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hellodarling1357 · 3 months

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Could I request Cass trying to seduce and get readers attention who’s playing hard to get? I need more flirty Cass 😩

Touched by an Angel - Cassian x Reader

This request was so much fun to write!!! Thanks for sending it in lovely anon, hopefully you like it 💕

Excuse the cheesy pickup lines, you know I had to do it…

I’m slowly working through my WIPs and inbox so please send me some more requests!!

Enjoy 🥰

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Regardless of the fact that you and Mor had been friends for well over two centuries, Rhy was only just now granting you access into Velaris after much persuasion from his cousin. The plan being you were to stay with Mor for two weeks while she had some time off from her work so that you could properly catch up after being apart for far too long.

Your first night in the City of Starlight was an eventful one to say the least. During the day, you had let Mor show you around the markets and the Rainbow, stopping to have a late lunch along the Sidra, before she dragged you back to her place to get ready for a night out at Rita's. You had heard a lot about the club over your years of friendship, so you were excited to experience a night there for yourself.

After a few too many glasses of wine over the time it took to get ready, you were well on your way to being very, very drunk before you even stepped inside the crowded establishment. Straight away, Mor was pulling you to the bar before promptly placing a shot glass of some pink-looking drink into your hand, followed by another, and another, leaving you feeling giddy with excitement and the overwhelming desire to dance.

So dance you did.

The hours passed and you briefly remember being introduced to some of Mor's friends, not paying much attention as the music and sway of bodies consumed you. However, the overwhelming heat of the swarm of fae pressed so tightly around you eventually got the better of you. You turned on the spot, looking for you friend to tell her you were going to take a breather, only to find her wrapped around a female and very clearly distracted. With a grin spread across your face, you pushed your way through the masses and headed towards the door.

The fresh air was a welcoming change to the stuffiness you had walked out of. But it was the sight before you that had an expression of awe sketched across your face. Velaris had been pretty in the daylight, but at night? You had never seen anything like it.

"It sure is something, isn't it?" You whipped around to face the deep voice that had spoken from behind you.

"I know you." It wasn't a question. The male in front of you did look familiar.

"Yeah, I'm Cassian. One of Mor's friends. We met earlier?" You nodded with a vague recollection of the tall, muscled figure who had seemed to tower over the rest of the dancing fae.

"Right," But you were distracted by the slanted smirk of his full lips, the slight alcohol-induced haze in his eyes tracked your every movement.

You lent side-by-side against the alleyway wall, talking about whatever mundane thing came to mind before an 'acceptable' enough amount of time had passed, then Cassian had you pressed against said wall. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his mouth attacking your neck with bruising kisses, while you moaned out, not caring who heard, at the feel of him inside you. With a final cry, you became undone in his arms, squeezing around him until he came with a guttural groan. You held onto him for support as he helped steady you back onto your feet, afraid your knees would give out as you panted into the chill night air, the thrum of music and excited chatter reminding you of where you were.

"Well, I should probably...," you motioned behind you towards the door, "Mor is probably looking for me."

"Right. I'll see you later, yeah?"

Cassian waited until you had walked back inside Rita's before deciding to call it a, very pleasant, night and flew back to the House of Wind.

*****

You awoke the next morning with a pounding headache, your stomach churning in a sickly way as the sunlight pooled in through the open curtains.

Mor let out a groan next to you, slamming a pillow over her face before soft snores sounded again. With a groan of your own, you forced yourself out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

You looked like absolute shit.

Your hair was a mess on top of your head, strands having escaped the band you used to pull it out of your face. Dark smudges were smeared around your eyes, a stark contrast to the pale and clammy complexion of your skin. Your eyebrows furrowed even further at the sight of the splattering of hickeys that trailed along the side of your neck and across your chest. Clearly it had been a bigger night than you thought because you had zero recollection of how, or when, they got there. Or, more importantly, who gave them to you.

"You look like you've been attacked by a leech."

You shoved Mor as she stood beside you, observing herself in the mirror with a frown. She looked just as bad, if not worse, than you did.

"You can fuck right off, thank you very much." Your friend just shot you a stunning, if not slightly pained, grin.

"Ugh, come on. Showers then we're going to Rhys' for breakfast," She chucked you a towel before walking out to give you some privacy.

As if in after thought, she threw over her shoulder, "Want me to leave a scarf out for you to cover them up?" You slammed the door in her face, the wooden panel not blocking out her laughter as she asked, "Or would you prefer a jumper? Something with a high neckline?"

*****

Walking past the gate of the High Lord's town house, you knew should definitely be feeling somewhat nervous as the prospect of having a casual, albeit hungover, breakfast with him and his inner circle. But the fact that you were hungover, and that the heavenly smell of bacon was wafting towards you, had all pretences flying out the window.

You and Mor were the first to arrive, or more like, the first to drag yourselves out of bed, so had first dibs of the spread of food before you.

Looking a little green, Mor mumbled something about needing to get some fresh air, leaving you alone to eat your eggs in peace. That peace was short lived, however, as the sound of heavy footfalls coming down the stairs reminded you that there were others in the house, and whose house it was for that matter.

Mor waltzed into the room at the same time as the three Illyrian males, you knew Rhys straight away, having met him a few times throughout the years, but the other two only looked vaguely familiar. You were sure you could pinpoint their names if you thought about it hard enough but, alas, your brain was still not properly functioning.

There was a chorus of muffled "mornings" but other than that, everyone was content to eat, and suffer, in silence.

You eventually got up, taking a pile of dishes into the kitchen, vaguely aware of one of the males following behind you.

He let out a low whistle before saying, "Well, I clearly left an impression."

Your brows furrowed in confusion, turning to face the male as you studied his face.

"Do I know you?" Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't have been so blunt. You would have at least tried to feign some sort of confusion, 'I thought you looked familiar', 'of course, what was your name again?' but with your head still spinning you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"Yes," He let out a laugh that quickly faltered as your evident confusion remained, "We had sex. Last night…"

You blinked as he waved a hand towards your neck, where the marks were still very clearly visible. But before you could say anything, laughter sounded from the other room as a stream of taunts filtered in.

"I thought you said that you were good in bed, Cass. That's just embarrassing, not even a few hours later and poor Y/N has already forgotten all about you."

“Left an impression, my ass.”

Cassian

That's right, you could place him now. Him, and the somewhat blurred memory of frantic and passionate kisses, muscled arms holding you tightly, the sounds of...

Yep, you remembered.

Clearly not deterred in the slightest, Cassian gave you a dazzling smile, running a hand through his tousled hair before saying with a wink, "That's alright, I'll just have to make it more memorable for you next time."

You scrunched your nose at the implication. Sure, he was attractive. Honestly, one of the most attractive males you had ever laid eyes on. But you knew better than to fall for the clearly tried-and-tested smirk that you had no doubt had been used on countless females before you.

"Thanks," You noted the glint in his eyes as he continued fixing you with that intent glaze, "but I'll pass."

You walked towards the collection of snorts and laughter as you left Cassian standing in the kitchen with the stack of dishes, a slightly dumbfounded expression on his face.

*****

A few days into your visit, Mor had left you to your own devices for a few hours, which was how you ended up stretched out on one of the seats in the town house's garden, a book in hand as you basked in the sun. You were slightly aware of the back door opening and closing but paid it no real heed, that is, until the shadow of someone standing in front of you pulled your eyes away from the page.

You looked up expectantly, already anticipating the direction the conversation was heading in; having grown accustomed to Cassian's flirtations and not so subtle attempts of wooing you since that first morning.

"Is this seat taken?"

You looked towards the empty seat he was pointing at, and the one beside it, and the one beside that.

"Yes, it is. No go away, you're blocking the sun." You looked back down at your book, not sparing him a second glance.

"We can't have that now, can we, sweetheart?"

For a moment you thought he had actually listened to you and was heading back inside, that is until you quickly glanced up and found him sprawled across the glass, staring up at you with a smirk.

"What? You said that seat was taken. And at least from down here I'm not blocking the sun. You don't mind if I join you, do you?"

You stared ahead in frustration before letting out a huff as you returned to your book, not missing the grin that had spread over Cassian's face at your reaction.

A few minutes of silenced had passed, you had almost forgotten about Cassian's presence until he let out a soft laugh and said, "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you, right now, the way the sun is shining on you, you look like an absolute vision."

You shifted in your seat trying to ignore the irritation that simmered away.

"What is this? What are you doing?" You snapped back, not giving him a chance to answer, "Is this your way of flirting with me?"

Without missing a beat, Cassian answered, "Yes. Is it working?"

The wink he sent you had your indignantly moving your book up to block him out, and to prevent him from seeing the traitorous blush that spread across your cheeks.

*****

A few night later, you were having dinner with Mor and the rest of the inner circle, having grown quite close to some of them over the week you had been staying.

"You know what I don't get?" Cassian, who sat across from you, asked, "What I don't get, is how someone as beautiful as you could possibly be single. And, the funny thing is, I also happen to be single, but we can easily change that. How about it, Y/N? Fancy a drink?"

"Oh, I would but... I've already got one. Thanks anyway." You gave him a pretty little smile as you raised your glass before turning back to your conversation with Mor and Amren.

"Better luck next time," You heard Azriel say through a laugh as Rhys ruffled Cassian's hair.

*****

The next time you saw Cassian, he had run into the kitchen at an alarming speed, a slight look of panic in his eyes as you cautiously observed him.

“Y/N, I’m being serious, I need your help,” Your eyes crinkled in concern, “Please. Can I please borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.”

The faux-panicked look was quickly overtaken by a wide cheesy grin as he leant in towards you.

“Cassian,” You yelled, whacking him with a tea towel, “You prick! I thought something serious happened.”

“Something serious did happen, Y/N. The night we met, and you stole my heart… That alleyway will never be the same after what we shared there.”

You threw the tea towel at him as you stomped out of the room, passing a confused looking Mor, who, upon seeing Cassian standing there with a lovesick grin, rolled her eyes and followed after you.

*****

“I don’t get why you don’t just say yes,” Mor said as you heavily sipped from a glass of wine back at her apartment. “He’s one of the good ones, Y/N. Take away all of the cringy pick-up lines and I think he’s serious about wanting to take you out, he really does like you.”

“It’s not that easy…”

“No? What’s not easy about it?”

You starred at her, not wanting to say what was on your mind. She was just as stubborn though, if not even more so than you, so stared right back with a quirked eyebrow as she waited for your explanation.

Huffing in defeat, you flopped back onto the couch and let out a sigh.

“It’s not easy, Mor, because there’s no point. I leave in a few days so why start something up when it’s not going to last.”

“You don’t have to,” Mor sat herself beside you, wrapping an arm around you as you leant your head on her shoulder, “leave that is. You could stay.”

“Right,” You let out a sharp laugh, “Let me just pack up my whole life and move across Prythian for a guy I’ve known all of ten days.”

“Or,” Mor counted, sending her elbow into her ribs, “You could move across Prythian for your dearest friend who has missed you like crazy and knows that you’re miserable back home. The guy could just be a nice bonus on the side.”

You sat up, staring at your friend as you mulled over her words.

“Move here? Is that allowed? Where would I even live?”

“Yes, it is. I already spoke to Rhys about it, he would love for you to stay, said he’s already got some potential work lined up if you’re interested. And, obviously, you can stay with me until you find your own place.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Huh. Now that was a thought.

“If I moved, that’s an if, not a yes, it would be for you, not because of…him”.

“I would hope so. Though I’m sure Cassian wouldn’t mind in the slightest.”

The knowing grin and wink she gave you had your cheeks reddening as you lifted a pillow to cover your blush. Mor just pulled you back against her side, knowing that your hesitancy to move was just a front and that you would be packed, moved and settled in Velaris within the week.

*****

It was, technically, your last night in Velaris before you went back home to pack up your belongings. After talking out the logistics with Mor and Rhys, you had excitedly agreed to move and become an official citizen and member of the Night Court.

You had spent the afternoon with Mor looking at potential apartments before making your way to Rita’s for a ‘goodbye’ drink with the rest of the inner circle.

After tossing and turning all of the previous night, you had come to the decision that moving to a new city, a new court, signified the beginning of a new chapter. So why not throw caution to the wind and see how things played out with a certain Illyrian male who was currently standing by himself at the bar while he waited to be served.

“Hey,” You somewhat yelled over the music and laughter of the fae around you.

Cassian did a double-take before dramatically clutching at his chest, “Y/N, it should be illegal to look that good, it’s not fair on the rest of the females here.”

You rolled your eyes, but your usual snarky remark didn’t follow.

“I know our time together is limited,” Cassian continued, the dramatic tone still lacing his voice, “But before you leave us behind, would you at least just grab my hand, just for a moment, so that I can tell everyone I’ve been touched by an angel?”

Shaking your head as he grinned down at you, you relented and grabbed his hand. He was quick to slip his fingers through yours with a satisfied smile.

“I’m not leaving,” You said, very much aware that your fingers were still laced together, “Well, I am. But Mor convinced me to move here, so I’ll be back in a week or so.”

Cassian’s eyebrows shot up, shock settling over his features. Clearly no one had told him of your plans.

“Oh?

“Yep.”

You were interrupted by the bartender as Cassian ordered you both a drink before turning back to you with a quizzical expression.

There was a beat of silence in which your hands were still interlocked, Cassian’s thumb absentmindedly caressing the back of your hand, and you watched one another for a moment, as if seeing each other in a different light.

“Your way of flirting is truly awful, by the way.” You teased with a small smile. With the way Cassian was looking at you, there was no chance of attempting to stop your blush.

“But is it working?

“Maybe…”

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bruh-2004 · 6 months

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XDH + S/O ASKING THEM TO SHOWER TOGETHER FOR THE FIRST TIME

genre: fluff, suggestive at times, comedy.

GUN-IL

- he would look at you immediately with his eyes shining;

- "wow love, I was already thinking that you would never invite me, I was actually excited";

- it would be a fun bath, even seeming like something usual, he would help you with the soap, you would help him wash his hair, you would splash water on each other;

- but we are talking about gun-il, so surely at some point you would end up fucking in the shower (the water bill going through the roof);

- in the end you left tired, but you would be happy to have such a memorable first bath together.

GAON

- Jiseok would jump out of bed when he heard you ask him that, the boy would run towards you and ask "is this serious? Finally!!!";

- he would show his happiness all the time, seriously, taking off his clothes he would be looking at you like 🥰🥰🥰;

- a really fun bath too, you would laugh at him almost falling, he would laugh at you almost going blind with the soap falling into your eyes, but there would be cute moments too;

- ok, makeout session would happen at some point, gaon wouldn't resist with you glued to him all the time;

- after the bath you would be laughing in the wind like two fools in love.

JUNHAN

- he would look at you surprised at first, his cheeks would definitely turn red;

- "you know, love... I don't know, I don't think I'm ready yet";

- you would respect it and go to the shower alone, but in reality Junhan was ready, but he was embarrassed, after thinking a lot he would end up changing his mind and going to meet you (leaving you very surprised, but happy);

- at first the shower would be normal so to speak, you were still a little shy, but little by little you started to loosen up and soon you would be hugging each other under the shower;

- this event would bring you even closer together, junhan would stay closer to you and even ask if you could shower together again the next day.

JOOYEON

- in fact I imagine that with Jooyeon you wouldn't even need to ask, when you went to look for him the boy would already be waiting for you in the bathroom;

- "why that surprised face? I heard you tell your friend on the phone that you were going to spice things up between us";

- yes, you would definitely blush at that, but then you would start laughing and just take him to the stall after they had undressed;

- jooyeon would irritate you a lot in the shower, disturbing you from applying soap to your body, you would retaliate by messing up his hair, but there would come a point where you would be kissing (a bonus: his silly hands would often be on your breasts);

- they would barely have gotten out of the shower and he would be annoying you saying "baby, let's get dirty and go back to the shower, I want to touch your breasts again".

O.DE

- I imagine O.de having a more neutral reaction, as if it were something routine for you to ask him this, so he would simply agree with the idea;

- you would wonder if he wasn't excited about the situation, but when they entered the bathroom you would realize that he was excited, he was just trying to hide it;

- he would look you up and down, you would say with shame "stop fucking me with your eyes seungmin!" and he would respond "I'll only stop if I want to eat you in another way";

- they would already get in the shower making out, he's not the type of guy who wastes time, a shower would only happen after he achieved his goal;

- after everything, already lying in bed, seungmin would be taking care of you with great affection, he would caress your back and tell you how much he enjoyed taking a shower with you.

JUNGSU

- with Jungsu I imagine a slightly different situation, you had no intention of calling him, but he would follow you in the room while you picked up your things so you already imagined what he wanted and ended up surrendering;

- he would be as happy as a child running in the most adorable way possible to get his things;

- already in the shower he would ask you "honey, can I give you a bath? I swear it's without malice";

- and it really was without malice, he bathed you as carefully as possible as if you were a baby, overall it would be a very romantic bath, you would give quick kisses and hugs;

- when you were applying post-bath cream on your arms Jungsu would hug you from behind leaving a kiss on your neck, he would say "I loved taking a shower with you, love, but next time we won't take a shower and you know exactly what I want say with that."

