chewing his bottom lip like he always did when he was nervous.

“I uhm...I well I...I didn’t mean it to come out like that.” he swallowed, his mouth suddenly extremely dry.

“Did you mean it?”

“What?” he frowned. “Of course I meant it!”

You chewed your lip now. Of course you loved Spencer, you felt as though you had loved Spencer your entire life. But you hadn’t been expecting for him to blurt it out like that.

He took hold of your hands and held them tightly. You always loved how his hands were so much bigger than yours.

“Y/N, I love you so much it makes me dizzy. I have never felt like this before about anyone and I know I never will. I wanted the first time I told you to be perfect.”

“It was perfect.” You smiled at him. “And for the record, I love you too.”

“Yeah?” His lip twitched in a smile.

“Yes Spencer.” You laughed and he pulled you close so he could kiss you.

So it wasn’t how he’d meant it to come out, but sometimes these things just happened. And he couldn’t be happier now it was finally out there.

The First Goodbye

Being that you and Spencer were both passive people, fights weren’t commonplace in your fledgling relationship.

In fact, your first fight didn’t occur until nearly eight months of dating. Due to your passive natures, you often let issues bubble under the surface. Maybe you’d been stewing on this for a while and finally couldn’t take anymore.

You understood when you met Spencer that his job was first priority and you admire that about him. His dedication to the bureau and putting bad guys behind bars was part of the reason you fell in love with him.

But it was hard. Falling in love with an FBI agent came with a lot of cancelled plans and even more lonely nights. Most of the time you could handle it, but this time it was too much. He’d promised he would be there and he wasn’t.

He had a spare key to your apartment so you weren’t surprised when you heard a key turning in the lock in the middle of the night.

You weren’t sleeping, you were too mad to sleep. So when you heard the door open you jumped out of bed and stormed into the living room as he was closing the door.

“What’s the excuse this time?” You folded your arms across your chest.

Spencer looked exhausted, completely drained. A part of you said it wasn’t the time for this, let him sleep first, but your anger won out.

“You know what the “excuse” is Y/N.” He sighed. “Work. It’s always work.”

“I think I have been very patient and understanding of your job Spencer.” you stepped a little further into the room. “But this one time...you promised you would be there and you weren’t.”

“I tried Y/N, I really tried. But we’re a man down and I couldn’t get away.” he sounded defeated already. He wanted to diffuse this situation as quickly as humanly possible so he could go to sleep.

You however, were wide awake and ready for a fight.

“You should have tried harder.” you spat with a little more venom than you’d meant to.

“You don’t think I tried as hard as I could? You think I wanted to miss this?”

“I don’t know Spencer, maybe you did.”

“Oh come on Y/N.” he stepped across the room, coming closer to you. “I wanted to be there more than anything, you know that.”

“Well that doesn’t help Spencer.” you unfolded your arms and let them drop to your sides. “My parents came all the way here from LA to meet you Spencer. And you weren’t there. My mom kept asking me if I really wanted to date a man who couldn’t make me his main priority. I tried to insist how important your job was and how I understood but I’m not so sure I do anymore Spencer.”

His face fell at your words and he bit down hard on his bottom lip.

“If you can’t understand my job Y/N I don’t know what to say to you.” he frowned. “You know how important my job is to me. At least I thought you did. I know it isn’t easy, I can’t imagine what it’s like for you when I’m not here but you knew the deal when we first met. This is me, my job is who I am Y/N. and if you can’t accept that…” he trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence.

“What Spencer?” you narrowed your eyes on him. “If I can’t accept it then what?” you were challenging him, it was as though you wanted him to break up with you. Of course you didn’t but you couldn’t help but goad him.

“Y/N, please just understand.” He tried to steer you in another direction.

“If I can’t accept it then what?” You repeated, raising your voice slightly. “You’ll break up with me? Is that it?”

He sighed again.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You may as well have done.”

“My job comes first. I’m sorry, but that’s how it is. I need someone that can understand that.”

“You didn’t answer the question.” You folded your arms again.

“I didn’t think it warranted an answer.”

“I think you should leave.” The words came out before you were sure you were going to speak them.

They hung between you like a stale smell, permeating the room. Spencer stared at you, trying to work out if you meant it or not.

“You want me to leave?” He asked in clarification.

“Yes.” You confirmed. “Permanently.”

One single word hit him like a ton of bricks and he physically stumbled backwards.

“You...you’re...breaking up with me?”

Is that what you were doing? Were you breaking up with him?

“Yes.” You croaked. Why? Why were you doing this? You weren’t even sure yourself.

“Wow.” Spencer sniffed. “Thank you for not disappointing me.” He suddenly turned on his heels and headed to the door.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You followed him.

He flung open the door and stepped into the hallway.

“It means I should have known you were no different. I probably did know which is why I’m not disappointed. No one can handle my job, even you. Despite the fact you tried to convince me otherwise.”

“Screw you.” You spat at him, grasping the door frame with white knuckles. “I have been nothing but patient and understanding with you for eight months. But this was important to me Spencer, and if you can’t get that then we’re just wasting each other’s time here.”

“I hate wasting my time.” He practically growled and then he turned away from you and stormed down the corridor away from you.

You wanted to scream at him, yell and shout and kick and make a fuss. But you didn’t. You simply slammed the door closed, loud enough for him to still hear. And then you fell to the floor and sobbed.

The First Makeup

For the following two weeks after your break up you went about life on autopilot. Eight months had felt like eight years. Suddenly you couldn’t remember what your life was like before you’d met Spencer.

You went to work. You saw your friends. You still visited the library. You carried on like normal, as though your whole world hadn’t come crumbling down around you.

You’d been hasty, over dramatic really. Yes you’d been mad but you hadn’t been mad enough to end things with Spencer. And you’d regret it every day since.

You tried to call and text him several times to no avail. He didn’t want to talk to you and you understood why. You’d been just like everyone else in his life when he’d needed you to be different.

The next few weeks got a little better. You had made a decision and your time was being filled with making sure it was executed flawlessly. You couldn’t live without Spencer, you knew that now and you were going to do everything in your power to make it up to him.

Little over a month after your break up you sat in your usual chair of the library on a sunny Sunday morning. You were nervous, you hoped everything was going to plan.

Tapping your foot on the ground in impatience, you were startled out of your thoughts when you recognised a bubbly voice you had first accosted outside the Quantico headquarters a few weeks ago.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh my gosh! Don’t jump out on a girl like that! You’re lucky I don’t carry a gun.”

“I’m so sorry, but you don’t happen to know Spencer Reid do you?” You chewed your lip, feeling foolish for even being here.

The brightly dressed blonde squinted at you behind her thick framed glasses for a few seconds before her face contorted into realisation.

“You’re her!” She gasped. “You’re the her. The her from the photo!”

“Photo?”

“Reid used to keep a photo of the two of you together on his desk. You’re her!” She squealed a little. “Oh please tell me you’re here to pull him out of this slump. He’s missed you like crazy. He won’t admit it but we can all tell.”

She was talking a hundred miles a minute and you tried to keep up.

“Uhm...yes actually. I could use with some help.”

“Gosh yes! I love Junior G Man like a brother, I would do anything to help put a smile back on that face!”

“Great.” You smiled.

“Oh!” She stepped forward and held out her hand, fingers clad with large rings. “Penelope Garcia.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You shook her hand.

“Ok Y/N,” she grinned. “What do you need me to do?”

“Why are we here Garcia?” Spencer’s whispered voice carried to your ears and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Would you just be quiet giant brain? Just for a moment. Garcia’s grand plan will all be revealed.”

Their footsteps got closer and you shot up from your chair and smoothed down your shirt with shaking hands. You held the coffee cup out ready.

Spencer and Garcia rounded the corner. She was beaming from ear to ear but his face fell when he saw you.

“Garcia,” he turned to her. “What is this all about?”

“Goodbye my loves!” She beamed before backing up and disappearing back around an aisle of books.

“Y/N, what is going-“

“I find coffee to be its own language.” You cut him off, offering him the same line he’d given you the first time you spoke. “And I couldn’t think of a way to say sorry in my native tongue. So I’m hoping the coffee will do the talking for me.”

He took the coffee from your hand.

“I do like coffee.”

“I know.” You half-smiled. “I miss you Spence. I thought maybe if I got you back where it all began, we could...I don’t know...start over?”

“My job hasn’t changed Y/N, it’s still just as demanding on my time.”

“I know.” You nodded. “I was out of line. I don’t know where that came from. Please Spencer, give us another chance. Try the coffee, I’m sure it has more to say.”

He sipped the coffee. The perfect blend of beans and sugar.

“It tastes like apologies.”

“Good.”

“I missed you too by the way.” He shrugged. “Do you really think you can accept my job?”

“Yes.” You were quick to say. “Most definitely. Being without you while you're away on a case is something I can deal with. Being without you forever...I can’t do that Spencer.”