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jinxdancer08 · 3 months

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Met on Set - Timothée Chalamet x F!Reader Social Media AU

Hey everyone! This idea has been trapped in my brain for several weeks now honestly, and I just wanted to get it out there. I definitely have ideas to continue it if people want/I feel like. Not super edited because I am tired, but I hope you enjoy!

P.S. not being able to edit drafts on my phone has significantly lowered the amount of time I have in my day to work on this 🤣

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myg-butterfly · 1 year

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How Many Things

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi invites you out to a party with him, and in trust, you say yes. But what happens when you lose him in the crowd, just to find him again with someone else by his side? In the midst of panic and longing, you wonder how many things he thinks about before he gets to you.

Tags: Non-Idol AU, Anti-Social Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Anxiety, descriptions of panic attacks, Yoongi is an asshole for a minute, some of his friends are big time assholes, insecurities, social anxiety, lots of feelings, Teahyung and Namjoon are sweethearts, crying, jealousy, author's first fic lol.

A/N: HEY HELLO HI!!! This is my first fic that I'm publishing here so pls be gentle 🙏 And if you enjoy, leave feedback, good or bad, I love interactions. This is self-indulgent comfort that I've been thinking about for a long while and I was like ,,,,,, Yoongi got me 🥰🙏 Also this was slightly inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's "how many things" from her album EICS go listen if you want the extra angst. So yeah, enjoy!

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You began to panic, the music was so, so loud, the clattering of dishes and glasses from the bar, the yelling, all the bodies and their humidity, it was all becoming too much, and to your dismay, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen.

You tried to recollect yourself as you began pushing through the crowd, determined on finding him. With every slip past a person, every step and stumble, you grew even more exhausted, but then finally, Yoongi came into view.

He was to the other end of the bar, a smile plastered in all his glory. Whoever he was talking to was clearly making him laugh, and just the sight of him made the tension in your shoulders ease a little bit. You were just about to call out to him, maybe even when fling yourself in his arms, but then-

Then you saw her. The one responsible for the way his face was currently scrunched with a happy grin. They stood close to each other, even as they turned the other way and moved to take a seat together at the bar. They were hand in hand, they looked like the human embodiment of perfection.

You felt your heart deflate as Yoongi pulled out a chair for her, proceeding to signal something to the bartender, the peace sign on his fingers and the pointing between him and her gave you the idea he asked for a drink for both of them. They continued to laugh and talk, and you had to force yourself to look away.

The sight of them made you remember why you hated going out, but even worse, you remembered why you vowed to not get romantically attached to anyone, especially not Yoongi.

The turning of your stomach was becoming hard to ignore, your quick breaths making matters worse. You knew you had to get out of there; with or without Yoongi. So with one last glance at him -who was still engrossed deeply in conversation with the woman next to him, leaning to whisper something in her ear and her reacting in a flustered manner- you fought your way to the door, tears beginning to spill the moment the night breeze greeted you.

As much as you wanted to just run and run and run until your body gave out on you, you knew better than to try and make it back to the dorms by foot.

You sighed defeatedly and pulled out your phone, texting the one person who you knew would be here without fail. As much as you didn't like bothering him (even though he's told you countless times you're not) you knew he'd scold you if you walked home on your own, and a scolding from him was never an enjoyable experience.

Y/N: are you busy rn?

Namjoon: Not currently. Why?

Y/N: can u pls come pick me up

Namjoon: Where are you? Are you safe?

Y/N: yeah, here's my location *📍*

Namjoon: I'll be there in less than 10. Stay put, okay?

Y/N: ok. ty joon.

Putting your phone away, you sat at the nearest bench you found, and attempted to stop the tears from falling further before Namjoon arrived.

But no matter how hard you tried, it was pretty much impossible to not think about why you were out here in the first place. Were you overreacting? Yoongi's allowed to have friends. So why are you so hurt? It's not even like you're together or anything.

In all honesty, you wanted to be mad at them.

You wanted to be mad at him for giving you even the slightest hope that there might be something more between you two.

You wanted to be mad at that girl he was with for being so damn perfect for him, for being everything that you could never begin to come close to.

But deep down you didn't have it in you to be angry at anyone but yourself.

How could you have been so stupid?

You knew that no one would want you romantically, you knew that all he felt for you was pity, that you'd never come first, and yet you still got your hopes up.

You let yourself dream that he wanted you like you wanted him. You believed all those things he said out of pity, all the reassurances and compliments, you knew that they were nothing but him simply being who he is; a naturally kind person.

You knew all of this, so why the hell were you crying? Why were you walking out and aimlessly trying to find anywhere else to go?

'Pathetic' you scoffed at yourself. You were being immature, everything everyone else had said about you was true. You were stupid to think otherwise.

Before you could continue to wallow in your self-pity, you felt a small tap to your shoulder, and you looked up to find Namjoon looking down at you.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" You quickly wiped away your remaining tears and nodded your head, standing up to greet him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Thank you for coming Namjoon." You bowed slightly, trying your best to look well put together. "It's no problem dear. My car's this way, come on."

"You want me to drive you back to your apartment?" You both got in his car and he asked as you put on your seatbelts. "Yes, please. Thank you." He only hummed in response as he began to drive, a soft tune playing on the radio, just loud enough to make it less awkward.

Namjoon knew you probably weren't in the mood to talk, and you were grateful for the silent understanding you guys shared. You weren't awfully close, but you'd shared your own personal memories with each other, and you mutually knew the other would be willing to lend a hand when needed. That's what you liked about him. He was just understanding like that.

The drive to your apartment was short, and even though you lived on the 3rd floor, Namjoon insisted on walking you to your door.

"Hey, take care okay? If you need anything else don't hesitate to call me, yeah?" He said as you reached your door, the genuine look on his face made you tear up once more.

"Yeah. Thank you, Joon." You waved him off as you stepped into your apartment, closing the door as he began to turn around.

You immediately kicked off your heels and went to grab a glass of water. You chugged it down as if you hadn't had a drop of water in days, proceeding to open your fridge and let the waterworks begin as you realized your appetite was gone just seeing the carton of orange juice sitting there with a sticky note that reads, "YOONGI'S!!! DO NOT DRINK >:("

He'd helped you with your groceries about 2 weeks ago, and the orange juice he bought was claimed by him, protesting that he needed "emergency juice" because he was at your apartment so often.

Not wanting to look at his skrunkly handwriting anymore, you shut the fridge door and rested your head in your hands on the kitchen counter.

The more you thought about it, the more prominent the ache in your chest became. He was the one who invited you to that party in the first place. He was the one who wanted you to have fun. He was the one that promised he wouldn't leave your side. Yet here you were, back at the dorms, hugging yourself in attempts to conceal your heartbreak.

If you had gone on your own and just happened to see him there with another girl, then that would have been a different story.

But no.

Yoongi himself told you two nights ago that he was invited to a party, and he wanted you to accompany him as his plus one. And as nervous and hesitant as you were, he spurred you on, encouraging; "No matter what you wear you'll look stunning." And "Everyone will love you" and "I won't leave your side, okay?"

That one stung the most when you thought about it, because not even 15 minutes into the party, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. You could tell that most of his friends weren't too fond of you, and you felt ridiculous in the pink dress you wore.

You thought of how you'd taken hours to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and not cry at your appearance made you cringe. You tried so hard to look nice, to feel pretty, to feel wanted, and it still didn't work.

You grew angrier, why weren't you good enough? What made it so hard to love you? You practically ripped off your dress, the fabric suddenly piercing your skin, your arms wiping off your already smearing makeup furiously, and you stomped to your bed, plopping down violently before letting out a strangled groan that sounded more like a whimper.

You felt like shit. Your whole night was shit.

Were you overreacting? You had been rude too. I mean, you left without even telling him. You're just as bad, right?

He's the one who left you standing there, Y/N. Your brain going back and forth until you decided that falling asleep would be easier.

"Sooo how'd it go with lover boy last night? Assuming things went well from what I saw." An overly excited Taehyung appeared at your side, a smug grin on his face as he poked your arms. You just shrugged your shoulders as a response, the mere mention of the previous night was enough to deflate your already souring mood.

"Don't give me that look, Y/N! I know you and Yoongi got it on last night!" Taehyung flailed his arms accusingly, as if waddling around would make his statements true. "We didn't get it on, Taehyung. Literally nothing happened. Nothing." You tried to remain calm as you spoke, but your patience was running thin.

"Oh come on Y/N. Yoongi was absolutely plastered this morning and you're gonna try to tell me nothing happened?" He kept on going as he shook your shoulders, and it took everything in you to not slap his hands away.

"Did he get home safe last night?" Your brows furrowed in slight worry at the mention of Yoongi being wasted, and no matter how hurt you were, you had to know if he was okay.

"Uh, yeah. Were you drunk too? I thought you guys left together. Do you not remember?" The lump in your throat was becoming harder to swallow down as Taehyung spoke. You had to be strong. You were not gonna cry over this to your poor friend who's excited.

"You know I don't drink. And, no we didn't leave together. I asked Namjoon to take me home." You hoped he'd stop asking questions, but much to your dismay- "You left with Namjoon?!?! Does Yoongi know?!?!? Did anything happen with him!?" At this point you were on the brink of tears, you hated talking about this.

"Taehyung, please let it go. I just wanted to know if Yoongi got home safely. Can we please just drop it?" Taehyung caught onto your pleading tone and the hurt look in your eyes, and he nodded with his softened expression.

"Sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to pry." He spoke cautiously. "It's okay Tae."

He shot you another worried look before returning to walking in silence beside you once again.

The rest of the day went painfully slow, your mind too exhausted to deal with walking from one side of campus to the other, and much less to pay attention to what your professors were saying.

Expectedly, you collapsed onto your bed the moment you went back to your dorm. You were gladly going to continue feeling sorry for yourself, but the ringing of your doorbell rudely interrupted you.

You groaned, hoping they'd just go away, but after a few seconds another ring came. You [grumpily] got up, running your hands through your hair in attempt to look somewhat presentable.

As you made your way to the door, you wondered who could be at your apartment, especially now that it was beginning to get late, the sun going down quickly outside.

You hesitantly opened the door, immediately wishing you would've just continued to ignore whoever was at the door once you saw who was standing in front of you.

"Hi, I brought dinner." There Yoongi stood with a soft smile on his face, lifting a brown bag in reference to dinner.

You stood stunned, wanting to say something, but your mind went blank.

"Y/N? You there?" He playfully waved his hands around trying to get your attention.

"Oh, uhm, yeah. Sorry. Just didn't expect you to come by."

"Oh, sorry if I startled you. I texted you but you didn't respond, and you didn't answer last night when I called, so I wanted to come check if you were okay." He shuffled from foot to foot, worry evident in his eyes.

"Oh, just haven't been on my phone lately." You looked down, feeling unsure on how to talk to him without showing him your hurt.

"Oh alright. So, we heading in for dinner?" The smile returned to Yoongi's face, and no matter how hurt you were, you still found it hard to say no to him.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Of course."

You opened the door a little further and stepped aside to let him in.

On a normal occasion, dinner with Yoongi would've been the highlight of your day. But now, it was filled with awkward silence and poor attempts at small talk — Yoongi hates small talk as much as you, so you don't know why he's still trying — the tension in the air was hardly going unnoticed.

It wasn't until you finished eating that he decided to just rip the bandage off.

"Are you angry with me?" Yoongi asked, and you almost questioned if he was being serious or not, but the expression he held made you realize that he was in fact clueless about the hurt he put you through.

You weren't sure what to say, so you stayed silent. I mean, it's not like you were angry at him. But you also weren't too happy with him either. Yoongi felt his heart drop as your gaze dropped his own, denying him from an answer.

"Y/N? Did I do something?" He asks from across the table where he's sitting.

For some reason hearing those words from him made the tears you've been holding back so well spill over.

Did he really have no idea? Were you genuinely overreacting? Did you just make everything up in your head?

"Do you really not know?" You tried to push your voice out firmly, but it came out in a broken whisper. You wanted to look at Yoongi, you wanted to see if his face washed over with realization, but your eyes stayed glued to the floor.

"Is this about me getting drunk at that party? I thought you said you didn't mind if I had alcohol." His wording sounded harsher than he intended, but with your already weakened state, you had to hold back from full on sobbing right there in front of him.

"This is about you leaving me by myself in the middle of the party when you promised you wouldn't leave my side!" Your frustration began to take over, did he really not see it? He's supposed to know you better than anyone else.

"Leaving you by yourself? Last thing I heard, you had found yourself a new companion for the night." Yoongi scoffed, his mood souring when he recalls finding out that apparently you'd left with some other guy.

The drinks he'd had were enough to make the night slightly blurry and to make him work a little harder to recall the night's events, but unfortunately, they weren't enough to make him forget how someone had stole you away from him.

"Where did you hear that?" You asked, trying to mask the hurt you were currently feeling.

"My friends" He responded, as if that was supposed to change what you had said.

"Your friends ... the ones you introduced me to?"

"Yeah"

"Your friends really don't seem to like me." You muttered, but Yoongi somehow caught the soft mumbling.

"What do you mean? To me it looked like they were all happy to meet you." His tone remained cold, and you felt more tears forming quickly.

"Well, you weren't there with me when they all laughed at me because I'd lost you in the crowd." You tried to defend yourself.

"They're not like that, I know they aren't."

"You wouldn't know how they acted towards me because you left me alone." You continued on, his face morphing into one resembling more of guilt.

"He left you already? Didn't even last half an hour."

"They haven't even had 1 drink tonight, no wonder Yoongi ran away so fast. Prude."

You winced while recalling how they'd laughed at you when you tried asking for Yoongi, passing it off as a joke when you'd gotten visibly upset.

You softened your tone, sadness catching up with you and replacing your frustration.

"It hurt, Yoongi. You know me better than anyone. You're supposed to know me better than anyone. You know how much I hate parties and bars, how I hate talking to people I don't know, how I don't do things alone. Ever. And you know that if I made you promise to not leave my side it's because I'm not ever planning to leave yours either. Do you know how bad it hurt to be panicking only to turn around and see you having the time of your life? Especially with someone else, when you promised me that night was for you and I only? It hurt, so damn bad."

Yoongi's heart dropped at your words, had it really been that bad for you? How did he not notice?

"I didn't leave with anyone yesterday, Namjoon brought me back to my apartment and left the moment I walked inside that door. You're the one that left with someone else last night, and it wasn't me."

A thick moment of silence engulfs you, and you begin to wait for a snap, or some sort of outburst from Yoongi, but all that comes is—

"Y/N... I- Shit. That's not-" You looked up hesitantly at the sound of Yoongi fumbling his words. He ran a hand through his hair in disbelief before slowly moving closer and crouching down in front of you. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I swear didn't mean to leave you. I went to go get the drinks, I did. And then when I couldn't find you I went and asked my friends if they had seen you, and they said that you'd gone off dancing with some guy, and so I went to go look for you and I ran into a classmate, which is the girl you saw me with. And I thought, since Y/N's off with someone else, it wouldn't hurt to have a drink with a girl from my class. I wouldn't have left you if I knew that you were by yourself. I'm so sorry."

Yoongi's gaze dropped to the floor as he finished, ashamed for being the root of your tears.

"I should've known better, I- I was just so opposed to seeing you happy with someone else that I immediately rejected the idea of looking for you to avoid the possibility of someone else making your night special. And I know that's not really a valid excuse, not looking for you because I was jealous- of something that wasn't even fucking happening- it isn't fair to you whatsoever. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I truly am." He takes your hands in his and takes a moment to recollect his next words.

"What can I do to make it up to you? Even if it's just the smallest fraction, I want to show you how sorry I am. Anything you want. Please." You paused for a moment, even though your conscience immediately knew what you wanted.

Hold me. Please. Hold me. Nudge your head with mine, lock our pinkies, put your leg against mine, anything. Please, hold me.

With your brain screaming mantras of 'I need to be held', you reached out for him for a second, before your body jerked to a stop.

No. I need him to hold me. I need him to reach out. He needs to initiate- please-

Yoongi's quick to notice your body language, and equally quick to react. "Do you want to be held, sweetheart?" You swear you felt yourself physically start to glow at the sound of him uttering the words you've been dying to hear for god knows how long.

You nod your head and you're so delighted by the aspect of someone- well, not just someone, but Yoongi- comforting you, that you don't even notice the soft whimper that leaves you as he scoots closer to you.

"Words, darling." He says softly, and your body automatically responds with soft chants of "Yes, please, yes Yoongi."

You don't even notice how tears begin to fall against your cheeks again when you feel Yoongi's hands wiping them away.

"C'mere, I've got you baby. Let's go to bed, yeah?" He grabs your legs and wraps them around his torso, before he holds you against him tightly and begins to stand up with you in his arms.

You feel yourself melting at the pet names he's giving you, glad that he's carrying you because you're sure your legs would've given out on you at this point.

You continue turning to mush when you feel how gently Yoongi sets you down once you reach your bed, how he squeezes your hand and asks for permission to lay with you with his eyes, how he reaches for you under the covers and cradles you close, fingers running through your hair softly.

The bliss is only momentarily, broken when your mouth moves faster than your brain;

"Yoongi?"

"Hm?"

"Why did it upset you when you thought I was at the club with someone else?" Your question comes out as a whisper, scared for his response.

"Y/N." He pulls back a little to see your face.

"Yoongi." You reply mocking his tone.

"Are you really gonna make me spell it out for you?" He's secretly glad that it's dark in your room, otherwise you'd be able to see the blush coating his cheeks.

"What are you talking about?" You ask, and his only response is a huff while pulling your head back into his chest.

"Yoooongiiii" Your whine comes out muffled by his shirt.

"Y/nnnnnn" It's now Yoongi's turn to mock your tone.

"Answer the questionnnn"

You feel the vibrations of his chest as he mumbles something into your hair, and you would've lost it on the spot if you weren't so focused on getting an answer out of him.

"Yoongi I can't understand you when you're mumbling like a child." You chuckle slightly, not wanting to dwell on how you can feel his heart beating rapidly against you before he mumbles once again, only this time louder.

"I don't understand you for shit." At this, Yoongi lets go of you and sits up with a sigh, looking at you for a second before securing his gaze on his hands. You follow suit and sit up as well, only slightly behind him.

"I like you. I've liked you. For a really long while." His voice is so soft and it sounds so timid, you almost think you're imagining it.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Wait- that's not a good way to respond to that. Uhhh- wait." You quickly shift so you're facing him fully.

"Do you mean like as in 'you're a homie' or like as in 'you're not just the homie you're THE homie'? Because before I say anything you would have to clari-"

"Do you think I do this with all my friends?" He cuts off your nervous ramble, grabbing both of your shaky hands with his equally shaken ones.

"What specifically?"

"All of it."

"Wha-"

"The sharing food? The holding hands and carrying you and bringing dinner over and inviting them everywhere with me? The cuddling and the 'baby' and 'doll'? You know how I am about my personal space, and you know how I am about my sleep, and you know how I am about affection. Do you think I do that with just anyone?"

"Well- I don't know, I mean- I don't know what your other friendsh-"

"I don't. You're the only one that gets to see me like this. You're the only one I treat like this. You're the only one I want to treat like this. I like you. And I want to be with you. And that's why I was upset. Because when I thought you were with someone else, it made me feel as if you didn't want the same thing as me."

Before you got the chance to even begin to process, Yoongi catches himself and feels the need to justify: "Obviously if you don't feel the same then I won't like, lash out at you or anything, it'll hurt but I don't want you to feel forced into something more with me than what we have now, it's just you asked me why I was upset and that was the only way I could explain it but I-"

"Yoongi." He's stopped by a soft tug to his shirt and the even softer sound of your voice.

You catch each other's eyes, the flickers of hope and longing between them, and the search of honesty.

"I feel the same."

A sigh leaves his lips and he breaks into a smile before picking you up in one motion and setting you on his lap so you're straddling him.

"Does this mean we're like, um- like,,,,"

"Like...?" His tone is teasing, and you know he knows what you mean.

"Like, y'know- like..."

"I actually don't know...."

"Yoongi." You huff out, your shyness getting the best of you.

"Yes?" His tone is smug, making you groan into his chest.

Working off of pure adrenaline, you mumble quietly: "Like, together."

"What was that doll?" You could practically hear the smirk on his face, making you try and shuffle away from him, but Yoongi's quicker, pulling you back into him with a giggle.

"If you're asking if we're officially dating, then don't even question it baby." He's still laughing, but his tone is firmer this time.

"So I'm taking that as a yes?"

"Fuck yes."

You burst out laughing at his response, and soon enough you've both fallen into a fit of giggles, as well as back into the bed, with you on top of Yoongi, before he flips you over so he's hovering over you.

"Y/N."

"Yoongi?"

"Can I kiss you?"

End.

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Fake Boyfriends & Melted Ice Cream

Request: I’m super excited that you have requests open! 🥰 May I have either Yoongi or Bang Chan pretending to be your boyfriend to help you out of a tight spot, and if a second prompt is allowed, include the quote about needing to stop meeting like that. If only one, then just the pretending to be your boyfriend. Please, thank you, and wishing you all the best life has to offer! 😽

Prompt:

7) "We really need to stop meeting like this."

13) Your bias pretends to be your partner to get you out of a sticky situation.

Pairing: Stray Kids Bang Chan x Reader

Genre: Fluff

If there was a tenth circle of Hell, it would be the grocery store.

Your shoulders were bunched up nearly to your ears as you navigated your cart down one of the endless aisles in search of laundry detergent. Things were too expensive and there were entirely too many people clogging up the areas where you needed to be. Suddenly your clothes were too tight and the sounds were much too loud. This whole experience was a sensory disaster.

Finally eying your usual brand, you reached up on your tiptoes to grab it. Struggling for a moment, you heaved a sigh before giving a helpless little jump.

"Need some help?" an oddly familiar voice asked.

Turning around, you narrowed your eyes at the man dressed completely in black. He kept his hat pulled low over his face, causing you to pause for a moment and wrack your brain over where you had heard him before.

"Ah!" you gasped, the familiarity clicking. "Chris, how are you?"

He smirked before pushing his hat up a bit. "Good, good, just here grabbing ice cream for the kids."

You chuckled to yourself. If anyone else had been eavesdropping, they would have thought he meant his actual children, but you knew better. You had met Chan nearly a year ago when you had moved to Korea. Doing a few English tutoring stints with his company, you had bumped into him a dozen times. Of course he had never really needed your help with the language, but he was always one for kindness and small talk.

"Such a noble father," you grinned. Looking back up to your original task, you turned back toward him, and furrowed your brows. "No offense or anything, but-"

"Y/N," he said simply, placing his hand in a stop motion between you. "I may not be tall, but I am tall enough."

Smothering a giggle, you nodded as the man walked forward and concentrated on the laundry detergent in question. Looking around to make sure there were no store attendants to chastise him, he hopped up on the lowest shelf and leveraged the extra height. Reaching as far as he could, he finally snagged the container you needed and hopped down.

"Thank you," you hummed, plopping it into your shopping basket.

"No worries," he smiled easily. "We really need to stop meeting like this, yeah? We should go to a proper lunch some time."

"Oh," you squeaked, a bit dazed. In all of the one-off conversations you had with Chan, you never thought he would want to go anywhere beyond that. "Yeah, sure. That would be great."

"Cool," he said with a nod. "We'll sort that out then. I'll let you get back to it."

"Thanks again," you nodded, your brain in a bit of a fog. Bang Chan really just asked you for a lunch date. No, not a date, your brain halted. He asked you as a colleague to go to lunch with him in a totally platonic way because he apparently enjoyed your presence.

"That's still a pretty big win," you muttered to yourself, trying not to dive head first into delusions. Chan was objectively one of the most handsome people you had ever encountered. Disregarding the whole idol part, even without the makeup and hair, he was adorable. More importantly though, his personality was gold star. You had never met someone more open and caring to those he hardly even knew.

Enjoying the momentary high that came along with a positive interaction, you swerved toward the next aisle only to crash into someone doing the same.

"Hey!" a woman gasped, taking a step back. Shaking your head a bit, you did the same.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't paying atten-" you began, but finally made eye contact with the collision. Maybe it wasn't too late to commit a hit and run...

"Y/N," she purred, her voice turning sickeningly sweet. "It's been so long!"

"It has," you cringed, looking the girl up and down. Lynn had been one of your best friends when you had first moved to Korea ("had" being the key word in that sentence.) Just as you thought the two of you couldn't have grown any closer, she had decided it would be an appropriate time to start dating your boyfriend.

In and of itself, it was something that wasn't a huge deal. Or at least it wouldn't have been if she had waited for you to actually break up with him first. Nothing like a gut punch to your heart by two people you thought you had trusted to really make you feel alive.

"How have you been?" she asked. You took a deep breath before responding. You could humor her, it wouldn't kill you.

"I've been great," you hummed. "What about you?"

"Oh, amazing," she grinned disingenuously. You nodded, counting down the seconds until you could gracefully step away from the conversation.

"Oh, good," you said, trying not to to frown. "It was great seeing-"

"We just got engaged!" she gasped, throwing her hand in the air. "Isn't that great?"

"Of course you did," you grimaced. "That was quick. Congratulations, really."

"Jae's around here somewhere. I'm sure he would love to see you!" she smiled, glancing over her shoulder. The dread quickly began to pool in your stomach. You simply could not do this.

"Baby!" Lynn gasped, signaling over to a tall frame you were much too acquainted with. "Baby, Y/N is here!"

Snapping his head around immediately, his eyes locked on yours. Now would be a great time for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

As he came closer, you could have sworn the temperature had changed.

"Y/N," Jae smiled. "How are you?"

"She's good!" Lynn said, wrapping nearly her whole body around his. It was very anaconda-esque and weirdly impressive. "I just told her we got engaged!"

Jae looked pained as he glanced from his new fiance to you. As he searched your face for any sort of reaction, you could almost see an embarrassed expression peak through.

"Y/N!" Lynn said, snapping you back to the conversation. "We should get dinner and catch up, don't you think?"

"Oh," Jae said, shaking his head immediately. "I'm sure Y/N is very busy."

"You would make time, wouldn't you?" Lynn asked innocently. "It could be a double date! Unless you don't have someone.."

Bitch.

You took a deep breath and tried to fortify your patience. You could get through this.

"Actually, I-"

"Lovie," a voice sounded from around the corner. Without looking, you felt an arm snake around your waist and tuck you into it's side. Trying to tap down the panic, you glanced to Chan who had suddenly appeared. Ice cream in hand, he sat it gingerly in your basket. "I told you to stay close!

Let me take this, it must be heavy," he hummed, taking the basket and placing it in the hand that wasn't preoccupied with holding you.

Glancing up in mock surprise, he looked back and forth between Jae and Lynn. "Who's this?"

"Oh, uh..." you trailed, your brain trying to catch up with the situation. Was Chan really taking the time to bail you out? "This is Lynn, and her fiance, Jae."

You could see Jae swallow hard after your explanation. He deserved to feel uncomfortable. Plus, how would you ever introduce him as your ex boyfriend?

"Nice to meet you both!" Chan grinned.

"Y/N," Lynn said, the smile slipping from her face as she sized up your "boyfriend." "Who's this?"

"Oh, sorry," you said quickly. "This is Chan."

"Channie," Lynn said, keeping her tone cool as she swallowed him with her eyes. "Is it okay if I call you that?"

"I would prefer if you wouldn't," Chan said, towing the line between a smile and a cringe.

Lynn immediately fell into silence, causing Jae to perk up. "I didn't know Y/N had started seeing someone new. How'd you two meet?"

Of course he wouldn't. It's not like the two of you were actually talking.

"Work," Chris chimed. "Y/N teaches English at the company I work for."

"What company is that?" Jae asked, quirking a brow.

"I work in the music industry," Chan said patiently. "Producing and a few other things."

Understatement of the year.

"Y/N and I used to be close!" Lynn pouted. "We definitely need to meet up now!"

Chan looked at you knowingly before pulling you closer. You were basically melted into his side at this point. You couldn't lie to yourself though, the contact felt good, especially coming from him. Your head swam as you attempted to grapple with the situation while simultaneously trying to calm your speeding heart rate. He tended to have that effect on you on a normal day, let alone when you were pretending to be together.

"I dunno," Chan said finally. "Y/N would you feel comfortable with that?'

You glanced up at him through your lashes. Popping your mouth open to answer, you weren't exactly sure what to say.

Chan chuckled before pressing a kiss into your hair. A KISS. INTO YOUR HAIR. You tried to quiet the mental screaming so you could hear him speak.

"My Y/N is pretty overwhelmed with their schedule these days," he said quietly. "I'm not sure if they would be able to shift things around for us to all meet."

"You would make time!" Lynn insisted. "There's so much we need to hear about you two! This is a total surprise."

"Lynn," Jae said sternly. It was interesting to see him issue the brat a warning.

"What!" she gasped. "I'm just terribly surprised! You never seemed like one to go out with someone like him!"

She appraised Chan again with greedy eyes. Apparently she didn't think you could pull someone successful or good looking...but then...

Jae looked down at Lynn in dismay. "She went out with me."

You looked to Chan who was eating up the scene in front of him. He gave a squeeze to your hip and attempted to choke off his laughter.

"I know, baby," Lynn whined. "Don't get defensive. I just meant-"

"Well, our ice cream seems to be melting," Chan hummed as he looked forlornly at the basket. "We better get going. It was nice meeting you!"

"Y/N! I'll text you!" Lynn insisted.

"I really hope you already have her blocked," Chan whispered into your ear as he steered you away.

"Everywhere," you nodded. "Even the Facebook she uses to recruit people into her multi-level marketing scheme."

"She seems like the type," he muttered, glancing over his shoulder at the couple now behind you. You could still hear them quietly bickering. "I really hope you don't mind me stepping in. I was coming by again to ask you something and may have accidentally eavesdropped a bit."

"Accidentally?"

"Alright, full on eavesdropped because I have never heard someone so..."

"So?"

"Absolutely fucking foul."

"Chris!" you gasped, trying not to laugh too loudly. Even though the two of you had gone toward the front of the grocery, he still had his arm protectively around you.

"Seriously!" he said, his eyes wide. "They're miserable!"

"I don't mind you stepping in at all," you laughed, allowing this moment to wash over you. It was nice to know that someone actually cared enough to save you in a less than ideal situation. Let alone that person being Bang Chan.

And had you daydreamed too close to the sun or did he actually kiss your head at one point?

"Okay," Chan nodded. "I never want to do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable, but at that point, I think I was the lesser of two evils."

You nodded as the two of you finally reached the register. "No, no evil at all. I very much appreciated it."

Chan smiled before pulling away from you. The sudden absence of contact immediately plunged you into reality. "What was your question by the way? That you were coming back to ask?"

"Oh," Chan hummed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wasn't sure if it was too forward...but...how do you feel about caramel swirl ice cream?"

"I mean, not negatively," you laughed.

"I've got two spoons," he said, tilting his head to the side. "One of them could be yours."

If it were physically possible to have a sentence stop your heart, that one would be it.

"Sure," you nodded, not actually sure at all if you had even heard him correctly. "That sounds like fun."

"Great," Chan grinned. "Maybe if you ask nicely we can see where it tastes better, from the carton or my lips?"

Your eyes grew wide as you openly gaped at him. "What?"

"Kidding!" he laughed, throwing his hands into the air. "Unless you aren't in which case I'm totally serious."

You opened your mouth and immediately closed it. Giving the barest nod, you could see the tension relax from his shoulders.

"Good, good," he nodded, focusing more intently on getting his items on the conveyor belt. You could see the tips of his ears blazing bright red. "If I'm going to be your fake boyfriend, I just need some experience, that's all."

You continued to stare at him, only croaking out a laugh after a moment of silence.

"Good talk," he grinned sheepishly. "Remind me to bring it up again later."

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the-kr8tor · 9 months

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Hello again you're probably going to get annoyed with me but I do got another request for you can you please do a Hobie x punk rock star reader

where Hobie finds out that reader is a famous female punk rock star and he just happens to go to one of her concerts and she's on stage performing paparazzi by Kim Dracula 💕😍🥰

Hi hun! Thanks for the request! I'm sorry but I don't know that song I feel so old so I hope you don't mind me not adding it in. Hope you like it ❤️

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Cursing, FLUFF

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Hobie doesn't boast, he definitely doesn't, but he can't help but talk about you to his friend. Hobie finds himself yelling over the concert's speakers announcing a new act on stage.

"I'm telling you, mate" he grabs Ned's arm to get his attention "she's fantastic! We clicked just like that!" Hobie snaps his fingers "we talked about everything, there was never an awkward pause"

Hobie smiles through his praises.

Ned side eyes Hobie, annoyed at hearing the exact same story that Hobie told him mere minutes ago "yeah, you clicked so much, you forgot to ask for her number. You didn't even bother to ask for her name!"

"Yeah, I kinda forgot about that!" Hobie yells through the crowd's screams, he mentally slaps himself for his stupidity.

"Well if it's meant to be, you're bound to see each other again" Ned finally takes his full attention towards the new band, the lights flicker and change colors to match the new song.

Hobie doesn't believe in soulmates, fate or love at first sight, but with you, he's starting to question his beliefs.

A guitar riff sounds aloud throughout the concert hall. Hobie ignores it, his mind still on your last encounter.

"What's up, London!" You scream at your mic, hyping up the crowd. A wave of excited shouts and shrieks reverberate around the place.

Hobie almost breaks his neck with how fast he moved towards the familiar voice.