He took another sip of coffee. It was easy really to forgive you. He missed you like he would miss a limb if he suddenly lost it. You were the love of his life and he knew if he got a second chance with you he would never turn it down. He was just too in love with you.

“Hmmm that tasted like I love you.” He smiled. “Why don’t you let me show you.”

And with that he stepped closer, using his free hand to cup your face and he kissed you with urgency and passion.

“I can taste it.” You mumbled into his lips. “I can taste the love.”

The First Home

After you and Spencer made up things were better than ever between you. You all but moved into his apartment, it was never official but over time you spent less and less time in your own apartment.

The only issue was, Spencer’s apartment was a great size when it was just him, but for the two of you it left a lot to be desired.

So you brought a house together just shy of your two year anniversary.

You chose Cleveland Park in DC as it was a nice, friendly area near some great schools for any future children you might have. Spencer had long ago expressed his desire for two kids, so you decided on a three bedroom walk up with a large yard.

You made it your home. One bedroom was used as a spare although it was more like a bed surrounded by a library and the other as Spencer’s office.

You decorated to both of your tastes, you built furniture and even planted flowers in the garden.

It was your own corner of the world and you loved that you got to share it with him.

You got a cat named Mildred, a black and white three year old you adopted from the pound.

Derek came and fitted a cat flap as Spencer didn’t even know where to begin.

It was nice to have the cat for company when Spencer was away on cases. It was comforting to be surrounded by his things.

On nights he was home you curled up on the couch and read together or watch movies. You made love on every available surface, in every room of the house.

It was perfect, it was everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. Every day in your home with Spencer and Mildred was pure bliss.

Of all your firsts, this was probably your favourite. This was the start of the rest of your lives together. This would be the home you would grow old in, raise your kids in. There were so many more firsts to be had within these walls and you couldn’t wait to see what happened next. At least that’s what you thought at the time. Of course back then you had no idea the curveball life would throw at you. But that would come later.

You also had no idea that your next first would take place in the BAU offices.

The First Work Visit

It was funny, you thought, as you made your way up in the elevator to the BAU floor at Quantico, that in three years you’d never visited Spencer’s workplace. You supposed he didn’t spend much time here himself, he was usually out on cases across the country rather than hauled up at Quantico.

He’d called this afternoon to say they were heading back from New York and could you meet him at the office. He wanted to show you around and then take you for dinner nearby. You’d obliged, not thinking much of it, until now.

Your confusion hit as the elevator slowed to a stop. The doors opened and you were met by near complete darkness. You cautiously stepped out onto the floor with a frown. It was deathly quiet, as though everyone had gone home. You did have the right floor didn’t you?

Before you could check your phone for Spencer’s message, a piece of paper on the floor caught your eye. It was cut in the shape of an arrow and taped to the floor.

Your frown deepened, what the hell was going on? Despite the confusion you followed the direction the arrow was pointing through a set of glass double doors. Inside you assumed was what Spencer referred to as the Bull Pen, as it was set out with around a dozen desks. There was another paper arrow on the floor which you followed through the row of desks.

You started to hear faint music coming from a nearby room. There was also a dim light coming from within the same room. Your brows were heavily furrowed now as you crept up the four steps to the second level and passed two closed office doors.

The music was getting louder and you could now tell by the flicker that the dim light was coming from candles.

You reached the open door where the sound and light were coming from and your heart skipped several beats and your jaw dropped.

Red roses petals scattered every inch of the floor and there was a ring of candles on the round table in the middle of the room. On the side was the vinyl player from Spencer’s apartment, the dulcet tones of Frank Sinatra filling the room.

Spencer was next to the table in a suit and tie holding a huge bouquet of red roses. He was smiling brightly at you.

“Welcome to the BAU.”

“Is this how you welcome all your visitors?” You laughed a little nervously.

“Only the ones I love.” He put the bouquet on the table and came close to you, taking hold of your hands. “Only the ones I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

His words made it all click into place and tears immediately filled your eyes.

“Spencer,” you croaked but he shook his head to silence you.

He kissed you softly and then let go of your hands.

And then he was getting down on one knee amongst the rose petals and produced a ring box from his jacket pocket.

Your tears overflowed and your hands went to your face as you gasped. He opened the ring box revealing a beautiful vintage diamond ring nestled inside.

“Y/N Y/L/N-“

“Oh my gosh.” You gasped again.

“Will you make me the happiest man alive and say you’ll marry me?”

Your tears cascaded down your face as he took hold of your left hand. This was the happiest moment of your whole life and you wanted to savour every part of it.

“Oh my gosh Spence!” You sniffed. “Of course! Yes I’ll marry you!” You practically screeched.

Spencer beamed and slid the ring on your finger, it fit like a glove.

He stood up and enveloped you in his arms, kissing you passionately.

“I love you so much Y/N.”

“I love you too Spence, and I cannot wait to be married to you.”

The First Child

You married less than a year after Spencer proposed in an intimate gathering at Rossi’s and it was perfect.

Being married to Spencer, being Y/N Reid, made you happier than you ever dreamed possible. You and Spencer completed each other, you were two halves of a whole. You didn’t think it was possible to have a more perfect life than the one you’d created together over the years.

That was until the day you brought your first child home from the hospital.

Spencer had your baby daughter cradled in his arms as you unlocked the front door and you stepped inside as the three of you for the very first time.

Addison Reid was sleeping soundly in her fathers arms as you both quietly made your way upstairs.

In the bedroom, you watched Spencer gently lay your newborn in the cot next to your bed. You both stood staring down at the beautiful little girl, your daughter, marvelling at how tiny and perfect she was.

“I can’t believe how much I love her already.” Spencer sniffed back tears.

“She’s just so perfect.” You agreed, tears swimming in your own eyes.

“I didn’t think our lives were missing anything until I met her.”

“She’s the missing puzzle piece we never knew we were missing.”

Spencer looked up at you across the crib with a large smile. He reached for your hand and you let him take it. He led you to the bed where you both curled up on your side facing Addison’s crib.

Spencer spooned you from behind, one arm under your pillow and the other around your waist.

You entwined your fingers with his and sighed in content.

Before you met Spencer you weren’t even sure what happiness was. It was a concept you’d heard of, a far off distant land which you’d never quite been able to reach.

But as you laid in his arms, listening to the soft breathing of your newborn daughter, you knew you’d found it.

If only you knew then that it would be snatched away all too soon.

The First Diagnosis

At only forty five years old he never expected to get this kind of news. He’d had so many more firsts he had see.

His daughter's first day of high school. Her graduation. Her first day of college. Her first partner. Her first kid. His first grandchild.

But it had all been snatched away with one visit to the doctors office.

The words terminal and incurable were thrown around a lot. They seemed to be used so casually as though it wasn’t ruining his whole life.

He left the doctors office in a daze. He’d left the BAU a few years ago to focus on teaching full time. He’d done it so he could spend more time with you and Addison, to take himself out of harm's way.

How painfully ironic was this?

How was he supposed to tell you and your daughter that he wasn’t going to be around much longer? How was he going to tell you that the future you’d had planned together was to be cut short?

Dinner that night was stifled. You and Addison were happily chatting like you didn’t have a care in the world while he was carrying this huge weight on his shoulders.

“What’s up with you?” You asked later as you sat next to him on the bed. You put your hand on his knee. “You’ve been quiet all evening.”

Spencer sighed, tears brimming in his eyes that he’d tried desperately to keep at bay since leaving the doctors.

“Baby?” You could see the concern written on his features and you felt your heart rate increase. “What is it?”

He sighed as a few tears rolled from his eyes.

“I’m dying.” He choked on the words, causing more tears to fall.

“What?” You frowned, you must have heard him wrong.

“I went to the doctors today for a check up. They say I’m sick. Terminal. They say I have less than a year.” The dam well and truly broke and his tears cascaded from his eyes and down his face.

You wanted to laugh, because this had to be some kind of sick joke didn’t it? But you could tell by the look on his face, he was far from joking.

“Oh my god.” Your own eyes leaked and you pulled your husband close. “Are they sure? Really sure? They must be able to do something.”

“They’re sure and there isn’t.” He buried his head into your shoulder. “I’m going to die.”

“No, no this can’t be happening.” You sobbed. “We have to do something! There has to be something we can do!”

“There isn’t.” He looked back up at you, his eyes held more sadness than you had ever known. “We have to just make the most of the time we have left.”

You engulfed him in your arms and the two of you fell back to the bed sobbing.

One day had turned your idyllic life on its head. Everything you knew this morning when you’d woken up had been shattered; your dreams for the future dashed. All in a matter of minutes.

You knew you had to make the most of the time you had left with your husband but right now all you wanted to do was stay curled up in a ball sobbing, until everything went back to normal.

But it never would.

The Last Goodbye

Y/N,

You know that words sometimes fail me. You know sometimes when I go to speak, my brain and my mouth aren’t on the same page and often my words will come out jumbled and make no sense. The best way I saw of making sense of this was to write you a letter.