"Hoooly shiiittt" He shakes Ned's shoulders. "That's her! Bruv, that's her!" Hobie smiles widely, he can't believe it.

"Fuck off, really?" Ned shoves off Hobie "no way, mate, she's bloody famous!"

Hobie doesn't reply, he stood throughout your entire set, eyes glued to your form. Everytime you play your guitar, he watches your fingers expertly play it, he hangs onto every song lyric you sing out.

He barely registers your wink thrown at him on stage. Was that even for him?

You smirk, the tip of your tongue peeks through your teeth, nodding at his direction, you point at him with the head of your cherry red guitar, as you play your guitar solo, head bobbing up and down to the music.

That was definitely for him.

Hobie smiles proudly, while Ned stares at him in disbelief.

After your band's set, you thank the crowd for being such a great audience. Sweat and adrenaline clings to you.

You drop down gracefully from the stage, running towards Hobie's general direction.

He notices this immediately, so he pushes through the crowd to get to the front of the stage. Hobie ignores all the angry stares thrown at him, he dodges an elbow, still pushing through the tightly packed crowd.

You both get to the front at the same time, a huge smile on your lips, Hobie mirrors your expression.

A metal barricade separating you two. The event's security held back the crowd, they try to stop Hobie from getting closer to you but you signal them that he's okay.

"Hey there, stranger" your voice, velvety smooth.

"Found you"

"That you did" you laugh, "you forgot something, the last time we saw each other"

Hobie looks at you curiously "What is it?" He doesn't remember if he left something at the pub where you met.

"My name and number"

"That right?" His grin gets bigger, Hobie flirts back.

"Mmhm, I'll see you backstage, stranger" you leave him speechless.

Maybe Hobie does believe in fate.

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Thanks for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it! ❤️❤️❤️

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #spider punk #hobie brown #the kr8tor's creations #x reader #atsv fanfiction #spider man across the spider verse #hobie brown x fem!reader #spider punk x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #atsv fanfic #fanfic

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emotionallyattachednerd · 4 months

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Storm's Heat Part 2 | IDW Drift/Deadlock x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 4900+ ( 2400+ each scenario )

Warnings: Smut ( spike in valve, breeding kink and knotting ), some violence and attempted/mentions of non-con. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Finally, I've managed to get something done with writing. Sorry for the delay in posting anything. Was very busy over Christmas and than I caught a terrible bug that lasted weeks, and it's still lingering.

Even with the poll I still couldn't decide, so I did something with two scenarios. Am I crazy? Yeah, sure, why not? Normally the polls help but I just couldn't stop thinking about both outcomes. This is a two part story, one of each with a different scenario of events. Hope you all enjoy. 🥰

☕ Coffee

Becoming part of The Lost Light crew wasn't something you imagined yourself to be in, but you were really grateful and honoured to be offered such a position. Your job is to monitor and analyse data, simple enough for you, and you are eager to meet the crew.

Ratchet is the only one you've met before a number of times, and it's thanks to him that you got yourself on this crew. He was your first visit as you made your way towards the med bay, the only place you imagined the old medic to be lingering.

However, you managed to get yourself lost along the way down the endless halls, and as your helm was spinning you weren't paying attention and ran into someone, knocking your data pads onto the ground.

"Slag! I'm so sorry!" You hurry to gather the number of pads without looking up in your frazzled state.

"It's quite alright, it was an accident." They say before helping you gather what you dropped. The voice sounded strangely familiar, making you look at them finally.

They meet your gaze, confusion filling both his and your optics, before yours brisky widens. "Deadlock?"

He stares back at you, mute and bewildered that you're here, and calls him by his old name. He looks completely different, but you knew it was him, and his autobot badge even catches in your view.

Finally, he's able to find his voice in his startled state. "That's not my name anymore, darling. It's Drift now."

The way he called you darling makes you smile a little. It's been a while since you've last heard from him. In your last encounter you remember him as Deadlock, a decepticon you found yourself trapped within in your outpost, and decided to let yourself go and grasp into the unforgettable desire he provided.

Standing back up he offers back your data pads and you smile as you take them back. "Dead-Sorry, I mean Drift. What happened to you? You joined the autobots?"

Drift offers a tender smile. "A lot did happen, it's a very long story."

"Maybe we could catch up later?" You ask without hesitation. All you wanted was to talk with him, find out the story, if he wanted to speak about it that is.

For a moment he continues to stare before smiling more fondly. "That would be nice, of course we can. Where are you headed?"

"Medic bay, I wanted to speak with Ratchet, he's an old friend."

"Old friend? I'll need to hear that story." He smirks softly causing you to return the same. "Come, I'll walk you there."

It wasn't until much later that both you and Drift managed to find the time to meet and catch up. You were curious about his story, and just how he became an autobot. You end up meeting in his quarters just so you both had some privacy, his idea, and you sensed he had some things to say to you.

And a lot he said.

"Told you it was long. Banished Decepticon. Wreaker. Autobot. Interrogator. Public Relations Officer. And now, third in command aboard the Lost Light." Drift finishes with a light shrug as if it was all nothing.

"That's impressive. You've done and been through so much. You should be proud of yourself."

"I know, but not everything is perfect. I've done a lot of terrible things still, taken innocent lives, rained chaos as a decepticon. That's something I can never forget and I have to live with. That's what I've accepted."

"But how will you find peace then?" You ask for furrowing your optics slightly.

"Maybe I was never meant to find peace?"

"You've been given all these chances to become better, and you have. Punishing yourself won't change the past, but you can still find peace."

Drift listens and offers a soft smile. "Well, I found you again, so that might mean something?"

You can't help but blush a little. "Yeah, I believe so." He offers you more energon and you accept. It's quiet before he speaks again.

"You look well." Drift says to break the silence that lingered, and he looks as if he's nervous around you. You honestly thought it's cute.

"Thank you. You've changed a lot, but it's a good look on you."

He sits beside you on the sofa and fiddles with his servos, rolling his digits while staring at the floor, pondering over his thoughts. "I'm glad we bumped into one another. There is something I would like to say. What happened at the outpost, I'm sorry."

You furrow your optics a little. "Sorry? What do you mean?"

"I took advantage of you, it was wrong of me to do that. I've done a lot of terrible things in my life, many mistakes were made, a lot of innocent lives were taken by my servos, and that's something I'll live with forever. What I did to you, again, I'm sorry."

You continue to stare at him, still confused, and let your own thoughts ponder through your mind. "Do you seriously believe what we did was against my will?"

"Yes?" Now he sounds confused. "At least I pressured you, pushed you, didn't I?"

"I don't remember it like that." You shrug before thinking back to that moment. "I remember an autobot and a decepticon were trapped together in an outpost in the middle of a bad storm that lasted at least a month. In the moment, fractions didn't matter, and I wanted it to happen because I was so uptight about being cooped up. You showed me a pretty good time, and I never once held any regrets. Not once did I ever consider what happened was forced on me."

Drift listens as you speak, letting everything sink in through tender optics before letting out a long and quiet vent, as if relieved.

"Are you certain I didn't hurt you?"

"Not once did you hurt me. I promise." You touch his servo under your own, offering an assuring rub. "I'm...I'm glad we got to meet again, I was hoping we would cross paths."

"How so?" Drift is curious by what you mean.

You decide to not without holding back. Even if he rejects you, at least you could finally move on with him out of your thoughts, maybe. Leaning closer you meet his lips with your own and share a tender kiss.

You feel him tense, but it quickly departs, and then you feel him leaning into it, welcoming the delicate smooch. Tilting your helm you deepen it a little and coil your glossa with his own, which he softly eagerly accepts while moving his servos across your waist.

This entices you to straddle his lap and press yourself against his chassis, letting every moment of this last for as long as possible, because you didn't know if this will ever happen again or what Drift was even thinking at that moment. All that matters is he is kissing you back, and you are craving more from him.

Finally, the kiss is broken, but you remain close as you gaze into his optics, taking in the softness that swims in them. All you can do is offer a sheepish smile before speaking.

"Call me crazy, but I was hoping to find you again. You kind of left your mark, I couldn't stop thinking about you." The confession gets you all shy. "I don't know, just that...guess I like you. You might've changed your life, your name, but you're still you, and I feel drawn to you."

Drift listens, letting her words sink in before giving a tender smile, reaching up to caress her cheek plating. "It's not crazy. I'll admit, I thought about you from time to time, wondering where you were and what you were doing with yourself. I honestly didn't expect to run into you again, but I'm grateful I have."

You return with a smile, a weight lifted off your shoulders hearing him speak words you were hoping to hear. "So, what now?"

"Would you like to keep going?"

You nod, because you didn't trust your own voice to stutter through the elation growing through your system. He brings you closer and kisses you again, your servos moving behind his helm once again while deepening the kiss together.

His servos skillfully move over your hips and waist, holding you against him while his glossa coils playfully with your own, letting out soft moans together while the kiss plays on.

You decide to keep going for more and descend your servo down between you both, running your soft digits against his heated panel, earning a hitched vent from him against the kiss.

He doesn't hesitate though and retracts his panel, his semi hard spike emerging out, and there he still has his knot, making you giggle lightly.

"Well, guess not everything has changed."

Drift smirks through a light moan feeling your servo wrap around his throbbing spike. "Can I assume you missed not just me, but my spike as well?"

"Maybe." You tease, sharing another gentle kiss with him as you stroke him, right across the thick base of his knot and caressing around it with a gentle squeeze causing him to let out a stuttered vent.

"Well, I can happily say that I'm ready and eager for your lovely valve. Think you can handle that again?" Drift asks through his heated vents, waist wiggling a little against your stroking of him while you continue to pump him gently.

"I can handle it, all of you, always." You sound so confident, and you were, very much, and Drift's smile stretches more as you answer this.

Keeping your servo wrapped around him you lift your hips up to hover over his throbbing spike before sinking down, feeling him pulse through your channel, quickly meeting with his knot that settles against your valve lips. You missed him, so dearly much.

"Drift." You call him by his name, forgetting his decepticon name, gracefully wiggling your hips and grinding down on him, rubbing your node against him that creates an abnormal, yet sensual rolling moan from him. "Oh Drift...."

Your body rocks in motion against him while wrapping your servos around his neck, bringing yourself closer, and you can't help but smile through your heated moans as you hear his alluring purrs, silky sounds that swim around your audios. His servos hold securely against your waist while helping to guide you more down on him, though you were doing most of the work yourself.

His knot endlessly grinds against your valve, desperately seeking the velvet warmth that already surrounds his spike riding through you. You want it, all of him, so much, and you eagerly respond by pushing yourself down more firmly to try and get that knot in you.

Drift lets out a rowdy moan, feeling you grip all along him while attempting to bury yourself onto his knot that throbs rapidly, his spike increasing in size little by little, before he helps by pushing you more harshly down on him, and this is the help you needed before you feel his knot push past into your valve, locking you both together with his knot expanding, creating a elegant throbbing bump against your valve.

A sharp cry echoes from you feeling sudden stretch expand through your channel, every ridged pulse sending waves of electric shocks against your inner walls that boil through your frame, embracing him tightly with your face buried against his inner neck, letting out ravenous moans that join his growing purrs.

Within moments, you're rolling your waist skillfully and firmly against him, feeling his knot tugging at your valve at each grind you deliver against him. He meets with your movements in sync, harsh grunts hitting your lips before kissing him deeply and joining your glossa's together. It's you that overloads first, clamping down on him and letting out a buzzing mewl against his lips as the shocks rush through you. Then you feel him jerking against your frame before stilling, warm thick ropes of trans fluids soaking your depths while his knot expands more and prevents anything from leaving.

Resting against his chassis you let out heated vents as your fans kick in to cool yourself off. Drift doing the same while his servos wrap around your body, holding you close against him, his knot buried deep within your valve as you clench around him eagerly still. You missed feeling so stuffed by his spike and knot.

"So, would you like to go on a date?" He manages to ask and you answer through a beaming giggle.

"Yes, please. That would be nice."

Drift caresses your cheek plating and leans forward to share a kiss with you. It's so tender, gentle through your senses. "I look forward to it, darling."

It's a date.

AU where Decepticons win the war...

Its a living nightmare for all autobots. This wasn't meant to happen, least not how you imagined it would turn out, and now you find yourself a prisoner of war, captured with your group as you attempt an escape off the planet, only to fail.

Optimus Prime was offline. The decepticons have won the war. Cybertron was under Megatron's control. Autobots were spoils of war. All the worst and horrible things were happening so quickly.

Your group is led off a shuttle and shoved into a building, no one knowing what's to happen. The autobots were at the mercy of the cons.

You're trembling, lips quivering as your bound servos clench tightly to try and ease your nerves, but this doesn't help in the slightest. You're terrified about what your fate is to be, or just what might happen to you. After all, you're a femme, not a lot like you around, and that makes you stand out more.

Rough servos suddenly grab hold of you, tugging you out of your group, and you find yourself in the grasps of a decepticon who is staring at you with the most putrid smile.

"Well ain't you fine and dainty. You're coming with me, sweetspark. Me and the boys are going to have a lot of fun with you." Your optics widen as you're suddenly dragged away, the shouts and curses of the other autobots are heard but ignored. They couldn't help you.

"No, no! Please!" You plead as you try to dig your pedes into the ground to stop but fail as you're pretty much dragged across through the erupted crowds and into another rowdy building, music and cheers screaming out from it. They were celebrating, and you are their next taste of victory.

Upon entering, the catcalls and whistles cut through your audios that make you tremble more, trying to hold back your tears as the grip on your arm tugs you through into the center.

"Got us some entertainment! Let's show the auto-slut how we like to treat a femme!" The con announces before shoving you into a group, and chaos erupts.

Your screams and pleads were silent through the decepticons' own shouts and calls, each trying to grab and tug at you, before being yanked away again by another. Your helm is spinning, you're tired, and your vocals hurt, you just wanted this nightmare to end.

Things only got worse when the decepticons now start fighting over you and punches are thrown, one managing to knock the side of your helm and throwing you to the ground. Your audios start ringing from the impact as you try pushing yourself up off the floor. Escape. You needed an escape.

Another pair of servos grab you and you start struggling again, only to stop when you hear a familiar voice against your audio.

"I've got you, darling."

"Deadlock?"

"The one and only." You can feel his smirk as he lifts you into his arms and loops your cuffed servos over his helm.

You don't answer but you do act instantly by holding onto him, your saviour, as he attempts to take you away from the others that still try to grab you, though Deadlock wasn't going to let that happen. He'll tear them all apart if he must.

Grabbing his blaster he shoots one nearest to him in the shoulder, not killing them, but enough to send a message for the others.

"Get back!" Deadlock snarls at them all. "She's mine!"

Energon splattered across your face as the shots rang out but you didn't even flinch, you have much more to worry about in that moment.

Everyone knew who Deadlock was and just knew how dangerous he could be. Though the message was sent, it didn't mean they were stopping.

"You have no claim over her! She's nothing but war spoils!" The one who had dragged her here argues.

"What the fragging pit is going on?!"

A thundering voice cuts through the air and sends shivers through you, making you hold onto Deadlock more letting out a whimper as he offers quiet shushes against your audio. You peek your optics up, only to face an enormous con approaching Deadlock.

"Having fun with the spoils boss!" Another cackles which earns them some eager chants.

"Turmoil, do you really want this kind of greasy behaviour in your city? Your troops allowed rape anyone they please?" Deadlock knew his commander. As blunt and taciturn as he was, he wasn't one to approve of that kind of pointless behaviour.

"Whose brilliant idea was it to bring the femme here, to a bunch of riled up horny soldiers?!" Turmoil raised his cannon, swinging it around causing the others to duck for cover, but he wasn't interested in shooting anyone. " That's why we got brothels, to handle your needs! Stupid. The lot of you!"

That was it then. No further attempts were made to get you.

Turmoil fixes his optics on Deadlock. "Get her out of here. I don't care what you do with her." That answer is good for Deadlock, and carries you away from the scene.

It's over. You're safe.

"Thank you, thank you..." You feel yourself cry softly into his shoulder, a sickening weight is lifted off and you're now safe.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

Deadlock brings you back to his apartment, which is rather nice, and makes you wonder just how important he was. You sit on his berth, cuffs gone, and he offers you energon which you accept before he then starts to tend to a few minor injuries on you.

It's been so long since you last saw him when you were stationed at that outpost. After the storm had passed, you both parted ways, and that was it. Deep down you missed him, no matter how much you told yourself how wrong it was, you couldn't help but feel the need to see him again. Did you fall for a con? Yeah, you think you did. Now here you are, ruined again.

Seeing you again wasn't something Deadlock had expected to happen, but he was glad he came across you in your situation just in time before it could escalate. He didn't like his property touched, and made that clear when he started shooting them.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asks once he's taken care of the ones he visibly saw.

"I'm alright." You whisper back, still trying to process everything. Then you feel a touch against your cheek plating and meet his optics. How could someone look so dangerous and harmless at the same time?