Over time, words I speak will fade, you won't remember them clearly and eventually not at all. If I write them down you can keep them forever. Whenever you miss me or you’re feeling sad, you’ll be able to read this and hopefully it will provide some comfort.

My dad wrote me a letter when he left and so did Gideon, they provided little comfort if truth be told. But at least I had a permanent reminder of their departure.

The years we’ve spent together have been the best of my life. That day I went to the library, I had no idea my whole world would change.

Ours was one of the great love stories. Meeting someone when you least expect it, falling head over heels in love and spending our years together building a home with a beautiful daughter. Unfortunately I have found that all good love stories usually meet a tragic end, take Romeo and Juliet or Anna Karenina or even Madame Bovary.

Sadly, this is our tragedy, my diagnosis. And as I come to the end of my time on this plane of existence, the only thing that fills me with comfort is thoughts of our life together.

Do you remember the first time we went to Vegas and you met my mom for the first time? She loved you from the second you met, she told me she could see how happy you made me and she’d love you forever for that.

Or our first dance at our wedding under the gazebo in Rossi’s yard. “The Way You Look Tonight” was playing and all our friends and family were watching and I was so nervous I was going to trip and fall but you kept telling me I was doing great.

Our first proper vacation stands out in mind. I’d never been a beach person but you insisted I’d love it and I did. Mostly because you were there, sunbathing in next to nothing and how could a guy not love that?

We had so many firsts together and I will treasure each and every one of them. I only wish we’d had more. I’m so sorry this had to happen to us. But try and remember the years we did have. The smiles and the laughs. I wish we’d had longer but unfortunately the universe had other plans.

I want you to be happy, I hope this doesn’t break you completely. Look at Addison and remember our amazing life together and try and smile. Please, don’t deny the world your incredible smile.

Please tell Addy stories about me, I know you will. Make sure she knows how much I love her, how much I will always love her even when I’m not around.

Thank you for everything you’ve given me. Meeting you gave me hope and it made me realise that true happiness does exist and I’ll always be grateful for that. You changed my whole world Y/N and I love you more than you will ever know.

My time is coming, I can feel it. My body is giving up on me. The end is near for me, but you and Addy still have so many more years left. Don’t waste them grieving me please.

I hope this letter offers you some semblance of peace.

Goodbye my love, my greatest love; my forever love.

Your loving husband,

Spencer W Reid.

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Haven’t met you yet

As always. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing.

A/N: This is a TRR AU. Liam is already married, but see’s Riley and wants his cake. If the readers are receptive this might turn into more than a mini series.

Disclaimers: Most characters are property of Pixelberry

Warnings: NS*FW (+18) don’t read this fic if you’re a minor; period.

Word Count: 1887

Prompts: @wackydrabbles prompt #88 “I meant every word.” will appear in BOLD

Pairings: Drake & Riley

Song inspiration: Haven’t met you yet -Michael Buble

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A replay of the Royal wedding of King Liam and Queen Carsyn of Cordonia was playing in the background as she packed her clothes in the small carryon. She giggled when they kissed. Although it was rumored that the king was into black women, something seemed off when he kissed his bride. She had watched this wedding a half dozen times and still couldn’t really put her finger on it. She was headed to New York to stand up in the wedding of one of her sorority sisters. After landing her dream job in Dallas, Riley couldn’t wait to meet her sorors in New York to celebrate. After all, Norah was about to marry the man of her dreams and Riley was truly happy for them.

There was currently no man in Riley’s life and no prospects. Maybe she’d meet someone in Dallas or maybe she was destined for the life of a career woman. Maybe there would be no happily ever after for her. She turned out the lights in her new downtown Dallas apartment, and grabbed her carry on dragging it to the door as she headed to the airport.

She opened the door to see her latest amazon purchase on the door mat. She took a moment to retreat inside to open the box. She was hoping it was delivered before she had to head out. Her pink Bedroom Kandi toy was still packed away lost in the sea of boxes crammed into her guestroom. She knew that she would not survive this long weekend in NYC without some form of sexual entertainment. She was disappointed when she opened the box to find her new toy was smaller than the picture made it look. Her flight left in 2 hours and her uber was downstairs so she shoved the disappointing toy in the side of her bag and headed down.

After the uneventful three hour flight, she finally landed at JFK. Mack was supposed to pick her up from the airport. She stood to the side as people herded to baggage claim to send a quick text. A group of men came from the opposite direction. One was this tall, very attractive Asian guy who looked alot like King Liam. He was with a few other men but there was one in particular who caught her eye. He was beautiful, he had dark hair and the most beautiful blue-grey eyes. The guy who bore resemblance to King Liam smiled and winked at her, while his brooding friend who definitely glanced at her, kept moving. She was snatched from her day dream when Mack texted to say she was outside.

They checked into the Crown Plaza in Manhattan, freshened up and changed into their little black dresses before meeting the girls at a local rooftop lounge for appetizers and drinks before the bachelorette party.

The sounds of Dua Lipa’s “Don’t start now” played in the background and encouraged a slightly inebriated Lauren to shake her body on the empty dance floor. Still licking the wounds behind a very fresh break up she intended to use this weekend to drink her troubles away and vowed to nail a stranger.

The hostess seated a group of gentlemen at the table directly behind the ladies giving Riley, who never sat with her back to the door the best look at the group. It was them. The men from the airport. When they were settled, Riley’s eyes met with the Asian guy’s who was smiling and licking his lips. She rolled her eyes and turned to Kourtney.

“So, how is Gabrielle, is she two now?”

“Yes, she’s great. Busy, but great. That was real smooth. You have an admirer.”

“Ugh, I saw those guys in the airport when I landed. He smiled at me then too.”

“But now there are two of them looking at you like you’re a steak.”

Riley coyly glanced at the group again, this time noticing the dark haired man looking. She blushed and turned back to Kourtney right as the server approached with a whiskey sour, complete with a phone number written on the cocktail napkin.

“How did he know what you drink?”

“Girl, I have no idea. Should I drink this?”

“Sure, they wouldn’t have served it if it had been tampered with. But the real question is are you going to call him?”

“Me? Noooo. What would I say?”

“What do you have to lose?”

“Wait, you have never dated a white guy before have you?”

“Well, no. Not that they aren’t attractive. I just never had one interested. Not all of us find our Prince Harry.”

“You do now. Besides, Chris is no Prince Harry, but he does treat me like a queen. I have always wondered if there are people who would rather be alone than to date outside of their race. Chris is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I definitely would date outside of my race if it were the right person. He is gorgeous, I’m still not calling this guy. He’s going to think i’m desperate.”

“You are!”

“I am not!”

“When was the last time you got laid? Mack told me about your toy.”

“Remind me to kill her later. It’s been 8 months, 3 weeks and 5 days. But who’s counting?”

“Exactly,” Kourtney cackled, drawing the attention of the men at the next table.

Maroon 5’s, “Moves like Jagger” started to play as they continued to chat.

“May I have this dance?”

Riley was disappointed to find the King Liam look alike.

“Thanks, but my feet are killing me.”

“That’s too bad,” he said as he flashed her a sexy smile.

Just then she glanced across the rooftop to see him whisper something to his brooding friend. In an instant the guy with the beautiful eyes headed over and slipped the DJ a tip and whispered something in his ear before heading Riley’s way.

“Kourt, shit! He’s coming over here what do I say?”

“Don’t. Let him do the talking.”

He held out his hand and smiled at her and she was sure her panties were ruined.

“Hey, did I get your drink right?” he asked placing her hand in his.

“Actually, yeah you did. Impressive.”

Just then the DJ changed the song to Silk Sonic’s, “Leave the door open.”

The stranger pulled her to her feet.

“Let’s dance.”

His scent was intoxicating, his arms where strong and she could get lost in his eyes. He held her with a familiarity that made her feel at home in his arms.

“So are you going to tell me your name?”

“Drake. And you are?”

“Riley.”

“We don’t have to talk right now. Let’s just dance. Just use my number when you’re ready.”

“Their bodies swayed slowly to the song before her friends pulled her away to the next leg of their night.”

Two weeks later

After a very long weekend in New York, Riley was back in Dallas. She had been there for almost a month and hadn’t met anyone at all. Well, there was Will from work. But she doesn’t date co-workers and she is pretty sure he is gay. In her freetime she goes to the gym, and eats at new restaurants a few times a week, which leads her back to the gym. After a particularly long work day, circuit training and an hour on the treadmill Riley came home and poured herself a very large glass of wine. She filled the tub, lit some jar candles and grabbed her toy and the romance novel that she was currently reading.

She was soaking in bubbles up to her neck when her phone rang, it was Kourtney. Out of all her friends she probably checked on Riley the most. She dried her hands and pressed the speakerphone button.

Hey Kourt,

Hey Ri, what’s new?

Not a thing, work, the gym, dinner, wine repeat.

That’s sad. No human interaction?

Not really. I’ve hung out with Mack and Ben twice but I always feel like a third wheel.

Remember when I told you to call the guy from the rooftop?

Yeah.

I meant every word.

I will think about it. I gotta go. Early morning. Love you.

Whatever, I know when I hit a nerve. I love you too.

Three days later

Riley was as lonely in Dallas as they come. She thought about online dating but wanted something more organic. Kourtney’s words lingered in the back of her mind. Maybe she was right. Riley had nothing to lose by reaching out to the handsome stranger who sent her the drink in NYC. She decided to take the plunge.

The next morning Riley sat on her balcony reading the paper and sipping amaretto flavored coffee when her phone rang.

Hey Mack!

Hey, I am running into church and I know it’s short notice but Ben is out of town next weekend and my college roommate is getting married down in Waxahachie. Please tell me you don’t have plans and you’ll be my plus one.

I’ll have to check my planner. She laughed.

Who am I kidding? I don’t have plans. Free booze, food, and maybe a groomsmen to have a fling with. Count me in…

Yay! She squealed. I will pick you up Saturday morning and we can ride down to the ranch together.

Saturday

The doorbell rings and Riley grabs her clutch and the wedding card she got for the newlyweds before heading down to meet Mack. They catch up while they take the 30 minute drive out to the Walker Ranch where the ceremony is to be held. Mack talked about feeling like an after thought when it came to her boyfriend. Riley mentioned the need for human interaction, more specifically from a man and how the one man she met in New York lives in Europe. When they arrive Riley takes in the vast land and the beautiful event space.

“Savannah’s family owns this ranch? Wow, it’s massive.”

“Yeah, I know at one time they were really struggling to keep things afloat. But it definitely looks like they are doing well for themselves now.”

“Right? I love when family businesses do well. It’s really a gorgeous day for an outside wedding. But we should probably take our seats. The ceremony will be starting soon.”

Mack led Riley to a couple seats on the bride's side. Before long a very serious looking groom and an officiant that Riley could only describe as a King Liam look-a-like stood under a wedding trellis decorated with blush colored blooms. The violinist started to play a beautiful arrangement as the attendants began to descend the aisle.

“All rise and receive the bride.”

They guess all stood and turned to receive Savannah. She was a stunning bride. Then Riley laid eyes on those hypnotic blue-grey eyes. She instantly broke out into a sweat. She couldn’t ever mistake those eyes for someone else’s. He was as beautiful as the first tine she saw him. She swallowed hard and her mouth went dry. Her heart seemed to be pounding out of her chest, she was shaking when she gave Mack’s hand a firm squeeze.

“What’s wrong Ri?”

Before she could answer, his eyes met hers, he bit his lip and her knees buckled.

“Um Ri?”

“It’s Drake from the rooftop in New York..”

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engagemachine · 3 years

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How would J react if Taylor swore infront/at him?

May 22nd: New update

Anon, I’ve been thinking about this ask for daaaaays. Had to write a fic. This is just part one (turned out a lot longer than I thought it would be--wrote it in one sitting) and I’ll post part two as soon as it’s done!

FYI: This takes place early on in Burn, probably sometime around chapter two, so Taylor is back in high school.

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It’s still snowing outside when Taylor slides into her seat for third period English. She loves the overlarge windows in here, stretching along almost the entire wall of the left-hand side of the classroom. Black windowpanes showcase the little fountain in the courtyard, the stone benches seated around it, and the long, winding sidewalk where each senior from the class of 2002 got to lay down a single handprint in the cement to commemorate their pending graduation. Taylor thinks she would’ve liked that, to immortalize a piece of herself in that way, inscribing her name inside her handprint. Taylor B. It intrigued her, the thought of someone walking over her handprint years later, wondering who Taylor B was, what she was like, where she was now.

The fountain is frozen over, and the courtyard is blanketed in a thick layer of snow, still untouched. She wonders what it says about her that she often fantasizes about being the first one to run out and ruin it, leave her footprints behind, crunch through snow that is knee-deep, that no one else has sullied yet. There’s something about being the first person to disrupt the beauty of nature. Like stepping on a fallen dead leaf, the satisfaction of hearing it crackle beneath your feet. Or jumping into a still lake, watching the ripples that fan out across the water as you break through to the surface. Like leaving footprints in the sand at the beach, only to have them rinsed away by the incoming tide moments later. It’s a temporary disruption—and perhaps that’s the appeal.

Taylor settles into her seat and takes out her books. The classroom is unusually bright, the sky outside milky and pale as the snow piles up, falling softly in great big clumps. Mrs. Herndan leaves the lights off because they don’t need them.

Everyone is a little more animated than usual. If it keeps snowing like this, they might call it a half day and get to go home early. Taylor hopes that happens, that way she can order take-out and hang out with Mr. J. Maybe they can watch a movie together—something scary, so she has an excuse to cuddle up next to him, if he’ll let her. She’s been testing the boundaries of affection he’s willing to allow her to bestow, and recently she’s been surprised by how much she’s been able to get away with. Just last week she fell asleep next to him on the couch with her head on his shoulder—totally by accident—and he didn’t even move her. Just let her sleep there like that until she woke up, his hand heavy on her thigh, right above her knee, at which point she jumped up, all groggy and still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She swore up and down that she was sorry, she’d never do it again. She was so afraid he’d be mad, but he just looked at her kind of funny, like he was trying not to laugh, and she blushed furiously and hurried off to her room.

Class is kind of boring, and it’s hard to focus when everyone seems just as distracted as she is. Mrs. Herndan has to stop her lesson twice just to tell everyone to be quiet and put their phones away. Taylor is snapped to attention each time she does. She didn’t even realize she had been staring at the window.

When the bell rings, Mrs. Herndan shouts out their homework assignment for the weekend, but it’s mostly lost to the din of jostling bodies and excited chatter of weekend plans as everyone fights to get through the door at once. Whatever. She’ll just have check the syllabus when she gets home. They’re reading Romeo and Juliet and it’s really hard to understand. Maybe she can find a way to rent a movie of it from the library—there’s supposed to be a version with Leonardo DiCaprio, she thinks. Maybe that’ll help. Sometimes she wants to ask Mr. J for help—and in the past she has, like when she had to make that volcano for science class, and he knew exactly what to do—but Romeo and Juliet is way too embarrassing. All those thees and thous, the declarations of love. Like she could ever ask Mr. J to interpret that for her, not without dying from embarrassment first.

She gets twenty minutes into her next class before they finally call it on the overhead speakers—school is closed. She smiles to herself as she packs up her books, already imagining herself curled up on the couch with her sketchbook and a cup of hot cocoa. She should still have some marshmallows left over—as long as Mr. J hasn’t eaten them all. He’s always eating her snacks. Sometimes, in a moment of pure frustration upon stumbling onto an empty bag or box of secret snacks she had stashed away specifically for herself, she tells him to buy his own snacks, but he always counters with, I did buy these, giving her a pointed look, and, yeah, he kinda did. It’s his money, after all. Not like she could buy any of this stuff without him.

She’s pulling the rest of her books from her locker and shoving them into her backpack when she feels a tap on her shoulder from behind. She turns around to face Jennifer Bartlett—from her geometry class—who is holds out a pink envelope decked in glitter and little metallic hearts.

“You’re inviiiiited,” she sings, thrusting the card into Taylor’s hands. Taylor blinks at her.

“Me?” she asks. Clearly this is some kind of mistake. Maybe a joke.

“It’s a sleepover, so bring a sleeping bag, okay? And like, don’t tell your mom or whatever, but my parents won’t be there, so make sure you just get dropped off in the driveway and none of your parents try to come inside.”

“Oh,” she says, her mind still swirling from the invite. A sleepover. “Okay.” She forces her gaping mouth shut, quickly nods, tries not to look too overeager. “Okay,” she says again, a little cooler, smiling a little. “I’ll totally be there.”

“Great!”

Jennifer bounds off down the hallway, joining a group of giggling girls waiting for her at the end, and Taylor looks down at the envelope in her hand, her name on it and everything. Taylor B.

She bites her lip and smiles.

Taylor can’t get home fast enough.

The bus takes forever, and they have to divert into South Side because of an accident near Paramount Park.

When she finally hops off the school bus and bounds for home, perhaps she takes off a little faster than she should. One moment her backpack is bouncing behind her as she races down the sidewalk, and the next, she’s spread-eagled and lying flat on her back, staring up at the gray sky as snow drifts down in soft little clumps around her. Oof. That hurt. She didn’t hit her head—thankfully—but she managed to scrape her cheek on the icy pile of snow packed into a miniature wall along the edges of the sidewalk. She thinks her cheek might be bleeding.

She doesn’t know what’s more embarrassing: the fact that she fell, or that the bus driver didn’t stop to help.

She winces as she gets up, wipes the blood from her cheek, brushes the ice and snow from her hands, wipes her palms on her jeans. The bus hisses as it pulls away, and Taylor’s cheeks burn. Maybe no one saw?