Deadlock is sitting beside you on the berth as he takes in your cute face he had missed, his digit gently tracing across your cheek plating while tilting his helm, as if trying to read every detail about you while you lean into his touches, before you find your voice again. "What happens now?"

"You'll remain with me." Deadlock doesn't hesitate. There's no way he can let go of you again. "Turmoil is my commander and I'm his SIC, he was given the city by Megatron. Things are still adjusting and new laws are being laid, but I'll make sure he knows you're not to be touched by anyone else."

At least Deadlock could do this to make sure you're not bothered. "What you said before, 'she's mine', what did you mean by that?"

"It means exactly that." He leans closer, his ravenous optics lingering through your own closely. "You're mine, everyone will know this, I'll take good care of you."

It should've made you feel degraded to be owned, but it doesn't. You see it as protection, a safe haven, but best of all you'll be with Deadlock. The autobots lost, there's no point in resisting, not that you wanted to towards Deadlock. In fact, you crave for this touches already. Calmly, you lean into his servo still lingering against your cheek plating and offer a delicate smile. He returns the same with an upturn smirk before closing the distance between you both and kisses you. Kissing him back you tilt your helm, deepening the kiss you both share with your glossa's coiling together. Oh, you've missed his lips, those pointed dentas, everything about him.

He's the first to break the kiss but he keeps close, letting out a satisfied purr while he nuzzles into your face, making you smile more, the most you've smiled since your capture. He speaks again. "Why don't you use the washranks? Get yourself soaked in fresh oil, and I'll help with you polish after."

"Thank you." Getting up you run your servo across his shoulder while keeping your optics on his, a light tease that makes him smirk softly again in return. In the doorway you stop and turn to face him again, noticing he was putting away the medical supplies he had used on you. "Would you like to join me?"

Deadlock meets your gaze again before giving a rather pleased smile between his sharp dentas as his amber optics glowed wildly. "I would like that, darling."

In the washranks you both settle within the fresh oil bath together as you straddle yourself within his lap. Your servos glide across his armour, digits trace across his decepticon badge, and move them back up to caress his cheek plating fondly, admiring every inch of him.

Deadlock watches you, curious and pleased to see you exploring. He knew you were a smart femme and you weren't going to cause trouble. He missed your cute face, that innocent smile, he could never forget about you after your time together at that outpost. Letting out another purr he leans his cheek plating into your servo, kissing the inside of your wrist before leaning across to claim your lips again. He tugs you closer against him by your waist while the bubbling heat grows between you both, a crave you'll both be unable to shake of. You already knew he had become your obsession, an addiction you'll never want out of your life, your knight in shining armour to love and protect you.

"Fragging pit, you're so beautiful darling, cute little femme." Deadlock murmurs through his growing hunger against your lips. "I bet you've missed me, not just me, but my knot as well. I ruined you for anyone else to satisfy you, didn't I?"

"You did." You answer honestly. It's true, and sure, you've shared the berth with a few other partners after Deadlock, but none of them ever got close just how good he made you feel.

"Good." Is his amused answer before you let out a startled gasp when you feel his servo glide across between your legs and against your panel, only for you to retract it immediately for him.

His satisfaction is visible before he pushes a digit inside, and instantly you're rocking yourself against him, moaning loudly while clenching your already soaking valve around his curling digit.

"So wet and eager." Deadlock couldn't hold back anymore. "Turn around, I want that aft nice and high for me."

Obeying his command you turn yourself and lean over the edge of the in floor basin, lifting your hips with your exposed valve in view and dripping with oil while you wiggle, teasing him as you send a lustful glance back over your shoulder.

Deadlock lets out a deep sound from his chassis, a profound growl that runs through his entire frame at the sight of you. Retracting his panel, his already throbbing spike slides out, along with his thickened knot as the whole length pulses. He lays himself across your back and takes hold of the front of your throat, tugging you back and kissing you firmly that you eagerly return, rocking your hips back against his heated spike that glides against your valve lips, ridges stimulating against your node.

He humps you, getting off the intense stimulation, before directing himself against your valve and thrusts forward firmly. A choked gasp erupts from you, feeling his pulsing thickness stretch you wildly, forgetting just how big he was. His swollen knot presses against your valve and he keeps still, savouring your clenching valve as he moans loudly against your audio.

"Oh darling, I've missed your tight valve." He growls in desire as he rolls his waist, earning a cute mewl from you. "I'm going to frag you always, claim you day and night, always ready for you. Would you like that?"

"Yes!" You let out an intense loud whimper. "Please, make me yours!"

Deadlock is overwhelmingly pleased, giggling through a grin between sharp dentas before he starts moving, grinding against your aft with his servos wrapped around your middle to hold you tightly and sets a shallow and firm pace, thrusting his spike into your depths. There's no holding back from either of you as he breeds you to his desire, rutting wilding, earning constant lascivious mewls from your vocals, his helm resting against your shoulder as his heated grunts press into your audio.

You feel his thickening spike plunging deeply through your channel over again, heated possessive grunts hitting your audio while you fall apart under him, letting him breed you as he wanted. His knot hits the outside of your valve repeatedly, grinding against your node perfectly, sending shock waves through your entire frame.

The wet sounds you hear causes you to quiver more, enjoying just how silky your valve is for him, willingly welcoming every possessive thrust he delivers. Your metal armour clangs against him over again as does the oil swish around against his excessive movements. His grip around your middle tightens as he starts to grind himself more firmly, and you know what is about to happen.

All you can do is spread your legs more for him and move back to meet his strong movements, trying to help him knot you, as this is what you both seek and become tied together.

"I'll fill you deeply with so much of my warm fluids, your chambers are flooding, and maybe we'll have a sparkling. Is that something you would like, darling, huh?" His words roll out through heated purrs.

The very thought of having his sparkling sounded perfect. "Yes, yes, please, I want that!" You'll give him as many as he wants.

"Wonderful."

That's your only warning you get as he grinds himself firmly against you harshly, followed by sharp thrusts that rock you forward and makes you squeal out while he tries to push his thick knot in. It takes a little more effort, but eventually he manages to push through your valve, tying you both together. You cry out in bliss feeling his swollen knot imbed you, spike pulsing widely and tip pressing into your chambers while he keeps thrusting, your mewls loud and eager.

Lost in the moment you lose yourself and overload hard, clenching tightly on him as you cry out in bliss. He snarls through his violent thrusts, and he uses his dentas to bite into your shoulder to lock you in place before shooting thick ropes of his warm trans fluids into your chambers and soaking through your channel. His bite only adds to the arousal, as does the growing bump over your valve where his spike and knot lock you both in place together. His movements slow, turning into slow jerks that cause you to whimper as your cooling fans kick in and rest against the edge of the basin, knowing fully well you'll both be there for a while.

You find yourself drifting in and out of stasis, with the lack of recharge you've had your systems struggled to keep you alert. At some point you end up in his berth again, cleaned and polished, resting within his safe arms as his servos ghostly graze against your back in a soothing manner. Easily, you've fallen for him, love perhaps, and you want to be with him always.

Deadlock feels pretty damn lucky to have found you again, his special cute little autobot, and he had no plans ever letting you go. One day he'll convince you to switch the symbol on your chassis, joining you to the winning team and giving you the life you deserved.

"No one else can ever have you, you're mine. Only I can provide you with a good life, and that's right at my side. Do you understand?" His words whisper into your audio, making you respond through a low hum.

"I understand."

"That's a good femme."

#transformers #valveplug #drift #deadlock #reader insert #idw #mtmte #drift x reader #deadlock x reader #autobots #decepticons #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag

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lemony-snickers · 1 year

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hi lemony it's been a while 🥰

for the kiss prompt, can i have #15 for kakashi x angry/jealous fem!reader

It had been a long time since you'd felt so annoyed with Kakashi. Sure, he could be brusque at times, especially after a difficult mission, and that could get under your skin. But you knew it was a defense mechanism, a personality trait cultivated from years of harsh reality as a shinobi of the Leaf.

So your annoyance rarely flared so hot, so vivid as it did now, even when he was sullen and petulant as a child.

Because now, you knew Kakashi Hatake was playing dumb deliberately just to get under your skin, and it was really starting to piss you off.

Perhaps Kakashi was just oblivious, but he must have realized the vendor from your brief sojourn to the Festival had been flirting with him, right?

You closed your eyes against the memory of her delicate fingers dancing along the sleeve of his yukata--the yukata you had purchased for him and practically begged him to wear before he agreed not to attend in his jonin uniform.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," Kakashi said when you pointed it out to him after. But the mischievous glint in his visible eye told you he had known exactly what you were talking about. It also told you you'd made a mistake in drawing attention to it, because it likely had sparked the events of the rest of the evening.

When you made it to the next booth and the same thing happened. And then at the next, too. Eventually, you paid closer attention to Kakashi than the person manning the stall.

He was flirting with them. All of them. Right in front of you.

If it were anyone else, you'd be enraged, but with Kakashi you knew there was no malice in his actions. It was just a game, one you'd set in motion by showing him the first small glimmer of jealousy when you asked about it the first time.

It had never bothered you before. You'd watched Kakashi flirt with targets on missions, and with servers to get a discount on his bill. It was all innocent, you trusted him. Knew you were the one he was going to come home to, no matter what. Sometimes you even found it sort of amusing, how flustered he could make others. You weren't like that. He couldn't fluster you.

Except for tonight, apparently. Because tonight, for whatever reason, your patience was not long enough. You stewed in your irritation, watching Kakashi flirt with an endless stream of admirers until you finally announced that you were leaving early and would meet him at home.

Of course, Kakashi followed close on your heels, needling you all the while, finding your response apparently endlessly entertaining.

What's wrong, I thought you were enjoying the Festival?

Is something bothering you?

Oh there's that nice woman from earlier, I think I'll just go stop and say goodbye...

"Shut up!" you cried, heart hammering as the two of you finally stepped into your apartment and the door clicked closed. You'd ignored his teasing the whole way home, but now you were officially done. "I don't know what your game is, but I don't find it very amusing."

"Are you insinuating that I am being purposely annoying?" Kakashi asked as he pulled his mask down, revealing the teasing smile you knew already lurked beneath.

You stared at Kakashi, nostrils flaring as you dared him to say another word.

"Is there something you'd like to say?" he asked, enjoying himself far too much.

"No."

He smirked and your rage welled up inside you, making you fearless. Strong.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something you were absolutely certain would be not only asinine, but infuriatingly at your expense, you reached forward, grasped the front of his yukata and yanked him toward you, smashing your mouth against his so you could swallow whatever he'd been trying to say.

The kiss was vicious; teeth, mostly, with only enough tongue to tip the scales toward kiss from bite.

You felt the vibrato of Kakashi's laugh beneath your clenched fist and growled, shoving him back with another forceful jut of your chin. You clamped down on his lower lip, relishing the dark growl it drew from him when you just barely broke the supple skin.

You let your lips curl in a wicked grin as you released his lips and pulled away, your hand still gripping his outfit, twisting it so the pull would remain in the fabric once you let him go.

A reminder of the only person who was allowed so close to him.

Kakashi stared at you with a feral look in his eyes, the corners of his mouth turning slightly upward. He swiped his thumb over his lip, collecting the few drops of blood there and then licked them away. You released his shirt, but rather than taking a step back, Kakashi stepped forward, leering down at you as you regained your breath.

"Now look what you've done," he said a little too quietly, "I've lost my train of thought."

You smirked up at him. "You should have shut up like I asked," you said, unprepared for one of Kakashi's arms to hook around the small of your back and drag you into him with so much force you needed his body to steady you unless you wanted to go sprawling on the floor.

His breath was hot against your ear when he leaned down and kissed the hinge of your jaw and then whispered, "You're going to have to do much better than that if you want to keep me quiet."

Now that was a challenge you were more than happy to take on.

#kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #fem!reader #tw biting #sharingangirl #15 is “kissing to shut them up!”#lemony scribbles #friday flash fic fest #thank you so much for sending this one in i hope you like it! <3

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hischierswhore · 1 year

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you really have a gift when it comes to writing!

exestolovers! with mason, set after england comes back home after getting eliminated. mason is on the reader’s doorstep in the rain waiting for her to come back home.

she comes home but she’s with another guy (her co worker or something) and mason is all like i’m sorry i’ll leave you two. she stops him is like hey no come in and thanks her her co worker for walking her home. then in her house his word vomiting his disappointment and sadness to her because she’s truly the only person he can be vulnerable with. then mason asks if they can give them another try ❤️❤️❤️🥹🥹🥰🥰

another shot

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

TW: none

A/N: thank you so much anon! i genuinely enjoy writing so much. i’m 90% sure the layout of this fic is messed up, but i am working on fixing the issue

He sat on the couch on your porch, waiting for you to arrive home so he could speak to you. His hair was disheveled, dark bags forming under his eyes as the rain poured down heavily, exhaustion written all over his face.

A few more minutes pass and he finally sees you walking into your yard, but you were wrapped up in conversation with your coworker who'd offered to walk you home since it was raining. You were laughing and smiling, two of the many things Mason loved about you, but you were doing those things because of someone else. Someone who wasn't Mason.

Mason stood up, the sight of you and another man immediately making him rethink his decision to come here.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave you two-" Mason shows a small smile before grabbing his umbrella and walking towards his car. A hand on his arm stopped him.

"No no, you're fine. Come in" You smiled before thanking your coworker and unlocking your front door.

From the moment Mason stepped inside, he felt like he was back at home. The smell of your favorite candle (that you always repurchased because you couldn't get enough of it) filled the air upon entry, causing a smile to form on his face.

“Would you like some tea?” You offered kindly as you walked around the kitchen. Mason shook his head before sitting on one of the bar stools you had set up at the island.

“So, you & him…” Mason started before you interjected.

“Just friends, Mase. He was walking me home because my car has been at the shop all week and he wanted to make sure I got home safely. That’s all. No need to go into ‘jealous ex boyfriend’ mode” You jokes as you put your kettle on the stove, leaving Mason silent as he kept his gaze focused on the countertop in-front of him.

“Sorry about the elimination, by the way” Mason lifted his head to look at you, clearly in shock that you watched the game.

“You watched it?” He asked as you nodded.

“Never stopped. You know I was a fan of the sport before you & I even got together” You smiled at your ex. Even after months of grief, you could never bring yourself to hate the man in-front of you, despite how badly he’d broken your heart a few months ago.

“Why are you here, Mason?” You inquired as Mason sighed.

“I miss you” He blurted out. Before you could respond, he spoke again.

“I was such a dick to you, Y/n. I thought that I needed to be alone and focus on football for a bit, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. You don’t know how much I’ve cried over my stupid decision to leave you, and I know you must’ve cried much more than I did, and I’m truly sorry for what I put you through”

“Wow uhm- that was certainly unexpected” You let out a laugh, but immediately frowned upon seeing Mason’s look. He was being serious.

“I accept your apology, Mase. I hope you know I couldn’t never find it within myself to hate you for what you did to me”

“Why’d you let me in?” He asked.

“Like I said, I can’t hate you, so there’s no bad blood on my end, so us talking wasn’t an issue for me. Plus it was pouring outside and you looked cold” Mason laughed as you said the last sentence.

"If you want, maybe we could this another shot?" He said as he gestured between the two of you, to which you nodded.

"I'd really like that, Mase" You smiled as Mason got up from his seat and made his way towards you, bringing you into his warm embrace.

You really missed this. This is what you'd been waiting for the second you broke up, and you finally had him back.

#✎ natalie writes #mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount angst #mason mount x you #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic

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that-blue-vault-dweller · 9 months

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Alright, this might be a bit of a lengthy one, but: When Nora leaves Vault 111 to find Shaun, Nate isn't in the cryo pod across from her. Later, she finds a 90+ year old version of him, somehow still alive, having given up searching for their kid (more out of old age then losing hope). How do the companions (and Nora) react to that?

I don't think I've ever had a request that asked to include how Nora would react to something, but honestly I am so super excited that I finally got one 💖💖💖 I've always wondered what it would be like to write Nora's POV on some of these reacts, so I guess I'll tear out and go 🥰 I'll probably stick with the version of Nora that I usually play as, so hopefully everyone enjoys!

Nora - Is absolutely shocked to find her husband alive and well. While she knew that he had somehow managed to get out and live, she had not expected to find him after all these years. She had not known what had happened to him, and she had been afraid to even consider the possibility that he was alive. She is overjoyed to find her Nate, and (presuming this is after getting into the Institute) she assures him that she has found their son. Despite being quite a different man than the one she fell in love with, him having gone through some grave hardship when he was wandering the wastelands and trying to find Shaun, he is still very happy to hear the news.

Cait - Is honestly angry that he gave up looking for Shaun because Nora has spent only a comparatively short fraction of her life looking and turning over every rock to find Shaun and succeeded. She ends up chalking it up to the fact that Nora must be immensely more intelligent than him if only to keep from completely boiling over while Nora is talking with him. She truthfully thinks that he was not as dedicated to finding the kid as Nora was and that she deserves better.