Her right leg kind of hurts, and she hobbles the rest of the way home, her excitement not dampened as she crashes through the front door, making it halfway through the kitchen before she remembers to shimmy out of her wet boots. Her socks are wet—there was a lot of slush on the sidewalks the closer she got to home—and her feet leave little wet prints on the kitchen floor before she gets to the carpet.

“Mr. J!”

He’s not in the living room, and he’s not in his bedroom, either, when she throws open the door and scans the bed, his empty desk. She frowns, pokes her head around the doorframe to her own bedroom. Not there, either.

“Mr. J?” She goes back to the beginning of the hallway, knocks eagerly on the closed bathroom door. She can see yellow light bleeding out from the crack beneath the door, doesn’t know how she missed that before. “Mr. J, you’ll never guess what happened at school today!” She waits a beat for him to say something—a grunt, even, some form of acknowledgement that he hears her, she’d take anything—but when she’s met with silence, she barrels on. “I got invited to a slumber party!” she gushes. She has both palms pressed flat against the door, is bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I ran all the way home to tell you, I can’t believe it!” she squeals. “It’s this Friday so we have to go to the store A-S-A-P so I can get a sleeping bag, okay? I mean—if it’s okay with you that I can go. But I’m sure it will be because I really want to go and I’ve never been to a sleepover before.” She sighs, taking a breath. He still hasn’t said anything, so she turns her back to the door and leans against it. He has to come out eventually. “And you won’t even have to worry about dropping me off because I can just take the bus, okay? I looked up Jennifer’s address at the library at school and I already wrote down how to get there, so I won’t get lost! Oh, and maybe I should get new PJs, too? And do you think that—”

The door is jerked open so suddenly she doesn’t have time to react, and she’s falling backwards before she can catch herself, straight into Mr. J’s chest.

He’s holding her underneath her arms, and she tilts her head back to look up at him—upside down—as he looks down at her. His greasepaint’s bright. Fresh-applied. She can smell its gummy texture.

She smiles up at him, a little unsure. A little frightened. His eyes are so dark. “Jeeze,” she says, lightly, trying to dissolve the tension. “You have to give me a warning, Mr. J.” She tries to laugh a little, but it comes out stilted, and the look he pins her with makes the smile slip right off her face.

“Maybe I would if I could get a word in,” he replies. He gets his arms behind her and pushes her off him. Taylor’s cheeks burn as she stumbles a few feet into the kitchen. She knows she talks a lot when she’s excited. She’s like a faucet that won’t turn off.

“Sorry,” she murmurs. She keeps her head low, a little afraid to meet his eyes. He’s in a bad mood—but she’s determined to go to this party either way, and she won’t stop prodding until he says yes. She glances up for just a second to catch the narrowing of his eyes, and then his hand is reaching out, closing around her jaw in a way that makes her flinch, pulling her towards him.

“What’s this?” he says. His eyes on her skin burn, and it makes the cut on her cheek throb in memory.

“It’s nothing,” she says, annoyed, maybe a little embarrassed. She doesn’t want to have to tell him that she slipped and fell. Also, can they please get back to talking about her slumber party? She impatiently reaches up and pries his hand off her—he lets her. She ventures a few steps back, watching him, and her back hits the counter with a thud. “But about the party—it’s okay if I go, right?”

He ignores her question in favor of taking a few lumbering steps closer—towering over her—and his fingers around her jaw are much softer this time when he takes it in his hand, tilts her head to the side so the cut on her cheek winks at him in the light that streaks out from the bathroom.

He sounds almost curious when he asks, “Did someone hit you?”

His question feels like a gut-punch. She looks up at him, eyes widening in surprise for a moment, and then her gaze narrows, and she’s a little more forceful this time when she pries his hand off her jaw.

“No,” she snaps. She can’t believe he thinks she got bullied. “I’m not a loser. I know how to fight back if I have to,” she scowls.

He looks at her for a long moment, his eyes hard and calculating, but she makes a point to meet his stare head on. She’s not going to flinch away. After a beat, he grins a little—some secret smile, like he’s in on some joke she’s not privy to.

“Of course you do,” he says.

“So can I go to the slumber party or not?”

Mr. J raises his eyebrows as he thinks about it. “Dunno,” he says, “I seem to recall your last little, uh, party, didn’t end so hot. Maybe you remember,” he muses, leaning down low, so their faces are level, “—or maybe you don’t, since you were high as a fucking kite.”

Taylor balks at him—he never curses, at least not around her—and she can’t help the way her mouth parts in shock. She can feel the threads of hope she’d been clinging to rapidly slipping out of her hands.

Truthfully, there’s not a lot she remembers from that night. Just a bonfire and a stranger’s half-remembered bedroom. The weight of a body she hadn’t wanted, a frisson of fear, electric as it sizzled down her spine, and then fumbling down the stairs, out the front door. Nobody had even cared. And then the frigid moon, the icy bite of wind on her cheeks. She remembers Mr. J, at some point, and waking up in that old airplane hangar, where she’d promptly puked her guts out over the side of the couch. The rest of that night is a blur. It’s probably better that way.

“It’s not—” she stops. Tries to find her footing around the right set of words. She just wants this so badly. It’s her one opportunity to fit in. To make friends. To be somebody. She wants so desperately to try and explain it to him, make him understand how badly she needs this—but somehow she knows he won’t get it. He doesn’t care about fitting in, or being liked—he’s the most unliked person in all of Gotham. Maybe even the whole world.

“It won’t be like that this time,” she assures. “There won’t be any boys there. I promise. It’s just a girl party. And I promise I’ll be really, really good and come straight home after.”

Mr. J’s eyes are dark as he watches her plead her case, and she takes the opportunity to stick out her bottom lip and put on an exaggerated pout. “Pretty please?” she says. “With lots of sugar on top?”

The corner of his mouth curls into a grin. “Okay, baby doll. Since you asked so nicely.”

“Eeep!” She squeals in excitement, immediately perking up, diving forward to throw her arms around his waist. She gives him a squeeze and he surprises her by patting her back. Once. Twice. His display of affection makes her cheeks warm, and she squeezes him a little tighter, happy to bask in the moment. “Thank you, Mr. J.”

Taylor buys a new set of jammies and a sleeping bag. She even spends the whole day prior reading about sleepovers, Googling at the library, getting more and more excited. She wonders if they’ll do face masks, or have a pillow fight, or watch a romantic movie, or paint each other’s nails?

She goes to Mr. J to model her new PJs for him, a yellow top with tiny blue flowers, with little matching shorts and a scalloped hem. She is bouncing around his bedroom—she had a Red Bull earlier for the first time ever, and whoa—and she does a cartwheel on the bed once she has his attention, collapsing into a heap on the floor because she misjudged the distance. She giggles, and then uses the bed to pull herself up while she prances around the room and chatters about her slumber party. She has a little notepad she found in a drawer in the kitchen, and after a few minutes, she flops back on his bed, holding the notepad above her face. She’s making a list of all the stuff she might need to bring. She read online that sometimes you should bring snacks.

“Hey Mr. J, cookies or chips?” she asks.

She turns to lay on her side, facing him, where he’s seated in his desk chair and has spun around to watch her, his fingers drumming against the armrests. His eyes are dark—but he doesn’t give her an answer.

She scowls at his lack of participation, and redirects her attention back to her list, tapping her pencil against her lips.

“Hmm… sometimes cookies have peanut butter, even if they say don’t, and I know lots of people have peanut allergies, sooooo… I’ll go with chips,” she decides, resolute. Her tongue pokes out when she makes a careful, neat checkmark next to the word chips.

She crawls off the bed and skips around the room for a little while longer, clutching her notepad, chattering to herself, mostly. She plays with the books on the bookshelf, all the little knickknacks left behind by the previous owner, rearranging them while she talks, musing about how cool this party’s gonna be, how many friends she’s gonna make. It’s gonna be great.

She lays down on the floor to make some snow-angels on the carpet, flapping her arms and legs slowly, staring up at the ceiling, feeling her energy start to wane. She asks Mr. J if he thinks she should wear her regular clothes to the party, or if she should come dressed in her PJs? And doesn’t he think they’re really pretty? And her sleeping bag comes with a built-in pillow, and isn’t that super cool?

She jolts awake when a pair of arms slip underneath her, hoisting her up, off the floor. She must have fallen asleep.

She frantically blinks the sleep back from her eyes. It’s dark, and she can’t see. “What day is it?” she asks, panicked, her voice cracking. “Is it tomorrow yet? Did I miss the party?”

“Shhh.” Mr. J carries her the short distance to his bed, lowers her to the mattress even as she wraps her arms around his neck, refusing to be put down. She doesn’t even have the forethought to marvel over the fact that he’s just put her in his bed, that she’s lying down on his pillow, or that the covers smell like him.

“But did I miss it? Is it over?”

She thinks she can hear a smirk in his voice when he says, “No, baby doll, you didn’t miss it. Time to sleep.”

He peels her arms away from his neck, and this time she lets him. She sinks into the mattress, and sinks quickly back into sleep.

#anonymous #asks #Burn #Taylor #new update #it's not finished yet but I just wanted to update with what I have to so far :)

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Complicated | Peter Parker

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pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: your and Peter's relationship is strictly physical... but what happens when feelings get in the way?

warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it), making out, language, fluff, etc.

listen to: i love you, bitches broken hearts, wish you were gay, and my boy by Billie Eilish (get ready for some Sad Vibes™ and some Angry Vibes™)

word count: 5.9k+ (👀👀)

a/n: parts of this are super angsty and sad. does it have a happy ending?... we'll see 👀. sorry for any spelling and/or grammar errors!!

You and Peter had a... complicated relationship, to say the least. Not only had you two been best friends since the third grade, but you had also been sleeping with each other for a year and a half. You guys had make the decision to lose your virginities to each other, and since it went really well, you both thought "why not do this for a while?".

No, you and Peter weren't dating, you were strictly friends with benefits. Honestly, you sometimes didn't understand why you guys weren't official, but then you remembered the conversation that you two had had with each other after the first few times you guys had sex. The conversation about how if sleeping with each other didn't ruin your friendship, dating probably would. Sure, you two still did the same things that you did before you guys had first slept together. Movie nights every Friday after school, hours spent at the carnival with Ned, MJ, and Betty, drives to the diner at 3 am whenever you got bored... only now, they were followed by absolutely mind-blowing sex. It was never awkward after though, like how you originally thought it would be.

You found it funny how you could always tell whenever Peter was horny; the way he would squirm in his seat, how he would move his textbooks to cover the bulge in his jeans, how needy he was, and no many other countless things. You couldn't even remember how many times you'd be watching t.v. on his couch, and he'd just lean over and kiss your neck in the way that drove you crazy, and then you'd end up having fucking incredible sex on every surface of his apartment.

But the times weren't always happy. Sometimes you'd fight. And when you cough, you fought. Yelling, screaming, doors slamming, the whole shebang. You two fought like you were a couple, but you knew you'd never be an actual one, and you kind of liked it that way, if you were being honest. You got all of the sex and the talking and (most) of the good things, all without the commitment (even though you both weren't sleeping or dating other people). And you always had thought that Peter liked it that way too.

***

"Petey!" You exclaimed, sitting down in front of him at the cafeteria, his eyes moving to look up at you from his phone. "I've got an idea."

"What is it?" He asked, with raised suspicion in his voice, noticing your wicked smile.

"Can we please, please, please go to that abandoned building that we drove past that one time?" You whisper-scream, your eyes darting all around Peter's face, trying to guess his response.

"Absolutely not," He breathes out, laughing quietly. "That place looks haunted as fuck. There's no way in hell I'm going in there."

"But I love scary shit! Please, Peter?" You plead, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could, but he just looks away from you.

"No way, Y/N L/N." He elaborates, taking a sip of your water that he had stolen from you.

"Come on, Pete." You whined, before lowering your voice, reaching to race small circles on one of his forearms and hands. "I'll do that thing that you like so much." You bit your lip softly, looking up at him through your long eyelashes, knowing that it drives him crazy.

He clenches his jaw, a slight blush covering his cheeks, looking up at the ceiling in thought for a moment before looking back at you, his eyes darkened with lust. "Fine. But only because you're my best friend and you're really good at it."

***

It was about two hours after Peter dropped you off at your apartment that he knocked on your door, his "adventure bag" in his hands.

"Ready?" He asked, holding up two flash lights, an excited smile on his face.

You nodded eagerly, saying goodbye to your parents before grabbing your own bag, meeting Peter out in the hallway. He grabbed onto your hand softly, both of you walking out of your apartment building, matching goofy grins on your faces.

***

"Here you go," Peter laughed, opening the passenger side door for you, shutting it when you were buckled in. "You excited?" He asked after sliding into the car, buckling his won seatbelt.

"Very," You said, laughing slightly as you looked through all of the personal mix CDs that you and Peter had made together, perfectly fitting your matching taste in music. "I can't believe I actually convinced you to go with me."

"I get to spend, like... Wait, three hour drive there, we'll spend, like, two hours there, and then three hour drive back... Yeah, I get to spend eight extra hours with you, so, really, it's awesome either way." He breathed out, looking over at your as you continued flipping through the CDs, looking up at him briefly to smile at him.

"I, uh, I bought some extra stuff from Mr. Delmar's too." He said, reaching into the back seat of his car, grabbing his, what you two called it, adventure bag. "Two sandwiches with pickle, a couple packs of gum, two Cokes, a few waters, and another CD." He says, smiling at you, reaching over to do your handshake, but you just ignored it. Instead, you leaned over the center console, hugging Peter tightly.

He just smiled, hugging you back even tighter, moving his head to kiss you on the cheek before you two smiled even wider, pulling away before starting the radio, Peter pulling out of the parking lot, the GPS on his phone already coming on, telling him to turn left in six miles.

***

"Okay, okay. Uhm... Jennifer Aniston?" You asked, taking a sip of your water.

"Oh, hell yeah. I'd do her in a heartbeat." He says almost immediately, causing you both to laugh loudly.

"Harry Styles?" He asks, switches lanes on the highway as you smile widely.

"Abso-fuckin'-lutely! How could anyone not wanna fuck him?" You both laugh, before Peter's face suddenly turns serious.

"Are you, uh... Are you, ya know, sleeping with anyone else?" He asks, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulps nervously.

You scoff, slapping Peter playfully on the chest. "No, Pete. I'm shocked that someone as hot as you wants to sleep with me. Besides, I like having sex with you. You're fucking amazing in bed." You giggle quietly, looking at the way Peter's cheeks are flushed a bright red at your praise.

Peter tries his best to not let a cocky smile take over his face. Obviously he knows how good he is in bed. The noises that you make and the praises that you give him are more than enough for him to know what he's doing is good.

"Are- Are you?" You ask, butterflies flying around deep in your stomach. You knew that you and Peter weren't official. But, for some reason, the thought of him sleeping with another girl made you sick to your stomach.

"Nope. I've never even come close to it. I'm comfortable with you, and sleeping with you is always nice. I don't trust anyone as much as I trust you, and you know how important trust is to me." He breathes out, laughing nervously.

You let out a breath that you were holding. If Peter had been sleeping with another person, he would've told you, and you would've been able to tell even before that. You two were best friends, after all. You knew Peter better than you knew yourself, and vise versa.

***

You and Peter had a blast at the old building, and he ended up being glad that you could convince him to go. Well, he would be gone either way just to spend time with you, but it was cute seeing how much you wanted him to join you.

It's never awkward hanging out with Peter even though you two are sleeping together. Well, it's usually never awkward. If it is, it's only ever when he's dropping you back off at your apartment. You never know whether you two should kiss or if you should just do your secret handshake. That was the one thing you could never figure out about Peter; "Does he wanna kiss me? Does he not wanna kiss me? Do I wanna kiss him?" were the thoughts that ran through your brain constantly, and most of the time you couldn't even look into Peter's eyes when he dropped you off at your place.

He was always gentleman though. Especially when you two were having sex. He would always make sure that you were okay, constantly reminding you of how beautiful you were, how good you felt, how much he was enjoying it, while still making sure you were, etc.

Along with the incredible sex, you and Peter had a nearly unbreakable bond... and you weren't sure if you wanted to test how it could break. Peter is the best friend you've ever had. He was always there to listen, to talk, to be your shoulder to cry on, and so many other things. He was your partner in crime, your ride or die, your boyfriend that wasn't a boyfriend... but who knows, maybe you did want to be with Peter. Even you didn't know the answer to that. And you didn't know if you ever would.

***

"I've got some news!" You squealed, sitting down across from Peter at the lunch table, where you always sat. It had been a few days since you and Peter had gone on your little road trip together, and you had already planned to go back again the following weekend.

"What is it?" He asked, smiling when he saw how happy you were.

"Alright... guess who just asked me out to the movies on Friday..." You said, you're eyes blowing wide with excitement.

It took Peter everything in him to not clench his jaw in anger, trying his best to keep a happy smile on his face. "Who?" He asked, one of his hands holding yours and he rubbed his thumb over the smooth skin.

"Brennan fucking Daniels!" You exclaimed, your smile even wider.

"Oh shit! That's awesome!" Peter said, lying to you for the first time in years.

He hated Brennan. Not just because he liked you and you liked him, or the fact that you and Peter were sleeping with each other, but because he was an asshole. Sure, he seemed nice on the outside, but Peter knew just how cruel he could be. Brennan used to live in the apartment next to Peter's, and even though you lived in the apartment right below Peter's, you never really saw Brennan. But Peter saw, and heard, everything. He saw how in the mornings girls would leave Brennan's apartment with tears in their eyes, their sneakers in their hands as they sped down the hallways, not wanting anyone to know that they were crying. He would date another beautiful girl every two weeks, and then he would throw them away just like they were nothing. Brennan Daniels was a player, he always had been and he always would be, and Peter was shocked that someone as incredible as you was going after an asshole like that.