Curie - Is very pleased that Madame has found her husband and the remainder of her family and does not blame Nate for stopping his search to find Shaun. However, most primarily, she is interested in potentially running some tests to see how radiation and the elements have affected Nate since he started out as clean as Nora did in the vault. She wants to know how it affects him and how she could possibly formulate some manner of solution to keep it from affecting Nora quite so profoundly over time.

Piper - Is as shocked as Nora, but she is happy for her Blue. She kind of wonders how he did not find some clue about their son's whereabouts during his search, but she figures that Nora is just one special, one-of-a-kind sort of person when it comes to literally everything. Nora has unrivaled talent, and she is the most amazing person that Piper's known, so it's no surprise that she managed to find Shaun when Nate could not.

MacCready - Is very happy for the two, and truthfully relates to Nate a lot. He knows what it's like to be the father of a son, and he cannot imagine what it would be like to lose Duncan and have to go searching all over the Commonwealth just to come up with nothing. He understands why Nate stopped the search and does not blame him.

Deacon - Is not terribly surprised. After all, nothing much surprises him anymore. He's heard and seen so many things as a result of his spying on everyone in the Commonwealth. Plus, he had actually heard about someone that sort of sounded like Nate, and he had been the one to tell Nora about it, leading them to look for him and eventually find him. He's just glad that Nora has her family back in some way or another. Even if her husband and her son are both old codgers and she looks like their granddaughter and daughter respectively.

Codsworth - Is positively overjoyed to find sir! He is alive and that means that their family can be reunited! They just have to convince young Shaun-- erm... Shaun-- to come out of that dreadful underground hole and join them on the surface. He does not focus on anything else but the possibility of bringing the family home safe in Sanctuary and living out the remainder of their days there.

Hancock - Is pleased for Nora, but is honestly very much the opposite of pleased at the fact that Nate had given up the search for Shaun. Hancock is a man that will never stop even if it kills him, and to think of Sunshine being hooked up with some quitter after seeing how much of a fighter that she is, he cannot help but find himself slightly disappointed. He tries to push that feeling aside, though, knowing that Nate means quite a bit to Nora.

Danse - Is somewhat unhappy with the fact that Nate had given up searching for Shaun. Danse is a firm believer in not quitting, but on the other hand, he also can see why one would stop when the search was fruitless. It is a waste of resources. However, when one is a single person in the wasteland looking for one's son, he does not exactly understand why someone would stop. Danse himself did not stop looking when he lost someone he cared about to the harshness of the world around them.

Preston - Is extremely surprised to find that Nora's husband is still alive, and he is not upset with the fact that Nate gave up the search. He's only an old man now, and Preston would have been more upset if he would have given up out of a lack of hope for Shaun. As it is, he just hopes that the man will keep living for a while longer so he can maybe somehow see his son before he passes.

Valentine - Is mostly just sad for Nora in some ways despite his surprise at Nate still being alive. He remembered meeting him many years ago, but after their brief search turned up with absolutely nothing and no leads, Nate had just disappeared, presumably to further the search. He just hates for Nora to have to see the man that she is in love with in this terrible state. Especially since her son does not look much better. He cannot help but think of how terribly painful it must be for her to see in such clarity that she is going to almost certainly outlive her family.

X6-88 - Is mildly surprised since he believed that Nora was the only surviving relative of Father. Father had assumed that his dad had passed away due to the hardships of the wasteland. X6-88 is not overly impressed with Father's dad, especially since he apparently lacks the tenacity that Nora possesses. Ultimately, he does not say much but remains polite, deciding to report to Father about this later.

Dogmeat - Does not know him, but he understands that his human seems extremely fond of him. He can smell the love and the emotions pouring off of her. Therefore, Dogmeat decides that Nate must be another one of those people that he needs to protect because they mean something to his human. And protect, he shall. Plus, the man gives really good ear scratches, so he has definitely earned points with Dogmeat.

Strong - Does not care in the least about this entire thing. If Nate doesn't have or lead them to the milk of human kindness, he truthfully has no interest. He just wishes that his tiny human would hurry up and leave so they can keep searching. Plus, he's hungry. Maybe he could just eat Nate...

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nevereverthem · 12 days

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Imagine after sending Ms. Cuddles away that Bonnie developed insomnia which eventually led to Kai becoming Mr. Cuddles 🥰

TVD :

Given the moment this happens, I couldn't get myself to make her lose sleep and end up in Kai's arms as if they didn't mutually stabbed each other not so long ago. Since I kind of try to stick to how the character was written.... before the merge, he doesn't show much empathetic pretty feelings.

So here's my version, with a little twist.

PS : I intended it to be quite short but got carried away. I ended up talking about numerous things before getting to the point, but I hope you'll still enjoy the story.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

May 10th 1994, prison world.

An eclipse. Kai Parker. Bonnie Bennett.

She was chanting a spell that would bring them back to their world.... It stopped abruptly. She's lost her magic. In fact, she's just put her magic in her beloved Miss Cuddles, sending the teddy bear to the 2010's.

Kai's cry resonated through the cave. He walk-rushed right to Bonnie.

_ Where's the stupid bear ?

_ Oh, it's gone. I guess we're stuck here. Forever.

She holds his gaze, whispering.

_ Sorry.

He inhales loudly, an incredulous laugh escaping his mouth.

_ Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie.... You'll regret this.

His psycho smile's been replaced by a menacing expression.

_ I don't think so.

She seems confident, despite being aware of the fact she's locked herself up with a killer. She couldn't let him out of this prison, in the present, murdering more members of his family.

_ You lost your powers. You've doomed us to be stuck here for damn eternity ! You think you had it bad during four months ? Try eighteen years. Alone. 'Cause, I suppose you don't fancy a truce with the enemy around a nice diner.

_ I'd rather die starved and dehydrated under the burning sun than spend one more day with you around.

He huffs in response.

_ Right.... You'll want me back. Somehow. When you've gone insane from the loneliness. No sounds at all, except from yours. Tired of your own voice, you'd rather punch your face than to hear one more syllable come out of your mouth. When you're on the verge of suicide, with no escape from your own mind.... When all of your being craves the only thing left, human company....

He slides a hand in his pocket, pulling out his pager.

_ Beep me ! 555hikai. I'll come and watch the show.

The last thing Bonnie sees is Kai's sadistic grin growing on his face. Then she turns her back, determined to get as far away from him as possible.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The witch spends several more months in this prison world, going through the routine she had with Damon, now on her own. It seems like Kai didn't bother following her to haunt her days. She's stopped being useful to him after all.

At first she's holding on, hoping Damon got the teddy bear. Her friends will find a way, they'll come and get her out of here. She's counting on them, as they counted on her so many times. She concentrates her thoughts on happy memories with her friends. She counts the days to keep tract of the real time. When supposed-Christmas season comes, she even decorates a tree with garlands and christmas bulbs. Shortly after, she's hit by a wave of angry desperation and burns the tree. Who does she fake happiness for ?

A few more months later, it all becomes unbearable. It's her birthday. She's still in that hellhole. Alone. She's read every book she could find, searched every mystical object. Nothing. No way out. She's been stuck in this place for nearly a year now and she's had enough.

In a last celebration, she finally decides to open the bottle of bourbon Damon and her had made a pact on. After drinking three quarter of the bottle, she walks to the garage, closing the outside door. She starts the car so the carbon monoxide begins filling the room. Then, she slumps down the floor, back against the vehicle.

A camera in hands, she presses the recording button and starts talking.

_ I'm Bonnie Bennett, locked in a time loop in 1994. Elena, Damon, whoever.... Hi. If you find that video, it means you've managed your way in. It means you didnt give up on me....

Tears start gathering in her eyes.

_ I miss you. I miss you so much.... I miss saying hi to strangers, ordering diner in a restaurant, laughing with my friends. Every day with no one to talk to. Going weeks without speaking. The loneliness....

She bumps her head onto the car behind, crying....

_ I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.... I can't.... I promise I tried....

Her sobbing turns into a cough.

_ You know, Kai told me I wouldn't last long. I almost miss him.

She chuckles at her own statement, tears running down her cheeks.

_ You hear that Damon ? I miss that sociopathic murderer. Not that I'd ever forgive his manipulation, the arrow shoot, the chasing, the manhandling.... but I'd settle for a talk. He's the only human left here, wherever he might be. It'd be a hell of a last talk but...

She pauses a second, pondering.

_ I can't let him win. I'm stronger. I know I am.

She immediately stops the video, forcing her body to rise. She stumbles. The gaz has filled her lungs, making her weak. She can't stop coughing, vision blurred. She falls to the floor, desperate to crawl outside....

Suddenly, she hears a door slam open, someone walking in her direction.... Kai !

She makes an effort to look up at him.

He's standing right beside the switch of the garage's door, holding an oxygen mask before his face. He seems.... pained ?

_ You didn't beep me.

Right before she falls into unconsciousness, the door opens, filling the room with fresh air. The last thing she sees is an arm lifting her up the floor and an oxygen mask crashing on her face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's strange in here. All's kinda blurry, green-ish. She doesn't recognise the place she's in.

Two children appear in front of her, coming in her direction. Before she can realise, they both pass through her body before running away.

She's a ghost. Great ! She exhales in exasperation.

She hears knocking behind her. Turning around, she sees a woman opening a door.

_ Malachai ?

Mala.... Kai ?

Bonnie urges to the room. Nobody can see her anyway. She's faced with an unexpected picture.

A little boy's sitting on his bed, brow furrowed, a sad expression on his face.

_ You hate me !

_ No, no my love, I don't hate you.

That's his mother.

_ I already told you. It's safer that way.

_ I just wanna play with my sister.

_ You can't. We don't want you to harm her.

She's stern but soft at the same time. The boy's pleading.

_ I won't ! Please !

_ Malachai, no.

He starts sobbing, tears threatening to run down his face.

He extends his arms, reaching for a hug. The woman cries in pain. It's only a second, but it's enough to hurt her. The moment he hears her pain, young Kai removes his hands, horrified.

_ Mom ?

_ It's okay.

It's faint, but she smiles at him.

Loud stomps are heard in the stairs, the face of a man appearing in the door frame. His father.

The man doesn't say anything. He comes inside the room, wraps his arms around his wife, and carries her outside.

Just before he leaves, he glares at his son, a warning look on his face. Then, he closes the door, the lock clicks. The boy's alone.

He freezes a moment, holding back his tears.

Bonnie stays there, observing him. She can't recognise the emotionless murderer she knows in that little boy standing here, petrified from his own action.

Her train of thoughts is interrupted by shouting coming from downstairs. Little Kai slowly walks to the door, putting his head on the wood, an attempt at eavesdropping. The witch imitates him.

_ See what he did to you ?

_ He didn't mean to.

_ Of course ! Like he didn't mean to siphon his sister last week !

_ He just wanted to play....

_ We almost lost her ! That power, that thing, it kills people ! It's an abomination !

_ I know !.... But he's still our son.

The boy can't hold back anymore, he breaks down, falling to his knees by the door. A flow of tears escapes his eyes, running down to his neck, staining his shirt.

_ Kai....

Bonnie raises a hand, reaching for his cheek. Her hand disappears the moment she touches his skin, sinking through his body. She can't touch anything. Despite facing the man he became, manipulative and vengeful, she can't help but want to wipe away the tears of his younger self....

All of a sudden, the image of the boy fades. It's replaced by short fragments of discussions, people....

She sees it all pass before her eyes. The family reject, locked in his room countless times. The accidental siphonings. The pain. The addiction. The help he never get, learning by himself. Hurt turning into rage. Emotions buried away. Finally d-day. Merge refused. The snap. The killings. The banishment. Flashes of his months trying to find a way out of the prison world. His desperation. The moments he broke everything around him, punching his reflection in the mirror.... Then, all his attempted suicides. As she had just tried. The thing is, he succeeded. He actually did die. Each time. Coming back to life. Each time. Trying to kill himself for years. She saw all those times, all the suicides. Stabbing himself with a knife, throwing himself off a cliff, painkillers overdose, numerous unknown needle injections, shooting an arrow at himself, cutting his arms open with a kitchen knife, car crash, real guillotine in a museum.... She felt them all. She felt them in her body. Excruciating pain, vengeance desire, hurt, rage, fellings, despair.... Then nothing. Void. Just that feeling. They're going to suffer as much as I did.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bonnie snaps awake, gasping, jerking in a sitting position. She's panting, trying to catch her own breath.

She looks around. It's the Salvatore house. She's sitting on the couch next to the fireplace. She's actually sitting across someone's lap....

_ Kai !

Eyes wide, she abruptly pushes herself off of him, hands on his chest. Parts of the nightmare she just had make their way through her mind. She freezes, still too stunned to move away. Kai has an arm lazily rested around her waist, a blanket covering them both.

The man hears someone calling his name through his sleep. His eyelids open, watery from a troubled nap. He notices the eyes piercing through his own.

_ Hi ! Awake ?

The witch seems disoriented, wearing a traumatized look on her face. Kai's voice sounds too casual for the position they're in.

_ Oh, yeah, hum.... When I carried you out of the garage and took you here, you started to get all sweaty and cold. The fire and the blanket didn't help. So I figured.... the whole 'body heat' thing.... Well.

Bonnie doesn't respond. She doesn't move either. Kai waves a hand before her face. She doesn't even flinch. Given her lack of responsiveness, the man extends a leg in an attempt at walking away.

She stops him. A hand on his shoulder.

_ That was yours, right ?

The man gives her a confused look.

_ What ?

_ The nightmare... It was yours.

Now, that's his mouth whose's shut.

_ Kai ? Is this all true ? Or did you manage to feed me false visions ?

His expression's petrified, angry-sad-ish ?

_ How ? You don't have your magic back. I would have felt it. How did you-

_ I take that as a yes.

She doesn't know how it happened, how it's even possible. She must have felt him in her sleep and got into his head. She's not supposed to have her magic back. She's doesn't. But she somehow was able to get through him. All of him.

It surely doesn't feel like he's down to have that conversation. And she clearly needs time to process all she's just witnessed in her sleep. But there's one thing bugging her now. It just popped in her head. She was able to get inside his mind because she's here, alive, thanks to him....

_ How did you know I was in the garage ?

The question is enough to get the man out of his thoughts. He's expression's back to 'normal'.

_ I was watching over you.

_ You were... how ? There's nothing here you can get magic from.

A guilty smile grows on his face.

_ Hiding in a house doesn't require a cloaking spell.

The witch's dumbfounded, her mouth opening in an 'o'. She's also kind of impressed by his discreteness, and a tiny bit scared.

_ Stalker much ?

He fake-gasps, being falsy offended.

_ That stalker just saved your life !

_ Why ? You couldn't just 'enjoy the show' ?

Her quoting him after all these months sort of gives him an ego boost.

_ First, you didn't beep me, meaning you didn't know I was there, so that's no fun. Secondly, dying on your birthday ? Even I know it's pathetic. And exhaust poisoning.... Seriously ?

_ You tried it too. I saw it.

How does she.... Right, 'the nightmare'.

_ For the record, it wasn't on my first attempt.

They suddenly both fall silent. His smile fades, her expression darkens. Even though they're discussing the situation, the touchy subject of suicide affects them both too much to keep arguing.

Also, Kai doesn't know how much she saw and he's certainly not letting himself be vulnerable by slipping out information she doesn't already have.

Despite being physically close at this moment and having an oddly casual conversation with him, Bonnie is far from feeling safe. She wraps her arms around herself.

_ Are you here to kill me ?

Kai chuckles, brows furrowed, mocking her.

_ After I stopped you from doing it yourself ? That would be so evil !.... I like the way you think.

His amused grin reappear on his face. The familiarity of his expression nears reassurance. He adds.

_ I'm not here to kill you. I weirdly got used to 'not harming you'.

She huffs in response, eyeing him incredulously.

_ That's progress.

He can look as sincere as he wants, the witch isn't fooled by his words.

_ You wanted to stay close in case I ever happen to find a way out, am I right ?

_ Guilty ! But I got myself useful. I stopped you from.... You know.

Here we go again... She shakes her head, pushing the thought away.

_ Why ? We have no way out. I'm not getting my magic back.

He shrugs, terrifyingly soft in his words.

_ I still want the company.

_ The company ?

Now she's mad.

_ You shot me with and arrow !

_ You killed me with a pickaxe.

_ You murdered your siblings !

_ You....

He stops. He doesn't feel any remorse, he believes they deserved it. But he can't deny what he's done, nor can he form any excuse she would accept.

_ You know you wouldn't have popped out again like me, right ?

Change of subject ? She wants to argue and force him to explain himself, somehow. That's when she remembers the dream, the memories.... She gives in, answering the question.

_ That was the whole point....

_ Don't do that again. Please.

_ You're concerned about me now ?

He exhales, a stupid look back on his face.

_ Look, I was kinda hoping you would get up and walk out by yourself. You were about to, but then you tripped and that was it.... I couldn't let you die. I mean, if I can't get out of here, I'd rather not lose my main entertainment.