"I'm sorry that I'm missing movie nigh for the first time in... what? Six years? Seven years? But I promise you that I'll stop by your apartment as soon as my date is over. How about we watch The Notebook this time?" You asked, your eyes turning sad slightly, feeling bad that you would miss hanging out with Peter for a few hours.

"It's fine, don't worry about it. Just have fun and enjoy the movie. I'll stop by Mr. Delmar's and grab some snacks, but just take your time." Peter said, putting on his best fake smile. Here he was again, as always, being the supportive best friend that he always was, putting you happiness ahead of his.

"Are you sure, Pete? Because I can reschedule, it's not a problem." You ask, making sure that Peter was really okay with it.

"Positive, just have fun." He fake smiled at you again, trying his best to convince you.

You just smiled, squeezing his hand before turning to talk to Ned, Betty, and MJ, not noticing the small, single tear sliding slowly down the smooth skin of his face, before he wiped it away quickly, leaning forward to join the conversation that you were having with everyone else.

***

"Fuck, Brennan! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You moaned, your back slamming against Brennan's toned chest as his grip on your waist tightened quickly as his pounded into you at a harsh, rough speed, hitting a spot so deep inside of you that your eyes rolled back as you let out a loud, choked out moan.

"Holy fucking shit. Fuck, are you gonna cum?" He groaned into your ear, his thrusts starting to become sloppier and sloppier as you both came closer to your highs each time he hit deep inside of you.

"Fuck, yes!" You moaned loudly, squealing loudly when he flipped you both, now pounding into even quicker as he looked into your eyes before dipping his head down, biting hard onto your collar bone, the force of his hips slapping against yours was enough for your bed to slam against the wall repeatedly, making you even gladder that your parents were on a date.

"Fucking cum for me, Y/N. Shit!" He groaned, his words only spurring you on further until, with one specifically deep thrust, you came undone underneath him, your walls squeezing him tightly as you moaned loudly, causing him to reach his own orgasm as he quickly pulled out of you, pumping hi cock harshly before he released onto your stomach, moaning out you name loudly as his head went back, before he collapsed onto your bed beside you.

"Fuck," You breathed out, your chest heaving up and down quickly as you tried quickly to regulate your breathing. "That was fucking incredible."

"Yeah. Shit, I thought that you'd be good in bed, but I didn't think you'd be that good." He laughed, looking over at you as he lifted one of his muscular arms above his head, looking over at you before asking you a questions that made butterflies appear in your stomach again. "How many people have you slept with. I know you couldn't have been a virgin before that, you were too good."

"Only one, but I've slept with him a lot before." You breathe out, laughing quietly, before you looked over at Brennan, seeing him start to stand up, gathering his clothes that were scattered all over the floor. "What are you doing?" You ask, trying not to sound nervous.

"I have football practice tomorrow and I need to go home and sleep, but could I see you again sometime soon? I, uh, I had a lot of fun tonight, and I really wanna see you again." He said, slipping his shirt on over his head, pulling his boxers on before he went to your desk, grabbing a towel before walking over to you, wiping his seed off of your stomach for you.

"I'd like that." You said, reaching a hand softly around one side of his neck, pulling his head down to yours, your lips meeting in a soft kiss.

After he got dressed and you threw on a pair of sweats and one of your (Peter's) hoodies, you walked Brennan to your front door, stepping into the hallway before kissing him deeply, your arms wrapped around his neck as you stood on your tippy toes, him leaning down to reach your lips, your figure seeming small compared to his 6'5 height.

"Bye." He said, smiling against your lips before pulling away, clearing his throat loudly when he saw Peter standing at the end of the hallway, his eyes blown wide at the sight of you two kissing in such an intimate way. It made his blood boil and his jaw clench when he saw how you smiled and how happy you seemed when you kissed him.

"Peter? What are you doing here?" You said, raised alarm in your voice. "I'll see you soon, Brennan." You said, waving him goodbye as Peter walked over to you, your body leaning against your front door frame.

"What was all of that about?" Peter asks, watching Brennan as he walked away, only turning to look at you when he saw him turn down the hallway.

"It's nothing, Pete. I thought I was meeting you at your place?" You ask, smiling at Peter, trying to ignore how awkward it was that the guy you were sleeping with caught you with a guy you had just slept with.

"It's late, I didn't want something bad to happen to you." He smiles back, trying his best to cover the pain he felt.

***

"Did you guys have sex?" Peter asked, causing you to turn your head away from his t.v., his tone a serious one, a large contrast to the funny, happy scene that was going on during the movie.

"What?" You ask, laughing, assuming he was joking as you took some popcorn into your hand, your eyes back on the screen as you snacked.

"Did you sleep with Brennan?" He asked, butterflies flying all around his stomach, nervous about the answer.

"Yeah," You shrugged, eyes still following the characters around on the screen. "It doesn't really mean anything though."

"Are you kidding? God, Jesus Christ, please tell me that you're joking." He said, causing you to look at him deeply in the eyes.

"What's wrong, Pete-" You start, before getting interrupted.

"'What's wrong?'?... 'What's wrong?'?! Gee, I don't know, Y/N. Maybe the fact that you fucked goddamn Brennan Daniels. You know he's just gonna leave you, right? He does that with every girl he fucks! And maybe its the fact that you didn't even ask me if you could sleep with him?!" Peter yelled, the first time he's ever yelled at you, his jaw clenched tightly, as he talked with his hands, his leg bouncing up and down, a sign that he was angry.

"Why does it matter so much? It's not like you're my boyfriend!" you snapped back, your body turned to face Peter's.

"What if I want to be? Have you ever though about that?" He shot back, his eyes darkened with anger.

"What are you talking about, Peter?" You said, your voice now back to normal, your eyes blown wide as you tried to make sense of what Peter was telling you.

"Nothing... It's nothing. Get out." He said, his hands going to cover his eyes.

"What?" You asked, your voice breaking at the harsh words coming from your best friend. From the one person that you trusted the most in this world.

"Just get out! Get the fuck out!" Peter screamed at you even louder than before, his hands moving from his face to his sides as he stood up, looking at you right in your eyes.

"Fine." You said, standing up, moving to his front door, slowly opening it, before turning around to look at him again. "Goodbye, Peter." And with that, you left his apartment, quietly closing door, constant streams of tears falling down your face as you desperately tried to wipe them away with the sleeve of Peter's hoodie, his scent that was imprinted on it only making you cry harder.

***

Peter tried to come by your apartment, climbing down the fire escape from his apartment down to yours. He was about to tap on your window until he saw you on your bed; you sat there, crumpled up in a little ball, wrapped in Peter's sweatshirt and your blankets, only your bedside table light on as you cried, your cheeks stained red from your tears.

"Fuck," Peter breathed out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He muttered before walking back up the fire escape again. His eyes stung as tears pricked up in his waterlines, realizing how bad he had fucked up... realizing that he had lost you.

***

You sat with Brennan the next day at lunch, trying to avoid Peter as much as you could, which was hard since you had almost all of the same classes. Of course, the awkward eye contact happened a few time in the following weeks of not speaking to him.

By the third week, both you and Peter had cut everyone off. Even though you were happy with Brennan, and you believed that he truly liked you, you were sluggish and quieter than you usually were. Unless you and Brennan were having sex, you were always bored. You missed the excitement that Peter brought into your life. He was Spider-Man, for Christ's sake, and you missed the way that he would explain his adventures of the day to you, even if most of them were very eventful. You missed the way that his eyes would light up whenever he saw you, or the way his grin would turn cheesy whenever you said a bad, corny dad joke. You missed the way that he made you feel special. Not just durning sex, but whenever you questioned yourself. Whenever you thought that you looked bad, or whenever you thought that you were stupid because you got a bad grade on a test.

Peter had always been there for you. Ever since you were nine years old. But now you didn't know if you would ever talk to him again. You tried not to think about it much, but whenever a teacher would say something that you could turn into a "That's what she said" joke, you would always curse yourself for looking next to you at Peter, forgetting for just a brief moment that he wasn't your best friend anymore. That he wasn't even your acquaintance anymore. That he was now just some guy that sat next to you in almost all of your classes. In a few months, you knew that Peter wouldn't even exist to you anymore, and that right now, you probably didn't even exist to Peter at all.

***

By this point, it had been two months since you had talked to the only person you had ever trusted with everything in you. You and Brennan had broken up a few weeks after the first time you slept together, and everyone was shocked when they found out that you had broken up with him, not the other way around like everyone had expected, Peter was especially surprised. He thought that you had really liked Brennan. Even if you had liked Brennan as much as Peter and everyone had thought, you knew that you couldn't be with him. Other than the fact that he was obviously cheating on you, you did want to stay with the person that had prompted the fight that had ended your friendship with Peter. Part of Peter wanted you to come back and be his friend again immediately, but the other part of Peter knew that that kind of situation wasn't going to happen. He had shut you out and yelled at you for doing something that he couldn't even really control. After all, he had told you that it was fine for you to go on a date with Brennan. And he had known that you probably were going to sleep with him. You were teenagers, that's what teenagers do.

Peter at this point wasn't even talking to May. It first started when he had quit smiling when they would go get Thai, remembering that it was something you used to join in on. Whenever May would bring you up, Peter's jaw would clench and he'd try and change the subject as quickly as possible. May knew that something was up with your and Peter's friendship after she hadn't seen you for a week. You were either always at Peter's place, he was always at your place, or you guys were always driving around somewhere upstate.

"Peter," May started, walking in front of him as he was seated on the couch, typing away on his laptop as he worked on an assignment for physics. "What happened to Y/N? I haven't seen her in months."

"It's nothing. She's just busy." He dismissed as he continued typing quickly.

"Even when you're both busy, you always find a way to see each other. This is the longest I've seen you be without her since the third grade, Pe-" She said before getting interrupted by Peter.

"I said it's nothing." He said sternly, his voice turning cold.

"Peter-"

"I said it's nothing, May! Jesus Christ, it's fucking nothing!" He yelled, slamming his laptop closed as he got off of the couch, making his way into his bedroom.

"Peter, you have to tel, me what's going on here. I've never seen you like this. What the hell is wrong?" May asked, concern filling her voice.

"Shit! I love her. God, I love her, May. I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t do anything. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t concentrate. Please… just tell me what to do.” Peter begged, hot tears beginning to stream down his face, his eyes and cheeks turning red from the overload of emotions he was feeling.

"I'm sorry to say it, but you can’t do anything when you love someone like that, Peter. But you have to tell her or you’ll go crazy." She said, her eyes turning soft. She felt sympathy for Peter, she knew exactly what he was going through.

"I don’t want mess up what her and I have. I can’t lose her, May. I can't." Peter chokes out through tears.

"Just tell her how you feel, Peter. And pray that it’ll work out well."

"It’s not that simple, May! It’s more complicated than that! I’m sorry that I’m yelling, but I’m suffocating in my own feelings over here! Either I’m numb or I’m feeling everything, May… I can’t do this, it’s too much." Peter said, sinking onto the floor as he let his emotions take over him. May immediately ran over to him, sitting down next to him on the floor, hugging him tightly as he sobbed into May's neck, his hot tears soaking her striped shirt.

"You need to go talk to her, Peter. As soon as you possibly can, or you're gonna lose it before you can even say her name." ay said, kissing the top of his head as she pulled away, looking at Peter with sadness in her eyes as he tried to wipe some of is tears away with his hoodie, the one that you had given back to him by leaving it in a brown paper bag my his window on the fire escape.

***

You sat on your bed, trying your best to read one of your favorite books in a desperate attempted to make yourself feel better as one of your and Peter's favorite playlists played quietly in the background.

You jumped sightly when you heard the tapping on your window... it had been a while since you had heard it. Butterflies swarmed your stomach when you saw Peter, and you tried your best to wipe away the tears that filled your eyes and that trailed down your face slowly.

You and Peter looked at each other for the longest time you had in two months, both of you not breathing when you unlocked and opened your window, stepping back to let Peter climb through.

"Can I hug you?" He asked, more tears forming in your eyes as you heard him speak to you for the first time in two months.

"Y-yeah." You managed to choke out.

That was all Peter needed to hear before he wrapped his arms tightly around you, both of you immediately sobbing loudly into each other's embrace.

"Fuck, Y/N. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Peter said over and over again, your head buried in his chest.

"I'm sorry, Peter. I should've talked to you, I should've asked you. God, I'm so sorry, Pete." You cried, both of your grips tightening around each other.

"No, it's my fault. I overreacted. It's just that... I- I..." Peter stuttered out, his grip around you loosening as you stepped only a few feet away to get a good look at his face.

"What is it, Peter?" You asked, one of your hands going up to cup one of his cheeks, rubbing your thumb around the skin, remembering how much you had missed the smoothness of it.

"I-, I'm just gonna say it because I can't think of any other way to put it... Y/N L/N, I'm in love with you. I'm so in love with you that it hurts. I've been in love with you since we were nine years old, and that's the reason I freaked out about Brennan. I love you so fucking much, Y/N. Jesus Christ, I can't breathe without you, I can't sleep, I can barely even do my fucking homework without you being around me. And I know that yo probably don't feel the same way about me, and that's okay, but-" He breathed out, a weight visibly lifting from is shoulders and he continued rambling, before you interrupted him.

"Peter, shut the fuck up." You laughed, causing him to top dead in his tracks.

"W-what?" He asked, his eyes widening with fear.

"I'm in love with you too, Peter. God, how could I not be? You're the sweetest, smartest, funniest guy I know. And I am so in love with you that I can't even read my favorite fucking book!" You said before stepping closer to him, your arms slowly starting to wrap themselves softly around his neck.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, his arms starting wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to each other.

"Please." You breathe out quietly.

And with that, you and Peter kissed for the first time in what felt like forever. Just two dumb and in love kids. You stood up on your tippy toes to deepen the kiss. It was one of those movie kisses... the total sparks flying, butterflies in the stomach kisses. It was one of the main things that you had missed. You missed how perfectly his lips molded to your, like they were two puzzle pieces that could only fit together with the other.

"Peter," You moaned when he started to kiss down your neck, his hands quickly lifting your sweatshirt off of you, you crawling onto the bed when you felt the backs of your legs hit your bed. "Please." You said, Peter's body situated between yours as he kissed your neck, his sweatshirt already discarded somewhere on your floor, your bare chests pressed against each other's.

"Please what?" He smirked against your chest, nipping on your bare breasts lightly.

"Fuck, make love to me, Peter." You begged, your back arching and a moan escaping your lips from the love bites Peter was giving you.

He looked up at you for a few seconds, your eyes meeting his, a soft smile covering your face as you ran your hands through Peter's curly brown locks, missing how they felt against your fingers.

You met your lips with Peter's, telling hi that you wanted him, and he kissed you back, a way of him showing you that it wanted you back.

Peter pulled away after a few minutes, his fingers going to the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them down, along with your underwear, before sitting back to take his own off. You licked your lips when his member sprung up against his lower stomach. If you both weren't so needy right now, you would've taken your time. But you two needed each other now more than ever.

Peter hovered over you again, his body between yours, is hard length in his hand.

"Ready?" He asked. The things that boy did to you... he always made you feel special, you didn't understand how he did it... it just came natural to him.

"Yes..." You whispered, connecting your lips with his as he slid into you, both of you moaning loudly into each other's mouths.

"Fuck!" You said in sync, your legs wrapping around Peter's waist before he started with a slow pace, wanting to make it last. He knew it probably wouldn't last as long as he would want it to, but goddamn, you felt fucking incredible around him.

"Shit, you're so tight!" He groaned, his head dipping down to kiss your lips tenderly, your lips parting to deepen the kiss as his thrusts sped up, causing you to whimper loudly into his mouth as he groaned.

"Fuck, Peter!" You screamed when he hit a spot so deep inside of you that it made your head spin as your back arched, your chests pressing against each other's even more, the feeling of Peter's skin on yours feeling like heaven.

Even with all of the experience Brennan had, Peter knew how your body worked better than you did yourself. He knew just what to do to get you to come undone underneath him, to have your eyes squeeze tightly shut, to have you screaming him name in only minutes.

"God, fuck," He groaned, his head going to suck deep purple marks into the crook of your neck, loud moans leaving the both of you. "Jesus, I'm already close, baby. I don't know how long I'm gonna last. You feel t fucking good around me."

"Fuck, cum for me, Peter. Please." You begged, your eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of Peter hitting deep inside of you, along with the words and groans coming out of his mouth.

He reached his hand down in between the two of you, rubbing harsh, tight circles on your clit, causing you to move your hands into his hair, tugging harshly as you came closer and closer to reaching your high.

"Fuck, P-Peter! I'm gonna cum!" You screamed, Peter groaning into your ear only spurring you on, along with the sensations on your clit. Within seconds, you were coming undone around him, your walls clenching tightly around his length as your legs tightened around his waist, your arms hugging his body closer to your.

And with only a few final thrusts, Peter was a complete groaning mess, his hips stilling as he came inside of you, his body collapsing on top of yours when his strength completely gave out, his head falling onto your chest.

The next few moments were spent in a comfortable silence, your hands smoothing up and down Peter's arms and back and you both tried to get your breathing to calm down.

"Y/N?" Peter said, looking up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. The sight would melt anybody's heart immediately, you were sure of it.

"Yeah, Pete?" You said, kissing his forehead before meeting his eyes again.

"God, I'm gonna sound like a little kid, but, uh... will you, ya know, be my girlfriend? Just us? No one else?" He asked, his heart rate speeding up a bit out of nervousness.

"Of course, dummy." You laughed, Peter moving up to connect your lips in a soft kiss, both of you feeling completely safe.

"I love you." He said, smiling between kisses.

"I love you too, Peter."

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