She rolls her eyes at the ceiling. That sounds more like him.

After so much unusual conversation, the witch's mouth feels dry, eyes tired, a crushing headache making its appearance. She closes her eyes, hand on her forehead. Kai notices her discomfort.

_ Hangover ?

_ Ya think ?

He nods in understanding.

_ You drank more than half the bottle of bourbon. By the way, what's their thing with bourbon ? That's, ugh !

He wears a disgusted expression, making a giggle escape from the witch's lips.

_ At least, that knocked me out. I haven't had a good night's sleep for ages.

_ I know.

His statement came out a bit too fast. He's nowhere near shy of a person but the lack of restraint in his talk leaves him with an apologetic look.

_ Did you watch me sleep ?

The accusing tone in her voice is flagrant.

_ Oh, no. Please !.... Okay once ! I was intrigued.

He is unbelievable. She's not surprised, but she'd hopped to have a little intimacy. She doesn't want to think about what else he might have seen. She's not going to ask. Ever.

She blinks a couple of times, trying to block any invasive thought about a certain man spying on a naked Bennett witch....

_ Miss Cuddles.

_ What ?

_ I've had trouble sleeping since I don't have her with me....

_ Whose fault is that ?

He's the one accusing this time.

_ I had my reasons.

Silence. He doesn't bother. The witch's mouth opens wide, letting out a loud yawn.

_ Tired ?

She only nods, slowly shifting towards the man, putting her head back on his chest.

Kai flinches at her movements.

_ What are you doing ?

_ Getting back to sleep.

_ On me ?

_ Yep.

Direct answer, as if there was no problem with that. The man frowns in confusion.

_ I may be a sociopathic murderer, Bon....

She notices him quoting what she's said recording her video a few hours ago.

_ ....but I'm clever enough to know I'm the last person you'd like to willingly cuddle with.

She steps back, looking straight in his eyes.

_ You're right. You're a bad person craving for touch, and I'm desperate. Win-win.

Her blunt logic hits something inside of him.

_ You think that low of me ?

_ Didn't show me much better.

_ Fair enough.

In a silent agreement, she places her head back on his chest, Kai's arms wrapped around her waist in a shy embrace.

_ And from what I've seen, I'm not the only one who could use a hug.

He wants to argue, but then remembers.... She knows. She saw him. Little Kai. 'Right where it hurts', he thinks.

_ Does that mean I've become your new teddy bear ? Am I the brand new Mister Cuddles ?

His voice sounds so excited it's endearing. Bonnie looks up at him. He winks, offering her a stupid grin, which hides much more. She has proof now.

_ Shut up.

She lowers her head, eyes closed.

_ If you promise not to invade my head again.

_ I'll try.

It may be a mistake, a bold move, a dumb experience, call this what you want, but she needs it. Wether it'd be a friend, a complete stranger, or an enemy.... She needs it. Human touch. She's got no magic to be sucked. It's 'safe'. For now....

A few minutes later, she's already fallen asleep.

Kai's watching her, sleeping in his arms, chest heaving at each intake of breath. He thinks about planting a kiss on top of her head, but it's not worth the risk. He doesn't remember the last time he got to hold someone, or the last time someone volunteered to hold him. He's thrown his feelings away a long time ago, but he would be lying if he'd say this didn't make his heart beat faster....

The End.

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Words : 3k ~ how on earth ? When I said I got carried away. 🙄

That took fricking long to write !!

I don't even know if it actually respects the request. >< Sorry ?

Next time, say it if you want me to change Kai's personality a bit. If you want him to have more feelings than in the actual TV show, especially before the merge.

Don't hesitate to tell me your impressions.

✨❤️💀❤️✨

#tvd resquest #tvd imagines #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries #tvdu #bonkai #bonnie bennett #kai parker #miss cuddles #writing #prison world

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Hi! For the would you rather game: 2. Quit pining or shameless flirting?

2. Quiet pining or shameless flirting?

Thank you for the would you rather, cee 😆 here's a fic. Enjoy! 🥰

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Shameless Flirting

Bucky couldn't stop staring. Staring into his eyes. Gorgeous brown eyes gazing up at Bucky as he -

Where.

Where was Bucky again?

Why was he on the hood of a car?

Were people screaming?

Bucky couldn't focus on any of that. He needed to say something, anything, to the hunk of heartbreak in front of him.

"Are you my appendix? I don’t know what you do or how you work, but I feel like I should take you out," Bucky somehow allowed himself to say, and were his words muffled?

Was Bucky wearing a muzzle? Talk about first impressions. The handsomest dreamboat ever seemed to take the flirtation well, somehow. Blinked a few times.

"Excuse me?" asked the swoony fella, a little stunned.

"If you were a vegetable, you would be a cutecumber," said Bucky.

Bucky.

Somehow said that. The words came from his mouth. But then again, the corny line seemed to be doing something as the cute cookie fidgeted.

"Thanks, I guess," said the heaven-sent fella, and was that a gap-toothed smile?

Could this man get any more beautiful?

"Oh my god Sam, he is holding your steering wheel," said - was that Stevie?

Bucky grimaced.

Of course Stevie was ruining the vibe he had going with this glad lad, this - Sam?

Wait, was Bucky holding a steering wheel? Huh. So he was.

"He was trying to crash the car," Stevie continued before he added quieter, "And I was the first one to take you out on a date."

"Stevie, you just have to face it that sometimes, people go on dates with people you've dated," said Bucky coolly as he... put the steering wheel back where it belonged and turned back to Sam, "Do you believe in love at first sight—or should I walk by again?"

Bucky reached out a - fingerless gloved hand? What was Bucky even wearing? Sam took the hand, though. Bucky tried to kiss Sam's hand before he remembered the muzzle.

"Walk by? You mean crashed into the windshield?" asked Stevie, exasperated.

Bucky waved Stevie's annoyance off. Stevie snoozed, he lost. No need to feel butthurt over this.

Bucky might have broken a little more of the window, though, as he felt a car crash into the back of the car he was currently riding the hood of.

"If you're going to keep flirting, just join us in the car already!" yelled the redhead in the back as she swiftly reorganized the car so that she was driving and Sam and Bucky were in the back, "We need to get off this freeway!"

Something was definitely going on. Bucky wasn't sure what, but he was glad he was in the back of the car with Sam.

Sam.

Smiling at Bucky as he figured out how to get the muzzle off him.

"I'm Sam Wilson," said Sam as he set the muzzle down.

"Bucky Barnes," said Bucky as he finally kissed Sam's hand like a smooth gentleman.

That was.

Before mood ruiner Stevie turned and yelled, "Holy fuck, Bucky, you're alive?!"

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send me one of these would you rather and I'll make a lil SamBucky micro fic

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #catws #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #crack treated seriously #canon divergence #meet cute #meet ugly #shameless flirting #ceeeee ✨

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Suddenly going into labor and pushing out a baby at the cinema, trying to remain as quietly as possible while your companion obliviously watches the movie,

trying to get over a family reunion hiding your labor, and when you least expect it, trying to hide the baby crowning in your pants? :)

Hmmm god these are both sooo good, but I think I'll have to go with the second one as family reunion isn't gonna win the poll probably and I really wanna do that.

I was hoping that when for my mom's birthday I'd have already pushed out my baby, but unfortunately that wasn't the case, so here I am ringing the doorbell to my parents' house 2 weeks overdue.

My dad opens the door "Diana! It took you a while, everyone's already here" he says with a joking tone as I can hear my relatives talking in the living room "hehe yeah sorry but being so overly pregnant does make getting ready slower" I say rubbing my belly as it hardens and I contain a grunt.

"well you're here now, come on get in, we're almost about to have lunch" my dad says as he closes the door behind me; I reach the living room where I greet all my cousins and aunts and all other relatives, there's a lot more people than I thought.

As my mom sees me I go to hug her but a cramp in my big overdue belly stops me "hnng" "oh god sweetie is everything alright" my mom asks worriedly "hehe yeah you know how it is, Braxton Hicks and stuff" I say.

As I'm chatting with her I feel more and more twinges and a growing pressure inside of me "hmm I gotta use the bathroom" I say "alright but be quick we're having lunch in a few minutes" mom answers as I hurry towards the bathroom.

As I get in I lower my panties and raise my dress to check my dilation, but as soon as my fingers touch my lips I feel a soft pop inside of me followed by a gush of fluids "hnng fuck fuck" I exclaim "m-maybe I still have time" I say to myself but as my fingers enter my vagina before I can reach the cervix I can feel the head.

My dad knocks on the door "Diana lunch's ready" "mmnng I'm coming" I exclaim as I quickly lower my dress and toss my soaked panties in the trash, I flush the toilet and exit the bathroom.

As I sit down at the lunch table next to my cousins I feel the need to push and decide to give in, giving a small push as I do my best not to make noise "hey could you pass the wine?" my aunt asks "uuuh sure" I say as I pass her the bottle "mmnng" I whimper lightly feeling my baby's head pressing against my lips causing them to bulge painfully.

As I try my best to hide my growing discomfort I again feel the urge to push "hmmnng" I grunt lightly as I push "hey is everything alright Diana?" One of my cousins asks "mmnn yeah don't worry" I lie as my hand slowly goes to my pussy to feel the baby slowly opening me up.

As they're about to bring the cake I bite my lip trying not to make any noise as my baby's head keeps spreading my lips "mmnn" everyone is too focused on my mom's speech as she thanks everyone for coming and being with, I decide to let myself push as everyone is distracted "mnnnnngggaaah" unfortunately I'm not prepared for the pain of my baby crowning as my lips feel like they're on fire and a small screech escapes my lips.

Everyone turns towards me as my mom asks "hey sweetie is everything alright?" "Huu Y-yeah d-don't worry nngggaah" I'm interrupted by another contraction causing me to push, my baby's head popping out of me with fluids soaking my dress as the head bulges the skirt.

"oh my god she's giving birth!!!" Exclaims my cousin as my other relatives help me up and hold the baby's head before I give one final push and my daughter slips out of my battered pussy and I breathe a sigh of relief "h-hey mom happy birthday"

Not my best work honestly, but it was fun to write, hope you enjoy it, thanks for the ask 🥰

#giving birth #birth fic #ask #fpreg #public birth

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binary-not-found · 1 year

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And that's how you react when a member of your family was away for four months and has just returned, no matter whether or not you have a party planned for a day later. Thank you Ernie for loving my baby girl so much 🥰

I didn't know which moment of the three of them to add in this recap, but I decided on this, because the shot is perfect and the way she is smiling and the two of them walking behind, is perfect and I love seeing the three of them together again 😍

She is so precious, and I love her confidence in this scene, because she already knew about the party and knew what it was that they were trying to hide 🤭

Lucy was so excited, but worried about looking surprised that she ended up not knowing how to act and everyone realized that she already knew 😂

"Whistler!" "I thought discretion was your thing"

And it is, but taking care of Lucy so she doesn't feel sad is even more her thing 🤷🏻‍♀️

"It's not her fault, she just loves me so much."

And that's exactly what I've been telling you, if taking care of Lucy meant letting her know about the surprise so that she would stop feeling ignored by her family, then Kate was going to tell her

"To Lucy!"

How lovely it is to see them enjoying being all together again 🥺😭 they are my favorite group of people.

You know that moment when a scene is perfect and you think nothing could make it better, but then a 3 second shot makes everything better? This is that shot, because there is so much behind it. It might seem like a simple thing, but I can't help but think about how Kate didn't want a public relationship, how she wanted to keep everything between them and now she's giving her girlfriend smooches in front of the family 🥰

"It means you're home."

In my previous post I commented on the fact that Kate says, she says Lucy is home, and I want to talk about the fact that Ernie says the same thing when he receives Lucy's gift. It shows love, obviously the love Ernie has for Lucy is that of an older brother but I'm talking about the feeling of family. Kate says it because Lucy has become her home, but Ernie does it because Lucy is his baby sister, he loves and protects her and she does the same with him, I don't know how else to explain it other than to say Ernie is the one who loves her the most within the team, by this I don't mean that the others don't love her. It's just that Ernie loves her more 😌.

My family 💖

That's all for this recap, I hope you liked it and I hope you enjoyed this episode as much as I did. I want to give a special shout out to @blkballoon who has helped me sort out my thoughts on the last couple of recaps and I always forget to mention her, thanks for your comments and for helping me sort mine out ✨.

Important announcement! It turns out that I finally got a job and I'm not going to have much time to do my analyses during the days following the episode, so I've decided that they will be posted on the monday after the episode came out, just as I'm posting this one, they are still going to be as extensive as they have been so far, I'll just do them during my free time on the weekend and that's why it will take longer to be able to post them.

Thanks for the patience with the recps, you know that if you have any comments my question box is always open and my private chat is always available, that's all for today, see you later ✌🏼😘

2/2 episode 15

#kacy #ncishawaii #kate whistler #lucy tara #kacy analysis #ernie malik #ncis hawaii

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Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU Reader

FIRST IN THE PLAYLIST FIC COLLECTION 💕

I can dream about you by Dan Hartman found here

All of these are inspired by songs in my playlist that remind me of Hotch heheheh enjoy my loves 🥰

These are all stand-alone and not part of any new series!

Warnings: A brief scene of violence to the main character! But no real serious injury, happy ending still, mentions of infidelity, (Haley was having an affair in this scenario), feelings for a married man (oops we aren't really sorry) smut, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up) oral Fem receiving, fingering, cursing

Word count: 4.9k

Truthfully, you hadn't done anything wrong other than pine over a married man. Not only was he your boss, but he was way out of your league. He was your partner in the field for over a year now, and you knew for a fact that he had your back in every way possible.

Except for when it came to Haley.

"Their divorce was finalized this morning. That's why he's late," JJ informed you after one too many glances at his closed office door. After he found out about Haley's infidelities, he served her papers and no one questioned him. You were there for him as much as you could be, you all were, but he wasn't the type of man to just let you all in. He was lonely in his melancholy, and he preferred it that way.

"I hope he's okay," Spencer said immediately after, spinning around in his chair. It was a paper work day, and it was nearing its final hour of torture. For the most part, you were all waiting around to see if Hotch showed after court or not. You'd finished your paperwork an hour earlier, and now you were all waiting, speculating on the private life of your Supervising agent.

"He'll be fine. He knew Haley was up to something when she went to stay with her sister," JJ assured everyone, and it was true. None of you had missed his tear stained face the day he found out, and he'd been sleeping in his office ever since. No one asked, but slowly over the last few weeks he'd begun to open up and explain what was going on. You all felt horrible for him, but he was a hard man to comfort.

You'd had a small crush on him from your first day at the BAU, but the gold wedding band on his finger had been your bright red stop sign from doing anything beyond secretly admiring him. When the day came that his ring was no longer on his finger, you felt slightly less guilty for staring a fraction too long, or standing a little too close when you got the chance. If he'd ever suspected anything beyond the two of you being partners, he didn't let it show.

JJ and Spencer were the only two team members to know about your crush, and for obvious reasons. They were two of your closest friends, and when it came to romance, JJ was the most perceptive person you knew. Spencer was a bit more obvious when he called you out but you convinced him it was silly and to let it go. He voiced how he felt about it much more strongly after Hotch filed for divorce.

"Why don't you just talk to him? He served her, not the other way around," it was cold and the coffee in your hands did you no favors in warming you. Spencer had roped you into trying a new coffee shop out around the corner from the Academy the day Hotch announced he'd filed for divorce.

"Spencer, it's still too soon. Maybe in a year—"

"A year?!"

You shushed him when people started making off glances in your direction, chuckling at how unsubtle he could be sometimes.

"Maybe I'll just let him come to me. I'd never want to push any of his buttons. He's my partner," you reminded him, and Spencer nodded, sighing deeply.

"You don't think you'll feel differently a year from now?"

You shook your head, knowing just how deep Hotch's claws were sank into you, and he hadn't even had to try. In some forbidden way, you'd been bound to him since the day you'd met him, and you'd protect him and his heart with your life if given the opportunity.

But something had shifted when you came back from the coffee shop and joined the others. Hotch had turned cold towards you, and it happened sooner than you had time to prepare. It had given you whiplash, because normally he was your friend first, and your superior second, despite how he was with everyone else. He had an obvious soft spot for you, but that had all changed dramatically with no time for you to brace yourself for impact.

Instead, you'd been stuck in limbo, waiting on him to come back to normal. It hurt more than anything, because his entire attitude had changed. He'd never meet your eyes, almost as if there was some sort of anger towards you festering behind them, and if he made contact with you, it would bubble to the surface.

He'd starting avoiding you in the field as well, sending you with Reid or sometimes even Morgan, but never with him. You tried not to let the sting bother you, but everyone else saw it too, even if they didn't call Hotch out on his sudden change in behavior.

"Here he comes," Spencer whispered, and the three of you tried your hardest to look lost in conversation with each other so he didn't pick up on the fact that you were all waiting to see how he was doing. He didn't greet any of you, simply climbed the stairs to his office and slammed the door behind him.

"I'm assuming we should probably leave him alone for now," you told the others, volunteering JJ to deliver your reports to him while you and Spencer gathered your things and got ready to leave. When JJ joined you again, there was someone trailing shortly behind her, but they'd came from the opposite direction.

"Where is she?!"

You turned on your heel, Haley Hotchner red in the face and storming straight for you. Her hand made contact with your cheek, causing everyone in the room to gasp in shock. Before she could hit you again, JJ rushed forward and stepped between the two of you. You were more than confused, considering you'd only met her once before at a party that Rossi had hosted.

"That's for stealing my husband, you bitch!"

Spencer could only stand idle and watch the events unfold, too nervous to step in. You couldn't blame him, because you certainly hadn't signed up to be the target of Haley's fury.

"Haley, she hasn't done anything. You need to calm down," JJ rationalized, but the tears streaming down Haley's face said otherwise.

"No, right before Aaron filed, he was moaning her name in his sleep! Her name! How do you think I figured it all out, Y/n?!"

You shook your head, trying to explain that there was nothing going on between the two of you, but she refused to listen. Instead, she lunged forward again, so you took a cautious step back and dodged her just in time.

"Listen, Haley. Because of the respect I have for your ex husband, I refuse to entertain this. There's nothing going on between me and Hotch. I don't know why he said my name in his sleep, but from what I've heard, you aren't innocent at all, and if you want to leave with your dignity in tact, you should probably do it now," you tried your best to sound confident, your head held high despite the burning in your cheek, and the rage bubbling inside of you. How dare she come into your place of work and embarrass you over something Hotch said in his sleep.

"No, it happened more than once. I'm not stupid, despite what Aaron may be convinced of," you glanced towards his office door, which was still closed. He'd managed to miss all of the commotion.

"If you want to be mad at me, then fine. Be mad. But I haven't done anything wrong, and I'm leaving for the day," you pushed past her and walked with haste to the elevator, Spencer and JJ calling out to you to wait on them, but you pretended not to hear. Once the doors shut behind you, you let the tears fall. You had no one to hide from now that you were alone, and despite the fact that you knew there was nothing going on with the two of you, you felt guilty.

You'd developed feelings for a married man, and even though he was freshly divorced, it wasn't right. You had no idea what was going through Hotch's head at night, but surely it shouldn't have been the youngest, newest member of the team. It should have been his wife, and that's why she was so angry.

You managed to make it to the parking garage unnoticed by anyone else, quickly clambering into your car so you could check the damage. Her nail had left a nasty mark just below your eye, dried blood just beginning to coagulate. You took a wet wipe and tried your best to clean it up, removing most of your tear stained makeup in the process. A light tap at your window made you jump and your blood boil all at the same time, because Haley had followed you.

"I want to apologize!"

"Then do it through the glass. You're not hitting me again," you spat, watching the teary eyed woman carefully. She seemed sincere, but you still didn't trust her intentions.

"JJ told me you and Aaron are partners. I know how easy he is to fall for—"

You put your hand up and flung the door open, because nothing about what she was saying sounded like an apology.

"Stop. You're not going to sit here and try to trick me into telling you something that isn't true. He's my partner, Haley. I have his back, and vice versa. That's it."

Her shoulders fell, and she sighed, hands on her hips. Any other time, you would have been curious to know about Aaron's high school sweetheart. Now, you wanted nothing but to get away from her.

"It doesn't matter anymore. We're divorced," she reminded me, pointing to her naked ring finger.

"That doesn't change the fact that there's nothing going on between Hotch and me," you retorted, dismissing her with a wave of your hand so you could climb back into your car. She let you leave without a fuss, so you sped off, dialing JJ's number as soon as you'd pulled out.

"Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine, JJ. I just need a drink, or three. What are you and Spencer doing?"

You could hear commotion in the background, but it didn't sound like they were still in the office.

"Hotch hasn't called you? He invited everyone out to dinner to celebrate signing his divorce papers," she said flatly, and you rolled your eyes. He probably didn't even know about Haley showing up and causing a scene.

"I'll pass anyway. You guys go have fun. I'll see you tomorrow."

Hotch had single-handedly ruined your day without trying. Haley had blamed you for their divorce, and he was celebrating. You assumed he had just forgotten to call, or figured JJ would say something about it, but 3 months ago, he stopped calling you for anything, and that had hurt more than you'd ever let show. You didn't let the way you protected him change, and it didn't affect your professionalism, but it hurt what you thought was a halfway genuine friendship.

The walls of your apartment seemed emptier than ever, so you showered off the stress of the day and tried to make the most of your solitude. You'd barely finished an episode of your favorite show when your phone was ringing, Hotch's name flying across the screen.

"What?"

You normally wouldn't have been so abrasive, but he was the last person you wanted to talk to.

"You didn't come tonight," he shot back immediately, oblivious to the drama the day had held for you.

"Didn't feel like celebrating," you deadpanned, trying your best to get him to just hang up the phone and leave you alone.

"Are.. Are you alright?"

"Fine, Hotch. I was just going to bed."

"We'll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight, Y/n."

You hung up the phone without responding. He had no fucking clue.

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"Did you call her?"

JJ's voice cut through my thoughts. Y/n had hung up on me, which was unusual for her. Her mood was definitely off, which was upsetting because I'd been looking forward to seeing her the most.

"She was heading to bed," I replied, JJ and Spencer exchanging an awkward glance before JJ turned her attention back towards me.

"She's probably not too happy about the fact that your ex wife assaulted her in the office today," JJ said, slowly, carefully, as if she wasn't sure if she should tell me or not. Spencer cleared his throat, the two of them refusing to meet what I'm sure was an icy glare on my face.

"What?"

I couldn't hide the stunned expression on my face as Rossi and Morgan joined us. I immediately tried calling her back only to be greeted by her voicemail.

"Haley hit her?"

Spencer nodded, his head hung low. I wouldn't have felt like celebrating either if I was her. A pang of guilt crept over me like a dark cloud on my good night, because I knew exactly why Haley had shown that particular side of herself, and it was nothing Y/n had done wrong.

"JJ came between them before it got really bad, but Haley followed her out," Spencer said, sipping his cream soda, trying to stay as neutral as possible. The situation with Haley and I had been a delicate one, but ultimately our marriage had ended because she couldn't remain faithful.

"I should go to her apartment," I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but the silence that followed made me hesitant.

"Maybe let her calm down," Morgan suggested, but I was already giving Rossi the go ahead to continue the night without me and excusing myself. I still couldn't believe that Haley had physically hurt her, and it was all because of me.

The drive to her house was short, my palms sweaty and my stomach in knots. I had no clue what I was even going to say, if she even answered the door. I knocked softly, hearing the swift padding of her feet coming to the door. She didn't look happy to see me at all, and there was a scratch across the length of her fact that hadn't been there the day before.

"What are you doing here?"

"Can I not come in?"

She shut the door behind her before she joined me in the hall, her arms crossed over her chest.

"What do you want, Hotch?"

She seemed exasperated, flustered even. It had me completely thrown, because she was normally so composed.

"I heard about what happened with Haley and I wanted to explain myself."

She shook her head, trying to dismiss the conversation.

"It's fine. You don't have to say anything," she assured me, hand already on her door so she could retreat away from me.

"She hit you, Y/n. You have every right to be upset, because I'm upset too," she didn't try to hide the tears that fell from her eyes, and in that moment I felt more helpless than ever. I had unintentionally hurt the one person I'd tried to shelter from my crumbling home life.

"She blames me."

"That's because I... I had a dream about you, the night I found out about her affair. I was saying your name, and she wasn't too happy about it, so she assumed that's why I filed. She didn't know I even knew about the affair. I didn't tell her until today," I said finally, most of it coming out in a frantic jumble of words.

"She's convinced it's more than that," she muttered, leaning against the wall. She wouldn't meet my eyes, but I knew she was more upset than she was letting on.

"Maybe she's right."

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You weren't sure you heard him correctly until he closed the distance between the two of you so he could stand with his back to the wall next to you, his shoulders parallel with yours. He sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"I know it's wrong. As soon as I knew Haley had an affair, I couldn't help it. The feelings came whether I wanted them to or not. I hope you aren't angry with me, even though you have every right to be."

You chuckled at him, your frown disappearing for the first time all afternoon.

"I don't know who should apologize here because I... I feel things for you too, Hotch. I have since my first day. I never said anything, obviously, but it hasn't been very subtle, and I'm sorry for that. If I caused problems with you and Haley, I didn't mean to."

"It wasn't you. I didn't know you felt anything towards me until now," he said after a moment, letting his arms fall to his sides. You certainly hadn't expected to see him this late, but he was here instead of celebrating, and that had to count for something.

"Do you want to come in?" It was bold of you, and you knew it, but you were curious to know what Hotch had been thinking about you in order for you to be invading his dreams.

"I thought you were going to bed?"

You rolled your eyes, opening the door and letting him follow you inside. You told him to have a seat on the couch while you excused yourself to make the two of you a cup of coffee. By the time you'd joined him, his back was turned away from you, and he was examining the walls of your home.

"You're a lot more impressive than I realized," he breathed, pointing to all of your certificates and diplomas on the wall. You had taken several independent courses, earning certificates and awards in just about everything you'd ever taken an interest in.

"I like having back up plans," you giggled, the broad array of subjects not just related to criminal justice.

"But you're great at what you do," Hotch countered, causing you to shrug. You enjoyed your job, but you weren't sure that you wanted the BAU forever, especially considering your partner had been acting weird for months.

"But eventually I want a family and something that at least resembles normal, and this isn't it," you replied, handing Hotch his mug and sipping from your own.

"You'll tell me before you decide to leave, right?"

You promised him that you weren't going anywhere anytime soon, and that eased some of his worries. You sat on the couch, hoping he would join you, and he did almost immediately, sitting down near the middle so he was close to you.

"You gonna tell me what you dreamed about?" He smirked at you from behind his mug but it was impossible to miss. He was back to his normal self for the most part; he was being more friendly with you now than he had been in months.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," his cheeks flushed with color, and it took you a minute to realize he was embarrassed, and you could easily guess why.

"Come on, Hotch. It's just me," you reminded him, and he sat back, his arm resting against your shoulders on the back of the couch. It was no different than when he'd do it on the plane, just to stretch out, but it felt different, almost as if he'd done it in an attempt just to be closer to you. Your suspicions were confirmed when his fingers started to toy with your hair, twirling it absentmindedly through his fingers. You'd never been so close to him, and with his divorce finalized, there was nothing holding him back now. You were curious if that's why his behavior had changed; he needed to keep his distance until it was actually over, or else Haley would have just used it against him.

"I had you on my desk. You told me you had a bad day and asked if I'd help," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. You'd never heard him nervous like this, so you took his free hand in yours, letting his massive palm wrap around yours.

"Did you help me?"

"You begged me to. I couldn't tell you no," he defended, his grip on your shoulders tightening. You didn't miss the growing bulge in his sleek black slacks, causing them to tighten considerably. You were filled with questions about his filthy dream starring you, and at the most taboo place of all. You wondered how many times since then had he sat at his desk, imagining you were on top of it.

"What a gentleman," you chuckled, tossing one of your legs lazily over his lap. He reached for you instantly, hand darting out to caress your bare leg. It sent shivers all over you as he gently massaged the tender flesh of your upper thighs.

"You were impossible to resist. You just needed me so badly," he breathed, his fingers tugging your face to meet his. You were mesmerized by the golden flecks dancing in his dark eyes, increasingly aware of his lips closing the gap between yours. Once his mouth was on yours, it was feverish, his tongue pushing past your lips in a desperate attempt to finally taste you.

"I do need you," you panted, a low groan rumbling deep in his chest, vibrating your entire body. You couldn't climb into his lap fast enough, your arms snaking around his neck so you could bring him closer.

"I was hoping you'd say that," his voice had dropped to a dangerously low octave, his tone more needy now than you'd ever heard. He was searching for your approval, and he had it, every ounce of it.

"I told you, Hotch. I've always had feelings for you," your shirt came off first, his arms reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. Once he had it off, his tongue found your breast, swirling around your nipple. You let your head fall back, the fluid movements of his tongue stunning you momentarily.

"Nothing stopping us now," he shot back, dexterously working to unbutton his black dress shirt. You took over for him, running your nails across his chest. He moaned at the contact, his tongue pushed between his teeth in anticipation. He shrugged off his dress shirt, letting you explore the gorgeous, scarred flesh underneath. He was everything you'd ever wanted in another person: strong, rugged, the most determined and assertive man you'd ever met. If he wanted it, it was already his.

"We'd have more room in the bed," you told him, watching in awe as he effortlessly hoisted you up and took you in the general direction of the bedroom. You told him where your room was and then swiftly occupied your lips with his neck, his chest, any skin you could reach to kiss.

"You're sure about this?"

You nodded enthusiastically before he laid you down on the bed, bringing your shorts down your legs with him. You could feel his gaze, taking in every inch of you, his pupils blown out in lust.

"You're even more gorgeous than I imagined," his hands spread your legs apart, beckoning you to quit being shy with him. The only thing separating him from your sex was a thin pair of panties, which Hotch was already making quick work of removing. His mouth traveled slowly from your ankle to your thighs, leaving wet, hot kisses all over your sensitive skin. You let go of a breath you didn't realize you were keeping to yourself when he laid down between your legs, his shoes falling to the floor as he situated himself in front of you.

He ran a teasing finger through your slit, collecting your arousal on his digits like a trophy. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been touched so delicately. Your eyes went wide when he plopped his finger into his mouth, a satisfied hum leaving his lips.

"You taste so fucking good; I knew you would. I've thought about this for weeks, and now here you are. You're perfect," his eyes fluttered shut as he spread your lips and attached his tongue to your clit, moaning into you as your hands tightly gripped his hair. He was enjoying it just as much as you were; his hips grinding into the mattress for friction and relief as he lapped at the mess between your thighs. You were already so close, the perfect amount of pressure delivered by his tongue had you a moaning mess on the sheets. When he began to pump a finger in and out of you, you lost your senses, euphoria taking you over.

"Good girl, I knew you'd be a filthy one. Look how wet my fingers are," he held his hand up for you to admire, but only for a second. It quickly found its home between your folds, dragging upwards towards your clit at a snails pace. He rubbed gentle circles on your most sensitive spot, murmuring sweet praises the entire time. You didn't know he could be so dirty.

"Can you come for me again?" It was the sweetest question he'd ever asked you, and you were happy to oblige, your back arching off the bed as his name rolled off your tongue. A smirk ghosted on his lips before he pulled up on his knees, unbuttoning his pants. He stood long enough to get undressed, bringing you to the edge of the bed, his giant hands hooked behind your knees.

You quickly told him you were on birth control, and with a satisfied grin he slid into you, bringing your feet to rest on his shoulders. He took his time pushing into you, savoring the way you clenched around him, making his cock throb and twitch inside of you.

"You look so pretty taking my cock, sweet girl. Do you love how I feel inside of you?" You didn't have time to answer, he was pounding into you, the end squeaking against the wall as you shouted his name. His hand crept between your legs, spreading your swollen lips to toy with your clit, a whimper falling from your lips, making him groan, dipping down to capture you in a kiss. You let his tongue slip into your mouth, covering you in affection as his hips smacked against yours in a steady rhythm.

"You're mine now. Do you understand that, sweetheart?" His chestnut eyes bored into yours as he awaited your answer, your climax growing closer with each passing second.

"All yours, Aaron. I swear it," you let go, letting him coax you through your orgasm with his precious words of endearment, a blush rising to your cheeks at how smitten he seemed to be.

"I can't wait to show you off, I'll take you anywhere you want to go. Now that you're with me, if you want it, it's yours."

You knew his loyalty ran deeper than anyone you'd ever been with, and his promises to you filled you with butterflies and adoration for the man you'd secretly been crazy about for a year. The heatwave of pleasure he sent through you buzzed like electricity throughout your entire body, his moans rattling you feel in your core. You had pined to be the one to bring him to the edge, and it was happening before your eyes, thick ribbons of cum spurting into you with a whimper of your name. He let out a shaky breath as he rubbed your calves, gently laying your legs out after being stretched for so long. He leaned down and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead before asking you where to find a towel and telling you to stay put.

You let him wipe you off, and he joined you in the bed, pulling you into his arms to cradle you against his body.

"I'm glad I'm finally here with you. It almost doesn't seem real," you kissed his neck, making your way to his lips. His arms held you securely against him, the two of you leaned into the mound of pillows on your bed.

"I'm glad you showed up for me. Thank you for coming to check on me. I know you were out with the team—"

"I really just wanted to see you. Can I stay with you tonight? I've got my go bag in the car," his voice was sleepy, and you were exhausted too, and you'd never tell him no to staying now that he was yours.

"I was hoping you'd stay. Come here, let's get some sleep," he laid on your shoulder, tossing his arm over you and pulling you in tight. You set your alarm and drifted off in the arms of the man you'd been dreaming about for such a long time.

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